Conjuration Puppeteer

When Tachibana Yuta reminded Hanyu Tokuro that he was at the station, he was resting by the window of the car with half-closed eyes.

The gloomy sky was raining lightly and flutteringly, with a bit of coldness and dullness.Such weather also made Tachibana Yuta feel a little uncomfortable.

"Speaking of which, what kind of place is Tachibana-kun's hometown?"

The road to the village was even more remote than he had imagined, the cold and humid air made people quite uncomfortable, and the overly quiet surrounding also made Tachibana feel that something was wrong.

"It's usually very lively. Although everyone's ideology is mostly outdated, you also know that it is a small, remote and backward village after all, and the villagers are not bad in nature."

Tachibana Yuta wanted to try to say something to ease the atmosphere, but the effect was not as good as expected.

Han Yuzhu ignored him.He just slowly opened a black umbrella and walked steadily ahead, every step seemed steady and heavy.

He obviously looks like a thin and ordinary person, but the temperament exuding from his body is inexplicably reassuring.This also made Yuta Tachibana more convinced that the other party was also a member of the Taotie Society.

However, at a certain point, the silver-haired boy suddenly stopped his steps, his beautiful blue eyes widened slightly, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the umbrella handle turned white.

It should be here.

"There should be that village not far ahead...Well, your complexion doesn't look very good, is it okay?" Tachibana Liyu asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Hanyu Tokuro smiled,

"And instead of worrying about me, I think it's better for you to worry about yourself."

"what did you say--"

Before Tachibana Yuta finished speaking, he saw Hanyu Candle stretching out his finger and pointing not far away. At the same time, an extremely strong smell of blood came along with the rain.

Tachibana Yuta's face paled instantly.

Looking down from a high place, a rather tragic picture scroll of hell was printed in the eyes of the two of them.All of a sudden, there were screams, screams, and subtle cries mixed together, as if countless tiny needles stimulated the most sensitive cerebral cortex, and even the slightest resistance could not be done.

"If you want to escape, there is still time." Han Yuzhu glanced at the shivering man beside him,

"I remember you were brought in by Sakunosuke, right?"

"You, how do you know..."

"That's not something you should know." Hanyu Tokuro's tone was calm, with almost no ups and downs.

"For the sake of Sakunosuke, I can let you go, but if you don't leave now, if something happens later, I can't guarantee your safety."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Tachibana Yuta turned around and ran away in fright, even forgetting to take his luggage with him.

Seeing the back of the man running away, Hanyu Tokuro shook his head, casually threw the fan-shaped magic tool in his arms on the ground, and continued walking forward.

— that person is there.

Passing through the dying villagers, ignoring countless voices calling for help, Hanyu quickly came to the center of the village and stopped in front of the door.

Can't go wrong.

"Crack-"

The old door panel was slowly pushed open, and under the dim light, the black-haired man was facing him with his back. The familiar back figure and the familiar spell lingering around him made Hanyu Candle's thoughts even more certain.

"You still shot, Jay."

Han Yuzhu quietly looked at Xia Youjie who was standing in the backlight, but the expression on his face was surprisingly calm.

"Um. Sorry."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, Xia Youjie slowly turned sideways, a pair of black eyes filled with determination.

"I still did something that makes you feel pretty stupid."

"...Aren't you going to be sad? Goku and everyone will be very disappointed, right?" Hanyu Tokuro sighed,

"Although it's only been three years, I still like the process of getting along with everyone. Whether it's Enlightenment, Glass, or Teacher Ye Moth, everyone..."

"But you're not happy."

Xia Youjie's voice interrupted Han Yuzhu.

"You always smile, you always act like you want to blend in with everyone, and you treat every classmate like a friend, but Zhu never smiles sincerely."

Han Yuzhu was slightly taken aback.

"Ah... that's not accurate. It's not that Zhu has no sincerity at all, at least for you, you really really like Enlightenment, right?"

Xia Youjie looked away and sighed:

"After all, we have only been with you for three years, but Wu has been with you for nearly ten years."

Hanyu Candle:? ? ?

Wait, wait a minute, isn't the plot twisted to some weird place?Our problem is that you are not Gojo Satoru!What is going on with this weird and subtle jealous tone? ? ?

Sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Hanyu Tokuro took a step back slowly, but the door behind him was closed in the next second, and the vision in front of him instantly became dark, and at the same time, a certain sense of oppression also struck——

"I don't know why Zhu came to me...but since Zhu said that, it should be counted now."

"you--"

Before Han Yuzhu could open his mouth, he felt that someone seemed to be grabbing his wrist in the darkness, and in an instant, he almost pressed his whole body against the wall.

The action is too light.Hanyu Candle thought.

Obviously with Xia Youjie's physical skills, he could kill himself instantly.But the only overweight gesture he made to himself was more like a weary hug.

It's just that such a hug is too cautious, and it will dissipate like smoke with a little force.

Han Yuzhu didn't move, he felt that the other party's fingers were caressing his neck, just a slight movement could kill him.

But Xia Youjie will definitely not do anything.

"...You still remember that sentence."

Hanyu Candle sighed softly, allowing the other party to embrace him, like a strand of spider's thread caught by a fallen person. "

"You're right. To me, Enlightenment is indeed an irreplaceable person in this world. It's just that I don't know how to name that feeling, and I don't want to think too much about it."

