reversal impulse

"High school student"

Jia Ruozi blinked. When he skipped school and was in the smoking area on the street, some adults also called him that.The man in suits and leather shoes used a contemptuous and condescending tone, giving this title the bad meaning of being commented on.

But it didn't sound strange from the mouth of the man in front of him.

This subtle sense of proportion made Nitro look away.

After looking down, Jia Ruozi found that he still held a few betting tickets in his hand, and the section of the newspaper he was reading before was the horse racing column.

It turns out that this place not only sells lottery tickets, but also sells tickets for horse races.

Thoughts flew around, and after raising his head to meet the man's eyes again, Nitro asked a much more straightforward question than before.

"Mr. Store Manager, have we met somewhere before?"

The man really laughed now, he took the time to get a little closer, as if he was observing whether the sincerity on Glass's face was real or not.

The high school student was wearing an unknown black coat. The owner of the coat should be taller than him, and the cuffs were obviously longer. When rolled up, a small wrist with distinct joints was exposed.

He tilted his head slightly, revealing the deep maroon eyes under the broken hair on his forehead. He didn't feel cramped when he was stared at, but he was very empty, and the mole of tears under his eyes was very strong.

It doesn't look like someone who came to get rich, but rather like an unlucky kid who wanted to buy candy and went to the wrong door, the man thought casually while looking at it.

Although Jia Ruozi himself knew that the conversation he initiated was outrageously fake, he really felt that they had met somewhere before.

The combination of fake and real makes him look dazed and innocent under scrutiny.

For a moment, the atmosphere returned to the weird calmness before.

"Which one should I buy?" the man asked suddenly.

"what?"

"Am I not the boss?"

"..."

This time it was Nitro's turn to look at him like a weirdo, thinking that you are not the real boss, and besides, didn't you say this was a flirtation?

But the man really started to adopt the nondescript boss persona.He took out a loto7 from the shelf behind him, said "wait", then touched a pen, bit off the cap and began to paint numbers on it.

Jia Ruozi really just waited, and his eyes fell on his hands again.

He held the pen in a very casual posture, with the pen rest between his knuckles, his nails neatly trimmed, his knuckles protruding, and his strong wrist twisted smoothly.

It's a pair of powerful hands.

"Hold it." The man handed the lottery ticket to Nitro, spread out the newspaper again, and returned to the lazy look he had before.

At this moment, Jiaruizi, who is holding a lottery ticket, doesn't know whether he should continue to inquire.

Holding the lottery ticket in his hand, he was rarely confused.

Others buy lottery tickets to buy luck, but you buy lottery tickets to buy other people's luck?

"Is this your lucky number?"

"No." The man didn't lift his head, "It's your lucky number."

That's okay too...

Jia Ruozi reflected in his heart whether he had been too nervous recently, and the person in front of him was an unscrupulous gambler no matter what.Speaking of which, I entered the lottery shop only because of Wujo Satoru's whim.

It's better to go back sooner.

After making up his mind, Nitro turned around and planned to pay the real boss, but the man stopped him again.

"High school student." Most of his face was blocked by the newspaper, and the ending sound was a bit long, "Remember to share the bonus with me."

Jia Ruozi: "..." You are really thinking too far.

In the end, he just waved the lottery ticket and replied casually, "Okay, Mr. Boss."

After walking out of the lottery shop, Jiarui Nitzi took a deep breath, the air flowing outside blows away the smell of smoke on his body in the shop, and the irritability also dissipated.

He thought for a while, and put the lottery ticket into a cigarette case—at least he bought it with money.

***

The so-called "home" is actually a rudimentary small apartment. The main living room and the bathroom are separated by a wall, barely counting as two rooms.

The coffee table is placed in the center of the room, the bed is placed across the wall, and the small refrigerator is lonely in another corner with a socket-this is all large furniture.

"I'm back." Jia Ruozi said out of habit.

The house is very tidy and everything is in its place.Nitro frowned, sat on the edge of the bed and began to recall what happened last night——

He lay down regularly last night, and when he was in a daze, he heard a slight sound from the ceiling. At first, Nitro thought it was the noise from upstairs, so he didn't pay attention.

The lights in the house were not turned on, and the moonlight that was slightly covered by the dark clouds penetrated into the house through the window. When the dark clouds dispersed along with the wind, the moonlight became brighter.

When he saw clearly what was clinging to the ceiling, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart beat like a drum.

It was a group of tentacles that stretched together, and the tentacles had already covered the entire ceiling, and the ends were hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

Perhaps because of the unscrupulousness shown in front of others, the noise that was originally just a rustling gradually became louder, deep and depressing, like some kind of low laugh or mournful cry.Stacked together it makes an uncomfortable sound.

This is not the only thing that makes Nitro feel a little dull. Although he is not as good as the two super magicians at work, he is not the kind of rookie who will be ingested when he sees strange creatures. The reason why Nitro feels oppressed is still—— —

He didn't feel the slightest magic power on it!

