The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

It is known that you have something that is said to be very expensive and special in your hand. After you crossed into a parallel world, you already had it as soon as you opened your eyes, and it was cherished and protected closely.

At this moment, a person of the opposite sex who fits your aesthetics very well and can also cause strange throbbing comes to your door and tells you that it is a gift from him to his ex-girlfriend... May I ask what do you think?

——Gosh, did the "I" in the past have such a relationship with the other party?

The above is the only thought left in my mind after some brainstorming against those blue eyes with an inexplicable expression.

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So this is, being approached by another "me"'s peach blossom debt?Or in the state of being out of single?

"That, Mr. Gojo..."

Looking at the white-haired young man, I was a little surprised and cautiously asked for confirmation: "May I ask your ex-girlfriend, how is she doing now?"

God, look at my question, I'm not good at all, if he just replied "I'm out of singles and sitting in front of me", how should I respond in an awkward and decent way?

As a person who actually hates trouble, especially in the face of such a situation that has not been dealt with yet must be dealt with, just thinking about it makes my scalp numb.It's a pity that I can't take back what I said, so I can only bite the bullet and wait for an answer from ORZ.

It was raining lightly outside, and the sky was very overcast. The lights in the store gave people the illusion that day and night were reversed.

On the girl's fair and delicate face, there were surprise, hesitation, curiosity, as well as avoidance and alienation hidden in the clear eyes.

Like a frightened and vigilant little rabbit, it seems that if something goes wrong, it will immediately turn around and run away without looking back.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the surroundings were panic-stricken.Gojo Satoru looked at her for a long time, then lowered his eyes and laughed.

"She's gone abroad."

He shrugged and replied in a somewhat casual tone, as if the person he was talking about had long since had nothing to do with him: "For nearly 12 years, we have never been in touch again..."

In the bright eyes of the girl who quietly receded vigilantly, the smile on the lips of the white-haired young man grew bigger and bigger. He picked up the coffee on the table without adding sugar, and drank it in one gulp without any pause.

The muffins on the table were still warm, he stuffed one piece into his mouth, and then, when he swallowed the food in his mouth and spoke again, even his tone gradually became light and casual.

"This wooden warehouse was given to her by me. Don't look at it as a spell tool, it's actually a consumable. It's been more than ten years, and it probably can't be used anymore. That's why it was sold. I don't know how many times it has changed hands. By chance, it fell into the hands of...Miss Lin."

In the last half of the sentence, with a clear voice, he said softly, "Miss Lin, can I have a look at the wooden barn?"

……

The crisp and pleasant wind chimes sounded, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the sound of pattering rain penetrated into the ears instantly.

In the steamy wind blowing towards my face, I leaned forward and bowed to the tall white-haired young man: "Thank you very much for helping me repair the hand wooden warehouse, Mr. Gojo."

"Just a little thing."

The other party didn't take my umbrella, but stepped into the rain calmly like this. Before hitting him, the rain was blocked by some kind of transparent barrier, forming a hazy film.

Even through the rain curtain, those special blue eyes are still clear and easy to see. He opened the sunglasses and put them on, facing me sideways, and said in a big tone: "If you encounter things related to spells in the future, you can always find me. I."

A gust of wind blew by, and the drizzle was blown upside down. The young man's white hair without a trace of blemish moved with the wind. At this moment, his handsome appearance was clearly that of a big boy who had just grown up.

I always feel as if I have seen a similar scene before.

The scene in front of me suddenly made me a little dazed.

And in my eyes, I saw the "big boy" leisurely with one hand in his pocket, raised his chin, and the infinite youth smiled at me vigorously.

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful the curse spirit is, it will not be a problem in front of me."

"Because I'm the strongest," he said.

***

Go back to half an hour ago.

In a certain 5-story corner building, a young man in a sand-colored trench coat pushed open the wooden door with the sign "Armed Detective Agency" and complained in a drawn out voice.

"It's too bad, this weather! The soles of the shoes are muddy, sticky, disgusting!"

Osamu Dazai hung the umbrella by the door, walked into the cubicle listlessly, and lay down on the sofa.

"Mr. Dazai came early today."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was clearing the table, said with a smile.

"Because I couldn't sleep because of the noise of the rain!"

Dazai casually took a magazine on the coffee table and covered his face: "Ah——Sure enough, sleeping during working hours is the best feeling, Atsu-kun, I'll rest for a while, even if you have something to do, don't call me."

Atsushi Nakajima: ...

Well, after all these years, he has gotten used to it.

The big silver-haired boy continued to clean up as usual, greeted everyone who came in, made hot drinks for Izumi Kyoka, who was on her period, and comforted Kunikida-senior who was furious when he learned that his partner was slackening work again, as well as the grown-up onlookers who were still sticking to each other every day. The Tanizaki brothers and sisters who went in and out together.

Everything is the same as every day in the daily detective agency, until the hour hand points to the number 10, the senior Ranpo in the detective uniform yawns and pushes the door in, his eyes sweep over the man who is lying on the sofa and pretending to be dead, with a bandage around his neck. In youth, there is a sudden pause.

"Eh?"

The squinted eyes of the baby-faced "boy" opened slightly, revealing a touch of translucent green. He tilted his head and asked nonchalantly, "Has it already appeared?"

"Yes."

Raising his slender and beautiful hand, he took the book away from his face. There was no trace of sleepiness in Dazai's kite-colored eyes, but he just looked at the other party with unclear meaning, and asked, "Will there be old problems?"

"Very likely," Edogawa Luanpo nodded, affirming, "But none of this will affect you, Dazai. Do you really want to solve it? Obviously, it would be very convenient to take the old route."

"He is him, I am me."

Dazai smiled, and covered his face with the book he had taken away again, while Ranpo nonchalantly ran to his seat to pick up some snacks.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

In the Polo Cafe, the girl in an apron touched the small wooden box she was wearing next to her body, and greeted the blond man who had just entered with vigor.

"Amuro-kun, long time no see, did you go out smoothly?"

Amuro, who was standing up the umbrella, was stunned for a moment. He seemed to realize that there were other people in the coffee shop. He raised his head and looked at Lin Tao for five or six seconds, and finally showed an expression of remembering.

"It's Mr. Lin, long time no see."