reversal impulse

Rust mixed with a strange stench poured into this space.

There was a greasy sound from behind, and layers were crushed together in the closed and narrow passage.

Jia Ruozi glanced out of the corner of his eye as he fled quickly, and caught sight of the alleyways that were constantly covered in rust red.

The gray-green moss on the wall is covered by ugly tissues that secrete unknown mucus, something like a domain is constantly eroding this space.

—something was chasing him.

He didn't even see the monster's appearance clearly, nor did he perceive any spell power.

The long-term insomnia during this period caused his state to be quite bad. The strenuous exercise during his escape in the middle of the night led to hypoxia, and Nitzi had to open his mouth to breathe.

The mobile phone has no signal, and no matter where he goes, there is no sign of living people. It is not even known how he escaped from his home and appeared in this strange street and was continuously hunted down.

What the hell is going on!

Cursing secretly in his heart, he escaped into another corner, unfortunately, this is a dead end.

When he was panting heavily and gritted his teeth and wanted to exit, Scarlet with a strange organization had already chased here.

The heartbeat continued to accelerate, and the eardrums also rumbled.

Was he attacked by a curse spirit?Or is this the spell of the cursed master?

But now it was too late to think about these things, Niatz's eyes were fixed on the corners eroded by shadows.

First he saw a pulsating tentacle, then flesh without skin texture as the tentacles tugged.This pile of disgusting creatures that don't know what is glued together gradually piled up until it blocked the dim streetlights and the only half of the waning moon left.

The only exit was blocked by a monster with a smell worse than sewer swill!

It slowly reveals the whole picture, but in an instant, a tentacle sticks out.

When the sticky touch climbed up his ankles, Jia Ruozi only felt a horrifying sensation pulling him up along the back of his spine, and the palms soaked in cold sweat began to brew magic power.

"■■, ■■■■■——" The mouthparts of the monster made a physiological nauseating sound.

***

"And then? Did you faint from fright?"

This childlike curious sentence made Jia Ruozi raise his eyelids, he looked at the white-haired young man lying on the side of the hospital bed with his head tilted, wondering how much effort it would take to kick him off the chair.

The black-haired young man standing behind the chair kicked the leg of the chair and warned, "Don't make any noise in the hospital, Wu."

The two young people listening to the ins and outs by the hospital bed are the only two classmates of Nitrogen in the high school, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie.

Niatz moved his finger, and the intravenous infusion needle slightly hit the wall of the blood vessel in the blood vessel. He didn't even look at it, and raised his hand to hook the rail tube two or three times before pulling it out.

A thin line of blood was pulled out, and the pinhole on the back of the hand was instantly healed under the healing effect of the inversion technique. At the same time, the treated knife wound on the palm was also healed.

Knife wound...?

"Why did I have a knife wound?" He squinted his eyes, and the speed of the intravenous injection caused the blue blood vessels on his hands to protrude slightly, which was a bit hideous against the backdrop of his fair complexion.

Nitro's puzzled eyes slowly turned to the two classmates.

At this glance, Wu Tiao Wu looked like a furry cat, and he leaned back against the back of his chair and began to protest: "Could it be that Jie and I gave you a knife while you were lying down! Really..."

"Nonsense." Xia Youjie answered.

"That's right! Mess around!"

Nitro thought to himself that you have a lot of imagination, so he stretched his wrist and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"Because your immediate family members couldn't be contacted, the hospital came to us. There was a contusion on the head. To be precise, it was a mild brain contusion, epidural hematoma, and a slight skull fracture...you healed all of these by yourself."

Xia Youjie put his hands on the back of the chair, showing a little smile, "Wu stopped the doctor from allowing you to operate, and the hospital almost called the police."

Naruto glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was looking proud, and nodded: "Indeed, it would be the worst case if you remain in a coma due to surgical complications, thank you."

Xia Youjie continued to add: "College students jogging in the morning saw someone lying on the green belt beside the street. You are unconscious, holding a fruit knife in your hand - the other end of the blade, the wound on the palm should be left at that time of."

"And it's very unlucky." Gojo gloated after Xia You finished speaking, "That college student didn't know the common sense of first aid, so he helped you up and shook you a couple of times—you should go out of the hospital and buy a loto. According to the law of conservation of luck, you might be able to Jackpot."

Jia Ruozi looked at his hands again.The place where there should have been a deep and visible bone wound is now smooth and clean, without half an inch of wound or scar.

"I don't remember holding a knife." He frowned, "I don't remember why I fainted."

Jiarui Nitro's recent memory has been getting worse and worse.

The problem of insomnia became serious, he went to see a doctor humbly, and after getting the conclusion of "excessive psychological pressure", Nitro threw all the medicine prescribed from the hospital into the trash can.

"You said..." Nitro paused.

"what?"

He lowered his eyes and said after several silences, "No...it's okay."

"Could it be that you have injured your brain and haven't healed yet...".

Gojo Satoru's sitting posture was loose, and he sat upright a little before Glass was about to punch him blankly.

