Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Chapter 24

Something went wrong.

In the middle of the journey, he felt the filthy magic power suddenly erupting in the distance and continuously raising the upper limit at an alarming speed. Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in a high-speed vehicle, raised his head and took off the round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. , staring at the direction of Tokyo General Hospital with his pair of eyes that can see through everything.

"Hey, Teacher Ye Moth, are you sure that the assistant supervisor is reliable?" Gojo Satoru rolled down the car window in order to see more clearly, and the cold night wind entered the narrow car with the sound of whistling wind. The soft silver-white hair fluttered wantonly under the blowing of the night wind, with a slight shimmer.

"Hirasaki is careful in his work and reliable. He has always had a good reputation and is an excellent assistant supervisor." Ye Mozheng sat on the co-pilot and closed his eyes. He was taking the rest time in the car to close his eyes and rest his mind. His With a hint of fatigue in his voice, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Then you may have to change your mind about him today." Gojo Satoru's voice was a little dignified. He put on his sunglasses again and said, "The worst situation has already appeared, and a special class has been born in the direction of Tokyo General Hospital."

The atmosphere in the car froze instantly.

Jia Ruozi's eyes widened, showing a look of shock, and there was a worried light in the beautiful eyes.

And Xia Youjie, who was combing his black ball hair as usual, also turned his head, a fringe on his forehead fluttering gently under the night wind, he asked puzzledly, "Didn't you just talk to Director Hirasaki on the phone?" ? There was no accident at that time, right?"

"That's right," Gojo Satoru said, "Just now, that powerful mantra suddenly appeared, but it was so far away that even Six Eyes couldn't tell whose mantra it belonged to. "

Moreover, the huge mantra power does not feel like the pure and violent mantra power belonging to the mantra spirit, but more like the mantra power extracted from tiny emotions that has been deliberately exercised in the sorcerer's body.

Because he was not sure, Gojo Satoru didn't say this, he only glanced in the direction of Tokyo General Hospital once again, and then looked away.

Ye Mo Zhengdao slowly opened his eyes, there was no sleepiness or dullness in the black pupils, only a sharp and sober light flashed, and Ye Mo Zhengdao, who had absolute trust in his student, did not ask much, and immediately ordered Sanzhidao, "Contact the people at [window] and ask them to negotiate with the police station to seal off the Tokyo General Hospital and its surrounding areas together, and then report to the high-level. We will handle the incident this time, and there is no need to send other magicians coming."

Sanzhi answered loudly, "Yes!"

She drove proficiently with one hand, her eyes were straight ahead, and the other hand picked up the walkie-talkie used to assist in supervising the two-wire connection with [window]. She explained the current situation concisely and clearly, and then explained what they needed s help.

After Sanzhi put down the walkie-talkie and put her hands on the steering wheel again, she said, "Since the situation is urgent, I don't care about any traffic rules." She kindly reminded, "Please be sure to fasten your seat belt or grab the handle. "

The three of them, who were already familiar with this situation, buckled up their seat belts expressionlessly.

Sanzhi stepped on the accelerator pedal to the bottom, and the vehicles that were driving smoothly on the road were ejected like arrows from the string. The wind suddenly picked up, bypassing one normal driving vehicle after another, amidst the shouting and cursing one after another Leaving in style.

When the conjuration expert and his team arrived at the Tokyo General Hospital, the situation was already out of control.

The tall building of the hospital that has lost its light and is completely dark stands majestically in the deep night like a monster that devours everything, giving people a heavy sense of oppression, trembling like an earthquake, and there are a few deep and strange sounds from it from time to time roar.

The main entrance of Tokyo General Hospital has become a mess.

Patients in blue and white striped hospital gowns, on-duty doctors in white coats, nurses in pale pink dresses, and family members who accompanied the bed in all kinds of uniforms...all of them screamed and rushed out of this hospital without distinguishing each other. Fleeing, the glass of the automatic door has been shattered, and scattered on the ground turned into dots of wounding spikes, shining with a silvery sharp cold light.

Crying, shouting, moaning, cursing, screaming, low crying...

Countless human voices were mixed together, only converging into meaningless noise with no specific shape like a monster, fluctuating up and down in the long wave band.

The police vehicles hadn't arrived yet and they were the first to arrive at the scene.

