Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

Bai Ci had a dream.

At first, he was not aware that he was dreaming.

The sound of the wind whistled in my ears, my whole body leaned back, and then lost weight.He felt like he was floating, or falling, he couldn't tell.

Lightning phantoms, like dream bubbles, flick of a finger.

He no longer floated, or fell, but came to a solid stop, heels on the ground.The water on the ground swayed, and his footprints also spread, spreading like ripples.The ground is like the water surface, and the water surface is a piece of whiteness, smooth as a mirror.

Then, this? Mirror-like smooth white water, nothing can be reflected, and it is still empty.

Bai Ci looked up, looked down, looked around from east to west, north and south, full of mantra, swung away all the time, and returned.Finally realized I was in the realm.

The domain is the inherent enchantment, powerful conjurers can develop their own enchantment, and in the self-enchantment, individuals have an absolute advantage.

At the age of 17, Bai Ci learned the complete field, but rarely unfolded it.There is no doubt about his power, and the concretization of words? The spell ability, smart people can play it well, so it is basically not necessary to use the field to control the enemy.

A world wrapped in thick white fog, fog everywhere.

Bai Ci realizes that this is his domain - [Empty Cicada].

Domain [Empty Cicada] - My heart is the world, and the world is nothingness.

It seems as if there is a hand of God, grabbing a handful of fine white sand and throwing it down, the fine white sand dances, in mid-air, every grain of sand is shining with golden light, and then combined together, the picture unfolds.

In the picture, Bai Ci saw the heavy rain pouring down, the huge raindrops hit the black umbrella surface, bounced out, and fell into the water in the depression on the ground.And the dark stagnant water reflects myself holding an umbrella.

In the picture, Bai Ci is holding a black umbrella, waiting with his colleagues around him.The colleagues around me moved their lips and talked, but couldn't hear clearly.A red lightning flashed in the distance and exploded rumblingly.

The red lightning scattered like branches, like a web of cracks, tore apart the entire black sky.

He and his colleagues hid under the low eaves of the alley with their umbrellas. The raindrops rolled down from the eaves and fell on the gray ground along the black umbrella surface.Bai Ci thought, what his colleague said on the screen, he actually heard clearly.Otherwise, why did he hold the umbrella handle tightly, clenched his fists so tightly, and even clenched his veins.

The lightning seemed to explode in the ear, and in a small pile of dirty dirt in the alley, an unknown flower bloomed, with five petals, big and yellow.Swaying alone in the rain.

A pair of feet passed by the nameless yellow flower, and then walked away towards the entrance of the alley.The colleague who was waiting at the entrance of the alley was relieved to see someone coming, but Bai Ci, who was also waiting, held the umbrella handle even tighter, and the umbrella surface lowered.

The umbrella was lowered, covering his eyes, only his lips were visible.His lips were tightly pressed together, but he didn't speak.He just grabbed another umbrella and stuffed it to the person.

Then, the umbrella goes up.

Bai Ci in the picture looks at that person, Gojo Satoru.He was holding an umbrella, and his soft white hair became limp from the rain.But it doesn't detract from his handsomeness.His icy blue eyes stared at the two in front of him, sweeping away indifferently.

It was a rare expression of indifference.

Offscreen, Bai Ci remembered.

At that time, his friend Matsumatomiki betrayed the high school of conjuration and joined forces with the curse master Xia Youjie to commit a crime.They were all students of the High School of Conjuration.One is a good friend of Bai Ci, and the other is a close friend of Gojo Satoru.

It was raining.

At the entrance of the alley, the High School of Conjuration sent someone to deal with the matter.Auxiliary supervisors filed in, and colleagues had already gone to help.Only the two of them stood, separating the rushing crowd, dividing them into two groups.And the two stood in place.

In the picture, he lowered the black umbrella to cover his expression, begging Gojo Satoru to go with the assistant supervisor.

The choices are brutal.This? It's a dilemma.Whether you choose to participate or not to participate, it is a kind of psychological delay.But watching the blade come down, there was no pain as imagined.

Gojo Satoru just stood, staring at him quietly with icy blue eyes, then raised his hand and touched Bai Ci's head.

Then, the screen returns to darkness.Then, the cicadas made a loud noise.

The silent picture ushered in the sound.The chirping of cicadas in summer is disturbing.

The cicadas sing like the sun, suddenly far and near.Mottled tree shadows sprinkled on both sides of the road and on the black tombstones.Using a wooden spoon to fill a ladle of clear water, Bai Ci raised his hand and poured it slowly from the tombstone, the dry dust was wet.

He picked up the white towel beside him, squatted down, and wiped the tombstone meticulously.The photo on the tombstone is a young girl with a smile like a flower.The tombstone is engraved with her birth date and death date, and then engraved with six characters of her beloved daughter Matsubara Nozomi.

She lived and existed.Only ten or sixteen years.