"Okay, remember to mention any help you need." He pointed to himself, then pointed to Xia Youjie, and said to himself, "It's normal that Jie and I are not as good as me, don't feel inferior, Nitro."

The punch finally arrived as scheduled, although Gojo Satoru easily blocked it with his hand.

"Your hands are too cold." Wutiao looked at the expressionless patient, as if he had discovered some great event, and sighed, "Brother Nitrate, you are still scared."

He leaned closer and asked curiously, "Is it really scary, that monster?"

Jia Ruozi patted Wutiao's hand away, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what words to use to describe the feeling of being chased and killed by that thing.

If you really want to describe it, "depressed" is more appropriate than "scary".

The intertwined biological tissues crush each other, the greasy tentacles attack meekly, the monster makes a nauseating noise...

"After I'm discharged from the hospital, I will continue to investigate." Nitzi lifted the bed sheet and began to unbutton the hospital gown, "At least I have to figure out why I fainted, and my memory is fuzzy."

After taking off the hospital gown, there was only a black vest inside. Compared with his thin body when he put on the clothes, he was actually not thin.There is a thin layer of muscle contours attached to the parts exposed to the air, and the lines of the arms are quite smooth.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and Nitzi folded the hospital gown and placed it on the bedside before going to find his own clothes.

"Don't look for it, your shirt was cut torn when the doctor was treating your wound, but the pants are still there."

Gojo Satoru said sarcastic remarks while looking up and down the figure of his classmate, "But you are really thin, you were not so thin when you first entered school."

Xia Youjie also nodded in agreement.

This time, Nitro didn't answer the conversation, and looked back and forth between the two for a long time.In the end, he sat on the bed and stretched out his hand, pinching the edge of Xia Youjie's coat with his fingertips, staring at him and said coldly, "Thank you, Xia You."

Gojo Satoru instantly understood the meaning of the family's entry into the glass, and turned around and began to peel off Xiayou's coat with great interest, "Thank you, Jie!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

After putting on a bigger coat, Jia Ruozi proposed to go back home to collect clues.The two students nodded, planning to investigate where passers-by found Nitro.

The three were temporarily separated in the ward.

Nitro walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap.He took a handful of water and slapped it on his face. In the coolness, his consciousness, which was a little floated by the heating, quickly cooled down.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

His brown hair was disheveled, with wet strands hanging down his forehead.The warm brown pupils were a little dilated, lacking expression, and the cyan under the eyes was heavier than usual.

Thinking of Gojo Satoru's "too thin" comment, Kaguru subconsciously pressed the tear mole under his eyes.

The reason why he couldn't ask for help directly from his trusted classmates was also simply that they couldn't help him.

As the owner of the inversion technique that can heal others, Nitro has to face the injuries and deaths in the entire magic world, plus those things that have accompanied him since he was a child, the pressure is basically irreconcilable for him.

"Aren't you still scared?" He said softly.

***

After leaving the hospital, Jiajin Nizi started to walk home.

He followed the crowd across the road with his head down, took out the cigarette case with his left hand, and when he looked up again, there was actually a lottery shop in front of him.

Nitro suddenly remembered Gojo Satoru's joke in the hospital.

"Luck is conserved...?"

He put the cigarette case back in his pocket and went in.

The Japanese seem to be particularly fond of gambling. The store is small, but there are many people, and the TV and human voices are very noisy.

Among a group of middle-aged men, young people aged sixteen or seventeen seemed out of place.

This was the first time that Nitrate came to this kind of place, he looked around, and suddenly stopped when his eyes passed by a man.

Here I have to talk about common sense in the magic world, even ordinary people have magic power, it's just a weak difference, but it can never be "zero" of the insulator.

The blessing of dragging monsters, Jiajin Nitzi is very sensitive to zero magic power at this stage, and it just so happens—that is a man who can't detect the slightest magic power.

He was wearing a loose black sweater, his hair was short and neat, his eyelids were half drooping lazily, and he looked listless and lifeless.

Then Nitro noticed the scar at the corner of his mouth, vertical and sharp, darker than the surrounding skin.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in a trance, Nitro felt that he had seen that scar.

After pondering for a few seconds, for some purpose, he squeezed through the crowd and leaned over.

It is different from those who discuss loudly in groups of two or three.The man was leaning against the window by himself, holding a newspaper in his hand, his eyes were on the only TV hanging in the store for a few seconds, and he didn't look up again.

"Hello."

The man closed the newspaper after hearing the sound.

The height difference between them made it so that the man didn't even have to lift his eyelids.Looking at each other, Nitro found that his iris was not black as he thought at first, but a darker color than dark green.

"Are you the store manager?" Nitro asked knowingly.

This somewhat stupid question made the atmosphere in this corner of the noisy environment somewhat stagnant.Then, Nitro saw the man in front of him suddenly laughing.

When he smiled, the scar at the corner of his mouth also moved up a little bit, with a lazy sense of banter rushing towards his face.

"High school student, you are not very good at striking up a conversation." He commented.