The silver-haired young man stood on tiptoe, and gently hugged Xia Youjie back, his profile lightly pressed against the other's cold cheek, and the voice that filled his ears seemed to be a little bewitching:

"But I won't lie to Jie. Since I said that, I will definitely stand by your side."

The gentle voice fell slowly, and he quietly looked at the stunned young man, but turned coldly in the next second.

"But is all this really what Jay wants to do and see?"

"..."

Cold rain seeped through the old wooden ceiling and dripped onto the somewhat musty floor.

Xia Youjie was confused about his choice for the first time.

The person in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep. It would be better to say that he should have collapsed after a long journey.

If Han Yuzhu really wanted to stop him, Xia Youjie wouldn't be able to do it so easily now.

But he didn't even bring a magic tool with him.Obviously, he believed that Xia Youjie would never hurt him.

Hanyu Zhu is very strong, although he always looks weak, but he will never show his weak side in front of anyone.

But such a candle leaned to his side.

"My lord... where are we going next?"

One of the rescued little girls asked timidly.

where to go?

Ah...that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore.

"Follow me and leave." Xia Youjie replied flatly.

Because he said so.

No matter what choice Xia Youjie made, Han Shengzhu would always stand by his side.

I'm sorry, Wu, it seems that I still won this time.

……

[Responsible person] Xia Youjie, a third-year junior high school, five days after he was dispatched, 112 villagers died.At first, it was guessed that it was the work of the magic spirit, but after evaluating the remaining mana power, it can be concluded that it was the work of the mantra manipulated by Xia Youjie.

"This is impossible!"

A shocked expression appeared on Gojo Satoru's face, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails almost sinking into the depths of his palm.

"Let me repeat, Jie did kill all the people in the village, and it's very likely that... Zhu was also forcibly taken away by him." Noctua's expression looked complicated.

"This is a fan found not far from the village. It is definitely a magic tool left by Tokuro Hanyu. At that time, the situation may not be good for him, so Toki dropped the magic tool to remind us that he was taken away."

"why……"

Gojo Satoru leaned on the wall of the corridor, his back pressed against the wall, his eyes a little dazed.

Everyone was fine a few days ago.

Ming Mingjie also made an appointment to bring candles and glasses to a dinner party to relax after the task was completed.

Zhu must have sensed something was wrong with Xia Youjie before following him, but he didn't realize it.

If he could be more sensitive, detect something wrong with Xia Youjie, or follow up, wouldn't such a thing happen?

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and punched the wall with a fist.

Careless.

"The magic tool will be placed with you first. After all, that child Zhu has no relatives. Yuyu Shuichi is not at home all year round. The person he trusts most is you."

Night Moth handed the fan-shaped spell tool to Gojo Satoru's hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"He'll be fine, at least Jay shouldn't hurt him."

"……Um."

of course not.

He knew that Han Shengzhu would not abandon Xia Youjie, and with that person's character, he probably wanted to break Xia Youjie back from the wrong track.

No, to be precise, it cannot be regarded as a [wrong track], but a [track] that goes against Hanyu Toki's wishes.

Gojo Satoru has been with Hanyu Zhu for so many years, and he knows what Hanyu Zhu thinks better than anyone else.Different from his gentle and harmless appearance, Hanyu Zhu has a strong desire to control. He doesn't like things that exceed his expectations-this may be related to his growth environment, but during the time when Gojo Satoru was by his side, Also really noticed the characteristics of him.

Zhu is very smart, he knows what he should do.

For the young Wujo Satoru, there is no one more important than Zhu in this world, so no matter what the child does, he always indulges and chooses to be tolerant, and even becomes an accomplice.

But as he got older, he started to go overboard.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what method he used to control the others, maybe it had something to do with his technique, but Hanyu Zhu didn't say anything, and Gojo Satoru wouldn't ask.

He watched him kill the Hanyu family.

But he couldn't stop him.

Hatred is the most difficult feeling in this world, and that feeling will grow with time.

Hanyu Zhu hates the Hanyu family, and Gojo Satoru has always watched what they did.

So he didn't say anything.

But he didn't expect Hanyu Zhu to choose to kill them at all.

"I'm afraid Jie should be in a more dangerous situation than Zhu."

Gojo Satoru played with the fan in his hand, muttered to himself, and fell into deep thought.

That is a delicate fan-shaped magic tool. There are several slender needles at the base of the fan tail. Whenever Hanyu Tokuro uses the magic tool to attack, these tiny needles will pierce into his wrist and extract him. blood and create spells.

It must be very painful.

Hanyu Tokuro has been using magic tools since he was very young, so Hanyu Tokuro always hated training when he was young, and sometimes he would cry and tell Gojo Satoru that it hurts.

At that time, Gojo Satoru didn't know anything, and even said a lot of exaggerated words-until he saw the magic tool in Hanyu Tokuro's hand.

"Are you okay? Really, it's not okay to always show such an expression, you have to learn how Jay and I often smile~"

"It's not easy to make Wu obedient. You might as well look forward to the half-price matcha ice cream today."

"Why is only matcha ice cream half price?"

"Because the matcha from that store is really bitter, it has been unable to sell. I'm afraid only Candle Club likes it."

"Mr. Xia You, the friendship is over."

"It's so fast this time..."

……

It's all over.

Gojo Satoru withdrew the subconsciously extended hand.He finally came to his senses, and finally returned to the reality that was bitterer than the matcha in that shop.

Those days, after all, passed away.