reversal impulse

"Talk about... about what?"

"Let's start with where you came from."

"...I, I don't understand what you mean."

The housemate squatted down, his head was slightly lowered, and he was in the backlight. His pale skin was like a mountain stream covered with first snow, his eyelashes fluttered and fell down the blood splashed just now and two or three spots of light leakage, and the mole of tears in his eyes Thick and cold.

He has that deadly blankness that painters love.

"I actually don't want to squat down. After losing blood, I keep squatting for a long time. When I stand up, I have to face dizziness and other symptoms. I don't like it..."

He is not slow in speaking, but his enunciation is very clear.The man listened a little dull, wondering if he was just complaining or what.

But he soon found out.

"Personally, I don't like the reversal technique very much, maybe my level is not enough, for example-"

Jia Ruozi picked up a scalpel that was stained with blood and mud on the ground. The high-carbon steel rubbed against the gravel and made a slight sound. He held it with a fist gesture, with the tip of the knife pointing down.

Before the man could react, he heard the special sound of a sharp knife piercing through flesh and blood.

It was the pain that came up after the hearing, and the man was so frightened that he forgot to howl.

He lowered his head tremblingly, his hand was still holding the handle of the knife, and the blade pierced through the back of his hand which he was supporting to keep his body balanced. Because of the heavy force, the blade penetrated into the ground at least 3 centimeters.

His right hand was nailed to the ground.

"Don't worry, you won't be infected." Jiarui Nitzi comforted in a slow voice.

Blood overflowed from the wound, and at the same time, he clearly felt a slight itch mixed with the pain in his wound.

New nerves and capillaries are rapidly formed in the wound, and the new granulation tissue is separated by the knife, maintaining a "recovering" state.

Is this... the reversal technique...?

"There will be a lag in the recovery of body functions." Nitzi pulled out the knife neatly and threw it aside, "Does it hurt? This pain will last until your body functions return to the original level. I really hate this... But These are off topic."

"The effect of the 'open spell' is improved, thank you very much, I'm much better now."

After using the on-site teaching to announce the details of his operation, Jia Ruozi felt that the sequelae of the blood loss just now had almost completely disappeared.

"I'll give this back to you." Nitrate lightly held up the man's trembling hand, turned over his palm, put the blood-stained cone on his palm, closed his palm again, and said with a smile, "So, we Continuing with the original topic, where are you from?"

The man confessed almost immediately: "Yes... Someone hired me... There is a boss in the black market who is offering a reward for the 'reversal spell owner', and I was just recruited by someone who wanted to attack you to investigate! I have no intention of doing anything! "

He spoke in a decent manner, as if he wasn't the one who implanted the positioning device on Nitzi's body with a technique.

The pyramid with positioning function is wrapped in a layer of mantra, and shrinks under the effect of the spell. As long as the owner of the spell removes the spell, or when the spell disappears, the pyramid will return to its original size.

is fatal size.

He probably had the intention of picking up the leak, and Nitro didn't care about these innocuous little lies, and continued to ask: "When did the bounty happen?"

"Yesterday...yesterday." The man stammered, "the anonymous commission that appeared at noon yesterday, because your file was well hidden by the high school... I was commissioned by the person who took over the mission..."

Nitro interrupted him: "Who is the person who entrusted you?"

"..."

The man is still hesitating at this time, he seems to be weighing between Nitro and the person who hired him, but the comparison is not about the benefits, but who brings him deeper fear.

"Yes..." He made a decision, the man's lips moved a few times, and finally spit out the name, "Tyrant..."

"what?"

"It's the sky and the tyrant." He said with a gray face.

***

night.

Tokyo is really a magical place. There are suburbs similar to the original ecology of Aomori, such as the High School of Magic and Magic, and there is also a spacious and hidden basement under the small bar where Nitro is now.

There is no trace of tidying here, and the people who come and go don't care about the bad environment, they gather together in twos and threes on the small tables separated.

This place was introduced by Ye Moth Zhengdao. Three hours ago, I packed up my nitrous and went through all the procedures of suspension of school with Ye Moth in the high school.

In addition to the relevant procedures, he also needs to synchronize this year's medical records and anatomical records with Noctuid Zhengdao, and sign a "contract" on the confidentiality level regarding the health problems of the high-level people who have been treated before.

After everything was done, Noctua couldn't help saying: "It's dangerous for you to do this."

Nitro doesn't know how much Noctua knows, but he believes that Wutiao and Xia You won't tell Noctua the right way.

Finally, Night Moth introduced him to the place where it is said that conjurers would conduct private commissions.

"Hire yourself a bodyguard," he said.