This meant that the hideous monster might not belong to the spell system, or he couldn't discern the nature of the monster with his current level!

The memories temporarily ended here, and the "sizzling" noise of the fluorescent tube pulled him a little towards the daily side.

Jia Ruozi tightly clenched the bed sheet, put his eyes on his knees, raised his eyes a little, and unconsciously glanced at the coffee table.

The inexplicable "feeling" of that thing was too oppressive.

Jia Ruozi suddenly froze for a moment——

Feel……?

For some reason, he recalled his childhood.At that time, the adoptive mother hadn't disappeared yet. Due to work reasons, she often went out with Nitrogen, and every time she went out, she would see some strange people or strange things.

His adoptive mother took him to see a creature, but he couldn't remember exactly what it looked like, but he only remembered the shivering feeling that seemed to pull his soul out of his body.

This made Little Glass have a nightmare for a week.

Since then, his adoptive mother Canozaki Chengzi never took him in and out of the usual workplace, and gradually he forgot about it, until now...

He recalled the feeling!

That's right...he remembers this feeling!

Jia Ruozi immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Gojo Satoru.

The white noise in the room prolongs the waiting tone in the handset, and the housekeeper lowers his eyes, waiting for his friend's response.

Finally, there was a "da" from the receiver.

"Is it five? I have a new—"

This sentence was forcibly interrupted before he finished speaking, but it was not interrupted by the outside world, but Jia Ruozi detected the increasingly obvious sense of oppression above his head at this moment.

It has appeared again!

Nitro didn't look up immediately, his palms were clenched in cold sweat, and the finger bones holding the phone began to turn white.

After removing the phone from his ear, he glanced at it.Sure enough, there was no signal.

The "da" just now was not the sound of the phone being connected, on the contrary, it was the sound of automatic hangup due to lack of signal.

After placing the phone beside the bed, he lowered his head and stopped moving.

The presence of the monster on the ceiling became stronger and stronger, and the incandescent lamp was blocked by something from time to time, revealing staggered black shadows on the floor.

Nitro stared at the shadow on the ground. This shadow was surging like a water snake in the quagmire, trapping "Jiajin Nizi" in the depths of the quagmire, unable to move.

How did he escape yesterday?

run directly?No, what else did he do before that.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a howling wind, like a sharp knife cutting through the air, without any sense of obstruction, so smooth that it would make one's heart happy.

Jiarui Glass is very familiar with this sound, it is the sound of waving a scalpel, or something sharper than a scalpel.

Yes, it's a knife.

The inexplicable knife wound in his hand!

That was not to resist the damage given to him by monsters. Of course, he also tried to use this kind of pitiful cold weapon to attack with magic power in the streets on the way to escape, but it was useless, no matter whether it was the forward or reverse output of magic power, Has no effect on monsters.

That knife is not for attacking monsters.

The figure sitting by the bed almost catapulted towards the coffee table. This was like a signal. The huge winding body on the ceiling suddenly straightened, and the watching tentacles rolled over him fiercely.

The guns in the house were faster than them, and he took out the knife case Xia Youjie gave him on the second floor of the coffee table.

Gojo Satoru had ridiculed this chef-like suit for a long time, but he didn't expect it to come in handy on such an occasion.

The fruit knife was empty, and Nitzi held another slender sharp weapon next to it.

The monster's howling became louder and louder, and his heartbeat became heavier and heavier, mixing together like a vicious demonstration from the god of death.

At the moment when the scalp-numbing tentacles were about to touch his neck, Jia Ruozi grasped the blade with his left hand as ruthlessly as in his memory!

Blood was overflowing, the blood dripped from the palm of the hand down the blade, and the first drop of blood splashed on the wooden floor.

There was a sound of "da--".

Everything is silent.

The water snake under the mud disappeared, the shadows faded, and the incandescent lamps were still buzzing.

"Glass! Are you okay!" The door was violently pushed open, and the lock cylinder was blown away by this force.

Gojo Satoru stepped into the room, and at a glance he found Jia Ruzi who was sitting on the ground, he ran over and squatted down: "The phone suddenly...you..."

He stopped talking.

Xia Youjie followed behind him, and after confirming that he was fine, he began to look at the abnormalities around him.There was nothing unusual about the room—that was his conclusion.

Gojo Wu stood up and bumped Xia Youjie's shoulder with his arm, "Gratia he..."

Glass?What's up with him?

Xia Youjie looked towards his family.

He was sitting there, still wearing that long coat, and raised his head slightly after noticing Xia Youjie's gaze, his eyes were bright under the broken hair on his forehead.

Jiarui Nitzi's mental state is surprisingly good, the tear mole under his eyes has moved up a little bit with the involvement of his muscles, and he is smiling.

"I remembered, what happened to my knife wound."

He held the slender knife in his right hand, and his left hand was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to be planning to treat it with the reversal technique at the moment.Nitro even raised his hand, spreading the wound on his palm.

"Pain can dispel monsters, and the wound is my own." He said with a smile.