Guan Nanjing did think about whether to kill the sorcerer for a moment—but the tall man in front of him didn't know if he was frightened or something, coughed violently, and spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

He instinctively blocked it with his spell, and the blood was all on himself. The coat was already tattered, the shirt was wet with blood and rain and stuck to the strong muscles, and the new blood was mixed with the dark red and old, which was not the usual shock.

I haven't done anything yet.

The other party doesn't seem to need him to deal with it at all, the situation is no different from sand, no need for the wind to blow, and he will scatter after walking two steps by himself.

And I don't know why, look at him...... Let the Guannan mirror feel that the brain is blunt.

The umbrella floats in mid-air under the support of the mana, spinning steadily to throw the water out, like the top cover of a merry-go-round music box. Guan Nanjing frowned, took out a small handkerchief from his chest pocket, carefully and gently wiped the thin and handsome face of the blonde man, like wiping a big stray cat in the rain, frowned and said: "I ......"

Nanami looked at him motionlessly, her long pale blonde eyelashes fluttering fragile and her Adam's apple rolling.

"I really don't know you."

Guan Nanjing said to himself: "It's really strange, I should have killed you, because it was so unfortunate that I just touched the right one, and I just let you see my face and school uniform." It would be unfortunate to be disrupted by such an accident on campus life. That guy will get me in trouble too......"

After enumerating the reasons for a long time, he still sighed: "But why haven't I done it yet, but I'm talking to you here." ”

He began to help Nanami stop the bleeding, brushing his hair up and down, from three to seven to twenty-eight and then to a big back, checking back and forth several times, and although he couldn't think of anything, he became more and more convinced that something was wrong - so for the first time he tried to ask something from humans:

"Do you know me?"

Nanami couldn't react, his spirit was about to drift away along with his pupils.

It's too real, this illusion...... Is it a procedure? Then I must be dying, because I have no strength to reject this illusion...... Not at all...... It's all because of Satoru Gojo's kind of shit that the senior talks nonsense out of bounds, so it makes me have such a real fantasy......

Is it lucky or unfortunate to be able to see you at the mouth of the sewer in the wilderness, slumped here like a muddy mess? He slid down in confusion, his forehead touched the palm of Guannanjing, and he couldn't help whispering: "It's so cool...... Why don't you dress well, be careful of colds......"

I've started talking nonsense, and I don't know me. Guan Nanjing lowered his wrist a little disappointed, stared at the other party's distracted blue pupils, and told himself that it was time to make a move. His fingertips slid down, and through the blue silk suit shirt stained deep purple with blood, pressed against his beating heart, ready to unleash a spell to kill him.

But through the clothes and thick chest muscles, you can still feel the tenacious strength of the other party's life.

He touched his chest again, and it was empty. Inside him, instead of the heart, what kept his body running was a spinning spell orb. Although there are also simulations of sound and vibration, not to mention fooling ordinary humans, it is completely enough to fool most of the spell masters, and Megumi Fushiguro has been with him for many years, and he has never found out that he is a dummy with magic powers.

But the essence is different.

Only he knows the truest falsehood, he doesn't have a real heart, a heart that really beats with emotions. To some extent, maybe he is not even as good as a maggot-like spell spirit like a real person, the other party has a complete memory, self-consistent logic, and a clear purpose, but Nanjing lives in this world, but most of the time he only feels tired and confused.

Want to know about the past...... But why, I just can't remember it?

As if she didn't understand why he was still there, Nanami lowered her head and pressed her entire upper body to his shoulders, her hands clasping his waist tightly, and giving him a blood-soaked hug.

Embrace.

Guannanjing remained motionless, silently watching the rain splash. He was too slender a teenager, and Nanami Kento was too tall a grown man, so he was two or three laps smaller than the other party, almost a little embedded in his strong arms.

The smell of blood mingled with the moist scent of the soil, and the sinuous red trails resembled the roots of the trees that bound them.

