reversal impulse

The windows are closed tightly, and the temperature gradually rises with alternating breaths.

Jia Ruozi opened his eyelids and sat up slowly.

The moment the skin parted, Fu Heisher suddenly opened his eyes, and he stared at Nitrate with that kind of cold eyes.

Jia Ruozi half-sat on the bed and looked down at him.Shi'er's eyes were not focused, they were a creepy dark green, but within a few seconds the coldness faded away, and he closed his eyes again.

The rain didn't know when it stopped, and Nitro didn't notice anything.

The small lamp in the house was kept on, and the swaying shadows under the lamp filled the entire room.

The sweat on the waist was soaked into the creased sheets, and the sound of rain and wind last night covered up all the unbearable sounds, such as the sound of sticky water, or the muffled sound of collisions.

In fact, he thought it sounded more like a dying sob filled with shadows in a torrential rain.

Jia Ruozi walked to the window barefoot, he looked at his somewhat dazed face on the glass, and the water droplets on the window slid down, rubbing away the blurred expression.

When he lowered his head, he felt a tingling pain on the back of his neck. Nitzi raised his hand and touched it. It was a scabbed bite mark, and he should have been bitten sometime after the treatment.

But it doesn't matter, he thought, the reversal technique is surprisingly easy to use.

The housekeeper found out the cigarettes that his classmates had brought yesterday from the clothes on the floor, and unscrupulously lit them in an unventilated room.

He sat cross-legged by the window, put the ashtray by his hand, and put someone's clothes under his body.

Nitro looked up at the sun to drive away the shady bit by bit.

At first, the smear of light was not as good as the dots on the smoke, but later the position was reversed, and the outside of the house became brighter. Through this small window, he shook the columnar hemorrhoids into the ashtray.

When he saw Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, Jiarui Nizi really wanted to go back to the high school.

When Gojo Satoru mentioned Ange Ji, he remembered the way the little girl grabbed him and scolded his two classmates as scumbags.

When holding Fuheshier, it was strange that he didn't think about anything.

this is correct.

Because this is a man you don't give kindness to, you don't give favor to, even if you look directly at his death, you can be indifferent.

Thinking of this, Jia Ruozi pressed the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.

He climbed back to his own position on the bed, raised his arms to hug the heat source until it fit perfectly.

"Are you awake, Shir?" He listened to the beating of his heart, raised his head, moved upwards and exchanged a tobacco-smelling kiss with the man with a drooping neck and an expressionless expression.

He tasted a little wet blood inside.

Nitro rubbed Shier's face and stated, "I'm hungry."

Fuheshier was accused of losing his temper and was forced to get up.

The shirt on the ground was hard to wear. Fortunately, Fuheshier was not a person who would care about these things. After putting on his pants, he yawned and walked out of the bedroom.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie got up much earlier.

When Gojo Satoru woke up in the morning, his mind was still in a daze.

He was pressed by Xia Youjie to wash his face with cold water, and at the same time he felt that he had really paid too much for his family's success, he secretly said it.

"Jay, I feel something is wrong."

Xia Youjie was holding the leather rope in his mouth, tied his hair back with his hands, looked at him sideways, and asked with his eyes: What's the matter?

"It's kind of... let me think about how to describe it." Wutiao squeezed his chin in distress, and frowned his pretty brows, "You know that he has never had a sense of participation, right, no matter it is a task Or something else, Nitro has always been like a bystander."

"He won't call us at all, and should tell us to go back to the high school when you ask for a drink, does that mean?"

Wujo Wukuang nodded.

"The cycle speed of Nitro's spell power is several times faster than before, as if it is running unconsciously at any time, especially the head." The white-haired conjurer recalled, and asked, "Jie, do you feel that Nitro has a kind of . . . a tendency toward duality?"

"This vocabulary is really not like what you usually say. I thought you would say it more grounded, such as..."

"One-sided extreme?"

Xia Youjie tied up her hair and sighed: "It's a dead corner of thinking immersed in a special state, maybe it is."

In fact, they can probably understand this feeling.

Gojo Satoru would also be like this when he was young and couldn't control his six eyes well. He felt boring and bored when he saw everything. The discomfort in his eyes made him sensitive and uncertain.

Xia Youjie is more direct. Every time he devours a curse spirit, he will accumulate a certain amount of emotional pressure. He just transforms this pressure into a sense of mission.

"Before you said that you always thought Fu Heisher looked familiar..."

"Yes, I remembered later." Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, "I saw him when I was a child, at Gojo's house."

"As expected of the young master of Wutiao." A somewhat hoarse voice broke into the conversation.

Gojo Satoru turned his head, and Fu Heisher leaned against the door, looking at him with drooping eyelids and no energy: "This memory is really good."

His shirt was crumpled and two buttons were buttoned randomly, completely unable to hide the bad marks on his body.

