Chapter 15

Gojo Satoru’s suspicions are reasonable. As a professional and the strongest in the magic world who has been deeply involved in this field for many years, it is certainly impossible for him to misidentify the cursed object. Although this object does not currently emit cursed power, it is planted. There is no sign of the incoming pollutants being eroded by the spell, and there is no residue.

But he was extremely sure that it was a curse.

"Since the teacher said so, it should be correct."

Miyako Eri nodded. Her first reaction when she saw the finger was also that it was a curse. It was really the two-faced finger that gave them such a deep impression.

Although this finger looks completely different from Liang Miansu Nuo's finger, it is more slender and elongated, and does not look like a human finger.

"The source of pollution gave him his power."

As Miyako Eri intuitively sensed, the source of pollution is a mobile life form, and may even have the appearance of a human being, so he gave himself The agent is a pollutant that is very similar to a human finger.

Gojo Satoru quickly defined this thing as a curse spirit.

"Have you not seen it before? There is a curse spirit that can distort human souls. This pollution phenomenon is probably because it has similar abilities."

Transformation from human souls, so those who are affected and polluted There would be no way to get any better.

Even Yosano Akiko's supernatural power only affects the penis and has nothing to do with the soul.

"The question is, if there is no residual curse, can you find the other party,

Gojo-sensei?" "Who are you asking, Eri-chan?"

The white-haired young man wearing sunglasses smiled brightly and pointed his finger at the not far away place. Miyako Eri,

"In the field of magic, the teacher will not lose to anyone."

Gojo Satoru made a shooting gesture with one hand, pointing towards Miyako Eri's side, in his "sight" , there was a strange-looking creature floating in the air, with a dull red light surging around it, and the darkness inside made it difficult to see its true appearance.

That thing had the outline of a human shape, but its essence made Gojo Satoru feel dangerous.

"Is that that one?"

Looking in the direction of Gojo Satoru's finger, Miyako Eri narrowed her blood-red eyes, but the expression on her face remained unchanged.

"I can't see."

"Oh, forget Eri-chan, your eyes can't penetrate the building."

Gojo Satoru slapped his head, and the magic power shot out from his fingers, blasting a big hole in the wall of the warehouse he was pointing at. He also shot at the humanoid creature that he noticed.

Unexpectedly, the humanoid creature dodged his casual blow, but also exposed its figure to everyone.

"Can you see it now?"

"That dark little red man?"

Gojo Satoru thought he had found the "source of pollution", but he found that the white-haired girl looked at the dark creature and shook her head.

"How should I put it...Although it is also a very dangerous existence, it is not the culprit we are looking for."

The humanoid creature that avoided Gojo Satoru's attack also began to curse and flew into the warehouse through a hole in the wall. .

"Who doesn't have eyes to attack me?!"

"Oh."

Before Gojo Satoru could react, Dazai Osamu, who had a splitting headache and was being held up by Nakajima Atsushi, suddenly made a voice. He forced himself to raise his head, and the kite color His eyes were fixed on the petite figure flying into the warehouse, and he couldn't help but make a sound.

"I should have thought of it earlier..."

"I didn't expect Mr. Mori to actually send you here... Chuuya."

Dazai Osamu's voice was not loud when he spoke, but because of the "old enemy", the person who came came clearly I heard what he said and captured the meaning of his words accurately and keenly.

"Whose fault do you think it is?!"

"I just came back from a business trip to the west and heard that something strange was causing trouble in this city. Could it be that you brought it on?"

Hearing that Dazai Osamu seemed to be related to this The next humanoid creature seemed to know each other, and Gojo Satoru and Miyako Eri became a crowd-pleaser for a moment.

But fortunately, they did not forget their own duties. When Dazai Osamu was bickering with Nakahara Chuuya, they did not forget to remove the curse from the implant that was sent to attack.

Relying on "no lower limit", Gojo Satoru reached out and inserted his hand into the chest cavity of the implant without taking any protective measures. He took out the finger stuck on the sternum. He half-raised the finger on his hand and carefully observed it in the moonlight. finger.

"Looking at it this way, there is still no magic power."

His other hand in his pocket pushed up his sunglasses, revealing his blood-filled eyes, and turned sideways to show his fingers to Miyako Eri.

Miyako Eri walked up to him and also planned to touch that finger, but when her hand was about to touch that finger, Gojo Satoru put it away again.

"Isn't it too dangerous to touch her like this?"

"Teacher, you don't want Eri-chan to turn into a slimy fish by then."

"No." Miyako Eri replied simply and continued to reach out to touch Touch that ominous-looking finger.

Not far away, the noisy background sound of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya's bickering disappeared at some point. Miyako Eri's bright red eyes were fixed on the fingers pinched by Gojo Satoru, and her eyes were looking at the knuckles.

"Pollution, threats, disasters... fear comes from the unknown."

"Fear of the deep sea, fear of pollution invasion... faith in the unknown..."

"Faith from another world... leave this world."

Gong Ko Eri muttered something softly, and a stream of light appeared on her fingertips. Nakajima Atsushi looked carefully and found that the surging stream of light had a cold silver glow like moonlight. The silver glow made his hair stand on end. The thorns of fear pierced the knuckles of the dark fingers with Miyako Eri's movements, and then the knuckles seemed to be weathered, and melted with Miyako Eri's gentle breath. For nothingness.

"Is this the end?"

Seeing Miyako Eri turning that finger into nothingness, and the thorny light that frightened Nakajima Atsushi disappeared, Nakajima Atsushi relaxed all over and accidentally knocked Dazai Osamu who was holding him He fell to the ground and stammered.

Ignoring Nakahara Chuuya's mocking voice, Osamu Dazai seemed to be much better now. He was even able to pull himself up from the ground by grabbing Atsushi Nakajima's arm.

Although the palm has not recovered yet.

"No." His other good hand patted the dust on his body and gave Atsushi Nakajima an answer.

"Eri-chan just dealt with this time's trouble, Atsushi-kun, don't forget that the culprit hasn't shown up yet."

The young man with black curly hair spoke softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Of course, this kind of thing is something to be stood aside from. It’s absolutely impossible for a slug to figure out the cause and effect. “You bastard, who are you calling

a slug?” The petite orange-haired young man had not yet left, so Dazai Osamu responded with a fake surprise, "I thought you had left long ago..."

"Or... a certain evil-hearted uncle actually has some secret information that he hasn't had time to tell us yet, and he needs you, a port mafia official, to convey it specifically?"