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

Chapter 144: The Fushiguro Patriarch of the Zenin Family

My eyes were fixed on the little dolls lined up in a row.

They stand, sit or lie quietly on the wooden board, delicate and lifelike.

The glass mirror reflected a face that looked very similar to Fushiguro Shinobu, a face that was mine yet not mine.

Long black hair falling on the shoulders, deep green eyes, scars pulled by the upturned corners of the mouth, and an expression of careful selection.

Gojo Satoru tapped my shoulder in dissatisfaction, "Hey, why are you daydreaming?"

"Ah?" I opened my eyes wide and looked up at him.

This man is a head taller than me, with flamboyant white hair and black sunglasses that complement each other perfectly.

Xia Youjie stood a little further away, looking at this side with a smile.

Suddenly, a feeling of being struck emerged from deep in my heart.

It's the feeling of not knowing where you are, what you are doing, or where your next destination is.

"Forget it." Gojo Satoru curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "If you can't choose, we can talk about it next time."

"Yeah." Xia Youjie also said, "Let's go back."

"Will Jie feel guilty after eating the cake?" Gojo Satoru rushed over with a smile, holding his shoulder and asked.

"what?"

"I just feel like I've gained weight or something. I'm not going to have to do push-ups again when I get home, am I?"

"Satoru, don't say stupid things."

I walked behind them and watched their backs as they played and fought.

"Wait..." I handed the Swiss roll to Xia Youjie after we had walked halfway across the street. "I'll go back. You guys wait here for me."

It feels a pity to just leave like that, like I missed something.

"Boss." I ran to the door of the corner store. The queue was still going on, but there were fewer people.

"If I give you the drawings, can you make two custom models for me?" I said. "I can pay for it."

He was stunned.

"As for money, no need." He turned around and smiled at his wife. A warm atmosphere floated in the store.

"It was originally a gift." The woman said gently, "If you spend money on it, it will lose its original meaning."

"Then I'll send the blueprints here after I draw them." I bowed to them, "Thank you."

"It's okay." He laughed, "It's just a hobby."

I have never mentioned much about my ability to draw.

The reason is very simple, I am a very bad painter.

My friend just wanted someone to help him draw his own fan art, so he pulled me over to learn how to draw.

He started from basic sketching and studied for nearly half a year. It lasted for such a long time, and this guy actually dared to call this companionship!

After get off work every day I have to be lectured for an hour, what kind of companionship is this!

As a social animal who wants to pretend to be a corpse and crow crickets all over the world after work, can you imagine the torment?

In short, I said a lot of nonsense just to explain that although I am a little useless, there is no problem for me to draw some simple cartoon drawings.

But to be honest, sometimes I feel like I like the figures more than the real people themselves.

Maybe it’s because the figure can’t open its mouth.

*

When I found Shen'er with dessert, he was leaning on a park chair at the door of the interrogation room.

He supported his chin with his left hand and looked ahead with unfocused eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was an open bottle of coffee next to it. I glanced at it and saw it was basically untouched.

Newly released bankrupt coffee, rose bamboo leaf flavor.......

"Come?" He didn't look at me, but moved a little to the other side, "Sit down."

I sat down and just as I was about to sit down, I saw that his right hand was broken.

There were several abrasions on the joints, as if caused by beating someone up.

"Pretty intense?" I said, handing over the Swiss roll in my hand and asking, "Want to eat?"

"Eat." He took it and opened the box. "I'm hungry."

I leaned back in my chair and asked, "Did you get any results?"

He paused with the spoon, then continued to dig into the cake and said, "Hmm."

"The elders of the Zenin family contacted two people from the Kamo family and exchanged interests."

"…Why?"

"They are afraid that when Fushiguro Megumi grows up, she will return to the Zenin family and inherit the position of head of the family, thus hindering their rights."

He sneered, "ridiculous."

"Do Zenin Naobi and Zenin Naoya know about this?"

"The old man was kept in the dark." Shinji continued, "As for Zenin Naoya..."

Shen Er scooped a large spoonful of cake into his mouth and said, "That's a stupid idiot. It doesn't matter whether he knows it or not."

"So what are you going to do next?" I asked.

"It's not the first time I've killed someone." He showed a bloodthirsty smile, "It's nothing more than killing a few more people."

“........” I was silent.

"What?" He turned his head and looked at me nonchalantly, "You don't agree with me killing people?"

I shook my head.

"They are planning to kill Baagumi, but I am not such a saint."

"It's just...if you really want to kill someone, you'll face a lot of trouble, even."

"You are not alone now." I thought, "If I act rashly, Meow Gumi and Jin Meiji might be implicated again."

"And the school." I thought of the pressure that Juzen and Gojo Satoru faced after Geto Suguru's Hundred Demons Incident. "Nominally, we are their teachers. If we take action and are investigated by the Zenin family, they will also be considered accomplices."

"Tsk." Fushiguro Shiori rubbed his head, messing up his black and smooth hair like a chicken coop, "So, you mean I can't do anything?"

"......." After a pause, he questioned me again, "You said a lot just to make me keep quiet?"

How is it possible? Meegumi was kidnapped, and I was as angry as he was.

"I mean." I took a deep breath and looked at him slightly with an inquiring attitude, "Are you interested in becoming the head of the Zenin family?"

"..."

Three seconds passed quietly.

Fushiguro Shijiro took his hand off his head.

He shook my shoulder, then tilted his head and stared into my eyes, as if to see if the man in front of him was crazy.

".......Huh?" He repeated with a hint of confusion, "Wait, becoming the head of the Zenin family......huh?"

The destructive power of this sentence is so great...it even confused him.

Never thought of this possibility?

"Yes." I blinked my deep green eyes and continued to speak seriously, "You have the ability to kill them. Your strength is above everyone in the Chanyuan family. Why can't you be the head of the family?"

"Uh..." he said, "It doesn't seem wrong for you to say that, but it also doesn't seem right."

Jin'er's thoughts were rarely confused. "But I don't have any spell power or spells, and I'm not even a spellcaster."

"Does it matter?" I asked. "Does it delay you from getting rid of them all?"

"......." He stroked his chin and thought for a while.

"Let me repeat it. You want me to change my last name back to Zenin, return to that rotten and stinking place, and become the head of the Zenin family?"

"Why did you change the name?" I asked, "Does the Imperial Three Clan have a rule that a son-in-law cannot become the head of the family?"

“…No, but that’s because they never felt these people were qualified to compete.”

"It doesn't matter." I shrugged. "If you have any objections, just force them to change their surname to Fushiguro."

"Hey, woman, you are more arrogant than me."

It sounds a bit far-fetched, but with the strongest son-in-law like Shi'er around, it doesn't necessarily mean these things can't happen, right?

"You've been a magician killer for all these years, so I guess you've accumulated a lot of resources, right?"

I was thinking about various possible means with great interest. "Kong Shiyu is quite useful. He has been idle for so long. It's time for him to get busy."

“........” Shener listened to my opinion in silence.

"If one tyrant can massacre half of a Zen temple, then two tyrants should have no problem taking over the entire Zen temple, right?"

I twisted my wrist and felt the blood boiling in my heart.

A long-lost feeling.

Ever since I was beaten up by the special-class guys last time and killed a real person, I haven't had such an exciting moment since.

"Kill some, release some, and keep some." I stood up and looked at the sky.

It was approaching evening, and the sky slowly turned into a brilliant golden color. The sunset glow hung in a corner of the sky. A few birds flew neatly across the sun, making long calls.

"How about we overturn and destroy that old and decaying place?" I turned to look at him and held out my hand to him, "Master of the Zenin family... Master Fushiguro."