Xia Youjie in overalls

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There was nothing in the bottle, Gojo Satoru opened the bottle cap and smelled it, and there was no peculiar smell, but he felt strange because he didn't find anything.

How did an ordinary bottle absorb Wuzhu's magic power and give birth to a magic spirit?

Suddenly, a drawing board appeared in front of my eyes.

On the drawing board are words crooked like caterpillars:

"The hospital has monitoring, you can check it. 』

Gojo Wu snatched Xia Youjie's hospital bed, and was lying comfortably on the pillow at the moment, except for two too long legs that couldn't fit in.

Looking at the writing on the drawing board, Gojo Satoru said, "You also received the bottle on the day you were discharged from the hospital in a car accident, but the surveillance did not capture the person who gave you the bottle. This time should be no exception."

Xia Youjie put the drawing board on his lap, grabbed the drawing board with his injured left hand, and moved the plastic block with his right hand.

"Nurse. 』

Gojo Wu stared at it for a moment, got up from the bed, rubbed Xia Youjie's hair vigorously, and said with undisguised disgust: "Yan, the handwriting written by dogs is better than yours, let's practice handwriting."

After speaking, he left the ward to find the nurse.

With his messy hair on his head, Xia Youjie looked down and stared blankly for a moment. The plastic piece came back and forth, and it was clean.

Gojo Satoru asked about the man's appearance at the nurse's desk, and then discharged Tachihiko from the hospital.

It is not raining in Tokyo now, but the temperature drops at night and it is a bit cold and humid.

Gojo Satoru tugged on the leg of Tatsuhiko's overalls, trying to hope that the leg could cover the child's knees.

Looking up, meeting Kamachi Fujihiko's gloomy gaze, Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "I'll make you a long one when I get back."

Naturally, the condolences were not left behind either. Gojo Satoru asked for a rope from someone, with the handles of the drawing board tied to both ends of the rope, and then hung around Li Fujihiko's neck.

At the moment it is written on the drawing board:

Parent: Gojo Satoru

Number: XXXXX

Please contact me if lost, paid

Xia Youjie looked down at the three lines reflected in his pupils, and said to himself, am I a dog?

Looking up at Gojo Wu's profile, Xia Youjie denied his inner thoughts.

He is not a dog, Wujo Wu is a dog!

"Huh? Yan, what's the matter? Do you want me to hug? Oh, Yan is still a child..."

Gojo Satoru smiled and clamped Tatsuhiko in his arms, his hands and feet dangling with the drawing board around his neck.

"..."

I am going to kill you!

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Shi Jiangui and he drove into the garage.

The garage was empty, and the sound of the engine being turned off and the door closing seemed to be amplified.

Just as he was about to walk to the elevator, his phone rang.

Shi Jiangui put his left hand in the windbreaker pocket and picked up the phone.

As soon as the phone call was made, the person opposite was short of breath, accompanied by the sound of bumping into something.

"You lied to me! You lied to me!!" The other party yelled heart-piercingly at the phone, his voice choked and trembling, "You clearly said that the curse spirit raised by me will not attack me, it will protect me!"

Shi Jiangui and Wen Yan smiled, their tone was very gentle, as if they were comforting an injured child: "I did say that, but did I also say that there are different levels of curse spirits, you can't expect a four-level Shall the curse spirit go to protect you? In the final analysis, I still blame you for being useless, how did you raise a fourth-level curse spirit after raising it for so long?"

"Then what should we do now!" The other party ran down the stair railing, and the voice chasing him was getting closer, and he couldn't help crying, "Come and save me! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! "

Shi Jianguihe stopped, raised his left hand to look at the time, and said regretfully, "Yamata-kun, even if I pass by now, I can't catch up. How about it, you hang up the communication with me now, call your mother, and tell me Last words. That's it, goodbye, Yamada-kun."

"Don't! Don't—"

After Shi Jiangui cut off the communication, he walked into the elevator, pressed the floor he wanted to go to, and edited a text message to ask someone to deal with the failed product Hikaru Yamada.

