The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

"Five Enlightenments?"

In the warm morning, I stood in the corner of the coffee shop, holding the note I just got in my hand, and whispered the name on it.

There was a short pause, and a sudden palpitation came out, grabbing my mind.

I patted my left chest and found myself feeling a little out of breath.

what happened?

Cardiopulmonary function begins to decline at a young age?

I supported the back of the booth and sat back slowly, took a sip of the hot juice on the table, took a long breath, and was surprised to find that it was all right.

What the hell, it's weird.

I lowered my head for no reason, glanced at the note in my hand again, and read: "Wujo Wu."

This time, nothing happened.

Sure enough, it was just an accident.

I patted my cheeks, let myself ⑵ be distracted, saved the phone number on the note into the phone address book, put it back in my pocket, and started to clean up the table.

Those so-called magic spirits and conjurers are too far away from my ordinary life. I just hope that the string of phone numbers will never come in handy.

Thinking about it this way, I forgot what happened this morning and concentrated on my work.

After getting busy, time always flies very fast. In a blink of an eye, it was already dark outside.

When I finished clearing the last table and came out of the back kitchen, I heard Azusa Enomoto in front of the counter suddenly let out a small "Yeah".

"Taojiang, there is a very good-looking little brother at the door."

She whispered playfully and motioned me to look out.

I looked in the direction that Azusa Enomoto pointed, I was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled in surprise.

"It's someone I know, Azusa-chan."

As I said that, I took off my apron, walked to the door of the coffee shop with light steps, opened the door, and the young man in a sand-colored windbreaker. up? "

"Good evening, Mr. Lin."

The half-length hair of the person standing at the door swayed gently in the wind, and the night lights were reflected in the iris-colored pupils, with a special kind of quiet beauty: "Today's field location is very close to here, so it's rare to drop by, so Here we come."

"That's it."

I nodded, although the other party was just dropping by, but it was the first time I was visited, and it would be false to say that I was unhappy: "By the way, has Mr. Dazai eaten dinner?"

"Not yet," Osamu Dazai shook his head, blinked at me, and asked back, "Did Mr. Lin have dinner today?"

"Just waiting to eat when there are no customers."

The cafe includes lunch and dinner, so in the past, I would take food home for Osamu Dazai after work - you know, this guy is the kind, if you don't stare at him to eat, he might just take the meal away if you don't stare at him The hungry type.

"Then let's go together. When I came here, I saw a newly opened Chinese restaurant. Do you want to try it?"

The young man suggested with a smile.

"No problem! Wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"

When it comes to eating, it is still my favorite Chinese food, and I am instantly refreshed.

I took out my phone to check the time, and after making sure I didn't leave early, I hurried back to the counter, took my bag and coat, and said goodbye to Azusa Enomoto with a meaningful face.

Amidst the melodious sound of wind chimes, I pushed the door open again and went out, only to see the young man waiting for me holding a piece of paper with a somewhat familiar shape and looking at it.

"Lin Jun, what is this?"

Looking at me with slightly curved eyes, he added curiously, "It fell out of your pocket just now."

At this moment, I don't know what happened, very inexplicably, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

It's like secretly doing bad things behind the back of an ambiguous object, and was discovered by others before hiding his tail.

Bah bah bah, what did I do?I obviously just saved a stranger's phone number, okay? !

I slapped those strange thoughts away in my brain, put on a normal expression, and said, "This is a long story, it was given to me by Mr. Qihai, who I just met, and it is said that he is a very powerful magician." ..."

So and so, after an explanation, my mouth was dry.

"Well, that's what it is."

The young man nodded and answered with a smile. He returned the note to me and chatted with me about the interesting things in today's case.

The other party didn't ask about the note again, and I didn't mention it again.

After all, it's just a small thing, isn't it?

***

⒘ Things that go crazy always come unexpectedly.

Two days later, I mustered up the courage to use my mobile phone and opened the address book.

Then, he dialed the number named "Wujo Satoru".

... The matter started when Dazai Osamu came to visit the class and we met for dinner.

On the way to eat a frustrating Japanese-style Chinese meal that day, Osamu Dazai answered a phone call, said that there was something urgent, and left.But I could only go home alone, stroked the cat alone, didn't even drink milk before going to bed, and went to bed tired and hunchbacked.

Accustomed to the life of two people under the same roof, suddenly returning to the sample school in the past will feel that the home is extraordinarily quiet and empty.

I couldn't fall asleep, so I got up and looked for things to do, only to find out the silver hand wooden box at the bottom of the drawer.

The moonlight was so bright that the light bulbs above my head seemed to light up. I suddenly thought, if I entrust the detectives with extremely high density in Yokohama to help me investigate this wooden warehouse, maybe I will find something.

Adhering to the concept of doing one job without laboring two masters, after some consideration, I finally visited the Armed Detective Agency with a souvenir and the handle wooden warehouse.

Osamu Dazai has been too busy to see anyone since he sneaked out for dinner that day. The 31-year-old baby-faced Ranpo-san accepted my commission and gave me an affordable friendly price.

Then he not only told me that the real identity of this wooden warehouse is a magic tool, but also told me that the original owner of the magic tool should be in Yokohama.

Curse equipment, a special weapon for conjurers, can kill a child with one knife.

According to preliminary estimates, this gun should be at least tens of millions.

It turns out that I have been carrying a huge sum of money [Maomao Shocked.jpg].

"I can't deduce more specific information at the moment, but I'm sure I'll be fine if I go out and circle around. You know, Mr. Ranpo is the most powerful detective."

The "big boy" who squinted and ate French fries calmly told me that he didn't want to go out today, so he will give me an answer tomorrow.

I held the idea that supernatural powers are amazing, and after an infinitely long wait, I received the news.

Ranpo boss found out that the owner of the wooden warehouse is indeed in Yokohama, but the wooden warehouse has been sold by him for more than ten years.

[The person who bought the wooden warehouse is called "Wujo Wu", you know this person, right? 】

Although it was a question sentence, the other party used a period at the end.

It can only be said that the supernatural ability is really amazing ==.

The above is my experience in the past two days, and it is also the reason for my ⒖ address book to make this call.

Who exactly is Gojo Satoru, what kind of answers will he give me, and what has the other "I" experienced as an ordinary person?

Questions swirl in my mind, and I hold my breath to listen to the voice on the receiver.

The signal might not be good where the other party is, and it took a long time to hear the notification that the call was successful.

I was overjoyed.

however……

"beep--"

click.

[You are on the call, please dial again later. 】

I:……

It was hung up.