flstandardbreds Chapter 346 Love is a Curse
Chapter 346 Love is a Curse
Note: This chapter is two chapters in one
It was a moonless night.
In the distant and deep jungle, the evening breeze passed through the damp mist, and the cicadas chirped, bringing a slightly noisy atmosphere.
The leaves flapped, the branches swayed, and the tangled vines climbed upwards darkly, crisscrossing like a poisonous snake cave.
Bright blue-purple roses bloomed in clusters, with a rich fragrance, spreading all over the mountains and fields, one after another, as vast as a whirlpool caused by a hurricane in a storm at sea.
"Ding dong."
The sound of water drops falling into a deep pool was heard, lonely and cold, filled with the bleak chill of late autumn.
Everything seems to be the last cry of a flower at the end of its blooming period.
The rising water vapor cast a vague shadow; under the tree and among the flowers, a person stood alone.
The girl was wearing a thin light blue gown, with her empty sleeves fluttering in the wind. Her wet hair was hanging down and curled up against her slender collarbone. When she raised her head, she saw a pair of dark black eyes on her cold and fair face.
It was glowing, as if it was hanging on the sky, being swallowed by wild dogs, with only the slightly white edge of the cold light exposed.
She was barefoot and walking through the woods.
With light steps, the soft, muddy soil oozed scarlet liquid, which splashed on her ankles and spread out like snowflakes - like a female ghost who had just crawled out of hell.
"one two three........"
A soft and thin voice was heard. The girl held a long knife in her hand, and the corners of her lips were stiffly and exaggeratedly raised. A sickly flush floated on her cheeks, as if she was a patient with a high fever.
The foothills collapsed, the ground cracked, countless broken trees fell to the ground, and the sudden eruption of magma gushed out from the ground, pouring down like a waterfall, swallowing up piece of land after piece.
Her expression remained unchanged, and she even had a relaxed smile on her face. She walked as lightly as a flying butterfly, without pausing for the slightest, as she quickly moved from the forest to the city at the foot of the mountain.
As the speed increased, the muddy soil turned into a straight asphalt road, colorful neon lights lit up, traffic lights flashed, people crowded on the zebra crossing, and car horns sounded.
The reinforced concrete skyscrapers broke in the blink of an eye, and the crowded crowds fell to the ground like mimosas brushed by a hand. Before they died, they still covered their throats in disbelief, as if they were not aware of what was happening at all.
"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..." She kept counting quietly without interruption, as if she was faithfully carrying out a task assigned by someone, "Thirty-four, thirty-five..."
The sickle in her hand swung faster and faster, and the blood formed a river, winding along the ground behind her.
Then, she finally stopped in front of a school on the top of the mountain.
“Hahahaha!!!!” The pale corners of her lips were stained with blood, and hideous wounds appeared on both sides of her mouth. Her twisted laughter filled with pain and joy resounded throughout the sky. She looked up at the sky, her voice sharp and full of wanton sarcasm, “You win! Hahahahaha!!!!”
The wooden door was wide open.
The tall man was lifted up by the neck with one hand, and flew up into the air with her strength. Her other hand thrust the knife into his heart without hesitation, piercing through his heart from front to back.
Blood gushed out, dyeing the white shirt all red. One drop, two drops, three drops fell under the eyes that were wide open with tears in them, and on the smile that was uglier than crying.
The girl bit her lip and let go of her hand in a daze.
The man suddenly fell to the ground, holding his chest. He did not choose to fight back, nor did he even struggle. He just stood up, obediently put his arms around the girl's shoulders, rested his head on her, and raised the corners of his lips in relief.
"Thank you for everything," he said hoarsely. "I won't blame you, really."
"Goodbye."
"Sorry, goodbye." She whispered, murmured, wiped the blood from her hands, stood up numbly, walked to the door, turned around and opened the next door.
"Thirty-one thousand and one."
A lonely and desolate voice came from the door.
*
Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes.
