reversal impulse

Jiarui Glass did not open the text message at the first time.

It was one o'clock past seven in the morning, and he was slightly dizzy after only sleeping for less than three hours. Nitzi speculated that it was probably caused by insufficient blood supply to the brain, which caused the lack of oxygen, but it was not serious.

He sat on the edge of the bed, using scientific explanations to convince himself that it wasn't because of receiving a text message from Aoqi Chengzi that he felt strange, but the strength of his grip on the phone and the whitening of the finger bones all refuted this.

The curtains of the room were tightly drawn, and there was no light, and the glass peeped a little bit of light from the gap.

He stood up and went to open the curtains with bare feet. Last night's weather report said that the rain would lighten at noon today, but in fact the sky has cleared up now. Open the window, and the fresh air after the rain pours in.

The sun was streaming down, casting a fake blood on the glass of the house.

He clicked on the text message.

【Hope of the residual heat,】

The standard format of the beginning of the letter made Nitzi stunned for a moment, he subconsciously turned it backwards, and sure enough, the next sentence returned to Aoqi Chengzi's own style.

[The rest of the greetings are omitted, although I am sometimes too busy to forget, but I have indeed been observing you, Jiarui. 】

That's right, Aozaki Chengzi has always only called him by his surname, and when someone doubts about it, she just said lightly: "The name Glass is too feminine, I'm not used to it."

But when going through the adoption procedures, the staff implicitly asked if the information was wrong, and if it was wrong, it could be corrected. Aozaki Chengzi replied quite positively: "There is no mistake, the family is in the glass, male, enter it."

Nitro continued to look down.

[Contacting you means that some accidents happened during the observation, and you also know that there are some "abnormalities" happening around you.The threats brought by spells and magic come from different sources. You should be able to solve the former by yourself. Regarding the latter, I can only make the following suggestions in violation of the rules——]

【Face what you can't face directly, don't let them control you.That's all. 】

[You will receive a sum of money in the near future, please do not skip some necessary expenses.How to do it is your business, I hope to meet that day. 】

The last line of the newsletter reads the sentence that Nitrogen heard when he was a child.

[Remember, only magic is absolutely forbidden. 】

***

Jia Ruozi handed the phone to Xia Youjie after breakfast.

After reading this text message, Xia Youjie sincerely said "Sorry" to Nitzi, and he didn't forget to kick Wutiao Wu under the dining table after speaking.

Gojo, who wanted to pretend that he had nothing to do with him, pushed the hot milk on the table to the opposite side, met Nitzi's gaze and softened his tone: "We are just ruling out other possibilities."

Gojo Satoru, who is arrogant and surly to the outside world, can be said to be full of talent in acting like a baby.

If Xia Youjie is close to the traditional Japanese samurai's character of being upright and harsh in major matters, Gojo Satoru is a complete rogue.

And that's on full display when he tries to apologize.

He slapped the table and stood up, leaned forward and said loudly: "No matter how much Jie encourages me next time, I won't stand by his side! Damn it, I'm not firm in my mind, it's really hateful."

Xia Youjie felt that the kick just now was still light.

Yarui Nitzi skillfully reached out and pushed Gojo Satoru's protruding head back.

"I don't mean to criticize. I just showed you this text message to synchronize the progress of the matter. And..." He paused, "Under Cheng Zi's warning, I reorganized all the clues, and I think your speculation There is nothing wrong with the direction."

"what?"

"This report."

Nitro pushed the report received from Xia Youjie last night to the middle of the table, and tapped on it with his index finger: "You probably haven't had time to ask someone to read the various values."

"Yes, we originally planned to go to Tokyo Medical University, a professor introduced by Ms. Ming, but Wu received a call from you before that." Xia Youjie stared at the report, then at Nitro, "Have you read it? "

"I've seen it." Jia Ruozi lowered his eyes.

He held up the hot milk Gojo Satoru gave him with both hands, the temperature of the glass was just right, and there was an inconspicuous warmth when it touched his fingertips.

"It's not normal." He said lightly, "If you look at it alone, it's not out of the category of "health", but if you combine the results of the psychological inquiry, the directionality will be very obvious. At present, the high-level officials agree to you to carry out the monitoring task of me... It should be that he has not thought of the existence of this report. "

Jia Ruozi admitted frankly that he might have some kind of mental problem.

Xia Youjie was taken aback, and raised his phone: "But didn't you receive it..."

"I see." Gojo Satoru took the phone and put it on the report sheet, his blue eyes blinked, and he tapped the table with the quiz gesture that often appears in variety shows.

"It is known: [-]. Nitzi's spirit is not stable; [-]. The monster is real; [-]. His attack target is only Nitzi for the time being. The monster will disappear after Nitzi feels pain—Dangdangdangdang! Ask! What kind of monster is this? ?”

These three points are still not very connected, but what conjurers need most is imagination.

