bookcurios Chapter 265 Cold War
Chapter 265 Cold War
In the living room, which was neither big nor small, there were five people crammed in, three of whom were tall guys, which made the space seem a lot smaller all of a sudden.
The current layout is like this.
Gojo Satoru sat alone on the sofa to my left, staring at the album in silence.
His blue eyes were covered by an eye mask, so it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
I sat at one end of the straight sofa, with Xia Yujie on my right.
At a slightly distance, Glass was sitting at the bar near the entrance, making a cup of hot coffee.
She also asked me if I wanted to drink something, but I really wasn't in the mood, so I declined.
Fushiguro Shigeki was lying on the leather lounge chair in front of the balcony with an arrogant attitude, playing with a sharp knife in one hand.
The speed of the spin was so fast that not only did it make the onlookers terrified, but it also made people wonder if he would suddenly jump up and throw it on someone's head in a second.
Anyway, no one is talking and I don’t want to talk.
This time it was not because of tiredness, mental exhaustion or sleepiness, which sounded like reasons that made the qi and blood very weak.
But - I'm in a cold war with Gojo Satoru!
To be precise, it was me who decided to isolate him unilaterally.
I didn't want to look at him, talk to him, or even get too close to him. So I moved in the direction of Jay.
Maybe there's some delay in my body. Normally, I'm not that angry when we're arguing.
It wasn't until Jay, Nozomi, and Fushiguro Shigeo came over and we sat together and talked for a while, and Jay even discovered some clues, that the anger that I had been suppressing in my heart slowly came out.
unacceptable.
What is this, Gojo Satoru? That’s really infuriating.
Or so I thought.
If I hadn't been unable to defeat him, I would have beaten him up severely.
And if he wasn't in the living room right now, even if he just ran to the bedroom, I would have complained loudly to others.
But he refused to leave. He even spent so much time reading a book and still hadn't finished it.
I flipped slower than a snail, yet he had the nerve to say I was like a turtle. How dare he?
"Jie!" I tugged at Xia Youjie's clothes again, glared at him with dissatisfaction, and whispered, "Why do some people stare at me for so long? It's my turn now."
Geto Summer Oil: “….”
"Wu-chan." He said softly and helplessly, "Are you sure nothing happened?"
"No!" I said loudly, "If someone wants to make trouble unreasonably, what can I do?"
He was silent for three seconds, then turned his head and sighed deeply: "Enlightenment."
Gojo Satoru's flipping hands froze.
After closing the book and placing it on the table, he stood up expressionlessly, glanced over here, and then walked towards the attic on the top of the building: "Jie, come with me."
"........" Xia Yujie also stood up and stared at his back, "......Kiri-chan."
"What?" Gojo Satoru left, and I immediately reached out to take the booklet. Before I opened it, I heard Geto Suguru calling me.
"I'll go there first."
"Well, go ahead." I said quietly, "Pay attention to your breathing."
"......Ah?" Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes and looked at me with a puzzled smile, "What does this mean?"
What this means is that when he goes to talk to Gojo Satoru, who knows, that guy might complain that Jie's breathing is too loud and start picking on him too.
Anyway, I was really angry and decided to have a unilateral cold war with him for three days.
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Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru went to the balcony in the attic, so I finally got the mysterious booklet, opened it and began to read it slowly.
Actually, it is a bit inaccurate to say that it is reading.
This booklet was published by Wuzhuo Temple to attract believers and contains only a few sentences.
The rest are drawn in the form of comic strips, and the colors and styles are very distinctive, which makes them seem a bit obscure and difficult to understand... It is better to say that they are too difficult to understand. No wonder they have become dilapidated, abandoned and closed down in just over a decade.
I opened the booklet.
Page 1: Black.
The intense black color is like the product of pouring clear water into the inkstone and then splashing the ink that has been ground for a long time all at once.
In the center is an elliptical sphere with small holes on its surface. Some dust with tiny glows is scattered on the dark background, which makes people think of a star in the vast sea of stars in the distant universe.
Page 2: Dazzling light.
A strong light emanated from the center of the sphere, exploding dazzlingly like an explosion.
There were scattered stones in the middle. As the stars scattered to both sides, cracks appeared one after another, and it was completely divided into two irregular semicircles.
Pages 3-4: Demons and freakish monsters.
The picture album on the left contains some legendary gods or monsters.
Inari God, Izanami, Yamata-no-Orochi, Kappa, Amae, Tamamonomae, Hashihime, Mizujiko...are wearing unique costumes from the Heian-kyō period.
With just a few strokes of ink, he can create various shapes that are lifelike, as if they can walk out of the paper.
More importantly, Ryoumen Sukuna is also there.
This is his original appearance, tall, strong, two-faced, four-armed, with pink hair sticking up ostentatiously, and both mouths showing unbridled and arrogant smiles.
The four eyes arranged on both sides stared straight ahead with pupils that seemed to be able to roll, exuding strong malice.
On the other side were ugly, grotesque, inhuman monsters.
They have no human or animal form, but are more like a species that is a deformed mixture of the two.
Each one had a twisted and squirming body, with empty eyes and a lack of consciousness, like a bug crawling in a dark and damp corner.
It is very similar to the cursed spirits I see in my daily life.
No, it should even be certain that the thing drawn on it is a cursed spirit.
Between the two pages of the album, there is a person standing upright in the middle of the dividing line, divided symmetrically into two halves by a vertical line.
This should be the same person as the one on the cover.
I couldn't tell the appearance, gender, or body shape, just a vague, glowing outline.
Page 5: Shattered
The irregular sphere split into two halves, slowly spreading around the arc and breaking apart.
There are some scattered fragments on the edges.
Page 5: Stitching
A pair stretched out and placed on either side of the spherical body, slowly pushing them together in the middle.
The broken parts pieced together and became a complete sphere again.
End: End. (I would like to use this book to pay tribute to the souls of the deceased, and hope that your wish will be fulfilled)
There are only five pages of paintings in the entire album.
I think the main reason why Geto Suguru and others think this booklet is related to me is because of the hands drawn on the last page.
There is also an eye painted on the left wrist in the same position as mine, but it has no color.
When the sphere was completely gathered, the hands were covered with tiny cracks from the elbows upwards, and the bottom even slowly fell like quicksand.
It's like the damage has been transferred.
"So abstract..." I closed the book, exhaled softly, and looked at Naoko and Fushiguro Shirō, "Do you understand it?"
"No." Fushiguro Shigeu answered bluntly.
Glass also shook his head.
"But one thing is certain." Naoko walked to the coffee table, turned to the last page, picked it up and said to me, "Wu-chan, this person is dead."
"Wuzhuo Temple drew this booklet to commemorate him."
Neither of them looked good.
"......That doesn't prove anything." I couldn't help but say, "Everyone will die, it's just that he happened to have something drawn on his hand like me."
"You are really good at making up stories." Fuguro Shier threw the knife on the living room and sneered, "You don't even believe it yourself."
"Soul disintegration and the like may not be true." I said, "Don't you think I am much more energetic today?"
"If it really doesn't work," I said, "the worst that can happen is that I can just stay in Yumenjiang for a long time."