"Don't go...... the tip of the other party's nose was against his neck, his breathing was weak, and he murmured faintly: "Don't go." ”

"Don't go, classmate, please wait a minute!! ——”

Knotweed Yuhito stepped on the puddle, and chased Shunping for half a street in the rain, and it was obviously much faster than him, not that he couldn't catch up at all, but he simply had to pester him until he was willing to stop. Under the astonished gaze of passers-by, Yoshino Shunhei was so embarrassed that his face turned red, and he had to stop at the intersection of the bridge and the high price, and ran to the steps of the river under the bridge in one go. By the choppy river, he finally had a less social space to ask what the pink-haired guy in the dark blue uniform and the strange Little Red Riding Hood was up to:

"Excuse me, why the hell are you chasing me......"

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to confirm-" Knotweed Yuhito wore a hat, his round eyes widened, and he raised the super weak spell spirit fly insect in his hand at him, "You can actually see this, right?" ”

Because he grabbed it in his hand and threw it all the way, the fly insect was very sluggish, and it looked like it was about to die.

Shunping was stunned.

“…… That's not ......" he could barely find his voice: "That's not mine...... Hallucinations? ”

"Of course not!" Knotweed Yuren jumped down the steps in two steps and stood in front of him: "This is a 'curse spirit', it's very troublesome to explain, let's take it as a demon for the time being—in short, this is something that only a very few talented people can see." ”

"Shunhei-san." He looked at Yoshino Junhei seriously and said, "You have this extremely rare talent. ”

“……”

Yoshino Shunhei looked at him stunned, and only after a few seconds did he react: "You, how do you know my name?" ”

And he bypassed the surname and called his name directly.

Yuhito Knotweed, who exuded a self-cooked sunny sports masculinity, made his brain almost shut down, and Yoshino Junhei felt that the last time he saw such a warm straight ball talking to him might be in his previous life. But Knotweed Yuhito was not in the youth channel, he took a step forward and held Yoshino Shunhei's wrist with a solemn face:

"Truth be told, I was actually sent to test you, but I really don't have that talent. If, as the surveillance shows, you see a little bit of what's going on inside through the door and run away, then you've probably seen a little bit of the scene and seen how brutal the methods of the 'spells' are - now that you and your family can't stay here anymore, it may be very unsafe. ”

"Shunping-san, if you want to believe me, please come with me tonight and help us find the murderer; If you don't want to, ask your family to go to the police station and apply for security, and we'll spare people to protect you. ”

Yoshino Junhei was completely stunned, and the vague murder scene replayed in his mind. In fact, he had gotten lost since he came out of the bathroom, trying to open a screening room to see if there were any staff members in there who could ask for directions - and then he saw Nakata Shu, who had beaten him to a broken bone, flying sideways from his seat with a frightened face and hanging his head from his seat, as if he was about to breathe. Because of the angle, he didn't actually see the specific situation, only saw the light of the movie screen sprinkled in most of the room, and in the light, the shadows swayed, and it was a violent splash of blood, and ......

and nothingness.

How so?

If there is no shadow, then who is committing the murder?

It wasn't the pleasure of resentment and revenge, but a genuine open-mindedness that sustained him in his peace of mind during the days he had witnessed the murder: Yoshino Junhei didn't have the ability to fight violence with violence, nor did he want violence to fight violence, he didn't want his soul to be as ugly and dirty as those smashed. But the moment he saw Nakata, whose life and death were unknown, he figured out one thing:

He can't hurt the other party, but he can choose to die and not save him.

He doesn't have the right to judge another person's life or death, but he has the right to choose whether to harm himself and his friends, to save a rotten person who hurts and insults him, and his choice is no.

How to repay virtue with virtue? Give Shunhei Yoshino a hundred more chances to choose, and he will not hesitate and regret it, he has a clear conscience. But he didn't think about it...... I didn't think that this was not a simple campus homicide, but such a supernatural thing was involved.

