Clow is perfect

Jing felt as if he had had a long dream, dreaming of something very memorable, so that the moment he woke up, the reluctance to leave filled his heart.

But this kind of emotion is only for a moment. After fully waking up, it dissipates like white smoke, and there is no trace of it.

What did you dream about?

He was curious for a moment, but in the next second when his consciousness was about to wake up, he left this seemingly insignificant question behind.

When I was half awake, there was a huge sound of landslides and the heavy sound of rolling stones, and even included the roar of Atsushi Nakajima and the wild beast-like voice of unknown origin.

But the things he saw when he opened his eyes immediately occupied Jing's mind, so he had no time to pay attention to those voices for a while.

The person in front of him was familiar, a man with long white hair and red eyes, always a bit tired and uninterested, and the man who had raised him for a long time and called himself his father.

But this person was a stranger, after all, before this, Jing had never seen such a happy and excited look on the face of this self-sufficient man.

Those eyes that put nothing in them were looking at him intently and seriously at this moment, as if they were looking at an extremely precious treasure.

He heard Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's slightly relieved voice: "...you're awake. Don't worry, your wound has recovered."

"Yeah." Subconsciously replied in the mirror, a little confused about how he got out.

Then, in his astonished eyes, Bai Qilin, who had always been proud, lowered his head slightly, and said something he had never thought of before: "...Sorry, I miscalculated. The end of trusting the devil is to be backlashed by him. The second time was that I was too impatient."

"I also understand, no matter what, it's too risky to bet on you." His voice was low and hoarse, with rare uneasiness, "Jing, as long as you're fine."

For some reason, after saying this, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko slightly tightened his hand holding Kagami, as if he was worried about something.

Jing followed the strength and glanced at the wound, and found that it had indeed recovered.But at the same time, he also noticed that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's clean and white hands were now covered with burn marks and sharp weapon scratches.

He thought of the wind blades hovering around the light ball he was involved in, and the scorching energy emitted.

Did Mr. Shibusawa try his best to pull him back?

Because the supernatural power couldn't work on that supernatural power aggregate for a while, did you forcefully rush in and pull him back?

Looking at Mr. Bai Qilin whose eyes were gradually becoming melancholy, Kagami felt the strength of the arm and couldn't help sighing——I see, Mr. Shibusawa thought I would blame him.

"What an idiot." He stretched out his hand, and slowly and firmly embraced the man who looked like a silly father, "Mr. Shibusawa has indeed done many things wrong, and also caused many people to get into difficulties and troubles. To be honest, For now, you are also the boss that everyone wants to kill."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who was hugged, was a little stiff when he heard this, and felt that the next sentence was about to say that he would never see him again. He couldn't help but want to find a cage to lock the child up first, and then he heard the unexpected words: " However, Mr. Shibusawa never wanted to do anything to hurt me. Although I am indeed a little angry at Mr. Shibusawa for detaining me for no reason this time, from my standpoint, I have no right to blame you."

"And you have always tried to help me, and you have never asked me for anything regardless of the gains and losses. I think no matter what, I can't say to Mr. Shibusawa, 'You are really a heinous villain'."

"I can't ignore the people who treat me like this, so don't worry." The child who stumbled at the beginning promised smoothly, "Before you get forgiven by everyone, before you think you don't need me , I will accompany you."

"Children are a very heavy burden. If you want to leave me and A-Dun behind, you can't do it easily." Those beautiful light green eyes, with a hint of cunning and teasing, declared so.

This series of words made Shibusawa Tatsuhiko a little dazed. He was not sure if he understood the meaning correctly, but there was an unspeakable warmth and sourness surging in his heart, just like one afternoon, he received a message from Nakajima. A bouquet of flowers from Dun Cai, and the mood when I got a small bracelet made of mirror.

He is more joyful than when he gets any wealth and any power.

Softer than anything he was looking for.

What is this feeling that seems to calm down involuntarily?

Is it the happiness that the world seeks?

Shibusawa Ryuhiko slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and finally couldn't help but chuckled a couple of times - Bai Qilin, who despised these ignorant things the most, was finally defeated by such feelings.

However, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

The warm atmosphere between the two did not last long, but was broken by the constant roar from the side.

If you listened carefully, you could even hear the chattering voices of people who shouldn't be here: "...Really, I finally got through these troublesome things, and I wanted to see Uta, but I couldn't find anyone Yes. I originally wanted to get some clues from the small mirror, but who knew he was tricked into this kind of place."

The white-haired man kicked a huge stone into the air and smashed it at a Russian fleeing in embarrassment: "And there are international wanted criminals here, and the conclusions drawn from the cause and effect really make people want to do something. What are you going to get angry about?"

