Maki had no idea what Fushiguro was really thinking.
But upon hearing him, she nodded reflexively.
True, wasn't it just that someone's dad had died?
That was a good thing!
When Maki thought of how her own father, Ogi Zenin, being indirectly killed by someone would make her unable to stop the corners of her mouth from rising.
Forget blaming them then—if she could keep herself from thanking them, that would already count as Maki being filial!
At that moment, Fushiguro had just withdrawn his gaze from his father's corpse.
Just as he was about to call out to Maki, he suddenly noticed that she had lowered her head, her face wearing a strange expression as though she wanted to laugh but wasn't.
"Um... Maki-senpai, you..."
Fushiguro had just been about to speak when he suddenly remembered that Maki seemed to be mentally unstable, so he immediately pulled his hand back.
Forget it. Better not disturb Maki-senpai.
She was sick. Let her entertain herself.
After a brief bandaging, Nanami simply treated his own wounds.
"Are you ready? If you are, we should hurry and—"
Before Nanami could finish, the corner of his eye caught sight of a cloth bundle lying on the ground.
It lay quietly on the subway station floor, where Jogo had just been nailed to death by Jie Jian.
"What's that?" Maki noticed the cloth bundle as well.
The group exchanged glances, then walked forward together.
Fushiguro crouched down and carefully picked up the cloth bundle.
The instant it touched his hand, he felt an extremely cold cursed energy seep from within it.
This cursed energy...
Fushiguro's pupils suddenly contracted as a sense of familiarity crashed over him!
"What is it?" Nanami noticed Fushiguro's strange reaction.
Fushiguro did not answer. He merely used his faintly trembling hands