'Ding--'

The elevator door opened, and Shi Jiangui walked out.

He is a psychiatrist. Because of this profession, he can come into contact with many people who suffer from mental illness for various reasons.

Some of these people can see the curse spirit, and some cannot.He used patients who could see the curse spirit as a medium, and used various excuses to let them raise the curse spirit artificially.

It was a crazy and impractical idea, but he did it, he did it!

What kind of conjurer is just a group of secondary illnesses who claim to be the savior!

There are so many scumbags in this society, without them, it will only be cleaner, but what about magicians?

No matter what he has done, whether he has hurt or killed people, they would rather exchange their lives for the chance of ordinary people to survive, how great...how stupid!

Only the grown-up could understand him.

Thinking of this, Shi Jianguihe's eyes softened.

That lord is the messenger of God, illuminating his swamp-like stinking and dark life, letting him know what he should do and where he should go. Only that lord understands him.

After sending the text message, Shi Jiangui opened the door with the key.

The cold night wind blows in through the broken glass window, and documents and papers in the office are flying around. Li Fujihiko, who should be in the hospital, is sitting on his desk at this moment, with a sign like a dog hunting notice hanging around his neck.

Shi Jiangui was taken aback for a moment, his expression suddenly turned cold: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Because I brought him here." The voice sounded from behind.

Shi Jianguihe turned around abruptly, but Wujo Wu pushed into the office, and the door slammed shut with a loud bang under the force of Wujo Wujo and Feng.

White hair, black eyepatch, nervousness...

Shi Jiangui's face changed greatly: "You are Wujo Wu?!"

"Oh, Mr. Shi Jian actually knows me." Gojo Satoru took out a lollipop from his pocket, took off the wrapper and was about to put it in his mouth, when he suddenly asked, "Yan, do you want to eat?"

Xia Youjie turned the drawing board to himself, and turned to Wujo Wu after a few seconds.

"roll! 』

"Mr. Shi Jian, don't be nervous. I'm here to ask you what you want from my student." Wujo Wu put his hands on Shi Jianguihe's shoulders. The two stood together, and there was an obvious difference in height and shape. Standing beside Wutiao Wu, Shi Jianguihe suddenly became much smaller.

"You also know that Yan is only 12 years old. Why are you looking for a child? Why don't you come to me? I'm a good talker. If you give me some candy, I can listen to you all day long."

Gojo Satoru stuffed the squeezed lollipop into his pocket, patted Shi Jianguihe on the shoulder, and sighed: "The things you gave my student almost killed him. As a teacher, I am very angry, but I He is a reasonable person, you can explain it to me." After a pause, he added: "It's okay to justify, at least you are using your brain to perfuse me."

"Don't be kidding!" Shi Jiangui and Wujo Wu's hand were slammed back, he looked at Xia Youjie and laughed, "Mr. If it is really that powerful, why is Lito-kun’s suffering not over yet? I am the same as Lito-kun, so I know him best! He is in pain, and he needs my help!"

Gojo Satoru: "The help you said means letting him raise the curse spirit, and then let the curse spirit finish him?"

"Of course not!" Shi Jiangui straightened his clothes, as if he was not the one who lost his composure, "Mr. Wutiao, do you know how many people in this society have psychological problems due to various reasons? From Excessive expectations from parents, pressure and isolation from classmates, threats of oppression from bosses in the workplace... all kinds of reasons lead to their suffering."

"They see a doctor to seek help, and as their psychiatrist, I should extend a helping hand to them and pull them out of the swamp."

"As long as the source of pain is removed, they will be able to gain happiness and freedom. I have given them tools to remove pain, but whether they can overcome pain or not depends on themselves."

Shi Jiangui laughed, he used to look at everyone with a kind and gentle smile.

"Parents will walk with their children for a while, but they will not accompany them for the rest of their lives. I will walk with them for a while, and of course they have to walk the rest of the way."

