Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 279 Don’t Forget – Wan Wants to Go to the Comic Convention

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

"Do you really have to do this?" I asked him, moving my lips, "Mingming..."

Gojo Satoru didn't say any more strong words, but just walked back to the bench and sat down.

He didn't look at the people and animals frozen in the ice around him. He just covered his eyes with the back of his hand and said, "There's nothing I can do..."

He probably only had a vague guess and no substantial evidence, otherwise he wouldn't have said it was the fourth or fifth time.

"So..." My voice was shaking, as if I was frozen, but not because of that, and I asked, "How much time do you have left?"

"Hmm... half an hour?" He said this as if he had thought about it.

"Lie." I exposed the lie without hesitation.

Obviously, during the fight just now, I clearly felt his body temperature drop.

His right hand was almost covered in blue-white ice, which climbed up along his wrist. The liquid flowing in the blue blood vessels was like a river in a drought, and it was gradually drying up.

I moved closer, counting the beats of his heart as it beat in his chest: one, two, three…

It was getting slower and slower, and even rapidly weakening. It didn't look like it could last much longer.

Before today, if someone had said that something like this happened to Gojo Satoru, I would probably have laughed and would never have believed it.

But the facts are right in front of me.

The emotional breakdown is like a falling domino, once started it is out of control.

"Lily..." He touched my head soothingly, and then said, "Probably... maybe a few more minutes."

He used a tone that even he himself was not quite sure of.

I fell into a depressed mood again, my hair sticking to my neck, messy and disheveled.

"Will it be uncomfortable?" I asked him.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

I bit my lip in annoyance.

What kind of nonsense is he talking about? Of course he feels uncomfortable!

But he laughed and said lightly as if jokingly: "Of course not, I'm Gojo Satoru~"

This seems like some kind of encouragement and reminder, but it is more like a sad characterization.

Yes, you are Gojo Satoru, the strongest, the pillar of the world of sorcery, and everyone’s support.

So... I won't easily say anything even if I feel uncomfortable.

I lowered my eyes and said dejectedly: "Sometimes you don't have to be so..."

"I'm not lying." He shook his head. "I just feel a little sleepy and want to sleep. That's the feeling."

I held his hand in silence.

"Even if it's just like this..." Isn't it still very uncomfortable?

This must have been how it felt when I was locked up in the prison gates and unable to do anything.

"Lily..." He opened his mouth and looked like he wanted to say something comforting.

"You don't need to say anything."

After calming down, I let out a sigh.

"I'll go back."

Whether it means keeping me alive, going back, crossing over to this world again, and then finding a way to save them... I will do it.

"If you let me live well, then I will live." I said, "I promise you."

"…But, now, let me stay with you until the last moment."

This is the only thing I can do now.

"The last moment..." These words came out of Gojo Satoru's mouth. He nodded and said, "Okay, then stay with me until the last moment."

He gently moved over, leaned on my shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Can you tell me about that erased memory?"

I:"……"

Before, I didn't dare to tell him the truth.

On the one hand...this kind of thing is so ridiculous that even I find it absurd and I don’t even dare to hope that anyone can believe it.

On the other hand, there is Jie's previous experience. What if... I mean what if, even Gojo Satoru completely loses his memory? Even worse, what if he is also like that room, that lounge, that ring?

I will definitely go crazy by then.

And to be honest, ever since that incident, I have always deliberately controlled myself not to think about these things.

After the candy bursts, you will still feel pain even if you only touch the remaining fragments.

But since he wants to listen... since he wants to listen, then why not?

Past events kept coming to my mind, flashing back in my mind like a kaleidoscope.

The first time I wore the cosplay costume that I bought with half a month's salary, I accidentally ran into another world.

He saved Jie, but was almost chased and killed by Gojo Satoru.

He got out a messed up collar and put it around Jay's neck, making everyone look very embarrassed.

They would fight every few days, which made Gaozi threaten her and say that he would not be responsible if she was beaten to death.

We went to eat hotpot together, met Mimiko and Nanako on the street, and accidentally walked into a super unpalatable dessert shop... although the owner was very nice.

During the New Year, we had a bonfire party and set off fireworks in that open space. Panda suggested playing Truth or Dare. I later learned that he liked to change the cards to topics related to love...

When I was in high school, I always fought with them as a teacher. I made a bet with Shinji and accidentally owed Gojo Satoru 500 million.

Cooking Sukiyaki pot at the Fushiguro house, Tsu Miki and Megumi loved watching Hayao Miyazaki's cartoons, as well as Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru... At that time, they were so lively and energetic, and always felt that there was nothing in the world that they could not do.

When the typhoon came, it blew away the balcony and flooded the house. I even tried to get them all to come and repair the house.

And Huibara... he was still alive at that time.

We went to the factory to catch cursed spirits together, and unexpectedly met Li Mei, but now he has been killed by me.

He went to Xiayou Jie's house to persecute him, and was almost crushed to death. He was also caught by Jie's father...

I went to Zenin's house to cause trouble, and later I met that old man Zenin Naohito, who was holding a wine gourd and loudly laughed at us for being enemies.

The only regret is that I didn't say goodbye to Gojo Satoru before leaving...

I clenched my fists and opened my mouth to speak, but he suddenly interrupted me.

"Forget it." He stared at my expression and picked up a strand of my hair that was stuck to my face. "It looks like it's not a very relaxing memory."

"Then let's talk about something happy." He shrugged and asked, "How about telling me about yourself?"

I was silent for a moment.

"...This, is not possible?" he asked in a low voice.

"No." I looked at the sky in the distance.

In the sky, the stars, without any movement or change, are still shining brightly, as if they can be reached with just a stretch of the hand.