Knotweed knew that because the police had completely blocked the information, Yoshino probably didn't see the final death of the three - so after thinking about it for a while, he finally took out the photo: "It's not something humans can do, Junpei." The power of the enchanter is so powerful that it must know that you see it—you have to hide. ”

Yoshino's face became paler and paler, and many fragmentary clues were strung together, but at this moment, he was completely worried about not himself, but his mother and friends:

"I had a friend with me that day—" He gripped Knotweed's wrist with anxious eyes, ignoring his shy personality, "I have to inform him too—"

"Really, Shunpei." Knotweed Yuhito was stunned: "Monitoring...... You've always been alone. ”

"The plan changes, Yoshino Shunhei family fingers, withdraw."

Qi Suo tapped his mobile phone to send a message, turned around to look at Guannanjing, who was sulking for a while, and sighed slightly and opened his mouth to give him a vaccination: "I'm sorry, baby, after leaving this time, I won't be able to go to school for a while." ”

The mobile phone vibrated non-stop, showing that the caller was "Shunping", and the action of Guannanjing sorting out the books did not stop. His textbooks are all very fresh, carefully written with notes, and a pleasing index sticker on the side, no matter how you look at it, it is the textbook of an ordinary serious child. In modern countries, the coverage of basic education is perfect, and no matter how bad a student's family background or conduct is, he or she can always complete compulsory education. But for a wandering soul like him, who is not human or cursed, going to school and reading has obviously become a luxury.

Although he knew that the situation was exposed and there was a reason why he let the spellmaster die, Guan Nanjing was still very irritable and justified: "Who is to blame for this?" ”

The tall man straightened his robe, sighed and walked to him, coming from behind: "Blame Mommy, it's all Mommy's bad-"

Is it the influence of the shell? This guy has been getting more and more sensy lately, it's disgusting. Guan Nanjing instinctively half-turned to his shoulder, but he was still hugged by the other party familiarly, as if he was familiar with how to hug him. A pleasant sigh from Xia Youjie's vocal cords, as if he was very happy about it. A warm kiss was placed on his forehead:

"But whatever you want to learn, Mommy will teach you, don't worry-huh!"

He was knocked to the ground by Guan Nanjing's fist, and most of his black hair, which was tied into a ball, was spread out on the wooden floor, covering his nose pitifully. If it weren't for the fact that he was almost twenty centimeters taller than himself, and he was as strong as a wall, it would have been another spell master who had studied boxing and fighting in depth when he was in the spell battle, and Guan Nanjing could still pity this beautiful shell, but now he was only irritable in his heart:

"Stop insulting mother! Who's going to be a mother like you as a prodigal man! ——”

He angrily put the game console into the storage box, slammed it into the box, and then was still angry, turned around and pounced on Qi Suo and raised his fist, but the dual factors of "the child should not hit his mother" and "this innocent face belonging to the poor spellmaster Xia Youjie should not be broken" made him calm down, let go of his hand, and just bit his lip and stared at him angrily, as if he wanted to penetrate the purple eyes, penetrate the changeable brain inside, and reach a certain ...... What truly belongs to him, the image of the mother.

But he couldn't find it.

No matter how he felt, the answer was: Kiss is a and isn't. This thing is so confusing, Guannan Mirror is caught in the gap between truth and falsehood, and he can't tell the road in front of him. The magic trembled for a long time, and he realized that he was riding on the other party ugly, and the other party's eyes were shaking inexplicably, as if it was not Qi Suo's eyes, but this body's, but how could this be?

A corpse is a corpse, it no longer belongs to oneself, it can only be used by others. Puppets with strings, caged birds.

Do marionettes deserve to feel sad, too? Do you want to take your life back?

His snow-white fingers pressed into the large expanse of cold black hair and curled up unconsciously, as if he was grasping at a piece of expensive silk that he couldn't grasp.

So he was silent and got up again.