Fyodor turned around nimbly, dodged the stone that fell from the sky, and didn't answer, just running in the predetermined direction intently.

However, for a moment before his eyes, the man who was in the distance half a second ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, slightly possessed himself, and smiled: "Oh my little brother, I think you are a very suitable conversation partner, why don't we chat?" Let's chat? How about a manly, fist-to-fist kind of thing?"

Is this a supernatural power?or something else?

But no matter what it is, as long as he gets close, he has a chance.

The Russian, whose mind was turning faster than anyone else, calmly stopped, and smiled at the stranger who was obviously hostile, looking very polite: "But I don't think it's a good time to talk now, I'd rather There are other things to be busy with, so it may be more appropriate to let it go."

Huh?This person has quite a guts, and he can still laugh at this kind of time.

Gojo Satoru suddenly found it interesting, but he also guessed that some undisclosed cards gave the foreigner such confidence, and his awareness of vigilance was also raised.

He proposed again calmly: "Don't say that, it's rare that we meet here, isn't it the best time. Huh? Are you waiting for me to start first?" He gestured with a look of eagerness appearance.

The young man with black hair and purple eyes sighed, as if he accepted helplessly: "Okay, since you have kindly invited me, it doesn't make sense to always refuse. So how do you want to compare?"

"I'm still a legal person. I can't do things like killing people in public. Don't be so defensive." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "So it's better to keep it simple. As long as you take my punch and you're fine, then it's your turn." You, then it will be my turn, until one party can no longer stand up, how about it?"

This is a pretty good opportunity for Fyodor. As long as his supernatural power is activated, let alone a punch, the man will die the moment he touches it.

But he would not express such expectations, instead he frowned, as if he had been given a very unfair idea: "This is not suitable, physically, I am more likely to fall down, and I myself Just weak..."

"Oh yes, so what?" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted roughly.

The man who interrupted him smiled and said dangerous words very naturally: "In your current situation, you don't have any capital to negotiate with me. When you beat a mouse, people don't ask it, where did you start?" Is it better?"

A certain terrifying aura emanated from him, as if a terrifying beast was staring eeriely, enough to make most people silence on the spot.

But Fyodor is not an ordinary person. After his words were cut off, he roughly figured out what kind of character the person in front of him was, so he stopped entangled with the previous request and put forward a lower condition: "Well, at least please Let me shoot first, so that I have a chance to shoot, instead of you finishing with one blow."

Want to go first?Do you want to use that hole card?

In a sense, Wujo Satoru, who was rather arrogant, agreed to this request out of a mentality of gaining experience.

Fyodor made a pitiful sigh, gathered his strength, raised his arm, and smashed it hard.

The moment he touched it, he activated his supernatural ability, preparing to witness the downfall of this arrogant guy—successful!

One second, three seconds, five seconds.

The person in front of him was motionless, as if he hadn't suffered the slightest injury, and even twisted his muscles and bones, as if saying that he was not worth mentioning.

Five seconds was enough to confirm the facts. Fyodor didn't need to think too much to understand that his supernatural power was not working. Without saying a word, he turned around and started running.

Countless guesses flashed through his mind, and he quickly came to a conclusion—this man used something to block the supernatural power, so he failed.

"Oh, it's agreed that one person punches one punch, why are you playing tricks? This is not good."

The man's voice appeared behind him in an instant, followed by a heavy blow like being hit by a giant mountain, concentrating on a point behind him, easily crushing his bones, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood, Staggered and was knocked down.

... What kind of strange power is this, did you encounter a pure fighter?

One second before he lost consciousness and fell into a coma, Fyodor blurred his vision and realized that he might have provoked a rather difficult guy.

Jingyan watched Gojo Satoru dragging Fyodor, who was like a dead fish, coming over, and saw that he was still happily tying people aside after waking up, and rushed over by himself.

"Kyo-chan, why have you slept for so long, I'm so worried..." Before the white-haired overage child finished speaking, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stopped him.

"Who are you Kagami?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko's expression returned to his indifference, and he looked up and down at the man in front of him who seemed to be not very serious, looking dissatisfied, "How long have you known Kagami?"

Although I probably knew it before, this person is really Kagami's father, right?

This is the first time he heard the tone of communication between the bad boy and his son, and he always found it a little funny.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth: "I and Jing are actually married..."

"It's a friend." Inexplicably guessing that this guy was about to say something that would get beaten, Jing, who wanted to prevent the tragedy from happening, immediately interrupted him and gave him a look of "Be honest", but got a weird " Sorry" expression.

"This is a friend I knew before, Mr. Gojo Satoru." He gave up thinking about what that meant, and introduced them quickly, "This is my adopter, Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko."

"Five? I seem to have heard this name somewhere." Mr. Shibusawa suddenly remembered something, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became terrifying.