"Those who are not strong enough will not be able to reach the end."

The office fell silent.

After a long time, Gojo Wu crunched a lollipop and laughed: "Mr. Shi Jian is very reasonable. I think your original intention is good, but you overlooked one point."

Shi Jiangui and: "What?"

"Cause and effect." Wutiao Wudao: "The reason for the pain comes from parents, school, and workplace. The result of the pain is to come to you for help. Karma is tied to one end and one tail. If the head is solved, the tail will naturally be solved. Just like Mr. Shi Jian said Yes, they came to ask for help, not to seek death, is there any difference between such a helping hand and letting them fall into the swamp of pain?"

"There is only one thing a conjurer can do, exorcising the curse. We don't have that great ability to save people all over Japan, but at least we can save the people around us, and wake them up in time when they make mistakes."

I don't know what came to mind, Gojo Satoru laughed: "You know me, so you should also know that there was once a student named Xia Youjie in the High School of Conjuration. I regretted not waking him up and pulling him back. The entire magic world is an enemy, and the entire magic world is an enemy, then you will definitely die!"

"Some people become conjurers because they want to save as many people as they can, while others just want to save the people around them. There is no such thing as a great conjurer. We only hope that all the people who die are normal, no matter how ordinary they are. but die in the same way."

Gojo Satoru threw the candy wrappers and sticks into the trash can next to the desk, and put Tatsuhiko on the ground.

"Mr. Shi Jian, I advise you to stop. If there is another time, it will not be me but my other three students who are grumpy, talkative and can let dogs go."

Gojo Satoru hooked Tatsuhiko's straps and walked out half-dragging.

When he walked to the door, Gojo Wu suddenly remembered something, and said to Shi Jiangui, "By the way, that guy named Xia Youjie is my best friend."

……

Downstairs in the office, just in case, Gojo Satoru planned to ask Yidizhi to come over to deal with Shi Jianguihe.

Even though he can see the curse spirit, he knows too much about the magic world, saying that no one believes behind him, if he can use Shi Jiangui and follow the clues to find the person behind him...

When Gojo Satoru was writing the text message, Xia Youjie looked up at him.

Probably what Gojo Wu said to Shi Jianguihe, "It's my best friend", touched him a little bit, and now Xia Youjie doesn't like Wujo Wu so much.

After all, they were once the strongest two, and they had a better understanding than other people in the same period...

Just as Gojo Satoru sent the text message, someone tugged at the hem of his clothes.

He lowered his head and saw Li Fujihiko holding a drawing board:

"Would you like a crepe, please?" 』

Gojo Satoru looked at the words and laughed. He put his phone in his pocket, squatted down and said, "Eat! It's rare that you want to buy me something to eat, but then again, do you have money?"

"..."

The child in front of him froze suddenly.

The only overalls uniform of the High School of Conjuration, from the time it was made to the present, there are no things left in the four pockets.

"Hahaha!" Gojo Satoru rubbed Tachihiko's head, picked him up and put him on his shoulders, "It's okay, teacher is very happy if Yan has this kind of heart. Crepes... Delicious from Takeshita Road How about the pancake? I heard it’s super delicious! How does it feel to sit on it? I’ve only let you sit with Hui in my life. How about I tell you about Hui’s childhood? When he was young, stinky The number of faces is no less than yours—hey, don't pull your hair, don't pull your hair!"

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The author has something to say:

Gojo Satoru: Poor Yan finally has no money for a second guest. As a teacher, I want to give him the money of Moda Modo, to defend the self-esteem of the strong, self-reliant, fragile and withdrawn students who are occasionally grumpy and love to beat others!That's right, I, Gojo Satoru, are so good!old!division!

Xia Youjie: ...▼_▼

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Gojo Wu grabbed Xia Youjie's hand and held it together, smiling all over his face: Come on, Majie, I wish you all a happy new year, I wish you all peace and health in the new year, and everything goes smoothly. Those who are out of the order, those who are out of poverty, may there be no real people in the world and prison gate