Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

The first thing that happened when I returned to the modern era was that I was locked up in the prison. The people who locked me up were Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, and they shouted the name "Yuri" to me.

When these three things are put together, I don’t know which one shocked me more.

Before coming back, I had thought of a thousand possibilities, but not one of them included the current situation.

On the wrist of my left hand, I can still feel the touch of the force and temperature brought by the grip just now. The two voices that sounded at the same time are still ringing in my ears, washing away my originally relatively complete thoughts.

Although time does not flow in the Prison Gate Territory, from a physical point of view, the flow rate is about 1:2 compared to the outside world. This is what Gojo Satoru told me.

What is this, a small dark room?

I squatted on the ground, holding my face, my mind was in a mess, and I had no idea how long I was in a daze.

At this moment, a pair of shiny, clean and tidy black leather shoes suddenly appeared on the ground, only about ten centimeters away from me.

Looking up, there is a pair of long and straight legs, with hands on the knees, gently tapping the leg bones, and looking up further, there is a white shirt buttoned meticulously to the top, and finally there is a face with a smile.

"Ah." This guy stretched out his right hand, waved it in front of me, and said with a grin, "You're scared silly."

"Five, One, Satoru!" I finally came to my senses, jumped up and grabbed his collar, and asked loudly, "What can I ask? What the hell were you two doing just now?"

"What the hell are you doing? If you don't tell me, I'm going to beat you up right now." I threatened viciously.

"Eh..." He drew out the words, with no unusual expression on his face.

His blue eyes flickered for a second, and then he spread his hands innocently, pouted his lips and said pitifully, "I'm so disappointed. We've been apart for so long, and the first gift you give me when we meet is to beat me up."

"How dare you say that!"

I was so angry when he turned the tables on me. Not only did I not loosen my grip, but I tightened it even more, even unbuttoning two buttons. I angrily said, "I was standing in front of you and talking to you just now, and you took out a prison door without saying a word and activated it. I'll activate your head."

"If you have some free time, why don't you go and earn some money to spend with me instead of doing this!"

"If you want to spend it, spend it as much as you want," he said. "I can give it all to you."

What a wicked rich man who regards money as dirt, he can even say such words.

I choked for a moment, but even under the temptation of money, I still said resolutely: "This is not the point."

"What's the point?"

"The point is, why did you put me in prison?" I complained dissatisfiedly, "And Jie, he even accompanied you in fooling around. How old are you guys? Why are you still messing around? What are you doing? Are you trying to imitate the domineering CEO and imprison me?"

"It sounds bad to call it imprisonment."

I was so angry at him that my heart was heaving. I could only take a deep breath and grit my teeth and say, "This is not that serious!"

"Alright, alright, calm down, calm down." Gojo Satoru tilted his head, came over and touched my head naturally, and said in a cute way, "I was so excited when I saw you."

Excited?

His expression was calm, his movements were quick and decisive, and his tone of voice was extremely calm. I couldn't tell that he was emotional at all.

Besides, most people wouldn’t have this reaction when they suddenly meet a friend after a long time!

"I apologize, Lily-chan."

Lily sauce.

I paused, pulled my hand away unhappily, and asked him, "Have you recovered your memory?"

"Ah."

“How much has been recovered?”

"About 7 or 8."

His focus was probably not on this. After responding calmly, he clapped his hands quickly and said as if he wanted to change the subject: "Okay, now it's Mr. Gojo's prize-winning guessing contest. Guess the winner and you'll win a big prize!"

Looking at him like a fool, I said, "Now is not the time to play with this. I have more important things to do, and Yuhito—"

"Someone has already taken care of Yuhito's side. Nothing has happened to him except that his clothes are a little torn." Gojo Satoru said quickly, then waved his arms unwillingly and said, "Guess, guess, guess."

stare--

Hearing that Hisahito was fine, I felt relieved. Seeing how persistent he was, I had no choice but to ask, "What do you want to guess?"

"Guess why they sent Lily to the prison?" He raised the corners of his lips and asked with an extremely mysterious smile.

"That's a good question." I glanced at him expressionlessly, "Isn't this what I want to know?"

"So I'll leave you to guess."

"Because you and Geto Suguru are both hopelessly insane, and are prepared to use inhumane means to retaliate against me, a poor normal person." He blurted out without hesitation.

"No, no." He shook his head, waving his arms exaggeratedly, and said expectantly, "Keep guessing, keep guessing."

"That means you were suddenly cursed, and you have to lock someone up in order to break it."

"No," he said, "there is no such strange curse."

"Oh." I sneered, crossed my arms, scanned his body, and said, "So, it turns out that you two are just simple psychopaths."

Gojo Satoru: “………”

"Hurry up and tell me." I punched him impatiently, "I don't want to guess anymore."

"Oh..." He sighed, gently pushed my shoulder, turned around and said, "Look, this is no longer the prison gate."

"What do you mean it's not the previous prison gate--" I looked back in the direction of his force with some confusion. Halfway through my words, my movements stopped completely.

The scary skulls that were once so annoying have disappeared without a trace.

There was soft and fluffy soil in front of me, green lawns covered my feet, and blue and white flowers bloomed all over the ground, layer upon layer, like ocean waves hitting the beach. At a glance, they stretched endlessly into the distance.

On the right hand side, there is a cobblestone path, with ginkgo trees more than ten meters high on both ends of the path. The golden leaves overlap in an orderly manner, forming a dense forest.

