The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

When the news of Xia Youjie's defection came, I was sitting on the steps of the old playground of the high school, staring at the distant sky in a daze.

That's right, it's the High School of Conjuration. It's been more than half a month, and I still haven't succeeded in moving out.

The house that I finally finalized, the landlord said to me apologetically later that a relative was moving in, so he didn't plan to rent out any more.

After that, I successively found three more flats that I was satisfied with. As a result, either the landlord suddenly fell ill, or he changed his mind afterwards and said that the house had been sold.

After going back and forth, it would be too insulting to my IQ if I don’t feel that someone is obstructing it—especially the lady owner of the last house, she was very embarrassed to refund me double liquidated damages, and then we She said that a handsome guy offered her a house at a price that she couldn't refuse.

Gojo Satoru, the answer is obvious, it is him.

Although this person disappeared again after Haibara's funeral, but this does not prevent me from guessing that he is preventing me from leaving the high school.

The sky and the earth are big, and I found myself with nowhere to go except the High School of Conjuration.

Kind of funny, right.

"Tell me about him, it's too annoying, isn't it, Huiyuan."

I muttered to the sky.

People are creatures that don't know how to cherish until they are lost.Thinking back to that cheerful boy with a baby face now, I often regret that I didn't chat with him more and tell him that Huiyuan is actually awesome.

The sun flower has lost its head, and a piece of the beautiful puzzle is missing.Recently, everyone in the high school has been silent for a longer and longer time. It seems that only at this time did everyone suddenly understand what the departure of their companions means.

"I know you definitely won't agree that Gojo Satoru is annoying, and you'll even praise him," I smiled at the sky, and whispered, "Actually, I've already discovered that Haibara is very good at discovering the good points of others*."

The breeze was blowing, and the surroundings were quiet. Of course, the boy who was gone would not echo my voice.

My answer was a message from Nitro.

Just received the notice that Xia Youjie slaughtered the village during the mission, killed more than a hundred ordinary people, and then disappeared.

……

…………

what?

what happened?

Xia Youjie?

Killed more than a hundred...ordinary people?

On the screen with black characters on a white background, I clearly know every word, but when combined, I can't understand it no matter what.

Xia Youjie, that gentle boy who wholeheartedly regards protecting ordinary people as his ideals and beliefs, you said he defected and I might still believe it for a million points, but he killed ordinary people, and it was a large-scale unilateral massacre?

It's a lie, it must not be true.

I closed my phone and ran quickly to find Nitro who had just come out of the classroom.

"It's true," Nitro's dark brown eyes looked at me quietly. When we met, before I could ask, he opened his mouth and said, "There is Xiayou's mantra that is filthy at the scene. It can't be wrong."

"More than that, he also killed his own parents."

The girl lowered her eyes and could only see the still mole of tears and slightly trembling eyelashes. She lowered her head and lit a cigarette for herself. , arrest Xia You as soon as possible, and any other conjurers, as long as they find Xia You who defected, they can be executed on the spot."

"Why, how could this be?"

I stared at Nitro in a daze: "Mr. Xia You, why... did he become like this?"

"I don't know," Niatz sneered lightly, keeping his head down, "Those two people, sometimes I think I understand it, and sometimes I don't understand it at all. What's going on? If you can meet Xia You, just ask him directly."

It was already late autumn outside, and the fallen leaves swirled and fell from the branches, and as far as the eye could see, it was all desolate.

That same night, I woke up screaming and sweating from my dream.

Even though he had opened his eyes, the scene in the dream was still replaying in front of his eyes repeatedly.The crushed limbs, the blood sprayed high into the sky, the two big boys who killed each other stubbornly refused to retreat, and were attacked by the magic spirit ambushing nearby, biting off most of their bodies, leaving only The solitary upper body fell down under the force of gravity and fell to the icy ground.

No, definitely not, Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie are so strong, they will definitely not encounter that scene, I am worrying unfoundedly, it is the shadow brought by Huiyuan's death that is causing trouble.

I kept taking deep breaths to comfort myself, but my trembling hands couldn't calm down.

That night, I kept my bloodshot eyes open until the sky in the distance turned white, and I didn't fall back asleep.

"Glass, what do you think will happen if Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu really fight?"

In the restaurant early in the morning, I asked my good friend next to me who had black eyes and who was obviously in the same situation as me last night.

"If it was before, the fight between the two of them would be about [-]-[-]," Nitzi replied, poking at the dumpling wrapped in bean paste on the dinner plate with his chopsticks, "As for now... Xia You has long since been unable to fight five."

At this moment, I suddenly didn't know what expression I should make.

The two people who used to be so close have drifted apart before they knew it.

After I got the answer, I thought that I should be able to sleep more or less tonight, but it turned out that just two hours after I closed my eyes, I woke up from the nightmare again.

This time, what I dreamed was the death of Nitrogen.

Before I could continue to comfort myself, in the next few days, I gradually couldn't sleep for two hours.I dreamed successively of Nanami Kento, Noctua-sensei, Mr. Yamada, 99 Yuki, and even the death of the bandaged boy who caught a glimpse on the streets of Yokohama.

Whether it is positive, negative, or neutral, as long as there is an impression in my mind, all of them will die in front of me in an extremely tragic way.

Until the last night, in the dream, I saw myself standing on the empty street, surrounded by a vast expanse, and I was the only one left.

Everything that I have in this world is gone from me.

Different from the previous nights, today, I cried and opened my eyes.

In the hazy sight, a familiar figure was standing quietly beside my bed, with blue eyes as clear as fine gems, and white hair shining brightly under the moonlight.

We looked at each other for a long time.

Then Gojo Satoru bent down and wiped the cold liquid off my face.

He put a small paper bag in his hand beside my bedside.

"Here's the passport and tomorrow's air ticket."

The white-haired boy's voice was clear and pleasant, as always, he said, "Don't stay in Japan, Tao Jiang, go back to China."