During normal tasks, [Window] will observe violent fluctuations in spell power, and dispatch assistant supervisors to arrive at the scene ahead of time to evacuate the crowd. After ensuring that most of the non-magicians have left the scene, the arrangement can isolate the outside line of sight and Avoid the [account] where ordinary people enter by mistake, and then wait for the conjurer in charge of this task to arrive.

But obviously the situation in front of them is not unusual. The crowd who failed to evacuate in time have already started to panic. Facing the uneasiness of the unknown, they desperately crowded and fled towards the way of life in their eyes. There was an accident.

"This is troublesome." Ye Mo Zhengdao sighed with some headaches, turned around to evaluate his own combat power, and quickly made a decision.

"Sanzhi, Nitro." He assigned, "The two of you stay here and try to calm down the scene. If the police station arrives, cooperate with them, understand?"

Sanzhi and Jiarui Glass nodded, "Understood."

Ye Mozheng said, "Just do your best."

In just a few seconds while Noctua Moth was speaking righteously, the hospital building trembled again, as if the terrifying cry from another world resounded through the entire night sky for a long time, releasing it unscrupulously Under the influence of the mantra, even the brilliance of Xingzi dimmed.

In front of the broken window on the sixth floor, stood a dark figure, waving his limbs desperately, as if trying to drive something away, trembling all over, but was crushed by the huge fear, amidst the horrific wailing , leaped, jumped down from the high floor, and fell rapidly.

And under that person was a chaotic crowd crowded like bee chrysalis.

The pupils of Ye Mo Zhengdao shrank sharply, and he shouted sharply, "Jie!"

"I know, Teacher Ye Moth." Xia Youjie's palm cracked a dark gap, and a dangerous and cold wind whistled from it, his expression was solemn, and a dark and chaotic curse spirit group gradually formed under his palm , he yelled "Go!", released a flying curse spirit, commanded the bird-shaped spell spirit to catch the human figure falling from a high altitude, and slowly placed him in an empty space on the ground.

Night Moth Zhengdao breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the empty, dark sixth floor where the man was forced to jump off. There was an almost solidified cold mantra flowing there, just like quicksand that was constantly dragging the surrounding air away. The sporadic spell power buried in the center, gathered, compressed, squeezed, and finally became a part of the creepy man-eating quicksand in the soundless suffocation.

Ye Mo Zhengdao closed his eyes, and said to Wutiao Wu and Xia Youjie, "It's too late to wait for the crowd to evacuate, let's go up and see the situation first."

It is impossible to go up from the inside of the hospital. The lobby on the first floor is now full of panicked crowds. It is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive way to get in from the crowd that has lost control.

They can only go up from the outside.

Xia Youjie didn't say much, he manipulated the flying bird Mantra to land lightly, jumped on its back first, turned his head and said to Gojo Wu and Ye Mo Zhengdao neatly, "Come up!"

Yemo Zhengdao also has a flying spell, but it is obvious that Xia Youjie's spell can save time right now, so he nodded, turned over and sat on it.

Gojo Wu was so rare and taciturn that he sat on Xia Youjie's flying bird spell without saying a word.

In a year of getting along, the three of them who have cultivated enough tacit understanding and trust with each other sat on the same mantra, and it took only a few seconds to reach the center of the accident - the sixth floor of Tokyo General Hospital building.

As soon as he jumped in from the window, Xia Youjie frowned, and said in a low voice, "This kind of spell power...is a bit too terrifying."

The mantra, so viscous as if it was about to block the airway, even took shape in mid-air, floating in the air like wisps of black mist, seemingly quiet and harmless, but in fact it was like a snake waiting for an opportunity , as soon as it touched the conjurer's skin, it immediately penetrated like a needle, destroying others wantonly.

In order to protect themselves from the curse power floating around, the three of them had no choice but to cover the body with a thin layer of spell power, maintain it painstakingly, and probe carefully.

"Enlightenment." Noctua asked rightly, "Can you see where the special magic spirit that caused the accident is now?"

Gojo Wujo, who had been silent since just now, opened his mouth, "I didn't say that the special class born in the hospital was a curse spirit." A trace of unspeakable complexity flashed in his frosty blue eyes, " That's human."

He whispered, "He's coming toward us."

The muffled vibration of the wall, the fine dust falling down, the shards of glass that kept jumping up and falling in the vibration... the star in the chest pulsated with the opponent's heavy steps. The throbbing scarlet heart.

