Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Travel Back in Time-Chapter 40 - 34 Haunted House of Curses — A Game of Fear and Wits

"Those two people at the door are cursed spirits?" Conan exclaimed in surprise. "If they are cursed spirits, why can I see them?"

"Hahahaha... I didn't expect Geto and the little detective to be so gullible!" Gojo Satoru burst into laughter. "They look like regular people at first glance!"

Geto Suguru sighed, realizing he had been rolling his eyes more often lately. "Satoru, this isn't funny at all."

Shrugging, Gojo toned down his laughter, adopting a more serious expression—at least as serious as he could manage. "They aren't cursed spirits, but that young lady hanging from the beam definitely is."

Geto wasn't surprised. "Satoru, we're already inside a cursed spirit's domain, aren't we? That's why Conan can see spirits."

"Huh?" Conan looked around. Aside from the eerie-looking woman hanging from the ceiling, the room appeared perfectly normal. "When did we enter a cursed domain?"

"The moment we signed the waiver at the haunted house entrance, we stepped into a living domain," Gojo explained with a smirk. "I can tell this cursed spirit has no ill intent."

"Cursed spirits without malicious intent actually exist?" Conan asked skeptically.

Gojo shrugged. "All the cursed spirits Geto controls lack malice."

"You mean there's another sorcerer like Geto who manipulates cursed spirits?" Conan pondered aloud.

"Not bad, Conan! You're really picking up on cursed knowledge!" Gojo grinned. "But it might not be a sorcerer. Geto's technique is rare. It could also be a cursed spirit naturally bound to a human."

The woman hanging from the beam—clearly the cursed spirit in question—grew irritated at being ignored. She stopped sobbing, tilted her head, and muttered, "Aren't you scared? Even if you're not, at least pretend! Otherwise, where's the fun in this?"

Geto and Conan didn't respond. They remained unfazed.

Meanwhile, the terrified woman at the entrance saw the spirit move and immediately fainted. The man beside her trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a word.

"Ah! Geto, I'm sooo scared! I think I'm gonna faint!" Gojo wailed dramatically, clinging to Geto like a koala, his white hair rubbing against Geto's shoulder.

Conan shot Geto a look of pure disdain, then turned and walked off down the corridor, heading to the next stop in the haunted house.

Geto pried Gojo off him and said flatly, "Satoru, you're not a child. Stop acting like one."

Still hanging onto Geto, Gojo mused, "But it's creepy when a dead person suddenly speaks!"

"It's a cursed spirit," Geto corrected.

"Right! Isn't it creepy when a cursed spirit suddenly talks?" Gojo grinned.

"No." Geto's reply was deadpan.

As the two bickered behind him, Conan sighed. "Don't forget, we're still in a cursed domain..."

"It's a living domain!" Gojo corrected cheerfully.

"Whatever it is, the bigger question is—how do we get out?"

"Easy! We just complete the haunted house attraction."

"Huh?" Conan raised an eyebrow. "You mean we just go through it like regular visitors?"

"Exactly! Didn't I say this cursed spirit has no malice? This is just how the haunted house works." Gojo strode past Conan and pushed open the next door.

The room beyond resembled a middle school classroom. It was eerily empty, silent except for the distant rustling of wind through the trees outside.

Against the back wall, a row of metal lockers stood. A faint rustling sound came from within one of them.

"Geto, there's a mouse in the locker! I'm scared!" Gojo whined, clinging onto Geto's shoulder again.

"Can you be quiet?" Geto sighed, dragging Gojo along as he approached the lockers. He opened one.

Empty.

He opened another. Still nothing.

When he reached the last locker, he found a man crouching inside, wearing blue overalls. He looked strangely clean—except for the fact that he had no head.

A low, mournful voice echoed through the room. "Where's my head? Where's my head? Can you help me find it?"

"Here you go!" Conan's voice piped up behind them.

Geto turned to see Conan holding a severed head. Long black hair draped over its face, and blood dripped from its eyes, nose, and mouth.

The headless figure stepped out of the locker and reached for it with pale hands. Carefully, he placed it back on his shoulders.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"Where did you find that?" Geto asked, surprised Conan had retrieved it so quickly.

"In this classroom, the only logical place to hide a head—besides the lockers—is the teacher's podium." Conan spoke matter-of-factly.

"Why aren't you scared at all?" the cursed spirit groaned. "Most people scream when I ask them to find my head! If we can't scare you, it ruins the performance!"

"Second stage complete!" Gojo snapped his fingers, looking entirely unbothered as he strode toward the next room.

Geto and Conan exchanged an apologetic glance with the cursed spirit before following him.

More visitors had entered the haunted house behind them. Echoes of terrified screams filled the air.

The door to the third room, however, wouldn't budge.

"Is it locked?" Conan asked, reaching for the handle.

Before he could finish, Gojo kicked the door open.

Creak—

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The door swung inward with an awful screech.

"Eh?"

Inside, a female cursed spirit in a white shroud stood frozen mid-motion. One foot was still inside an old television screen, the other resting on the cabinet beneath it. She had been adjusting her long, messy hair—until she noticed them staring.

Her face twisted in panic. "You're here already?! People usually take at least ten minutes to find Ono-kun's head!"

"Oh! So that guy was Ono!" Gojo rubbed his chin, completely fixated on the wrong detail.