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

Chapter 260: Super Efficient Ichichi

Walking through the corridor, the frosted glass patterns are exquisite and beautiful, which can block the propagation and refraction of most light. While being aesthetically pleasing, it also has the functions of preventing peeping and protecting privacy.

Of course, this level of obstacle is simply useless to Liuyan.

It is a very typical elite lawyer's office.

The space is about 20 square meters, bright and spacious.

The bookshelf behind him took up almost an entire wall, neatly stacked with thick legal texts and materials, interspersed with a few philosophy books or popular novels.

In front of the bookshelf is a large reddish-brown solid wood table. The pile on the left is probably litigation documents or client information. In the middle is a portable laptop.

There was a photo frame on the right, which was wiped extremely clean without a trace of dust.

There is a smooth bright spot on the left side of the frame, which has obviously been rubbed many times over the years and must have been picked up and looked at often.

The owner of the photo has hair that looks much grayer than it did ten years ago, and he has a thin figure and a slightly serious expression, but he still looks energetic.

It was lunchtime now, and he was half-leaning in his office chair with his hands on his abdomen, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. He was looking at the woman sitting on the leather sofa diagonally in front of him with a smile.

She was wearing a white dress and looked to be in her thirties or forties, not looking old.

Her thick and smooth hair was tied up, with a strand of hair falling in front of her forehead. She stretched out her fingers and hooked them, revealing a white pearl necklace around her neck.

On her ring finger she still wore the wedding ring I had seen before.

Next to her stood a girl about ten years old.

She was wearing a light pink puffy gauze skirt and a beautiful hair accessory in her hair.

A bright smile bloomed between her eyebrows and eyes, which were exactly the same as her mother's. When she saw her father coming over, squatting down and hugging her, the girl immediately burst into a clear giggle.

The mother was holding another child in her arms.

The boy is younger, ignorant and cannot speak yet.

Holding a toy car in his hand, he babbled incoherently.

Just like in the photo, a happy family of four.

Gojo Satoru stood at the door and did not knock.

He paused and asked, "Wu-chan, are you looking for him?"

No, I'm looking for her.

Although according to the plot, in the second year after Shinji's death, Yumi Fushiguro chose to leave here and find another way out because she was unable to raise two children alone.

Even so, even so, I still hold a glimmer of hope in my heart.

Maybe she went back to visit Tsu Miki secretly over the years.

Maybe she still remembers that she has another child, maybe the two of them are still in touch.

At least, Tsu Miki was cursed to be in a coma for a year. As a mother, she should at least be interested in her daughter's current situation.

However, these thoughts suddenly disappeared the moment they stayed here.

At the same time, he immediately understood Tsu Miki's original choice.

She was young, immature, and intelligent. She had already realized at that time that what was happening today would happen.

Together with Hui, they are the closest family.

But if she chooses to leave with Yumi Matsushita, where should she stand in this office ten years later?

"Fortunately..." I murmured in a daze.

"Fortunately for what?" asked Gojo Satoru.

Fortunately, I didn't let Yumi Matsushita take Tsumiki away. Fortunately, Tsumiki has her real family. Fortunately, she is not here today.

All in all, it’s great that I made the right choice.

"Let's go, Wu." I said with a sense of relief, "There's no one here that I'm looking for."

Maybe the fate in the world is so wonderful.

There is a genetic connection, but it does not necessarily mean that you have to become family.

Although there is no bond of kinship, we can still help each other and support each other in growing up.

Originally, this kind of thing could not be determined by blood relationship alone.

Just like Tsumiki to Megumi Fushiguro, and Megumi Fushiguro to Gojo Satoru.

"Why do you seem to be so relaxed all of a sudden?" Gojo Satoru muttered, "Nothing happened, did it?"

"Yeah, nothing happened." I quickly changed the subject and said casually, "Let's get out of here quickly."

"Why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"

"You said you would help me find the ring," I said, "then hurry up and go, or I won't even be able to cosplay as the Sunny Doll."

"Hey, you," he meowed, "that's not funny!"

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Because he played a joke on his own hell, Gojo Satoru chased him into the prison gate and beat him up.

He was considered to be successful. After being taught a lesson by the moth every day, it was finally his turn to teach others a lesson.

That being said, at least there is a direction for investigation, and I can get clues and information about maintaining the stability of the soul. I feel that the tension in his heart has eased a little.

Then, under the threat of the Terror Five, Ichichi, who was originally resting, had to go online again, trembling as he searched for the clues he needed.

However, this time the efficiency was frighteningly high.

It’s not that Yijizhi’s work efficiency is usually slow, it’s just that this time the speed is really fast.

Basically, as soon as Gojo Satoru threatened him, he would call back.

"Mr. Gojo, are you talking about an oval-shaped gemstone ring with eight diamonds scattered on the ring setting?"

"Yes."

"It was a gift from a French count to his newlywed wife. The price at the last auction was 42 million, and the estimated price is 50 million. It has not been circulated in the market yet, right?"

"Yes."

Provides even more details than Masato Shimizu.

"If this is it, I think I have found it." Ijichi said confidently.

"......Huh?" Gojo Satoru said in surprise, "Ijichi, is your efficiency so high?"

“No!” Perhaps because he was afraid that Gojo Satoru would use this standard to judge himself in the future, Ijichi denied it very quickly, “It’s just that this ring was originally in your name.”

Gojo Satoru: “…Huh?”

"I guess you have too many properties under your name, so you can't remember them yourself." Yidizhi explained, "But I helped you take inventory before, so I still have some impression."

"Let me look for it." The sound of papers shuffling could be heard from the other end of the line. "It's numbered L101,2006, and it was registered under your name in ."

"It's a debt mortgaged by a sorcerer, with an estimated value of 50 million." He said, "The current location is... No. XX, XX Community, XX Road, which is the apartment you currently live in."