"Yes," I said. "I have nothing to hide about that."

"I was born in summer, which happened to be the season when lilies were in full bloom. This happened to be the flower my parents used to keep their love, so they gave me this name..."

Before I was eight years old, I had never left the small town where I grew up. Like Wild Rose, I was a real country boy.

"Mom and Dad opened a pub on the corner of the town street..."

"In fact, it shouldn't be called a pub. Because in the beginning, it was only my father who cooked and served the dishes to the customers. But because my mother was so good at mixing drinks and wine... the customers liked it very much, and over time, it became a combination of a restaurant and a pub."

At this point, I raised my lips slightly and said with a bit of amusement: "He was a bit depressed. He said the food he cooked was delicious, but why didn't anyone seem interested?"

"I also practiced cooking for a year."

"Has your craft improved?" he asked.

“Not at all.” I shook my head. “It’s gotten worse. But my mom and I both like it, so it doesn’t matter.”

After all, he is good at making very spicy dishes, such as spicy chicken, stir-fried pork with peppers, or chopped pepper fish head, which are difficult for people who generally have a light diet to accept.

"Then?"

"And then..." I was about to continue when I heard his voice getting lower and lower.

A frosty chill spread across his fair skin, forming clear crystals on his silver eyelashes.

"Is it cold?"

I took off my coat, wrapped it around him, and hugged him tightly.

"I'm suffocating." He opened his eyes and said softly, "It's not like I'm going to die."

"How do you know!" I said excitedly, "What if this is the last time..."

The tears began to fall again.

"Ouch..." He reached out his hand to wipe my face. He was actually in the mood to make fun of me. "You're not really made of water, are you?"

"If you keep crying like this, what if you cry your eyeballs out?"

It suddenly became terrifying.

I choked and said unhappily, "That's none of your business. Why bother about it?"

"That being said..." he said, "I really don't want anyone to cry in front of me."

"When Yidizhi was bullied by you, why didn't you restrain yourself a little?"

This time it was his turn to be choked, and he grumbled quietly, "What does this have to do with Ichichi..."

"I'm talking about you."

Because poor Ijichi looks like he’s about to cry every time he’s bullied by you.

"Okay." He regained some strength and shook his head as if to shake off the previous topic, "Go on..."

"..."

I paused, then continued, "Every time someone asked my mother to mix a more difficult wine, they would bring a bouquet of flowers and stick it at the door of the store. Over time, it became the symbol of our store..."

"and after……"

"Later..." I didn't say anything else.

Because Gojo Satoru was lying in my arms, not breathing.

After the blindfold was taken off, his entire beautiful face was revealed.

This guy is right. His eyes are indeed bigger than mine, his nose is taller than mine, and his mouth is a little bigger than mine. He is a very handsome person.

I sat quietly and looked at him for a while, then reached out, gently put him down with almost no effort, and then began to tell the story of what had happened.

"... Later, my mother died of illness, and I don't know where the man ran off to... There was no news from him, and it was uncertain whether he was dead or alive."

"I moved in with my uncle and aunt for a while, and I had Natsume and his cat for company."

During those few years, I thought that fate was still on my side, but then I started to feel scared and terrified, as if some strange claws were reaching out to take everything away from me.

"I went to college and lived in the same dormitory with my best friend. She often joked that I had many years of experience as a social worker right after graduating from college, so I would definitely have no trouble finding a job..."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you." I remembered the question that I didn't answer during the street interview, and whispered to him, "My favorite anime is actually Jujutsu Kaisen..."

White mist filled the entire sky, the moon lost its brilliance, and countless stars went out one after another like street lights in the early morning, and the world fell into complete silence.

I sat there blankly for a while.

The door in front of me was slowly disappearing from the top, and the light at the bottom was flickering, as if urging me to go back.

I stretched out my wrist and saw that the blue eye above it had completely disappeared...and no trace of the prison gate was left.

...Sure enough, the door was opened by relying on the energy collected in the eyes.

An even more biting coldness surged into my body, freezing every limb and making it difficult to even move my fingers.

I gritted my teeth and rubbed my arms and palms, trying to move them loose, then took the phone out of my pocket.

"Don't forget to go to comic conventions. Suzuki Yuri, when you see this message... So, please don't go to comic conventions... PPS, tell your friends not to go to comic conventions recently, as there will be bloody disasters and it is easy to lose money."

Delete, delete... I once regarded it as a life-saving straw, a reminder of myself in another world, the hope of complete liberation.

Delete them all.

do not forget--

Only these three words remain.

I let go of her hand dejectedly, unable to hold back a scream, then jumped up and shouted loudly toward the sky: "What on earth do you want?"

"What do you want from me?" I said hysterically, "I'll give you everything, okay? If you take it all, I don't want anything!"

"Take it all! Take it all!"

The phone was thrown out and hit the ground heavily, leaving a deep crack from the upper left corner to the lower right corner.

The screen lit up and a bright red exclamation mark appeared in front of me, indicating that only 1% of the battery remained.

The phone flashes twice and enters the countdown to shutdown.

30,29,28, , ...There is still work to be done.

I walked over in two or three steps, picked up my phone, and typed heavily on the memo: I must go to the comic convention.

Don’t forget—always go to Comic-Con.

Please, please remember to go.

There are people waiting for you.

Black screen.

There is no power at all.

I grabbed the phone, squatted on the ground and murmured softly.

Don’t forget…

The light from the door finally dimmed to the bottom.

It didn't disappear, but it was like a collapsed tower pressing down on me, covering me like a tent.

The sudden light filled my eyes and I looked back.

The world was completely white and nothing could be seen.