Edogawa Satoru who wanted to be a detective is not a good sorcerer

The boy with an extremely delicate face looked dazzlingly white under the electric light, with his lips slightly curled up in an arc. He showed a vague sense of compassion for the world, just like the son of God sent down from heaven.

The young man's eyes contain everything, and the clarity he reveals seems to reveal the filthy sins of the world in their original form, making people feel ashamed when seeing it.

"Be my father?"
"You're dreaming."

Even his speaking voice is very pleasant, he even uses the word "you". What a polite child.
The elders in the meeting room thought in a trance.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, and the crisp sound broke the silence in the room. He pushed Edogawa Satoru, who had just walked in, out and said, "Let the servant take you for a stroll, go and have fun~" and then locked the door.

After turning around, Gojo Satoru's smiling face suddenly turned cold.

The elders who had watched Gojo Satoru grow up understood Gojo Satoru, and they truly felt that Gojo Satoru was angry.

Is it for that child?
Or... angry about something else.

This anger is silent and terrifying.

The room was extremely quiet. The elders were waiting for the head of the family to speak, but they didn't expect that his words would surprise them all.

Gojo Satoru said: "The 'Six Eyes' told me that the child is me, Gojo Satoru."

The third elder was relatively young, in his early forties, and had a quick temper. He immediately stood up and asked, "Is that child also six-eyed?!"

"sit down."

The Third Elder heaved a sigh of relief and sat down obediently. He thought sadly that he thought there was someone who was really favored by Gojo Satoru, but he didn't expect there was another hidden story.

Gojo Satoru knocked on the table. "Isn't there such a technology? If you get DNA, you can clone it. It's probably of this type. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, twelve or thirteen years ago. Do you have any impression, old men?"

He raised his finger to lift up one of his eye patches and scanned everyone with one eye: "Astral plasma."

Gojo Satoru, who is 28 years old, was 16 years old 12 or 13 years ago. At that time, Gojo Satoru already had special strength. In his second year of high school, he and his classmate Geto Suguru were assigned the task of protecting the astral plasma.

During the process, he and Geto Suguru were seriously injured by the famous magician killer of the time, and the Astral Plasma was killed, and the mission failed.

"I suspect that part of my genes... or flesh and blood was stolen during the Astral Plasma Incident. You guys should check this matter quickly. By the way, you call him 'Edogawa Satoru'. You said he was adopted in Yokohama and his parents are dead. He just came into contact with the world of sorcery nine weeks ago."

The elders realized the seriousness of the matter, and the chief elder asked for instructions: "First, investigate the information about the head of the family and the stolen body during the investigation of the astral plasma; second, investigate the information about the child in the past thirteen years; third, investigate the whereabouts of Edogawa Satoru in the past nine weeks; fourth, pay attention to the recent movements of the Zen Temple and the Kamo family."

"It's not just the three great families." Gojo Satoru stood up, "I suspect there are others behind this. Starting from Itadori Yuji, I just had some suspicions. I became more certain after meeting Edogawa Satoru."

He turned around and waved his hand: "Leave it to the old men~"

The solemn atmosphere was swept away, and the elder cursed: "The head of the family should behave like a head of the family, what are you doing! You don't even know how to stand, what's your attitude towards your elders!"

But Gojo Satoru didn't hear anything at all and had already run far away.

However, what Gojo Satoru did not say was that during the Astral Plasma Incident, he was severely injured beyond imagination, with special curse tools piercing his neck and head. At that time, he broke through his own limits, understood the reversal technique, and healed his body.

So only Gojo Satoru knew. ——At that time, he was missing half of his head.

Edogawa Satoru didn't know what was going on inside the house. He was escorted out by the servants. The Gojo family was very big. To express it in his poor language, it was "big, very big".

Wu knew that he was weak, so he started to complain about being tired after walking for more than ten minutes, but he had not yet left the main house. The servant who led the way said that it would take more than twenty minutes to walk to the main gate.

[No wonder Gojo Satoru used teleportation...]
Wu waved his hands and squatted down to rest.

He was waiting for Gojo Satoru to come to him. Gojo Satoru would not use force to control him, and would probably use the excuse that if the high-ranking officials of the Jujutsu world found two Six-Eyes, they would execute one of them, and demand that the weaker him stay in the protection of Gojo Satoru, either in the Gojo family or the Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

Of course, these are all speculations. He is speculating based on the template of Itadori Yuji.

The worst that could happen was being killed.

The probability of safety is very high, and Wu is not reluctant to take this gamble.

And he did have a backup plan. During the nine weeks he was in Tokyo, Edogawa Satoru was not thinking about Ranpo all the time.

Before long, Gojo Satoru appeared in front of Edogawa Satoru.

"You're so short," Gojo Satoru picked up Edogawa Satoru by the collar of his clothes, "You're so small."

"It doesn't have to be that high." Edogawa Satoru said seriously, "If it's too high, it won't be protected."

His dream is to be as tall as Ranpo, so that he can hug Ranpo and be hugged by him. He likes the feeling of being protected by Ranpo, which can temporarily keep him away from the emptiness brought by excessive information.

“Protected?” Gojo Satoru smiled, “I originally thought we were very similar, but now it seems we are a little different.”

"There's nothing similar between us except that we're the same person," said Edogawa Satoru, pointing at his eyes.

Gojo Satoru finally understood why the two people's styles seemed different: Edogawa Satoru's eyes were looking upwards; while the strongest would not look up at others, his perspective was always from top to bottom.

He bent down.

Gojo Satoru was wearing a pure black eye mask, and Satoru could not distinguish his vision. He could only feel Gojo Satoru's hair scratching across his forehead, causing a slight itchy sensation.

"What is your world like?" asked the strongest.

Edogawa Satoru thought about the people he had met since he was a child, and replied, "Everyone is very smart."

Gojo Satoru, who just recalled that he had lost half his head:

He suspected that the kid was implying something about him.

(End of this chapter)