Standing behind was a middle-aged couple, well dressed, the man hugged the woman who was covering her face and crying, her eyes were also glowing red.Finally, after Bai Ci finished wiping the tombstone, the men spoke out their plans, and Bai Ci just listened silently.

And then, the trail of clouds and mist brought up by a group of planes across the sky.The parents of the Songyuan brothers and sisters couldn't bear the blow of losing their children, so they chose to settle abroad.

Under the blue sky, Bai Ci squatted in front of the tombstone of Hope Songyuan, propped half of his face with his hands, pursed his lips and did not speak.Behind him, Gojo Satoru walked slowly.

The slender figure covered the crouching Bai Ci.Gojo Satoru, who was wearing glasses, called him.Bai Ci didn't move.

In the end, Gojo Satoru pulled and dragged, dragged and hugged Bai Ci halfway up, and pulled him up like a radish in the dirt, and then pulled him away.

The chirping of cicadas replaced all other sounds.Wujo Wu took Bai Ci's hand and walked forward, finally reaching a three-way intersection.

The sun shines, falls on the ground, and flashes into a vast expanse of whiteness, making it difficult to see the way forward.At the corner of the three-way road, the mirror that helps the vehicle turn, and the protruding lens, reflected the silhouettes of the two of them, a small black spot, which was quickly elongated.

Looking in the mirror, two long and thin black shadows stood at the intersection where the intersection started.

Before turning into a monster, Bai Ci uttered in the screen, and the entire silent film segment ushered in the first round of words.

"Is life always this cruel, Wu?"

Then, he heard the strongest conjurer reply in an unprecedented gentle voice: "It has always been like this."

"—Before you play the dialogue in "This Killer Is Not So Cold" next time, remember to wear a lolita outfit."

The last sentence almost twisted Bai Ci's nose in anger.

The screen went black again.

When lit, there is only one picture.

Gojo Satoru had blood on one palm.He looked at the palm.His eyes were tied with white bandages, without any expression, he just looked at the blood-stained palm.

The strongest is also a road of killing.

The picture was still, and then countless voices came out.

No need to listen to Baici, he knew it came from the group of damned corrupt upper-class old men in the magic world.They go on and on to prove that many sacrifices are for the majority.

Gojo Satoru just listened, staring at the bloody palm.The white bandages fell one after another, like a butterfly's chrysalis peeling off its wrapped shell.His ice blue eyes were unwavering.

Gojo Satoru never listened to those lies, he chose to get rid of the curse spirit and stand on the human side.He chose to preserve himself, and humanity.

At the intersection of three forks, he walked towards one of them.

Then--

"Sooner or later, he will? Like you, walk this? Road." A voice said.

Gojo Wu moved his eyes slightly, and opened his mouth: "Liuli is not me. He will choose his own path."

The last picture is the classroom.

The classroom windows are wide open, and cherry blossoms are flying.The book was flipped, and then there was a voice reading the text in a low voice.

"Don't walk behind me because I might not? lead the way; don't walk ahead of me because I might not? follow; please walk by my side and be my..."

The word "friend" is written at the end of the book, and those who study still feel that it is not enough, so they pause for a long time.Then read it again.

"Please walk by my side and be mine..." The voice was even lower, almost inaudible.

"..." Outside the screen, Bai Ci was sure that the person in the screen had said two words.

The plum red snake wrapped around the beating heart, then showed its fangs and bit Bai Ci's heart.

The white light was bright, as if it was dawn.

Bai Ci woke up and found himself lying on the bed.

Looking around, there is a vertical cabinet-type air conditioner in the corner, a lush vine-like plant standing next to it, a Memphis-style desk with bold and interesting geometric shapes and colors, double-row wine refrigerators, and wool carpets on the floor.

It was my dormitory room in the college.

A window not far away was opened, the wind blew the curtains, and the daylight outside the window was bright.The phone is ringing.

After sleeping for a long time, his body was tired and tired. He covered his eyes with one arm to block the light from the window, and fumbled for the ringing mobile phone with one hand. After finding the mobile phone, he finally answered the call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Bai?" The foreign language, strong London accent, and Mr. Bai's former pseudonym all made Bai Ci vigilant.

He immediately sat up, lifted the quilt, put his hands on the mattress, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am John H. Watson from England," said the other briskly, unguarded.

"It was Officer Lestrade of the London Police Department who asked me to contact you." Bai Ci understood.

A few days ago, police officer Lestrade of the London Police Department sent an email, saying that a detective was found there to investigate the matter and told him not to intervene.At that time, Bai Ci went directly to the chief of the Metropolitan police to put pressure on him.

This? But there are clues about the sea of ​​undead cursed by his eyes, and there is no way to make him stop.

When I called today, Bai Ci thought he was looking for trouble, but he heard John say: "This call is to continue to cooperate with Mr. Bai to bomb the bomb case."