At the corner of the dark and lightless hospital corridor in the middle of the night, two eyes that reflected light like glass slowly protruded. It was a monster with a head as big as a bucket and a body bloated like a frog crawling on the ground.

On its body, there is an overwhelming sense of oppression like dark clouds overwhelming the city, making people feel that both knees are trembling with fear.

Ye Mozheng understood why that person chose to jump off the tall building just now.

In the face of such a terrifying sense of approach, people will indeed choose to understand themselves in the despair of not being able to see the light.

The monster moved very slowly, and its mood was very peaceful. It didn't have the irritable desire for destruction and resentment towards human beings like the curse spirits Noctua Moth Zhengdao had seen before, and it didn't show any strong aggressiveness. There were muffled buzzing sounds from the chest cavity, and the two dull eyes moved left and right flexibly, as if they were looking for something.

Its eyes that always give people a cold and sticky feeling swept over the three conjurer experts more than once, but seemed to have no interest in them, and moved away in a blink of an eye.

It gently opened the door of every room in this long corridor, poked its head in to check and then left in disappointment, the muffled roar in its chest was as long and long-lasting as the whistle of a train, and it never stopped .

The place where Gojo Satoru and the others stood was very close to the fire stairs, and there happened to be a space for three people to stand in.

Noctua Motha had no time to inquire about the meaning of Gojo Satoru's words just now. Seeing the monster slowly approaching them, he dragged the two students into the space, chose to give way to the monster, and followed it Behind him, wait and see the situation.

After the monster left, Xia Youjie turned to Wujo Wu and asked, "Wu, what do you mean by human?"

"Didn't you notice it?" Standing in the narrow and low fire escape, the white-haired boy who had to lower his head slightly because of his height had a very cold expression on his face. The pupils of the eyes reveal complex emotions that no one knows, "The thing that just walked past is a human being."

Noctua Zhengdao opened his eyes wide, and turned his head suddenly to see the back of the monster leaving.

Its naked body seems to be covered with a thin layer of transparent skin, which contains swollen and sloshing tissue fluid, blue, purple, scarlet, yellowish, pale... the tissue structures of various colors were observed It is very clear, but if you look closely, except for the deformed internal organs, it is indeed a human body.

There were still bits and pieces of cotton wool and black and white tattered cloth hanging on the monster's body, and the small wrist watch that was deeply strangled into the wrist looked very familiar.

Gojo Satoru's voice continued to ring in his ears, "If I'm not mistaken, that monster should be the auxiliary supervisor Keita Hirasaki, the mantra flowing in it, although the number is far greater than Keita Hirasaki No, but the smell, feeling, and nature are the same." Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, his lips pursed into a straight line, "It's a pity, but Director Hirasaki should have... died."

Noctua Zhengdao clenched his fists tightly, and his hard nails pierced into his palms, causing a slight itching and stinging pain like insects and ants biting people. His mood was quite complicated, "How did it become like this... Obviously ten minutes ago He is still talking to me, and I have clearly told him not to act rashly!"

"Tokyo General Hospital... I remember that there is no first-level or second-level curse spirit here. It is a rare and relatively clean hospital." Xia Youjie said, "The appearance of Supervisor Hirasaki should have something to do with Erina."

"He made a wish to Erina that he couldn't bear." Xia Youjie said in a low voice, his tone was calm, and there was a very slight sadness, "In Erina's mechanism, there is no one who can become a monster. In the end, those who are forced by Erina will only have two endings, one is to die tragically without dignity like a roped person, and the other is to pray to Erina for a miracle and realize the happy ending of their wish."

—The poor man who is consumed by his own desires.

Xia Youjie wanted to sigh, but for some reason, another idea emerged in his mind uncontrollably, slowly and firmly.

——The ignorant and weak who cannot see their own limits.

At that moment, Xia Youjie was a little taken aback.

[What am I thinking? ! ]

He immediately refuted himself severely in his heart, cleared the distracting thoughts in his mind, and wanted to focus on the current situation.

But Xia Youjie's already shaken voice was still hanging in the air, which made him suddenly feel ashamed.

He closed his eyes slightly, and kept saying to himself in his heart.

[The strong should protect the weak, and the capable should protect the incapable. A world that allows the weak to live happily is a reasonable world. ]

[Don't blame others, blame yourself why you didn't arrive in time, only in this way can you walk on this road more firmly. ]

Hearing this kind of words a lot, it seemed that his inner belief had been strengthened again, and Xia Youjie gradually calmed down.

