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

Chapter 223 Survivor Guilt

Note: There is a knife in this chapter, and there is also one in the next chapter (running away with the pot lid on...)

October 2018, 11, early morning.

The moment Gojo Satoru received the call from Yaga Masamichi, he was already flying towards the high school.

As expected, the dust has settled.

In the principal's office, Ye Mo Zheng Dao sat at his desk and pressed a deep handprint on the table.

He turned around and glanced at the back, and said angrily: "I knew that both of you were not easy to deal with."

The scope of this statement is quite broad, and it seems that it is referring to more than just Gojo Kiri.

On the sofa in the corner, sat a man in a white coat.

She lowered her head slightly, holding a cigarette in her mouth, with a dull expression. There were already several cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.

He smoked so many cigarettes indoors, it seems like he was in a really bad mood.

"Principal." Gojo Satoru walked over and sat on the other side of the sofa, lowering his eyes and saying, "Let me talk to Nazori alone."

"Ah..." Ye Mo Zheng Dao rubbed his temple with a headache and said, "I have kept the news of this matter secret for the time being."

"In the short term, the people over there shouldn't be able to notice anything." He said, "But you'd better find her as soon as possible, otherwise it's hard to predict what she might do."

After that, the door of the principal's office was closed.

The phone call said that Gojo Kiri broke into the high school at around two o'clock in the morning and took away Kagome Kei's body.

Ieiri Naoko, who discovered the situation at the scene, not only did not report it immediately, but helped her open the door of the sealed room and concealed it for a full two hours.

For a sorcerer of Gojo Satoru's level, let alone two hours, even ten minutes would be enough to make the opportunity go away.

It is probably impossible to trace his whereabouts.

"Glass...why?" Gojo Satoru asked.

The High School has determined that [Gojo Kiri] has a deep obsession with Geto Suguru and may try to snatch him away and resurrect him in the future.

In order to prevent this from happening, they even set up a second protective wall at the entrance and exit of the sealing room. As long as they sense the magical power of [Gojo Kiri/Satoru], they will immediately remind others to come and stop her.

Although he doubted whether this wall would be effective, Gojo Satoru had only just learned of the existence of such an arrangement.

He did not comment on this, just said lightly, "I know," and then hung up the phone.

As a doctor who studies noose, Ieiri Shoko has complete and absolute rights to enter and exit the interrogation room.

She opened the door with her own hands, so it is no exaggeration to say that she let the five mists escape.

But why did she do this?

"Didn't we agree at the beginning?" Gojo Satoru looked at her and said, "Respect Jie's wishes, and don't want to lose it again?"

Ieiri Shoko did not answer this question.

She took the initiative to talk about other things.

"When I was practicing the inversion technique, I once interned in a hospital in order to understand the structure of the human body." She turned the paddle of the lighter, lit the cigarette with a click, and the room was filled with smoke again.

"There are often patients who have been repeatedly tortured by injuries. They are survivors of car accidents, fires, earthquakes, typhoons, gas leaks, etc...." She paused and continued, "Survivors."

"After surviving, the survivors not only face physical pain, but also mental torment, which psychology calls [survivor guilt]."

"They would repeatedly question why they were the only ones to survive," she said. "They would feel extremely guilty for not saving others in the accident, and even... regard themselves as the culprit for everything that happened."

"It's ridiculous to take all the blame on themselves, but they will compulsively repeat and rationalize this idea."

"........."

Gojo Satoru turned his head. The direction here was facing the window. Through the half-open green glass, the six eyes could locate the position of the interrogation room very accurately.

"You mean, Kiri-chan is very likely a survivor of a major accident?" asked Gojo Satoru.

"She probably disguised herself for too long, so most people couldn't see it." Ieiri Naoko said, "But I believe you should have noticed it a long time ago."

".......Um."

Noticed.

This can explain some of the doubts that have always existed in my heart.

For example, her endless guilt and overly strong desire to protect.

When they first met, she was mumbling to herself in her sleep. She would wake up in the middle of the night and roll under the bed with her clothes sticking out. He had to wrap the quilt back into her while she closed her eyes.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as traveling through a parallel world.

Perhaps most of the people she knew were already dead... Was it some kind of disaster that overturned the world of sorcery?

"That's probably it." Ieiri Naoko nodded and said, "I can't guarantee it, but her mental state just now is very similar to the patients I saw in the hospital, maybe even more serious."

"........What do you mean.......It's even more serious."

"There are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, confusion, despair, and finally acceptance and relief." She said calmly, "You and I have both experienced it, but we have also reached the last stage."

"But Wu-chan didn't," she said. "You could say she was always wandering on the road and never reached the end."

Having said that, Ieiri Shoko began to explain why she had just opened the interrogation room and let the person go.

"Her mental state was very bad and she was afraid to face me," she said. "I was afraid that anything I did against her would push her towards a final breakdown ... and even self-destruction."

When he heard the word "self-destruction", Gojo Satoru's breathing became short for a moment, and veins popped out on his broad palms: "You mean, she has a tendency to self-destruct?"

"In short," she said calmly, "don't rule out this possibility."

At this moment, Gojo Satoru's cell phone suddenly rang at an inopportune time.

It was a call from Ijichi.

At this time, he is not sleeping and is still working overtime?

"Mr. Gojo..." Ijichi's voice was tense and tight, as if someone had a knife on his neck. "There's an emergency in the General Manager's Office, and we need you to come over as soon as possible."

"What happened?" Gojo Satoru frowned slightly.

"Ms. Gojo..." Ijichi swallowed his saliva, "She just broke into the General Directorate and killed more than a dozen high-ranking members, including four people from the Kamo and Zenin families."

"Now, everyone is over there, waiting for you to come over and take charge of the situation."