It turned out that the detective Lestrade was looking for was involved in another vortex and unfortunately died, so he had to ask the related person Watson to continue the investigation.It was difficult for Watson to sort out the bomb attacks all over the country by himself, so he finally chose to find Bai Ci's contact information from Lestrade and cooperate with him.

Profit continues to be profitable.Bai Ci took out his clear mind of doing business, and pondered: "I have marked the location of each case, the method, the bomb material and its source here. I don't know what price Mr. John paid."

After some bargaining, Bai Ci got a promise from John to help him find the Sea of ​​the Dead.He doesn't care about clearly marking what he wants, because the other party who works for the official will only be more anxious than him.

After getting the promise, Bai Ci promised to send the relevant information soon.There was a knock on the door.

After a few more words of politeness, Bai Ci hung up the phone, got out of bed, raised his voice and said to the door to wait a moment.Then changed clothes, went to the door, and opened the door.

It's Fu Heihui.

"It's Fu Hei." Bai Ci smiled, "What's wrong?"

Fu Heihui's face was solemn, his eyes were fixed on Bai Ci for a moment, his appearance was reflected in his slender eyes, and then a gleam of light rippled in his eyes, faintly showing traces of sadness.

"Senior." He called out, then his chest rose and fell, he took a breath and held it back.

As if he couldn't hold it back, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Yidizhi asked me to tell you that a student died, and there is a need...to write a report."

His breath suddenly became short again.Looking at the anxiety on his face, Bai Ci realized something.

If it's just a student who died, no matter how emotional a person is, he wouldn't lose his composure in front of an unfamiliar senior.As for Fu Heihui, he has always restrained his emotions, but now it's abnormal, probably because he knew the dead person.

And most likely, he witnessed that person's death with his own eyes.Otherwise, I won't be able to suppress my emotions.

There are many cases where students in the same grade go on missions together.And the upper class is the most afraid of Su Nuo, the king of curses. Su Nuo's container is... the first-year Knotweed Yuren.

"Fu Hei." Bai Ci called him with a solemn expression.

Before Fu Heihui responded, Bai Ci embraced him with both hands and hugged him hard.Then tell him, "It's not your fault. Rather, it's us adults who are too cruel to ask you to convey this fact to me."

Fu Heihui had a delicate mind and understood that Baici had guessed the truth.He raised his hands that were hanging down slightly, trying to hug Senior Bai Ci back in front of him.

However, he didn't move his hands, he just buried his head on Bai Ci's shoulder.The voice came muffled.

"It's me, it's me... I want to tell Senior about this?"

As for why, Fu Heihui didn't know.Intellectually, he doesn't think Bai Ci is the kind of senior who can comfort others.However, now he buried his head on Bai Ci's shoulder and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, there was a whimper.

Then, he hugged Bai Ci tightly with both hands, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

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The underground park--the corpse--outside the room.

The incandescent lamps in the corridor cast a pale and pale light, like a spirit-calling banner.

After comforting Fu Hei, Bai Ci put on his sunglasses and went underground.According to Fu Heihui, Wutiaowu Glass and the others are in the room where the corpses are kept.

Thinking of the ten or fifteen-year-old Knotweed Yuren lying here coldly, Bai Ci's heart felt miserable.Knotweed is ten or fifteen years old, and Hope is ten or sixteen years old. The young and fresh life is like a flower, and it is always passing away, which makes people sad.

Walking to the door, he was about to open the door and enter.He heard Nitrate mention his name and say something.

Then, there was Gojo Satoru's cold voice.

"Then I, really will? Kill them."

The author has something to say: Regarding Watson in the Sherlock Holmes series, an overhead background is used.The main purpose is to draw out the protagonist Moriarty in "Moriarty Worrying about the Country", so it will not involve Sherlock Holmes, the real protagonist of the Sherlock Holmes series.

As for this period of time in the article, Holmes is in suspended animation =W=.

According to the background time of "Moriarty Concerned about the Country", it was at the end of the nineteenth century.The timing is wrong... In order to let Moriarty, the crazy beauty with blond hair and red eyes, appear on the stage, readers, please forgive me for making the background blank!

Hey, I went to spend Christmas secretly, so today's update is a little bit late.

I hope my dear little angels can understand~ Merry Christmas everyone~

Oh, by the way, I fell asleep after sending out Christmas red envelopes last night. I logged into the background today and saw that ten red envelopes have not been paid yet...

Little angels, how early did you go to bed... Or, my article has nothing hot and worthy of your comments, teary eyes...

But anyway, I would like to thank the readers who took the time to read my article during Christmas!

And strictly speaking, today is the Christmas update, so I plan to send a chapter red envelope.The first ten readers who leave a full score in this chapter will all have a red envelope.

PS. Recently, because the current charge exploded, I was so busy that I almost dreamed that I was bald. I didn't have time to write a small theater, so I will write it when I have time.