Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 85
Chapter 85: Dusk
He wasn't ready to end his life yet.
When Yayoi was sorting out old things, she found an old mobile phone and a few old photos that had turned yellow due to time.
A scrapped old mobile phone has no other use except for viewing photos. Then there were a few photos, most of which were taken with Misako. It had been too long, and the face had faded and turned yellow, but the girl in the photo still had a bright and energetic smile.
Yayoi looked down one by one and found a photo that was older than the photo with Misako.
Before graduating from elementary school, Yayoi had been living in Tokyo. The buildings in the modern metropolis were very tall. When night fell, they were covered with beautiful and bright firelight. The Amamiya family lived in Sumida City. A few years after they moved to Tokyo, construction of the Sumida Skytree began. It was completed six years ago and put into operation in the same year.
Not long ago, she went to Sumida to perform a mission. After completing the mission, Yayoi stood on the bridge of the Sumida River. The river below was surging with black waves. She looked from a distance at the Skytree tower that stood among the rows of buildings like draped stars. The lights were so warm. Like a lit bonfire.
Many years ago, she passed through this city in a hurry.
Many people and many things would not stay where they were forever and wait. The river of time had long carried those people or things to places they didn’t know.
Yayoi looked at the yellowed old photo. The picture was a little blurry, but it did not prevent her from seeing the faces of the people in the photo. Her own face, her mother's face, and the face of a high school girl with a ponytail.
Gently rubbing the old photo with her fingertips, she vaguely remembered that the high school girl in the photo was the daughter of the family living next door to hers. She was lively and chic, but by chance, Yayoi saw her in the corridor. She was smoking around the corner, and the diffuse smoke blurred her face.
Her back was to Yayoi, who stood behind her, looking at the rising and falling smoke and the girl's back shrouded in smoke.
It took her a long time to notice that there was a little red-haired girl standing behind her. She hurriedly pinched the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray that came with the trash can.
"Sorry, sorry." The girl laughed and scratched the back of her head.
Yayoi didn't understand why she was apologizing, she didn't hurt anyone, and if she really wanted to apologize, she should also apologize to her body.
As we all know, smoking was harmful to health.
Kanagawa Prefecture, Kawasaki City
Seventeen-year-old Junpei Yoshino was an ordinary student at Kanagawa Prefectural Satozakura High School.
Junpei's hobby was watching movies, and his favorite movie genre was horror movies. Not just watching movies, but he would also analyze the plot and characters of the movie with great concentration, and write down movie reviews seriously.
When he was a freshman in high school, he established a film appreciation club with two movie enthusiasts.
Satozakura High School's admission rate was good, and Junpei's grades were also in the upper-middle range. If he followed the normal trajectory, he would spend a good high school career in the film appreciation club with two like-minded students, and then take the exam to go to the university.
When he was a sophomore in high school, Junpei went through the formalities of suspending his studies at school. His mother, Nagi Yoshino, vaguely knew what happened to her son. She did not make any major demands for her son's suspension of studies, but silently supported her son's decision.
When the devil's moment came, the hot atmosphere still lingered on the ground, the gorgeous sunset filed the sky over Kanagawa, and the black shadows on the ground extend and cross each other.
Since his first year in high school, Junpei had become less fond of going out. Most of the time, he liked to stay at home and watch movies by himself. At the witching hour, when he came back to his senses, he watched the golden-red glow shrinking little by little, and the red sun sinking in the sky. In the rows of buildings, the night poured out from the horizon like a tide, flooding the sky little by little.
He would feel very lonely at this time.
Some people say that humans were social animals, and social animals could not live alone.
Different people would stick together to survive. This was also the root of human bad nature. People who like to stick together in a group to "survive" also like to gather in groups to vent their malice wantonly and inflict violence on others.
The deep twilight splashed on the walls, and the dark atmosphere that filled the corners where the sun didn't shine was so strong that it was suffocating.
Junpei, who rarely went out to run an errand for his mother, was blocked by a few guys on the street. In the streets where people were coming and going, everyone was living in their own busy lives and had no time to care about others. The thin boy was squeezed into a group of people, so small that he could hardly be seen.
One of the guys had a familiar attitude of "I know you very well, we haven't seen you for a long time." Regardless of Junpei's wishes, he put his arms around his neck.
"It's been a long time, Junpei." The other party said with a playful smile, "Why do you always stay at home? Come out to play often."
The boy squeezed in the middle was still holding vegetables bought from the convenience store. His fingers were curled into fists and his lips were pressed into a tight line.