After the black eye mask covering his forehead was pulled off, he covered his chest with his hands, frowned and pressed downwards, took a breath, then finally stood up and walked to the refrigerator.
After opening the cabinet door, he looked down and saw that it was empty. There was only an unopened can of coffee in the middle layer, which was flavored with wild peppermint.
Thinking of the time when he was mowed down by some starving ghost, he snorted but still took out the drink and put it on the table.
The cool air blew across his white hair, which was sticky with sweat from dreaming. Gojo Satoru opened his collar, picked up his clothes, and opened the bathroom door without any expression.
The cold water from the shower head poured over my head, and the water flowed across my skin, washing away the anxiety and boredom that had been present since I woke up in the morning.
Reaching out and squeezing out the shampoo on the shelf, Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair slowly, his mind wandering in a rare state of emptiness.
"Dong dong dong."
The sound of flowing water weakened, and his ears sensitively captured the movements outside the room. Gojo Satoru turned around, raised his eyes, then casually picked up the bath towel to wipe his hair, put on new clothes and walked out.
The same scent as the shower gel instantly fills the room.
Standing outside the door was Geto Suguru.
It took about seven or eight minutes from the time he knocked on the door to the time Gojo Satoru came out.
He crossed his arms, neither urging nor showing any sign of annoyance, just waiting patiently.
Seeing the white hair that was drooping and still dripping, Xia Yujie raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Why, you washed your hair with cold water so early in the morning, and your head is not clear again?"
"Jie, you come to disturb me so early just to ask this?" Gojo Satoru did not answer his question. He turned around, pulled out a chair, and glanced at him lazily with his eyes narrowed.
"Ijichi said that two documents related to Yushin-chan were sent to you last night, and he wanted me to verify them again."
Xia Youjie walked into the room, stared at the documents scattered on the table, and said with clear meaning: "Maybe he thinks you are a very unreliable person."
"Is it him who thinks so, or you?"
“We all feel that way.”
"Huh? Does Ijichi want to be slapped again?"
The two exchanged barbs on this topic for a while before Gojo Satoru asked, "What type of file?"
"The relationship between her and Yuji Yuji, a brother and sister, needs to be supported and proven by materials."
"That." Gojo Satoru glanced at it casually and pulled out two stacks of stapled documents. "These should be the two. Take them. Goodbye."
"Yeah." However, Geto Suguru did not choose to leave. Instead, he opened the book in front of Gojo Satoru. After briefly browsing it, his eyes stopped at the "Nineteen years old" in the age column.
"Are you sure you want to write her as nineteen years old?" Xia Youjie asked, "Yuxin doesn't like others thinking of her as a child."
"She looks at others the same way." Gojo Satoru muttered, waved his hand and said absentmindedly, "It's just a formality. She doesn't pay attention to these details."
"Just don't let those people from the Directorate come out and talk nonsense."
"That's true." Xia Youjie agreed lightly, flipping through the papers again, and then asked two unimportant questions about details, as if he had come to him today just for this.
"I say, Jie." Gojo Satoru suddenly interrupted him, "You didn't come here this morning for something as insignificant as this, did you?"
As for the so-called document materials and the like, if either Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru stepped forward, they would be able to shut those old guys up. Does he really need to go to such great lengths?
Xia Yujie paused in his movements.
"Yes." He closed the file, pulled out a chair from the table, sat down unceremoniously, and said calmly and frankly, "Yes, it's not for this."
"I have something else I want to ask you."
"Let me guess." Gojo Satoru tapped his slender fingers on the table and looked at him with a firm tone, "It's about the mirror we encountered in the haunted house with Youxin the day before yesterday."
"right?"
"Yeah." Xia Youjie lowered his eyes. He did not refute, but he did not explain further either.
"The part about the monkey, is it fake?" Gojo Satoru's beautiful blue eyes turned and fell on the twinkling eyes of Geto Xia Yu, and then he judged, "No, it's true."
"But you, like me, have hidden a lot of things."