"Why did you bring me into this world, you are such a terrible person who doesn't deserve to be a parent at all." Guan Nanjing sealed the box, turned his back to him and said, "I hate you." ”

"It's Saturday night today, and my vicissitudes of life have made themselves like this, I hate the world."

When Iiri Glass, wearing thick dark circles under her eyes and wearing gloves familiarly, walked into the medical room, Ijichi bounced her head out of her seat like a spring, and greeted her and explained the situation in a loud voice. The other party gave him a gentle look, hummed in reply, and nodded in recognition of his work.

Yi Dizhi suddenly felt that his head no longer hurt, his waist was no longer sore, he was no longer sleepy, his sunken cheeks were full again, he was no longer panting, his heart was almost not beating (no), and the whole person fell into a flowering state:

Home school sister! A school sister who not only heals other people's bodies, but also heals his soul!

In this garbage spell world that only knows how to squeeze low-level employees and look down on waste like him, and under the backdrop of a super bad boss like Satoru Gojo who has a personality like dung, it's simply an angel himself! Angel of angels!

Ieiri checks on the emergency treatment, removes the sutures, and uses the reversal technique to help Nanami heal the serious injury to his abdomen.

The other party's hairspray was drenched long ago, so the blonde hair was scattered in front of his forehead, much younger and more fragile than the usual look of a serious suit and leather shoes. The sorcerer's body functions are stronger, so the high fever after the injury is also particularly strong at this time, he seems to be burned, trapped in a nightmare, and has been moving his lips gently, as if he wants to call for help but can't make a sound.

Although her face was not obvious, and even seemed to be a little impatient, she was really greatly relieved in her heart, and even had a faint sense of prostration after being relieved:

Thankfully, this is an injury she can handle.

Thankfully, first aid caught up.

Thankfully, it's fine.

Lucky...... Lucky.

This emotion made her stare at Nanami for a while, as if this was the only way to confirm the vividness of life in the excess of death in her hands. Then she was stunned—it wasn't obvious when she was concentrating on the examination just now, but now she seemed to smell it, smell it......

She rolled up the other party's sleeve with a solemn face, it was too light to catch it clearly, so she slowly checked it little by little.

As soon as Idichi, who had fallen into a happy life, came back to his senses, he saw the angel of angels, who had never been kind to men, and the family was actually leaning over the chest of the tall and pale man on the hospital bed, sniffing something very intimately—

"Ahh

He screamed like a rabbit struck by lightning, took two steps at them, apologized, and rushed out in the opposite direction.

Iiri Glass shouted speechlessly outside: "I'm not in a colleague relationship-"

Distraught, she walked out of the room and slammed the door, lit a cigarette three times before succeeding, the lighter crackled and exploded, and then the only light in the silent corridor was gone, leaving only the clearly extinguished cigarette butts. She frowned and sent a text message to Gojo Satoru, "Gojo, is there anything I should know about it lately?" ”

Because she didn't expect an immediate reply, or was inexplicably anxious that she didn't know what she was asking, she just quit after sending it, put away her phone, but didn't go back to rest, just crossed her arms and looked at the moon and the huge pear tree outside the window, almost seeing herself as a stone sculpture.

The phone screen sank into the lock screen in her pocket, flashing like the flapping flame of a lighter. The screensaver is an old low-resolution photograph — three girls and five boys squeezed into the same shot very tightly, all wearing high-tech uniforms, smiling together at the screen.

In the lower left corner is Nanami Kento lying on the hospital bed in the house, but at that time he looked much thinner, and there were no wrinkles carved on his eyebrows.

Next to him stood a dark-haired boy, a little shorter than the other boys, about the same height as the glass, whose cheeks had not yet grown at that time, and who looked pale, as if he had some congenital deficiency. But he was born really beautiful, with black hair like mist, and long and smooth eyes, showing a ruthless and affectionate meaning.

It seems that a bright red mole was artificially drawn with the tip of Zhu Dan's pen, and the contrast on this plain white face is too strong, and it is really eye-catching and a little lingering, as if it is calling people to touch.