noffsinger Chapter 233 Big Workers and Small Workers
Chapter 233 Big Workers and Small Workers
"...Forty-nine tourists, according to analysis by colleagues in the medical department, all suffered extremely severe burns - this is not something that modern technology can achieve." Kurokawa Ii took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Su Ze.
Su Ze spread out forty-nine photos on the desk and arranged them in piles according to a certain pattern.
"…What is this?" Kurokawa Ii was puzzled.
"Look carefully, the bodies of these people in the photos—" Su Ze kept moving his hands, still classifying the photos, and responded without raising his head, "Although each of them was burned like this, we can barely tell that burns are not the only fatal injuries—"
He pointed to some photos next to his hand.
Kurokawa Ii moved closer.
The people in the photos are missing an arm or a leg, and some parts of their bodies are distorted or swollen unnaturally.
"...The assistant supervisor also noticed these details." She frowned slightly.
"Yeah," Su Ze was not surprised.
Rather, it would be abnormal if no one noticed.
He continued, "I suspect that the burns inflicted by the 'fire' guy were just a cover-up for something else... like the actual method of death."
"Is it to cover up the actions of your 'accomplices'?" Kurokawa Iyori was smart and could understand with just a little hint.
"I don't know." Su Ze said calmly, "If they just wanted to cover up their tracks, then they wouldn't have to let the other cursed ones do the killing... but they did it anyway."
He lowered his brows and the forty-nine photos were divided into five small piles on the table in front of him.
Kurokawa Ii deeply agreed with this.
"If these guys are related to the Noose, given how cunning that guy is..." Su Ze added slowly, "I can only guess that there must be some special situation that forced all five of them to take action—"
There are five small piles of photos in total, and the abnormalities of the corpses in each pile are different.
——Crushed, deformed, drowned, shriveled, burned.
"These bodies should have been handed over to Nozomi. It won't be long before she gives the final answer." He sighed.
……
Five days later.
9:17 PM
The black Honda sedan was heading to the technical college.
This is the model uniformly configured by the committee for auxiliary supervisors.
The road was a bit remote, with a mountain next to it. Moreover, it was night and we didn't see any cars for a long time.
inside the car.
“Ah, I see, Ze—” Gojo Satoru spread his legs and leaned back in his chair, “The situation at the scene is no different from what was said in the report~ I don’t think there’s any point in this kind of investigation…”
He put his arms across the back of his chair and occupied three seats in the back row by himself.
Ijichi, who was driving seriously, wiped off the non-existent cold sweat.
——Perhaps only Mr. Su Ze can make this guy behind him run errands obediently.
The road in the mountains is winding and the lights along the mountain are dim.
"Yes, Ze, you are right~" Gojo Satoru has begun to perfunctorily say, "Don't worry about me, don't you have things to deal with on your side?"
He said casually, "I just went to help Hui and the others and deal with the hidden dangers at the juvenile detention center. I obviously never stopped."
"If you want to know the details, let's talk about it in person after we return to the technical college—"
Just two days after the tragedy on the uninhabited island in Okinawa, an accident occurred in a cafe in Tokyo.
At first, it was thought to be a fire alarm, but later it was discovered that there were several charred corpses in the cafe.
The incident was quickly classified as curse-related and referred to the committee for handling.
Later, the assistant sorcerer identified the "residues" left by the burns on the bodies and found that they were consistent with those in Okinawa.
——So, did that guy come to Tokyo?
In addition, Yuji and his two companions went to the juvenile detention center to carry out a mission today.
A cursed fetus of "unknown nature".
Due to the shortage of manpower, the first graders received this task.
The assessment is level one.
In fact, according to Megumi Fushiguro's subsequent report, it was already at the top level.
-
(Note: The comic is of special grade because the noose has a finger inserted into it, but not here, after all, two fingers have been used before...)
-
It is unlikely that a cursed fetus will be formed in that kind of environment, but a juvenile detention center, where juvenile offenders gather, is filled with negative emotions such as violence, remorse, fear, etc. It is the best breeding ground for a cursed fetus.
Itadori and the other two did not get rid of that guy. Even though it was indeed at the first-level level, it still surprised Gojo Satoru.
——Is it because Kei is always worried about something and can’t give his best?
But at least the three of them did not suffer any serious injuries.
But when he went there, the "cursed fetus" had disappeared.
——Ze Jing threw these troubles to himself.
...Well, although the incidents he personally deals with are often more complicated.
Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, crossed his arms, and sighed softly.
Ijichi glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but the latter was wearing a blindfold and couldn't see anything.
"I'll beat you up if you peek again~" Gojo Satoru said calmly with a blank expression.
Ijichi's shoulders shook violently and he shuddered.
——This was clearly a task assigned to you by Mr. Su Ze, why are you angry with me?
Mr. Ijichi was in tears.
"……parking."
Gojo Satoru suddenly said.
"Eh?"
Yijichi didn't react for a moment, but he immediately turned on the hazard lights and stopped by the roadside.
Gojo Satoru got out of the car and closed the door casually.
"You go first. The souvenirs are in the trunk. Remember to distribute them to everyone... Oh, if there's no Diva, remember to tell her."
"…Huh?!" Yidizhi didn't understand what was going on.
"Isn't this the recently popular 'loyalty test'?" Ijichi stammered and asked carefully.
——It's the kind of "If you really leave, you will be beaten" and so on.
"Am I such a person..." The head of the Gojo family put his hands in his pockets and pouted.
Yidizhi no longer hesitated and drove away quickly.
The red light of the car's taillights gradually dimmed, and the rumble of the engine drifted into the distance.
Gojo Satoru stretched, his bones crackling, and he looked up at the sky.
"I'm feeling upset~"
A black shadow suddenly flashed on the bright and clear full moon.
"I hope you can... stop hitting me."
He squatted down suddenly, ready to exert force.
Boom! !
The black shadow fell heavily, and the hard concrete road surface collapsed instantly, with cracks extending to a very far distance.
Thick steam surged out from the deep pit, blocking the view along with the dust in the sky.
Gojo Satoru jumped aside just before it fell, looking at the thick fog with a calm expression, "Is that you? Okinawa and..."
The figure of the clepsydra rushed out from the fog, with a crazy look on its face and clenched hands.
"...A cafe in Tokyo." Gojo Satoru didn't finish his words.
"Hey ha!!"
A mini volcano suddenly appeared behind him. In an instant, a sky-high heat wave erupted from the top and shot straight towards Gojo Satoru's back. The boiling magma and high temperature wrapped him layer by layer.
"It's nothing, it's no big deal—" the leak pot said with a sarcastic look on his face.