Jia Ruozi drank the milk on his own, Xia Youjie looked away from his clueless face, frowned again, and speculated according to the conditions given by Gojo Satoru.

"A...disembodied monster capable of inflicting psychic attacks on individuals?"

"Bingo!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers.

"The fact that there is no entity is still uncertain." Nitro pursed his lips, and added, "I managed to escape before the attack hit the previous two times, so I don't know if this type of attack will cause real physical harm to me. "

He put the empty cup back on the table, reasoning while thinking: "Orange doesn't mean that this matter will be so simple, her wording is very strange-"observation", when do you think this word will be used? "

"In..." Wujo Wu's rush to answer was interrupted suddenly, and he closed his mouth.

Nitro nodded: "Yes, "observation" is a perceptual activity with a specific purpose and a plan.To put it simply, it can be regarded as a long-term experiment. I am the experimental subject, and my adoptive mother is the experimenter who is responsible for recording. "

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

The two don't know much about the relationship between the adoptive mother and son, and their respective families have little reference value.For a while, I couldn't remember a single word of comforting words that could be said.

They didn't even know if Niatz needed comfort at the moment, Niatz's expression was flat now, there was no prominent emotion in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were straight, no difference from usual.

Xia Youjie had a strange feeling that maybe the man in the rainstorm last night was his truest appearance.

As the night passed, the weather cleared up, and his honesty was left in the rain along with the "So do you believe me?"

He regretted a little, he should have pulled Gojo Satoru who was hiding in the corner of the balcony last night, at least this guy would make jokes and use his own way to ask clearly, maybe he was relying on not letting Nitzi leave the balcony, or just walked over to give him a strangle Neck hugs.

But neither of them did anything.

Jiajin Glass is still conducting a rational analysis of the facts.

"But she interfered and "made some suggestions in violation of the rules". "He pointed out, "Assuming she didn't lie, then she is not the only one who is "observing" me, and she may not even belong to the same camp as her. Otherwise, why would she remind me in violation of the regulations? "

At this time, he looked a little unreasonable again, as if the coward who was surrounded by the temperature of the rising sun in the morning to open the text message was not him.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other, neither of them asked the phrase "maybe they care about you".

Not knowing what to say, Gojo Satoru covered his head, and it took a long time before he remembered another important point mentioned in the text message: "You will receive a sum of money in the near future—what do you mean?"

"I don't know." Nitro said slowly, "Bank remittances are too easy to check, she won't do that. I only have one account, which is bound to Gaozhuan and used to collect the rewards for usual tasks."

"If there is a large remittance, the higher-ups who follow you will probably know immediately." Xia Youjie stared into Nitro's eyes.

"So she won't do that." Nitro replied.

The conversation broke off again.

"Don't worry." Gojo Satoru was the one who broke the silence, "They won't go too far with you. You are still in high school, and you are in the sight of all conjurers. The Director of Conjuration is not that stupid."

Jia Ruozi suddenly laughed.

Gojo Wujo comes from the Yusan family, although he only yells "I am the head of the Wujo family, why should I help you run errands to buy drinks" only when he quarrels, but he is indeed the one who knows the top of the three of them best one.

The cell phone pressed on the medical report suddenly rang, it was the ringtone of a text message.

"I've thought about this too," Niatz picked up the phone, pressed it twice, and said his own thoughts, "I plan to..."

His words stopped here, and his expression became very strange.Nitro pressed the phone twice again to confirm that what he saw was correct.

In the puzzled expressions of the other two people, he raised his head and asked somewhat imprecisely, "Will you be notified by text message when the lottery is drawn?"

"Maybe it's a spam message... You really went to buy a lottery ticket!" Wujo Wu excitedly took out his mobile phone and ready to go, "What lottery ticket did you buy! Let me check!"

Seeing that the topic had gone off track for a while, Nitro was not in a hurry, he took out the cigarette case from his pajama pants, took out the lottery ticket and handed it to Wujo Wu.

Wutiao, who received the lottery ticket, quickly logged into the page of loto7, and sighed while looking for the announcement window of the winning numbers: "The bonus pool has accumulated so much, and the first prize is enough to go to the taboo library of the Buddhist monastery for a round... ...Hey, I found it!"

He spread out the lottery ticket and compared the numbers one by one in a whisper.

Jia Ruozi leaned on the back of the chair, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Xia Youjie also felt that he was too slow, so he leaned over to compare with Wujo Wu.

After a long while, Gojo Satoru raised his head. He held the mobile phone in his left hand and the lottery ticket in his right hand, and said in a hellish tone, "You seem to have won the lottery, Nitro."

"How much?" Jiarui Nitzi raised his eyebrows in surprise, remembering that this lottery ticket was painted casually by the man with whom he had some predestined relationship.

He also said that after winning the lottery, he scored his bonus.

Gojo Satoru put the lottery ticket and mobile phone in front of Nitzi, his voice fluttering.

"First prize, 60 billion."