Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

The Tsushima Mansion in Tokyo is a beautiful bungalow style.

Red eaves and white walls, high windows and pointed roofs, a glass sun room full of flowers, an exquisitely designed fountain, a wide and beautiful courtyard, under the light of the faint sunlight in the early morning, it is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Although Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie already knew the address of Tsushima's mansion when Tsushima Youweiro entrusted them to arrest Tsushima's mansion, they didn't go there at all last time because they changed their way halfway. Pass the Tsushima mansion.

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who had been running around three times and stayed up all night, also looked a little tired. Their school uniforms were wrinkled after two battles, and their shoes and trousers were covered with dirt and dust. It looked untidy, and Tsushima Ueiro would frown and reject guests with a disgusted expression when he saw it.

However, Gojo Satoru was a wayward young master from a big family. Xia Youjie was always used to separating magicians from non-sorcerers, so he didn't care about this point of etiquette for a long time.

Standing in front of the hollowed-out wrought iron gate, Gojo Satoru set up a small tent over his eyes, and looked inside through the cold railing. In the huge courtyard, there was not a single servant taking care of the flowers and trees, only the fountain. The running water splashed, splashed a few drops of water, sprinkled on the gray-white asphalt road, and was evaporated by the newborn sun in the blink of an eye. The doors and windows of the bungalow were closed tightly, and the blackout curtains completely blocked the internal scene.

"It's a bit strange." Wujo Wujo said, holding his chin, "Could it be that he moved?"

"No." Xia Youjie pointed to the asphalt road under his feet. The two light ruts on the wet marks had not been cleaned up, with bits of dry grass and dust. There are people living there." He said, "Maybe they are still resting, after all, we came too early."

"All in all, let's try ringing the doorbell first." Gojo Satoru made a final decision, and stretched out his hand to ring the retro doorbell embedded on the doorpost.

However, just before his fingertips were about to touch the dark gold doorbell made of copper, the iron-blue hollow door opened quietly, and a slightly cold voice came from the communication port under the doorbell. the sound of.

"come in."

His tone was dull as expected.

The wrought iron gate with intricate patterns in front of it was wide open, opening the entire Tsushima mansion to them without reservation.

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie both recognized that it was Shuji Tsushima's voice. They glanced at each other at this moment, didn't say anything, just leaned over to greet Shuji Tsushima through the communication port, and then walked straight forward walked in.

The same goes forward, the white door of the bungalow that always opens one step ahead of their actions, the empty and empty space where no trace of anyone exists is seen, the interior that looks extraordinarily drowsy because all the curtains are drawn, the long twisted and Complicated passages, with closed doors on both sides.

The beautiful bungalow looks like a dream on the outside, but the inside is empty and dark and oppressive.

The dome lights that are lit up guide them in the direction, just like the weird scene in the opening animation of a horror game.

In this kind of walking without end and purpose, it will often bring heavy psychological pressure to people, and let the people who manipulate all this behind the scenes establish an advantageous position at the beginning.

They finally stopped in front of a hidden living room at the end of the first floor of the bungalow.

Gojo Satoru looked at the simple and ordinary door in front of him, which was half-closed and made a faint sound, squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and pushed it open easily.

Flickering and chaotic colorful lights and shadows flowed from the crack of the door, and the urgent and angry voice of the news reporter on the TV gradually became louder.

"...It is now the accident scene of Tokyo General Hospital. In this accident, the number of residents affected by the accident in Tokyo General Hospital and its surrounding area reached as high as 1, among whom the number of injured increased to 75 people, fortunately, because the victims escaped in time that day, no one died in this accident..."

On the TV screen with current fluctuations is a female reporter with delicate makeup and a slightly distorted straight face. She is holding the microphone tightly in her hand, her bright red lips are opening and closing, and she is still talking to the camera——

"We can see that the exterior walls and window glass of the entire hospital building have been damaged, and the sixth floor, which was the most damaged, has been completely turned into ruins, leaving only a few load-bearing walls crumbling to support it. Half of the hospital building, it is reported that the Metropolitan Police Department has contacted the engineering team to prepare for the blasting construction of the Tokyo General Hospital and the demolition of dangerous buildings..."

At this point, if you don't know that your actions have already been seen through, you are a real idiot.

The light in the living room was also very dark. Shuji Tsushima did not turn on the light, only the bright blue light from the TV screen flickered and changed in the entire hallway, reflecting the simple leather sofa and marble sofa in the center of the room. Coffee table and light gray rug.

There is a person sitting on the single sofa facing the door, with his head sideways, watching the TV report engrossed. The child's figure, a luxurious and complicated kimono, and thick wooden clogs hanging heavily on his feet are all very different. revealed his identity.

Snapped.

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up.

Xia Youjie, who was accustomed to the darkness, closed his eyes subconsciously, and the irritated eyeballs were covered with a layer of damp water vapor. When he opened his eyes again, a few drops of physiological tears condensed along the eye sockets and overflowed from the corners of the eyes. go out.

But Gojo Satoru's eyes, which are more special than anyone else's, are not affected by the change of light. Looking at Shuji Tsushima who is sitting on the single sofa, he asked with some discomfort, "You knew that we were coming to you ?”