"Oh, maybe it's from the mouth of the mirror? After all, we have a good relationship, and that child quite... likes me." Wujo Satoru began to boast without guilt.

Subtle sparks splashed in their smiling faces.

After introducing the mirror, he didn't bother to care about the communication between the two, so he turned his eyes away, trying to find out where Atsushi Nakajima had heard the voice before.

Just when he saw it, the half-tiger Atsushi Nakajima smashed the supernatural puppet made by Fyodor with a punch, wiped his face, recovered panting, and met the eyes he was looking for, those pair of eyes The purple-gold eyes instantly lit up.

"King-chan!" Nakajima Atsushi didn't care about his exhaustion, and rushed towards the mirror in three steps and two steps.

When he came to him, he opened his arms and gave a big hug to his family members whom he had not seen for a long time: "Finally, I finally see you. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Living.

He thought he had grown up, and in front of everyone in the detective agency, he could say that he could wait, that he was not in a hurry.But once he really faced this person, he was still hopeless and wanted to cry.

Because this is someone who is more important to him than chazuke, more important than sunlight, so important that the stars are even slightly dimmed.

Jing was forced to take a step back by the impact, and after deeply understanding how heavy this yearning was, he gently patted the silver-haired boy on the back: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm still here, and I'm not hurt, don't be sad Ardon."

"It's not like that, I'm not sad." Atsushi Nakajima shook his head and wiped away tears, "It's a pleasure. I'm very happy to see Kagami again."

"So that's the case." Jingruo realized something and nodded, "I'm also very happy, A-Dun."

The two hugged each other quietly for a while, the silver-haired boy twitched a bit, but couldn't help asking: "Jing-chan, after this time, will you leave?" He knew that Jing-chan had his own affairs, but He still didn't want to experience such a long parting again.

If you really can't see each other for a long time, why not... "If you want to leave this time, can you take me with you?"

At least he can be with important people.

The light green-haired boy was silent for a moment, like some kind of judgment, which made Atsushi Nakajima's heart pounding and became uneasy.

Then Jing laughed "puchi", rubbed the hair of the silver-haired boy who was taller than him, and said jokingly: "A Dun is really childish, I thought I had grown up, but it turned out like this. You are the same as everyone in the detective agency." If you have an appointment to work, you can't just leave like this."

Then, under Nakajima's ashamed eyes, he said: "And I'm also from the detective agency, and I won't leave. After this time... I won't leave, never again, I promise you."

"Even if I have to leave someday, I will definitely bring A-Dun with me."

The man's resolute words gave Atsushi Nakajima courage, so he was willing to believe in this agreement, and he nodded firmly and agreed: "Well, we have an appointment!"

Gojo Satoru, who was debating with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko on whether a caregiver has the right to restrict children from going out for accommodation, saw the harmonious interaction between the two, and immediately became sour: "Mr. Shibusawa, this is wrong. Why are you stopping me?" , but don’t stop that kid, that’s not Jing’s true blood relative, but also one of the ‘male friends’ like me, right?”

"Hmph." Mr. Guardian avoided the question, snorted coldly and refused to answer directly.

"It's really not fair! Jing, your guardian is obviously biased, do you want to change it?" Gojo Satoru immediately yelled at the light green-haired boy over there, and also included a self-recommendation, "For example, someone who is handsome, The rich and the strongest..."

The mirror ignored him, he was looking up at a big show in the sky.

The supernatural aggregate transformed into a dragon roared, and fought with Chuya Zhongya, who was exuding a tyrannical aura. Accompanied by Chuya Zhongya's roar, huge building fragments and stones fell from time to time, smashing to the ground one after another. out of the pothole.

However, the battle seems to be coming to an end. Mr. Nakahara Chuya's physical strength has been severely reduced. He aimed at the head of the supernatural dragon and gave a heavy blow. Then something seemed to be punched out, and a The blue light instantly wiped out the supernatural dragon.

The people who came out of it and Zhongyuanzhong also fell slowly from the air, a little far away from them.

Kagami was a little confused about whether to help, after all, Mr. Nakahara Nakaya looked very tired, and it might be difficult to go back.

But he felt that maybe the person he was with was also a friend of Mr. Chuya Nakahara, so maybe there was no need to worry too much.

Before he could think about it, he heard Atsushi Nakajima, who also saw all this, exclaimed: "Mr. Dazai!" Then he hurriedly ran in that direction.

It seems that the other person is an acquaintance of Arden.

Kagami blinked, thinking how about going to help Mr. Nakahara Nakaya himself, and saw the PortMafia coming from a distance, obviously coming to support.

