The Twin Guns Will Give Me the Answer

"As you can see, just a passing City Hunter~"

Lin Yi answered the Curse User's question with exaggerated swagger, but his hands never stopped moving. He pulled the trigger, and gunfire rang out.

The bullets clenched in his right hand swiftly refilled the cylinder the instant it was emptied, maintaining a simple barrage of suppressing fire.

Golden shell casings fell to the ground with crisp clinks. A Colt Python, a large-caliber revolver with only six shots, was somehow wielded by Lin Yi like an automatic rifle.

A whistle split the air as the Cursed Spirit summoned by the Curse User launched its counterattack.

But Lin Yi reacted quickly, reaching out with his right hand to grab the incoming tentacle before sliding toward the Curse User.

Even as he slid, the gun in his left hand kept firing at the Curse User. The barrage forced her to widen the distance between herself and Lin Yi, Kiyotaka Ijichi, and the other assistant supervisor beside them.

That was exactly the effect Lin Yi wanted. The instant his gun ran dry, he had already reached Kiyotaka Ijichi and the fallen assistant supervisor. With a sweep of his arm, he pulled them both beneath him, then gripped the Cursed Spirit's tentacle and leaped from the rooftop in a high-altitude bungee jump.

Crash!

The Cursed Spirit's tentacle had limited length, but it still provided Lin Yi with enough cushioning to bring Kiyotaka Ijichi and the assistant supervisor out of danger for the moment.

"Mr. Ijichi, is he okay?"

"Huh? He can still be saved. I need to take him to Miss Ieiri."

Everything had happened too fast—from the attack on him to Lin Yi's sudden rescue—and Kiyotaka Ijichi had yet to process it. Only when Lin Yi asked did he hurriedly answer.

As for the Miss Ieiri he mentioned, Lin Yi knew who she was. She had been classmates with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Though she possessed no innate technique, she had mastered the advanced application of cursed energy known as the Reversed Cursed Technique. She could heal herself and others alike, making her one of Jujutsu High's most prized assets.

"Then he's in your hands, Mr. Ijichi. I'll buy you some time. I told you, didn't I? I can't use cursed energy, but I handle situations like this much better than you do."

Lin Yi stood, pointed toward the street corner, reloaded his gun, and fired upward without even looking. The bullets tore off several Cursed Spirit tentacles. As he fired and retreated, he vanished from Kiyotaka Ijichi's view. The Curse User, having been thoroughly played by Lin Yi, seemed to have set her sights on him. She ignored Kiyotaka Ijichi entirely, reinforced her body with cursed energy, and gave chase.

Lin Yi's figure and the sound of gunfire gradually faded into the distance, leaving only Kiyotaka Ijichi, the one person still thinking clearly, who still had no idea what was going on.

He could not understand why, with Satoru Gojo—the strongest of the modern era—stationed in Japan, Curse Users would dare provoke Jujutsu High, even setting a trap specifically for its personnel.

He had to report what had happened here to Jujutsu High's higher-ups!

Kiyotaka Ijichi hoisted his poisoned, unconscious colleague onto his shoulder, pulled out his phone, and began calling for help.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi hid in the stairwell of an apartment building, playing hide-and-seek with the pursuing Curse User.

If there had been a mirror nearby, Lin Yi would have seen just how excited he looked. That expression did not match his earlier style at all.

"Ha, so staying for now really was the right call. Every few days, it's either a Curse User or a Cursed Spirit attack. If I went back, where else would I find this much work? I'm a transmigrator, for crying out loud. I've been here nearly four months already. That athletic student got into Jujutsu High and, in half a year, could fight Sukuna and become Special Grade. I should at least try to keep up with him. I'll start by training my combat ability in this disguised form."

Lin Yi muttered to himself while analyzing the current situation.

Kento Nanami, that Grade 1 Sorcerer, was currently exorcising Cursed Spirits inside the barrier. Unless he ran into a somewhat stronger Special-Grade Cursed Spirit, Cursed Spirits of the same grade would be no more than chopped vegetables to him. That was the appeal of Jujutsu Society's grading system: sorcerers of the same grade could reliably kill Cursed Spirits of that grade.

Of course, that excluded a certain Grade 2 Sorcerer student who had nearly been beaten to death by a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit.

Kento Nanami had not finished his work yet, probably because he was being held up, while support from Jujutsu High could arrive at any moment. There was no need to use his Kamen Rider form. Come to think of it, Lin Yi found it strange himself. He had appeared before Jujutsu High personnel three times wearing the Kamen Rider Joker suit, and the vehicle he bought was even the same model of motorcycle. So why was he still merely a suspect instead of having someone come straight to his door?

"Don't tell me these lunatics at Jujutsu High don't watch Kamen Rider? No way. It's one of the big three tokusatsu franchises, a national IP."

Lin Yi grumbled, but when he heard footsteps approaching down the corridor, he could only bury that question in his heart. He raised both hands and walked out.

"Well, this should be our third meeting, shouldn't it, beautiful lady? Honestly, I preferred what you wore the first time we met. It was much easier on the eyes."

"I never expected Mr. Ichiro, the City Hunter of Kabukicho in Shinjuku Ward, to be connected to Jujutsu Society."

"Just an informant, not a sorcerer. So can you tell me why? Why are you targeting me?"

Lin Yi corrected his current identity and questioned the Curse User before him in the tone of an old acquaintance.

They could indeed be considered acquainted. Lin Yi had always remembered beautiful faces, whether they belonged to men or women.

This Curse User had previously set him up while posing as a client. Combined with the incidents that happened afterward and his knowledge of the jujutsu storyline, Lin Yi finally understood that Kenjaku, the thousand-year-old sorcerer, had been secretly preparing for the Culling Game all along.

He had searched throughout Japan for suitable targets to be parasitized by cursed objects containing the souls of ancient sorcerers. Megumi Fushiguro's sister, Tsumiki Fushiguro, was one. The unfortunate girl, Yuko Takagi, was another. And back when he had yet to make contact with Jujutsu High or Suguru Geto, when he was merely a City Hunter in Shinjuku Ward, Lin Yi had also counted as one.

Having repeatedly avoided the traps Kenjaku set for him through what seemed like coincidence or luck, it was hard not to attract the attention of that thousand-year-old sorcerer.

"If Mr. Ichiro comes with me obediently, I can change into any outfit you like~"

The female Curse User bent forward slightly, revealing a glimpse of cleavage and giving Lin Yi quite the view.

Even as Lin Yi feasted his eyes, he did not let down his guard.

Bang!

A Cursed Spirit tentacle attempting to attack Lin Yi from behind was shot apart.

"I've never been one to refuse an invitation from a beautiful lady, but this time, I'd still like to ask you to cooperate with me."

"You ignorant fool. If that person didn't need you alive... Break his arms and legs and take him away!"

The moment Lin Yi refused, several bizarre-looking Cursed Spirits appeared around the female Curse User. Their only common feature was the tortured human face each possessed. One of those faces belonged to the subordinate Lin Yi had been hired by old Akutsu to find in Kabukicho.

"Oh~ So you're a shikigami user among sorcerers. That makes this much easier."

Unruffled, Lin Yi drew another handgun from his waist and pointed it at her.

He also wanted to know how good his odds were against a Curse User like this with physical abilities comparable to a Grade 2 Sorcerer's cursed-energy reinforcement in his normal disguise, combined with his sharp instincts.

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