"So I went to ask people I know." Gojo Satoru just took a look and passed by, and continued to say to his companion, "Chanyuan Shier, I ran out of the Zenyuan house and wandered around. I sold it to someone a few years ago. A half-grown child in the Buddhist monastery disappeared after blackmailing a sum of money.”

Fu Heisher nodded: "It seems that I really have a conscience."

"If you talk about the scum I've seen in my life, you can be ranked in the top three."

Shi Er laughed: "Could the first three be standing in this room?"

Although Gojo Satoru is really talented in talking trash, Fuheisher is a person who really crawled out of the trash.It can even spray several rounds in a short time.

"So." Xia Youjie suddenly thought of something and interrupted their meaningless conversation, "Gratia is looking for Miss Ming..."

"It should be right." Gojo Satoru's focus was successfully pulled back, he let out a breath, and nodded.

The three of them didn't speak in the small room until Fuheshier knocked on the door frame with his knuckles impatiently: "I said, can you change the place if you want to build a team? Don't hinder people from taking a bath."

Gojo Satoru snorted: "Why, can't you wash us here? People like you still have a sense of shame?"

Xia Youjie felt that Wujo Wu was really in a bad mood, since he wouldn't suddenly choke on someone he didn't know very well.

"It's not impossible." Fu Heisher began to take off his clothes unhurriedly. He showed his thin waistline without any shame, and even took two steps closer with great interest, "Give me money, not only to show Touch it back."

Xia Youjie carried the cursing Gojo Wu away.

Fu Heisher sneered and walked into the bathroom.

Although the purpose of the two people's stay was to judge the current situation of the family, they left before seeing the glass.

"Do you just leave the glass alone?" Wutiao asked.

Xia Youjie rarely gave a definite answer. In fact, he felt that the term "leaving it alone" was not accurate. He had a very clear plan of his own.

"He knows what he's doing." Xia You avoided the small ditch on the side of the street, dragged the people beside him away, and said, "He investigated Fuheshier, and Miss Ming's information is very accurate. Knows better than you know."

"I didn't mean that."

"We can't do anything else." Xia Youjie sighed, "Unless he speaks."

After the rain, Tokyo was surprisingly clean, and the soft sunshine fell on everyone's eyebrows, giving the frowning magician a sense of compassion.

"As long as he speaks."

***

When Fu Heisher went back with the bag, he didn't see the fire in the bedroom.

He raised his eyebrows, casually put the cooked food that was about to cool down on the table, and started looking for people all over the room.

The strengthened five senses were quite effective in finding people, and within a few minutes he caught him in the closet.

This is the first time that Fuheshier realized exactly what El-Melloi II meant by [the most primitive desire of living beings is magnified to the point of inversion].

Jia Ruozi was a little dizzy when he saw Shier.

He circled his arms around his knees, his long legs were folded together a little bit wronged, and he was holding a dirty old shirt in his arms. The clothes were piled up to wrap him up, and his throat made a low gasp similar to that of an animal when it was injured.

Shi'er touched his forehead with the back of his hand, rolled up his sleeves after confirming that it was neither hot nor cold, and Nitzi lay on his side in the closet, staring at the muscular lines of his arms as they turned.

"Hand out," he said.

The family into the glass did so.Shi'er bent down, hooked his back with one hand and hugged him with the other over his knees. In order to maintain his balance, Nitzi stretched his arms around his neck and got closer to smell him.

Jiaru Nitzi seems to be in a state of extreme hunger. He wants to bite everything he sees. He has no strength in his limbs, but he bites people quite hard, as if he is planning to tear off a piece of meat.

Shi Er didn't bother to care about the pain, first took him to the bathroom for a brief rinse, and then took him to the living room.

After smelling the smell of food, Nitro sat down at the table consciously after Shier put him down.

Their breakfast was rice balls and miso soup, which were not very nutritious. Nitro quietly filled his empty stomach. He probably ate enough for three people, then raised his eyes and began to look around.

"They're going back." Fu Heisher said while rubbing his neck.

Nitro was taken aback, as if seeing someone sitting beside him for the first time: "I know."

He hesitated for a while, biting his lower lip and frowning: "Yesterday, I thought that if it was just a subliminal influence on my thinking and actions that I didn't notice, it wouldn't make the clock tower judge as 'out of control', but... ..."

"but?"

"But I can probably feel that feeling."

Jia Ruzi lifted up the hem of his clothes, and he looked at his smooth muscle lines and fair skin. All the previous marks were smoothed after the reversal operation, which was in sharp contrast to the mottled mark on Fu Heisher's neck that was oozing blood Compared.

Nitzi raised his hand and pressed his fingertips all over his body, as if he wanted to poke a hole out of himself before he was willing.

"It's very empty, but I don't know where it's empty, maybe it's the chest cavity, maybe it's the stomach, it's a state of irritability after something is missing, and that irritability makes people feel a little dizzy."

Shi Er asked, "What about after eating?"

"After eating, you can start thinking." Nitro looked dryly at the cooked food on the table, and said, "It's just a bit unpalatable."