"Why don't you say anything?" A guy patted his face, "You make us so embarrassed."
Since it's embarrassing, don't harass him.
Junpei took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. In front of this group of scum, his anger would only be exchanged for their more wanton laughter.
"Okay, okay, you scared Yoshino-kun like this." The well-dressed high school student said in a gentle tone as he pushed aside the crowd.
Junpei was stunned for a moment. He saw Shota Ito walking over and put his arm on his shoulders familiarly. The expression on his face was gentle, and his tone was gentle.
But people's eyes could be deceiving, and so could people's expressions.
Junpei had seen Shota treat others with such an attitude, but this attitude definitely did not belong to him. In the gentle expression and tone, there was a strong and sticky malice.
"I heard that you dropped out of school, right?" Shota's hand pressed his shoulder, and his laughter was so harsh that it made people's stomachs churn. "Staying at home is a wise choice."
"Yoshi," Shota slapped Junpei's thin shoulder heavily, and the smile on his face became brighter, "let's play a game after not seeing each other for so long."
So he was dragged to a nearby abandoned factory by these scumbags.
The sun sank below the horizon, staining the sky with ink-like blackness.
*clang—*
The rolling shutter door of the factory was closed by someone outside.
The cold moonlight poured in from the window of the warehouse, the green onion leaves hung from the plastic bags. Junpei stood alone in the empty warehouse with the things in his hands, his body as thin as a piece of paper.
The boy slowly sat down and put down what he was holding.
The moon had already hung in the sky without knowing when, and the air was filled with faint rustling sounds. It might be mice or insects. In short, he didn't care what it was.
'It's so late, mom will be worried.'
Junpei thought as his eyes fell on the green leaves peeking out of the plastic bag.
The thin boy bent his legs, leaned his back against the dirty wall, and hugged himself into a ball.
He remembered this factory. This factory had been there since he was a child. It was an old factory that existed during his parents' generation. It was also a famous supernatural place. Curious high school students liked to run in in groups to try their luck.
In early April, the demolition department settled here, but stopped the demolition work in the middle of April. It was said that the place was haunted and people were killed one after another.
Those scumbags probably didn't intend to let him go home tonight.
So what should he do tonight? Just make do here?
Junpei smiled bitterly, he suddenly felt very tired.
Junpei had never told anyone that he could see ghosts.
He believed that there were ghosts in this world, but he had never told anyone else. What if he told about this? Did he expect those people to believe him? No, those 'lies' that would only self-righteously mock him.
When he first realized that there was really something unclean inside, he slapped the rolling shutter door desperately, banging the metal door loudly, and it made his palms hurt terribly, but no one paid him any attention.
After the scumbags outside locked the door, they didn't see his reaction for a while and simply left. Even if they were there, they wouldn't open the door for him.
This place was very remote, and no one would come here to hang out at this time.
Distorted laughter echoed in the empty factory, and a cold feeling ran down his spine and into his brain section by section. On what should have been a sultry summer night, the cold sweat seeping out of his back soaked his clothes.
This place was really dirty.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out in Junpei's palms, and endless fear enveloped his heart.
At first, they were just faint outlines, like crude pencil drawings made by a child. He never thought that these things would appear in his sight in such a vivid and terrifying form.
It was like a giant slug, with a bloated and bulky body connected to countless limbs that looked like human limbs. It stretched its body and moved its limbs in the moonlight and dust.
"It hurts... it hurts..." The distorted tone sounded in the silent moonlight, and the voice sounded like crying or laughing.
Junpei didn't know why it cried out in pain, but he was instinctively afraid of it, not only because of its ugly and terrifying body, but also because the unknown itself was something that humans fear.
The most primitive fear of human beings was the "unknown".
"It hurts—!!!"
The moment the hysterical wails started, the whole building seemed to be shaking.
Junpei pressed tightly against the rolling shutter behind him, sweat soaking his thin clothes.
His legs were shaking and his breathing was shaky.
He knew that he couldn't run fast. He's not as tall as others, nor as strong as others, so he's always bullied and called 'bean sprouts' and 'unmanly man' by those self-righteous scumbags, and was ridiculed vigorously.
But he still had to run, he still wanted to see his mother, that was his only place to go.
Junpei moved his trembling fingers and arms. The thing screamed, "it hurts, it hurts." It slowly twisted its body like a snake, moved its limbs, and slid towards him close to the ground.