There are brown park benches on the roadside, and next to them are the usual exercise facilities that can be seen everywhere, including horizontal bars, slides, waist twisting machines, ladders, etc. It can be seen that they are of excellent quality.

Going further, there are dense bamboo forests, gray-green stone bricks, long bridges, gurgling rivers, built walls and - villas behind the walls.

No, just saying villa seems a bit inaccurate.

It should be said that it is a townhouse composed of three villas. From the appearance, it has a strong sense of design and lines. The light red added for embellishment in the black and white design just neutralizes the coldness and alienation brought by the postmodern style.

It is more than five times bigger than the one I saw at Kujukuyuki's house.

I stopped and stood there with my eyes wide open, and couldn't help but gasp.

"No, is this really the Prison Gate Border?"

Last time I talked about Mustard Seed Space I was only half joking, but now it has turned into this, it’s a complete transformation and a huge success!

"A creak." Gojo Satoru walked to the door first, grasped the handle, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

I stood in front of the door, my eyebrows twitching, and I couldn't help but pause.

"Emm..." He rubbed his chin and asked with a little confusion, "What's wrong, Lily-chan, are you afraid that I will lock you in?"

"Of course not." I suppressed my inner sense of disobedience and sneered, "Just go in. You've already tossed me into the prison gate. Are you afraid of a small villa?"

When the door was opened, I was stunned by the furnishings in the room.

Near the entrance, there is a long bar-style table. A huge transparent floor-to-ceiling window faces the door. The balcony outside is planted with flowers such as daisies, tulips, baby's breath and lily of the valley. The curtains are light gray.

The sofa, the TV, the single chair near the window, the soft carpet, if the refrigerator wasn't much bigger than the one in his house, I would almost think he moved the entire apartment in.

"This is the game room." Gojo Satoru walked in, opened one at random, and introduced it like a real estate agent. "This is the best ergonomic chair. It is said that you won't feel tired even if you lean on it for four or five hours. And this computer, I assembled it myself, and the graphics card accessories I used are the best. Oh, and there are also the latest game consoles, controllers, projectors, and they can be connected to a big screen."

"This is the storage room." He excitedly opened another door and continued to gesture to me, "Look, the food won't go bad if you put it in there. And the space is so big, you can store as much as you want."

"Even if that's the case..." I glanced at it inexplicably and said, "Then you don't have to bring in so much."

Like a Pixiu, everything is stuffed into it.

In addition, the villa even has a gym, kitchen, bathroom, cloakroom, swimming pool, garden, an entire built-in room consisting of a refrigerator, and even a sauna.

..........Why is there such a strong sense of déjà vu of The Sims 4? It feels like he is experiencing this as a real-life management game.

Even if the time inside the prison gate is half of that outside, where would he have the time to transform it into this?

How did this thing get into his hands? And I am obviously no longer Gojo Mist, so why can this place suddenly accommodate two people at the same time... ?

There are still many questions lingering in my mind, but Gojo Satoru still doesn't seem to want to explain.

We had reached the end of the corridor, and he stopped and said, "This is the lounge."

Through the transparent glass, I saw the furnishings inside.

A lavender glass round table, a lounge chair, a pink heart-shaped pillow, a red sofa chair, a mug, mountain roses... and an old-fashioned game console. The screen was frozen on the capital English characters that appeared after being defeated, "YOU LOSE!"

It's almost a one-to-one replica.

I stared at the scene that had once been reduced to powder in front of me, but now reappeared in its entirety. For a moment, I felt quite complicated.

".......Why?"

"There's another side." He didn't answer my question, but pointed to the door opposite and said, "Do you want to go take a look?"

I took a deep breath, glanced at him, and pushed the door open.

The layout inside is exactly the same as the one that Xia Yujie lived in in the first act.

The half-open wardrobe was filled with some eye-catching clothes, and the backpack hanging on the wall contained some cash and daily necessities.

The bed is a two-meter K-size, and a bunch of blue roses are quietly blooming in the vase on the table.

"Did you put this here?" I took out one of them, held it in my hand and examined it carefully. For a moment, I felt as if I was in another world.

"It's me." These two simple words, it took me such a long time from that time to now to know them.

"So... on the day I left for the last time, what exactly did you say in the text message you sent to the backup phone?" Suddenly remembering this, I looked up at him.

"Why didn't you click on it?" He smiled and asked, "Do you think there's no point in reading it since you're leaving anyway?"

"No." I pursed my lips and answered hesitantly, "It's just that I didn't have time."

Being looked at by him, I felt like I had done something wrong.

So I turned my head away from his sight and asked, "So what is it?"

"It's still in the phone." He took out a phone from his pocket. The outer shell still had his body temperature. He handed it to me and said, "Look for yourself."

The sender's name on the screen was: good looking guy gojo1, and the recipient was: good looking guy gojo 2. The text message box showed only one unread message, dated February 2018, 2.

It was February 2. At that time, I was so busy with the 2 billion debt and Jay that I was so tired in the afternoon that I didn't even pay attention to this day.

"Jie, I just happened to pass by the flower shop today and saw your favorite flowers, so the kind-hearted teacher Gojo brought them back for you. You're welcome. <(￣︶￣)> p.s. Tomorrow is your and Jie's birthday, so when you get back, let's discuss how to celebrate it."

“So that bouquet of flowers…”

"Consider it a gift for you." He smiled without any emotion and said, "I only realized later that that day could not possibly be your birthday anyway."