Fu Heisher didn't listen to his complaints, threw all the sundries into the bag, and asked while tidying up, "Do you still want to do it?"

"think."

"But I don't know if you are sober now." Shi Er laughed, "In order to prevent you from thinking about it afterwards and wanting to break the contract, I don't think so."

What Fu Heisher said made sense, at least the family was persuaded: "But I was sober yesterday, so I don't need to worry."

He added: "And I feel... I didn't suffer a loss? Even if I did it in a daze, I shouldn't be so angry."

"You are really conscious."

"I will not go out for these fifteen days. According to the principle of magic eyes, things outside the range of vision are not within the range of magic radiation. It is enough for me to "see" myself, and I don't really want to "see" others. "

"what about me?"

"what?"

Fu Heisher is not very good at cleaning, he barely cleaned the tabletop: "I said, have you "seeed" my future. "

Jia Ruozi couldn't understand this sentence, he blinked and said slowly: "Yesterday you said you didn't want to know this."

"Yes." Shier knocked on the table, "So what I mean is, I suggest you don't look at me."

"It might be a bit difficult." Nitro frowned, and analyzed rationally from his own perspective, "Including when you went out just now, I had to hold something so I wouldn't get too anxious."

What he said was frank, physical needs will completely suppress the psychological, this is a reality that cannot be avoided at all.

"..."

Like Xia Youjie before him, Fu Heisher felt that such blunt words were quite difficult to accept.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you back to your normal state now, and you're in the nitty-gritty." Shi'er stood up while supporting the table, "If that's the case, I'll go buy some hoarded food, and eat something if you feel something is wrong."

He spread his hands: "Buy as much as you want."

So Jiarui also stood up and went to the bedroom to search for a long time before digging out a card from the corner.

"Thank you." He didn't have any complaints about the man's stinginess. After handing the card to Shi Er, he remembered something and added, "Buy another pack of cigarettes."

"And コンドーム*."

After Fu Heisher went out, the housekeeper took out his mobile phone.

He first sent back a text message of thanks to Mingming, typed the money, and edited a new text message.

[I also want to ask sister Ming to continue to help me investigate, it is another person. 】

Mingming replied quickly, the other party seemed to be busy with something, and the reply was very concise.

【Who? 】

Nitro enter the name into the dialog box syllable by syllable, click send after confirming.

After sending the text message, Nitro was lying on the table, as if in a daze.

This time, it took a long time for the other party to respond. When the phone rang, it was Ming Ming who dialed his number directly.

After the phone was connected, there was no sound over there. Nitro pressed against the receiver and waited for a while before asking softly, "Sister?"

Maybe it was because of some rumors, or maybe it was because the things that the family had asked her to investigate before were far beyond the scope of ordinary conjurers, and Mingming's tone was not as "commercial" as he remembered.

She asked directly: "Did you enter the wrong name, Nitrate?"

"No, senior."

"Maybe it's against my professional standards to say that, but I still want to ask, can you tell me a little bit about the reason?"

"can."

Nitro began to feel empty again, he fell from the table to the floor, his body curled up into a ball, but this discomfort was not enough to shake his mind.

His voice was so steady that it could be said that there was no fluctuation: "If a person has a gap of two years, no matter how he covers it up, there will be traces anyway. I hope my sister can help me find out something, Whatever it is, just a little bit will do."

Mingming's breathing became much lighter, she was silent for a while, then smiled and agreed: "Yes."

"It's still the old account," she said.

After hanging up the phone, Nitro planned to go back to the bedroom to lie down for a while, or find some other things to divert his attention.

He sat up slowly, staring at the floor before taking a step, when the doorbell rang suddenly.

The housekeeper was taken aback for a moment, it was not half an hour before Fu Heisher went out, logically speaking, he would not come back so soon.

Nitro slowly crossed the entrance, and he opened the door.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jiarui Glass?"

Standing outside the door was a boy with short brown-red hair, brown pupils, and the ends of his eyebrows folded in two like lightning.

Nitro nodded: "It's me, you?"

The boy's gaze shifted from the house number to the young man inside the door, and then he froze.

The young man was only wearing a loose white shirt, his hair was a little disheveled, and his expression was light. Under the cold brown pupils were tear moles with a strong sense of presence. His legs were long and straight, extending into the hem of the somewhat transparent white shirt.

The red-haired boy's face turned red, his eyes dodged and he didn't know where to put them. He lowered his eyes, his face was flushed and he spoke in a calm manner.

"I'm Emiya Shiro, and for some very complicated reasons, I'm going to be your next "observation"..."

"Observation..."

He held it in for a long time but still didn't come out with that word, or Nitro kindly reminded him: "Dispatcher?"

Emiya Shirou raised his hand and scratched his head, still not daring to look at the young man in front of him.

He said the sentence again.

"I'm Emiya Shiro, and I'm your dispatcher for the next "observation"! "