Junpei used strength that he had never used in his life and slammed the thing in his hand on the thing. The glass bottles and jars shattered and spilled the sauce on the thing's head.
The thing tore off the vegetable leaves stuck on his face and scratched its cheeks randomly, trying to clean its face. Junpei finally took up his trembling legs and ran up the stairs not far away in fear.
"Don't go— don't go—"
The thing knocked over the already shaky iron railings on the stairs. It looked like some kind of multi-legged arthropod, and when it moved its limbs, it made a series of drum-like thumping sounds.
Would die, he would die.
The roar behind the boy who was running away like his life was deafening, so sharp that it almost pierced his eardrums. As soon as he stopped, he would be swallowed by that mouth, and no bones would be left.
He still wanted to run, he wanted to escape, he didn't want to die, he was not ready to end his life, even if his life was so messed up by those scum, he did not want to die. He still had his mother, it's his only remaining light.
If he died, his mother would cry.
Mom didn't like to cry. She didn't cry even when she was separated from that person. She didn't cry or complain even if she had to support herself and him alone. But if he died, mom would cry very sadly, right?
Several glass bottles crashed to the ground, rolled down the stairs, and shattered into pieces.
Junpei fell to the ground. He wanted to run, he wanted to live, but he had no strength.
He closed his eyes in despair.
He really hated himself.
"It hurts—!!!"
The thing's hysterical roar sounded again, and the abandoned factory began to tremble again. The expected pain did not come, and the sound of blood and flesh splattering lingered in his ears.
The cold and smelly liquid fell on his face and splashed on the ground.
Junpei opened his eyes and saw the falling moonlight and the bright red color in the moonlight.
The red color was like fire and blood in the dim night. The red-haired owner held a knife in his hand. The arc of the blade was slender and graceful. The thin and sharp blade chopped open the monster's muscles and bones, and blood spilled on the ground.
The wailing monster bent the metal railing and stumbled down the stairs.
The person was standing with a sword among the stumps and blood on the ground, and the blade was dripping with blood.
It was a red-haired woman with a thin figure. The thin moonlight soaked her whole body, making her look even more slender.
A few days ago_
Near July, Yayoi received a task, which was said to be personally sent by the higher-ups.
Ijichi, who gave the mission information to Yayoi, scratched his head and stood in a panic, scolding himself, "I'm such a fool, I should have taken good care of you." He kept thinking about it, as if he was the one preparing to carry out the mission.
Yayoi looked confused, but Satoru, on the other hand, had seen so many of the dirty tricks of the rotten oranges above that he had become accustomed to it. Logically speaking, with how stupid those rotten oranges were, they wouldn't pay special attention to a Yayoi who has "no magic power". Most of them were caused by the "frontal blow with a battering ram" that hit Naoya Zenin.
Satoru peeked his head out from behind Yayoi. Taking advantage of his height, he glanced at ten lines. After condescendingly reading the contents of the paper held by Yayoi, he tilted his head slightly, leaned closer to Yayoi's ear, and breathed out on her fair and red skin.
"Want to go?" Satoru said softly.
Yayoi made a face and pushed his face away, "Go."
"Eh~ It's okay if you don't go~" The white cat nuzzled over to her, his hands hung on her shoulders, and his chin rested on the top of her head. The sweet smell of orange soda penetrated into his nasal cavity.
"But I want to go," Yayoi said. "If I don't go, the people above will think I'm easy to bully."
The fights she had in school taught Yayoi that escaping would only make the guys who want to bully you think you were timid and easy to bully, and they would e more willing to cause trouble in the future.
Yayoi didn't like to cause trouble for herself. If others want to cause trouble for her, she could only fight back.
"Hmm~" Satoru slowly narrowed his eyes, and the arms hanging on Yayoi's shoulders tightened little by little, and finally wrapped around her neck.
Satoru, who was sticky on her body, was like a big cat acting coquettishly, and he made a comfortable hum in his throat.
"Okay." Satoru squinted his eyes and spoke in a relaxed tone, "Remember to bring me a souvenir, a sweet souvenir~"
"Oh, by the way." Yayoi turned hwe head and looked at Satoru, "Can I still hit that person next time I see him?"
"Who is that?" The cat, addicted to coquettishness, purred comfortably. For a moment, he didn't realize who Yayoi was talking about.
"That Nao Zenin something who came." Yayoi said honestly.
"Okay, I'll support you if you beat him to death." The big cat purred and rubbed the hair on her temples, which made her feel a little itchy.