As close friends and companions for many years, the two of them often don't need to talk. They can understand each other with just eye contact or a little subtle intuition.
All that can be said openly are harmless jokes meant to amuse people.
What is hidden underneath the icebergs on the sea is the secret that cannot be told.
"What did you see?"
A tacit silence hung in the air.
Xia Youjie's shoulders were straight, and he looked tall and straight even when he sat in front of him. However, his slightly retracted chin and drooping bangs concealed his expression, and even the dark and unclear emotions in his eyes were also hidden.
He clenched his palms, holding the document in his hand along with the name [Yushin Itadori].
"You're not going to tell me?"
"No." Xia Youjie let out a sigh of relief, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he let go of his hand and said, "I came here for this matter."
"......About that mirror."
The mirror called "Mirror of the Heart" is probably not its real name.
If we have to define it by Geto Suguru, it should be called: a mirror [which is only used to reflect the dark side of Yuji Yushin's heart].
Although they went to the amusement park on a whim, she appeared in the haunted house that the three of them had to pass through without warning. She even set up a trap to attract their attention, and then revealed her inner thoughts by deceiving the parties involved.
No matter how you look at it, it seems to be an attempt to plant the seeds of doubt in their hearts, with a strong sense of sowing discord and even provocation.
It’s hard to say who this guy hiding in the dark is, but he is definitely targeting Youxin.
Perhaps, he was the "enemy" she had been referring to for a long time.
However, what is equally concerning is that...
"I was killed four times," Gojo Satoru said, "at different ages, in different ways, channels and means."
Judging from the ornaments and clothing he wore, one incident occurred when he was a sophomore in high school, another when he was 27 years old and wearing bandages, and the remaining two incidents occurred when he was 28 years old, which is now.
And it was done by the same person.
The girl in the mirror, although her facial features were unclear, had shoulder-length hair and her figure was shrouded in mist. Although I didn't understand why she knew so much about how I dressed when I was in school and last year.
But even without using the six eyes to check, Gojo Satoru could be very sure that this was her.
The cold eyes, the sickly and twisted smile, the desire to kill that was too strong to satisfy and conceal, and the obsessive-compulsive actions of forcing himself to count the number of people he had killed, were all recorded completely and reproduced in the dream.
Of course... the part about being a dog is also...
The contrast between him and the person he actually knew was more than huge.
But the most bizarre thing is that Gojo Satoru did not think that it was an image fabricated in the mirror.
The feelings in her subconscious were very real, vivid, detailed and specific. So specific that it was as if her mind was directly read and then projected in front of her through a holographic projection.
Gojo Satoru was very sure that she had never done anything like this in real life.
But if this is the darkest, twisted, and ugliest desire in her heart, then...it must have been suppressed very hard, and controlled very hard.
He is clearly a guy that no one would want to hurt.
Gojo Satoru blinked, lowered his eyes and stared at his palm. He asked, "What are your thoughts?"
"......." Xia Youjie hesitated for three seconds and said, "What I see seems to be different from you."
"What's the difference?"
"I was killed twice." Xia Youjie gently stroked his throat, as if recalling the details, "Then I was saved twice, but I was killed by her again both times."
One hand grasped his collar, tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, and she cried as if trying to keep him. But the long knife in the other hand could stab into his throat without hesitation.
again and again.
The Kagome Geto in the mirror did not resist, but just looked at her with a smile until his breathing completely stopped.
She just let go of her hands tiredly, leaned against the tree trunk in a daze, and looked up at the sky silently.
However, one thing is certain - she killed not just Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, but almost everyone she knew and didn't know.
"It really is." Gojo Satoru sighed and muttered, his tone sounding like both a reproach and a complaint, "Yushin-chan, does she really hate us that much?"
"It's not hate."
Geto Xiayou paused and didn't say the next words.
If it was just hatred, it would be much simpler. That mirror can only reflect the desires in people's hearts. The act of killing everyone is more like a distorted love than hatred.
Her deep love for this world is also her deepest curse.