Shuji Tsushima was finally willing to move his eyes away from the TV. He turned his head, and his iris-colored pupils looked directly at them with a cool luster, "Yes."

"Then do you know why we came here to find you?"

"It's just a little bit of speculation." Shuji Tsushima said, a smile slowly appeared on his face, it was a smirk with an uncomfortable mockery, "Someone made a promise to Lianyang Make a wish that he can't bear."

"The incident is too big, and too many people are affected, so you are almost unable to hide it, so you are in a dilemma." He said, "Lianyang doesn't like to cause trouble for others, and she is not good at making decisions by herself. And dare not resist the demands imposed on him by others."

The smile on the child's face with gentle iris-colored curly hair widened, and he said with unconscious love and tenderness in an old aristocratic tone, "That child must feel that he has accepted the judgment and accepted the treatment of him by the magic world." Judgment, to accept such a fate determined by others, so that no one around him will be troubled by it anymore."

popping.

Gojo Satoru applauded Tsushima Shuji's reasoning, "All!"

The female reporter's voice continued to play on the TV.

"...The police are investigating the cause of the accident. After a preliminary judgment, it is speculated that the explosion may be caused by a malfunction of medical equipment caused by local aftershocks..."

Under the flickering fluorescent lights of the TV, the smile on the face of the luxuriously dressed and beautiful child is as empty as a doll in a window, and the curved eyebrows and eyes are rigid and rigid like a dead thing.

"Based on Lian Yang's character, such a result is of course predictable. No matter what status people have, there will be huge and endless desires hidden in their hearts. Humans are animals that cannot be satisfied. When they have money, they will want power. If you have power, you will want power. After you have all three, you will want to be able to enjoy these healthy bodies. After you have health, you will want a long and long life. I will work hard to keep everything I have.”

"Everyone says there is no perpetual motion machine in this world. How could it be?"

The female reporter reporting the news was reading word by word according to the speech script given by her superior.

"...We have also noticed the rumors of the so-called 'monster on the sixth floor of the hospital' that are widely circulated on the Internet. It is quite irresponsible to simply attribute this regrettable accident to the so-called monster and the return of ghosts. The responsible approach, what we should do is to believe in science, try to find out the truth, and learn lessons to avoid the occurrence of similar accidents. Therefore, before the accident investigation report given by the police is released, we hope that everyone can temporarily endure the uneasiness and Panic, let's pray together for those who have suffered in this accident..."

As if disliking the TV for being too loud, Shuji Tsushima glanced at the news reporter who was still saying a bunch of comforting nonsense, raised his hand and pressed the off button on the remote control.

The sound in the living room stopped abruptly, and suddenly became silent.

Shuji Tsushima let out a long breath with a relaxed expression on his face. He turned his head and continued with a smile, "Aren't human beings perpetual motion machines driven by desire?"

"Wow~" The tense energy on Gojo Satoru suddenly relaxed, he sat on the sofa, and said lazily, "You bastard, you are really scary."

"Since you have anticipated the current situation, considering your personality, you must have made preparations early." Xia Youjie asked.

Shuji Tsushima tilted his head, nodded to confirm his guess, "That's right."

"I always feel like I've done nothing for nothing, and it's a big blow." Gojo Satoru raised his head, hooked his hands to the back of the sofa, and pretended to cry.

"Didn't I say that?" Shuji Tsushima jumped off the single sofa, and the heavy wooden clogs hit the soft carpet with a dull sound. He raised his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru.

Obviously it is only a child's body, but the personality displayed by Shuji Tsushima makes people feel almost monstrous maturity.

Shuji Tsushima's eyes always reveal a withdrawn and withdrawn attitude, which is very similar to Reyo Tsushima's.

They are all isolating others and other things except each other, forming an island of their own, only embracing each other.

"—Lianyang and I don't need your charity."

Shuji Tsushima stepped towards the entrance of the living room, leaving a faint sentence, "However, if you also want to see the excitement, I welcome it."

In the dark corridor outside the door, a silent figure stood at some point.

Shuji Tsushima smiled sweetly, and took the man's hand affectionately, "Father, are you ready? We can go."

Xia Youjie turned his head and looked at the figure in disbelief. Wujo Wu also straightened up and looked towards the entrance of the living room.

Moved his footsteps slightly, Tsushima Ueiro's face was pale when exposed to the light, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still forced himself to smile when facing Shuji Tsushima, using With a shockingly submissive attitude, he said, "I'm ready, Xiu Zhi doesn't have to worry."

He coaxed like any father who dotes on his children, "Father... will definitely work hard to get you what you want."

But his calf was shaking like a twitch.

Shuji Tsushima lowered his eyes, stared at his weak and trembling posture, and said softly with some sadness, "Have you ever seen someone who is going to negotiate... so scared that his legs are shaking?"

Tsushima Ueiro opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, with a panicked expression as if he wanted to use Doshiza as an apology.

But Shuji Tsushima laughed again, "Well, it's okay, Father." He said lightly, "Anyway, I don't expect a waste like you to come in handy, as long as I can meet Lianyang alright."

"Ah, that's right." He said to the two people in the living room, "Do you want to go together? There are still seats in the car."