Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

"I will set up an account immediately after confirming the appearance of the cursed spirit."

Huzhang held the rope in his hand, his tone serious.

He had specifically sought that out, intending to use it to jump off the bridge.

The others nodded seriously, focusing intently on sensing the aura of the cursed spirit.

However, unexpectedly.

They waited there for ages, but not only did the cursed spirit not appear, it didn't even have the slightest trace of its presence.

Tiger Stick even tried tying a rope around his body and jumping off the Eighty-Eight Bridge to see if it would trigger any conditions.

But in the end, nothing was gained.

It was the hottest time of day, and the sun was shining directly on the bridge, which was completely exposed to the elements.

The concrete bridge surface was scorching hot, making the already hot weather even more unbearable.

They wiped the sweat from their faces and continued to wait, their eyes vacant.

At this moment, Shunping spoke up: "It's too hot. Waiting like this isn't going to work. Let's go and rest for a bit."

His bangs were stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Without objection, everyone left the Eighty-Eight Bridges dejectedly for the time being.

"No filth, no breath, nothing at all..." Fushiguro Megumi sighed, disheartened.

"Did we go in the wrong direction?" Itarō scratched his head.

He wasn't particularly bright to begin with, and he was completely clueless when it came to solving puzzles.

We can only place our hopes on other people.

They went to a convenience store and bought some food to tide them over.

Tiger Polygon slowly unwrapped the rice ball.

Kugizaki was biting the straw; most of the ice in her drink had melted, and the straw was flattened from her bite.

"We can't spend too much time resolving this," Itari mumbled, chewing on his rice.

"Why?" Kugizaki looked up and asked.

"Because it's a famous haunted site," Shunpei said, taking a sip of water. "It's very likely that other people are also under a curse."

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Itadori patted Junpei on the shoulder, his voice heavy: "The fatality rate of this curse is currently 100%. If it can't be resolved soon..."

"People will still die, right?" Kugizaki sighed, then continued, "It's infuriating, those damn cursed spirits."

Just as they were feeling troubled, the delinquent cyclist from school arrived.

"Great! We found you!"

"Huh? Who is it?" Kugizaki looked at him in confusion.

"Your junior, Fukuro, you wanted to teach him a lesson before?" Itadori said helplessly.

"Senior Fushiguro!" The delinquent rode up quickly. "It's so good to have found you guys since you mentioned the Eighty-Eight Bridges."

Upon closer inspection, Fushiguro Megumi realized that the delinquent hadn't come alone; he had a girl on his bicycle.

He looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated before speaking, "...Fujinuma?"

Then, looking at the puzzled group, Fushiguro Megumi explained, "They were classmates from before."

"It's so good that you still remember me." Fujinuma bowed slightly and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My sister and I talked about Senior Fushiguro and the matter you guys are investigating yesterday. She said it seems like there's some clue."

The delinquent spread his hands and pointed to his older sister.

"Yes, I heard you were investigating Morishita and Hachijuhashi, and I was thinking there might be some connection."

"A connection?" Fukuro asked, somewhat puzzled, looking at the slightly timid girl in front of him. "What exactly is it?"

"It might not matter." Fujinuma swallowed nervously. "When we were in the second year of junior high, a few of us went to the Eighty-Eight Bridges together at night."

"Huh?" Kugizaki exclaimed in surprise, "Have you noticed anything strange lately?"

Upon hearing this, Fujinuma's face turned ashen, and he clenched his fists tightly.

She took a few deep breaths before saying in a trembling voice, "The automatic door in my family's shop is only left open when I go back."

The details match up perfectly!

The four exchanged a glance.

Shunping moved a little closer and asked her softly, "Around when did you discover this situation?"

"It happened about a week ago, and it happened every other day." Fujinuma's face was pale, and he seemed to be quite frightened.

Upon hearing her answer, Fushiguro Megumi whispered to Itadori.

"The other victims all experienced their accidents approximately two weeks after the incident."

"That means it's safe for now, but there's not much time left." Itari nodded.

Kugizaki glanced at the two people behind him, then stepped forward and asked, "Even though so much time has passed, do you still remember how many people you went to the Eighty-Eight Bridges with?"

"I went with two senior members of the club."

Fujinuma thought for a moment, then said to Fushiguro, "By the way, Tsumiki was with us back then too."

Upon hearing the unexpected name, Fushiguro Megumi's pupils widened suddenly, but she quickly suppressed them.

He nodded and said to her, "I see. Then I'll go back and ask Tsumiki too."

Having finished their questioning, the delinquent left with Fujinuma.

After they were gone, Fushiguro Megumi couldn't control himself and his breathing became heavy.

"Fushiguro!" Itadori, noticing Fushiguro Megumi's unusual behavior, patted his shoulder. "Cheer up!"

"Let's check if she's safe first." Shunpei had already taken out his phone and dialed Ijichi's number.

When the call connected, he briefly explained the situation.

"I understand the situation."

"I will send someone to protect Tsumiki's safety," Ijichi said on the other end of the phone, then checked the tablet in his hand. "But there are too many things going on lately, and only one Level 2 is available."

Iji hesitated for a moment and said, "And you'd better retreat as well; this mission seems extremely dangerous."

"We cannot retreat." Shunping shook his head and said firmly, "The key is not the level of danger, but the time limit. Only by immediately exorcising the cursed spirit can we solve this."

Fushiguro Megumi took a deep breath and clenched her fist.

He looked at his friends beside him, who were watching him with concern, and his fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

This is his business; they shouldn't be put in danger.

But that person, Kujo Mashiro, had spoken to him that day.

Your friends are strong, and they will become even stronger. You don't want to trouble them, yet you find yourself in crisis. This is disrespecting them.

Fushiguro Megumi closed his eyes and suddenly bowed deeply to them.

"It's very difficult for me to do this alone." He kept his head down. "Can you help me?"

Itari gave him a light kick. "Leave it to us!"

"We're friends, right?" Kugizaki crossed his arms. "Why are you being so polite?"

She looked at Shunping. "You agree, right?"

Shunping nodded and helped Fuhei Hui up.

"Yes." He looked into Fushiguro Megumi's eyes and said, "We can do it."