With the descent of the veil, the children's hospital, which already looked eerie, became even more eerie.
The presence of the veil was like putting a pair of sunglasses over the sky; under this oppressive tone, the sun that should have brought warmth looked somewhat chilling.
Sherlock took a deep breath, took the Sayafushi out of the sword bag, tightened his grip on the hilt, and stepped into the building.
The light inside the building was even darker than outside, looking just like a horror movie set, making people feel a distinctive sense of oppression. The unique, chilling Cursed Residue of Cursed Spirits permeated almost the entire hallway.
All the way, Sherlock stared around with extreme vigilance; after all, the scene in front of him always gave people the feeling that someone was going to jump out and cast an ultimate move at any moment.
All the way, Sherlock cautiously swept from the first floor to the top floor, but the strange thing was that from beginning to end, aside from the Cursed Residue, Sherlock didn't even see a shadow of a Cursed Spirit.
This situation made Sherlock exceptionally nervous. You must know that based on the knowledge Sherlock currently grasped, this abandoned pediatric hospital could be said to reveal a strange atmosphere everywhere.
First was the Cursed Residue.
Such massive Cursed Residue condensed and did not disperse inside this building, but from the moment Sherlock entered here, he hadn't seen any mob minions.
Secondly, logically speaking, Grade 2 Cursed Spirits might possess intelligence, but their intelligence definitely wouldn't reach the extent where Sherlock searched from bottom to top without even seeing a shadow.
Either point gave Sherlock a bad premonition, and furthermore, in such a narrow terrain, Sherlock's only weapon, the katana named Sayafushi, was actually restricted.
Sherlock, who had searched the building in a circle without seeing the shadow of a Cursed Spirit, grew more and more vigilant. A situation like this could only be reduced to two possibilities: either the Cursed Spirit here had already been exorcised, or the Cursed Spirit here was definitely greater than Grade 2.
Neither possibility could be considered good news for Sherlock.
After standing at the doorway of the rooftop and taking a deep breath, Sherlock chose to turn around and return to the hallway, and once again tried to search for the figure of the Cursed Spirit within the building.
What Sherlock didn't see was that just as he stood at the doorway of the rooftop, a figure crouched atop the structure leading to the rooftop, seeming to regret that Sherlock hadn't walked out.
Seeing Sherlock turn around and walk downward, that figure uttered a "tch" and jumped down from above the doorway, preparing to go down along the wall to thoroughly toy with his prey.
The next second, a katana covered in Cursed Energy instantly burst out from the hallway door leading into the building, hitting the Cursed Spirit's chest almost solidly.
And that teenager, whom she had originally considered prey, appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye, and smoothly grasped the hilt.
When Sherlock had searched the entire building in a circle and found no trace of the Cursed Spirit, he already had a slight guess, pre-judging that the Cursed Spirit might lurk on the rooftop and launch a sneak attack on him.
Without the support of accurate intelligence, Sherlock was merely beating the grass to startle the rabbit and making a casual probe, not expecting that he would actually win the gamble.
The moment he grasped the hilt, Sherlock didn't even have time to see what the Cursed Spirit in front of him looked like before directly using the sharp attribute of the Sayafushi to slash horizontally.
And that Cursed Spirit reacted quite quickly, kicking Sherlock flying the instant before she was about to be cut in half.
Relying on this nearly half-month of hell-like intensive training, Sherlock used Cursed Energy to protect his body, relied on the Sayafushi to decelerate, and directly put distance between himself and the Cursed Spirit in front of him with just a few rolls, simultaneously seeing the appearance of the Cursed Spirit before him.
Just one glance, and Sherlock was a bit stunned.
The reason was also very simple, because compared to other Cursed Spirits Sherlock had seen, the Cursed Spirit in front of him could be said to count as a "top-tier beauty" among Cursed Spirits.
She wore a set of ragged nurse's uniform on her body, even carrying a hint of erotic nurse uniform flavor, and that pair of long, round legs full of stitch lines were exposed like that to the air.
Looking further up, her figure was explosive, with ample breasts and a slender waist. It could be said that if not for the strange, pale-green skin, the figure of the Cursed Spirit in front of him was completely grown according to the aesthetic of the Heavenly Emperor Tiger, the protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen.
If there truly was any imperfection, it was probably only this Cursed Spirit's head.
That head, rather than being a head, was more like a collection of various medical items; densely packed amidst the gaps were all kinds of eyes of varying sizes, looking completely mismatched with that explosive figure.
After the initial amazement, the fear that followed was like something carved into the marrow of his bones.
The reason was also very simple, because Sherlock discovered that the Cursed Spirit in front of him was definitely more than a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit. That agile posture and the emotions revealed within the densely packed eyes on her head completely didn't look like what a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit ought to have.
Cold sweat soaked Sherlock's back in almost an instant, the Sayafushi held in his hand carried a hint of trembling, and in his heart he even cursed those old geezers.
Even if Sherlock was stupid right now, he should have known that he had definitely been tricked!
Fleeing?
Unrealistic. Since the opponent could layout to this extent, she surely had preparations to prevent him from escaping, and furthermore, Sherlock didn't want to expose his true Cursed Technique advantage.
Sherlock's true Cursed Technique advantage wasn't anything capable of breaking through the Limitless, but rather the Flying Thunder God without distance restrictions! In other words, no matter how far the distance was, Sherlock could sense it and arrive at the location of the intended beacon in an instant!
This was a trump card Sherlock had left for himself! He hadn't even told Satoru Gojo, so how could he possibly expose it right here now?
"So, is only fighting for my life left?"
After taking a deep breath, Sherlock muttered softly, managed to control his trembling hands, and aimed the tip of the blade at the Cursed Spirit in front of him.
The Cursed Spirit wasn't in a hurry either, looking just like an old cat facing its prey, her eyes full of a teasing expression.
"I've been underestimated!"
After an exclamation, Sherlock's gaze sharpened, and he directly threw the Sayafushi in his hand toward the Cursed Spirit's direction.
Having suffered a loss once, the Cursed Spirit naturally used her hand to slap away the Sayafushi Sherlock threw over at the very first moment, yet Sherlock activated his technique at this time and suddenly appeared right in front of the Cursed Spirit before him.
Under this Cursed Spirit's incredulous gaze, Sherlock's fist condensed with Cursed Energy struck solidly against the Cursed Spirit's newly healed wound.
The next second, Sherlock appeared in mid-air, and the moment he caught the flying Sayafushi, his figure vanished once again.
By the time the Cursed Spirit reacted, Sherlock had already appeared behind the Cursed Spirit and fiercely slashed into the Cursed Spirit's back.