[That’s right, a society where the weak survive is the virtuous circle in this world. ]

It was not the first time that Noctua Masamichi encountered the sacrifice of his companions. He took a deep breath, buried all the sadness and grief in his heart, and stepped forward, firmly following the monster named Hirasaki Keita in front of him.

"Let's go." Noctua said solemnly, "Give him a relief."

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The monster that has lost consciousness and only has vague instincts is still whimpering and screaming, searching for Erina from room to room in confusion.

It opened its eyes for the first time, and what it saw was Erina.

Like all the malice condensed, Erina exudes a cold, gloomy and dead air. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is as frightening as a ghost boy full of resentment and dying in a thriller. But in its eyes, there is something close to it. The essential Erina has the characteristics that make her want to get close to her naturally.

Therefore, when Erina proposed to play the game, it agreed.

The rules of the game are so simple that even monsters with little sanity left can understand.

Erina is still unable to express herself with a rich vocabulary, even if she is the first to put forward the request to play the game, she can only express the rules of the game with a few very simple words.

Pointing to it, she said intermittently, 'You are a wolf. ’ Pointing to himself again, he grinned and said, ‘I am a sheep. '

'The wolf is coming to eat the sheep. '

'The sheep have to hide. '

She said this as if she was singing a nursery rhyme, with childlike innocence and joy.

'The one who loses,' said Erina, giggling at the amusement, making the shape of a gun with her hand, pointing it at the monster's head, and said 'Bah! ' onomatopoeia, implying that it is dead, she said in a muffled, high-pitched voice, 'It's time to die. '

She looked at the monster expectantly, hoping that it would agree to play games with her.

The ugly and weird monster thought dully, and finally nodded slowly.

Erina showed a happy smile with simple lines, and she said, 'Then, until my brother wakes up... it's time for games! '

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Gojo Satoru and the others followed the monster who ignored them and just went about their own business.

There is a huge amount of spell power stored in the monster's body, but compared to a magician who can use spell power to fight, it is more like a spell object, a container for storing spell power, if it is cursed Spirit devouring will definitely catalyze a super-level curse spirit that surpasses the norm. If it is killed and curses itself, it is likely to turn into a curse spirit after death. Even if it dies ordinary, the curse power remaining in its body will also It will gradually solidify its corpse, and finally give birth to a terrible curse.

And all they can do is to try their best to kill it, undo the curse for it, and let Hirasaki Keita's soul rest in peace.

Gojo Satoru asked Noctua Masamichi, "Does Director Hirasaki have any spells?"

"Yes." Noctua Masamichi said with a sigh, "Hirasaki was actually born in a family of conjurers, and his parents taught him a little bit about the world of conjuration since he was a child, so he never considered other things in the future. Direction, after diving headlong into the magic world, I never thought of getting out."

"I haven't seen him use a spell, but since it's inherited from the family, Hirasaki's spell should be the same as his father's." Noctua Masamune said, "It's a very powerful spell that needs to be handled with care. "

"His spell can exchange the original material of the item, but he must touch the two items he wants to exchange the material with both hands. The volume and quality of the item that can be exchanged depends on the spell power he outputs, and the type of material that can be exchanged depends on It depends on his understanding of this material." Noctua Masamune gave an example, "For example, if Hirasaki wants to convert the floor into Shimizu, he must understand the material composition of the floor and Shimizu, but if what he thinks Shimizu is actually In the case of white wine, there is a difference between understanding and reality, and the operation cannot be successfully activated."

"As long as he has a full understanding of the human body and enough spell power, he can even turn people into stones in an instant." Ye Mozheng said, "You must remember to avoid his hands."

"As long as he can't touch me, isn't that all right?" Wujo Satoru said, "I'm very good at this kind of thing."

"Teacher Ye Moth, don't worry." Xia Youjie smiled, "I'm from the Far War School."

"It's going to be a hard battle." Noctua Masamori calmed down, put aside his personal emotions, and said, "The magic power stored in Hirasaki's body surpasses any magician I have seen so far. Said, compared with us, he is an inexhaustible and indefatigable fighting weapon."

"In a war of attrition, we can't consume him no matter what, so we can only kill him with one blow." Ye Mozheng glanced at his two students, calmed down a little, and shouted in a deep voice, "Try to fight quickly! "

As long as the two of them are together, it feels like no matter how powerful the enemy is, they can be defeated.