So he thought about it, and resolutely gave up the idea of ​​helping others. After all, mirrors and sleep are different, and Mr. Nakahara might hate him.

Things seem to be sorted out.

Then, the next thing is to deal with that guy.

Kagami took the initiative to go to Gojo Satoru and asked him to help move Fyodor to the trading shop.

"It's ok, but I was hurt by ignoring me just now..." The white-haired teacher covered his heart, as if complaining sadly.

"Sorry." Kagami expressed his thoughts sincerely, "but if I agree, Mr. Gojo, you will be severely beaten by my guardian. Mr. Shibusawa seems to be recovering his supernatural power now, and he is very Strong."

"Huh? It's not that I can't beat him, it doesn't matter..."

"It's very relevant." Jing refused categorically, "Because you are all my important people, it will be very difficult for me to fight, and I don't know which side to help."

The white-haired man who was slightly comforted by this sentence was still a little angry: "What, why am I tied with that uncle. You promised to give me a higher position, and I will help you, how about it?"

"No." Jing sighed, "You are already in a very important position, there is no way to be more important."

Gojo Satoru, who was pleased by this sentence again, agreed with a little joy: "Okay, I will help you. But after that, you and Kae will each go to play with me for a day."

It wasn't a particularly difficult condition, and Jing agreed without thinking too much.

So before the Supernatural Secret Service Division came to receive Fyodor, the devil had already been locked in the space created by magic, and it was temporarily unknown to everyone.

Of course, in addition to excluding Gojo Satoru, it is also necessary to exclude Mr. Detective who is too smart.

As soon as Edogawa Ranpo saw Kagami, he understood what happened and didn't say anything, he still ate potato chips slowly: "Well, since it's Kagami, let's do this first, and remember to take care of it afterwards."

"Yeah!" Mirror nodded and asked a strange question, "Mr. Ranpo, is it better to be a goldfish or a hamster?"

"Hamster." Mr. Detective didn't look up, "If it's a goldfish, maybe it will run down the sewer. But it's okay to try more."

"Understood." Jing nodded thoughtfully.

So that night, the mirror fulfilled the promise it had made a long time ago, and used [Substitute] to make the comatose Fyodor and a hamster switch bodies.

And thoughtfully prepared hamster running wheels and other sports equipment for him to ensure that he can get enough exercise 24 hours a day to improve his weak physique.

Presumably Fyodor would thank him when he woke up.

Looking at those rollers and small traps, Mirror thought confidently.

But these are all things for later, when Gojo Satoru gave away, Shibusawa Ryuhiko and Kagami hurriedly said goodbye.

Although he was deceived by the devil, on the surface all of this was done by Bai Qilin. If he didn't run away at this time, he would soon be captured by various forces in Yokohama and sent to the cage of a person with supernatural powers.

The best way is to get asylum from the officials who support Tatsuhiko Shibusawa's big killer first, and then slowly figure it out.

"Don't worry, I'll be back." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko gently touched the head of the mirror, with a bit of relief in his tone, "After all, we have made an appointment, and we must be forgiven together. Say goodbye to Aton for me. The child seems to have found I have found a pretty good home, and I can control my abilities."

"Well, I'll tell Aton. This time it's my turn to wait for Mr. Shibusawa." Kagami understood that this was not a farewell, "Take good care of yourself."

The man with long white hair smiled slightly at him, and his figure disappeared under the rising white mist.

"Huh? Has Mr. Shibusawa left?" Atsushi Nakajima, who dragged his senior over, couldn't find the guardian, and was a little confused.

"Well, he said that it is not convenient for him to show up for the time being, and he will come to us later." Jing leaned over and rubbed his bewildered face with a smile, "Cheer up, A-Dun. We are adults now!"

"I don't know!" Atsushi Nakajima replied inarticulately, he dragged the unconscious person hard to prevent him from falling, "Then, shall we go back?"

"Okay." Jing saw PortMafia's people starting to clean up the battlefield from a distance, and realized that there was nothing wrong with them, so he nodded and headed towards the detective agency together, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the person on your shoulder before. Are you an acquaintance of Arden?"

"It's a senior from the detective agency. I haven't seen Jing-chan before, but I told you about him."

"Oh, that's right. I don't remember much, sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for, it's not Kagami-chan's fault. Everyone will get familiar with it later."

"That's right, what's this man's name?"

"Dazai, Dazai rule."

"A rare name, ah, look, Arden!"

Probably by coincidence, there was a bright sun slowly rising in the direction they were going back, illuminating Yokohama, which had been shrouded in heavy fog all night, clearly and clearly, everything was gilded with gold and hope, as if welcoming a new life.

"The sun is up."

"Well. Does Arden know that sentence?"

"what?"

"The punishment for walking through the long night alone is to be the first to see the dawn."