Ijichi watched with helpless eyes the whole process of the white-haired and red-haired people who were not easy to deal with in any sense, and decided the process of dealing with Naoya. He immediately understood that he would not be able to rest for a long time.
The train slid onto the track, roared forward, and slid across the endless sky like a long dragon.
After the train stopped at Kanagawa-Kawasaki Station, the announcement rang. Yayoi picked up the long black leather backpack that was placed on one side, put the shoulder strap on her shoulder, and got off the train directly.
The mission location was Kawasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture, and the destination was an abandoned factory waiting for demolition. It was a paper factory established here during the Showa era. Considering its age, it was an old building with an age. The power supply facilities and equipment inside had aged very badly and had mottled marks on the outside of the walls that have been eroded by wind and rain. It was already a dangerous building that needed to be demolished.
The demolition of the old building should have been completed long ago, but the project had to be stopped.
The assistant director who picked up Yayoi at Kawasaki Station, Akari Nitta-san, was a blonde girl who liked to drive fast on the road. She looked not much older than her.
Yayoi flipped through the file records in her hand, and while listening to Nitta-san who was driving the car explain the situation, the wind blew past the car window.
The demolition engineering team was stationed at the paper factory in early April. In mid-April, the demolition project of the paper factory was stopped. Externally, it was said that there was a conflict between the surrounding residents and the demolition department. Before the matter was resolved, the engineering team withdrew from the paper factory, and the demolition matter was still open for discussion.
"Actually, it's because strange things started happening since the night when the demolition department moved in." Akari held the steering wheel and looked forward, while the black car drove smoothly on the asphalt road.
"At first it was just a series of machine failures, but later it turned into a murder case." Akari said, "The first deceased found was pushed into the sewer and drowned, and the subsequent deceased began to appear one after another, and the project was suspended. After that, the murderer stopped."
Deep gray smeared in the sky outside the car window. The bridge stopped on the highway, and the car horns honked one after another.
"We went to investigate the deceased, and apart from being colleagues, they didn't have much interaction with him," said Akari.
Yayoi put the tablet aside and said, "Please take me to the paper factory first."
"I understand."
The traffic light ahead turned passable green, and Akari stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared, and the black car streaked across the smooth road.
Yayoi spent several days killing the cursed spirit in this abandoned factory. On the first day, she killed the cursed spirit, but felt that it had not been exorcised. Sure enough, when she returned here, she saw it again. When it came to this cursed spirit, if she killed it today, it would come back to life the next day, and the cycle repeated itself, like an endless cycle with no solution. So for several nights in a row, Yayoi clocked in at the abandoned factory and drew her sword to kill the cursed spirits every day.
When the car parked in front of the factory, it was already evening. Yayoi and the assistant director found that the rolling shutter door of the factory was locked. The lock looked brand new and seemed to have been added not long ago.
"Yare, yare, this is a difficult problem." Akari knelt down with a sad look on her face, "Who did it?"
What's the point of having nothing to do after you'd eaten enough?
"It would be nice if Gojo was here." Yayoi said suddenly.
"Huh?" Akari didn't understand why Yayoi suddenly mentioned Satoru, but as we all know, Satoru Gojo was the strongest. Wherever he was, everything would be solved.
"He knows how to pick locks." Yayoi said.
Akari: ???
Satoru Gojo was a notoriously difficult person in the assistant director circle, but she hadn't heard of him being able to pick locks.
What did the strongest sorcerer do to pick locks?
"He picked the lock of my room many times," Yayoi said. "he was very skillful."
She didn't forget that the first time Satoru picked the lock of her room was to make her take off her clothes.
Akari was shocked, Akari was greatly shocked.
He actually picked the lock of the girl's room!
I didn't expect you, the strongest, to be like this!!!
Yayoi, who walked around the factory with Akari but couldn't find any other entrance, frowned, put a long backpack on her back, and decided to climb in through the window.
Akari started to fumble for her cell phone in her pocket, "...wait a minute, I'll contact the relevant department?" Why were you too skilled at this?
Yayoi shook her head, "There is someone inside, and the curse spirit has started to move. If we don't hurry up, he will die."
Akari watched helplessly as Yayoi climbed up to the fourth floor with bare hands and climbed in through the window.
Akari: "..."
So why were you so skilled at this?!
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Akari Nitta: One of you is so skillful at climbing through the window, and the other is so skillful at bungee jumping. You are worthy of being siblings! (furious.jpg)
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