The housemate wandered around the basement, strongly suspecting that Noctua Moth Zhengdao used to be a Curse Master, and the people here don't look like Curse Masters at all-there is no sense of social animals.

Soon, a sharp-eyed intermediary took the initiative to ask whether he was a client or came to pick up the work enthusiastically but not obsequiously.

"I want to hire a conjurer and a 24-hour personal bodyguard. If you need an interview, the salary can be raised separately." Glass said, "The intermediary commission can also be raised separately."

The intermediary is a middle-aged man who is not too tall. He wears a pressed suit and looks very ordinary. He belongs to the type of person who is inconspicuous in the crowd.

The phrase "broker commission" is obviously their favorite thing to hear.

"Is there anything that needs to be paid attention to in the selection of candidates? For example, gender, age, or requirements such as beliefs. You should also understand that the character of a conjurer is usually more individual, and it will be easier to get along well if you explain it in advance." The intermediary rubbed his hands.

"Be sure to say what you want..." Nitrogen thought for a while, "I hope you can be more courageous, there is nothing else."

The intermediary took his words as a joke to adjust the atmosphere.

Conjurers have been dealing with curses all year round, especially when receiving external commissions, how can they be timid.

"Is your demand urgent?" The intermediary pointed out, "I may need three to five days to find a suitable magician. Of course, these can also be discussed. If you want to hurry..."

"Can I do it today?" Nitro interrupted him.

With a business smile on his face, the intermediary realized that the young man in front of him might have had something to do recently.

It's good to have a job on the stall, how can he make money if it's okay.

"As long as you are willing to pay the expedited handling fee." He compared the numbers.

According to the request, Nitro quickly got in touch with a conjurer. It is said that the opposite party was originally a guard for the precious young masters and ladies of the Yusan family, but resigned for some reason.

The conjurer's name is Matsushita, perhaps because he came from a big family, so it can be said that he has no outstanding personality.The agent smiled and said that because the children in the Yusanjia usually play like crazy, Matsushita can be regarded as the kind who has seen the world, so it should meet his requirements.

The contract was quickly signed, and the corresponding "contract" was also established.

"You know what your job is about." Niatz walked to the elevator side by side with him, Panasonic is much taller than Nitzi, and you need to raise your head slightly when talking to him, "I may encounter some troubles recently, I will give you freedom The only requirement is to try not to disturb me."

"Understood." Matsushita replied miserly.

Nitro didn't continue to chat with Matsushita at work, and after walking out of the small bar, he took a taxi back to the previous small apartment.

In the car, he also sent a text message to Xia Youjie explaining his plan to move back.

The door of the apartment with the broken lock cylinder has been repaired by the contact person, and Nitzi came out with another quilt.

"Tomorrow I will look for another house. You have worked hard tonight and rest here temporarily."

Matsushita took the quilt, didn't say anything, just nodded.

Jia Ruozi didn't feel at all uncomfortable with the presence of another stranger. He felt that he had nothing more to discuss, so he sat on the edge of the bed and began to hold the unshakeable hot milk and started to daze.

Will it be fed back to the body after receiving monster damage?

Can mental damage be treated with reverse surgery?

And he still cares about Aozaki Orange's statement, there is always a feeling that something will come to the door.Not a monster, but a big change, a shock enough to change all his living habits.

Before taking a doze, Jia Ruozi suddenly asked Matsushita: "Do you know about Heaven and the Tyrant?"

Matsushita rarely raised his head and looked at him, and answered briefly: "I know." He hesitated for a few seconds, but still added the words: "My previous employer asked him for trouble."

"You didn't say otherwise, did you?"

"No."

Jia Ruozi let out a thoughtful "hmm" and stopped talking.

He slept very lightly that night, feeling light all over his body, and in a trance, he heard someone talking in his ear, the voice was very familiar yet strange, and Nitro heard vaguely "Happy Birthday".

He thought of the cake he would buy for himself every year on his birthday. The cake was always the size of a palm, with no candles on it, and no one sang happy birthday to him.

He cuts the cake into many pieces with a plastic knife, sticks a small fork in it, and after doing all this, it is as if the ceremony is completed and a new beginning can be officially entered.

When the alarm clock rang, Nitro opened his eyes immediately. He sat up, his vision still blurred.

When the vision returned to clear, Jiarui Nitzi got out of bed barefoot.

"Mr. Matsushita, this morning..." He froze in place.

The Mr. Bodyguard he just hired yesterday was overturned by the coffee table, the mattress was entangled with him, most of them had been soaked in red, and the ends of his hair were still dripping blood, slowly spreading out on the wooden floor.

Panasonic's face was almost bloodless, as if the pen tube had run out of ink, showing a transparent texture.

"Matsushita... sir?"