Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

At the end of September, Tokyo has entered autumn, and the wind at night is cold and whizzing. The wind blowing from the window makes the tulle curtains sway gently, and the moonlight mixes with the lights in the house, shining on the white-haired man.

Gojo Satoru couldn't think now.

My mind went blank.

The woman's bright red blood slowly flowed to his feet, he was motionless, his throat seemed to be tightly strangled, and he could not speak. For a moment, there was only the sound of cicadas outside the window and his own heavy heartbeat. Voice.

What is he doing?

Oh, he didn't do anything.

That's why Machima committed suicide in front of him, and it was the second time, she knew he wouldn't stop him, right?

No, obviously he couldn't stop her.

But isn't he the strongest?

Even if he is the strongest magician in the world, if he can't even protect the person he likes, then what is the difference between him and ordinary people?

He has known for a long time that the strongest is not omnipotent, and he once killed his best friend, but that is because he is a curse master, and what crime does Maqima have?

She didn't.

Gojo Satoru was very confused, and his mind became a mess.

Is Machima dead?Can it be cured with reverse surgery?

died.cannot.

With his head and body separated, can he still deceive himself?

His head hurts, his throat is dry, his face is pale, the heart in his chest is beating powerfully and quickly, the blood seems to be boiling with it, and the feeling of tightness in his chest is getting stronger and stronger.

The pain is very clear, this is not a dream.

After waking up, among the emotions that flooded Gojo Wu's mind like a tide, the first one was self-blame, and the second one was hatred for the high-level people in the magic world.

Immediately killing all the people above seems to be good, since no one is following, he will stand alone at the top of the magic world, and if there is such a stubborn magician, he will kill him again.

I believe that after a few blood changes, those who remain will be trusted companions.

When the time comes, execute it.

Gojo Satoru thought secretly.

Early the next morning, when Ming Ming arrived at Wutiao Zhai, he saw such a scene.

The white-haired man was resting on the sofa, and for some reason, the sunglasses he had worn for a long time were replaced by black eyepatch, while the orange-pink-haired woman rested her head on the man's shoulder, her body and face were covered with dirty blood .

This was the first time they met, on the Shinkansen, Machima took the initiative to lean on his shoulder, but the woman's hand could no longer hold him, Gojo Satoru just squeezed her hand tightly.

Gojo Satoru glued Mazima's head and body together with magic power, and after one night, the blood on Mazima's face had faded and she was very pale.

The woman's shoulders did not rise and fall, and she could tell at a glance that she was not breathing.

At this time, Mingming retracted the arc of the corners of his lips in a rare way, and asked in a serious tone: "Wu Tiao, is the person dead?"

Obviously, Gojo Satoru was not asleep, and he replied bluntly, "I killed it."

She was standing in front of him yesterday, but he failed to stop her. What's the difference between this and murder?

After all, she is also a delicate woman. Mingming already knew what Gojo Satoru meant to Machima. When he took over the task of execution, she knew that he would let her tell the false news that Machima was dead. .

But she never thought that Maqima would really die at his hands.

To be honest, Mingming's impression of Maqima is not bad. She has official business, and privately she doesn't think Maqima is what kind of person.

Mingming is always on the side of money. Leyan Sijia offered her a lot of money to confirm whether Maqima was dead, and Gojo Satoru spent more money to let her pass on false news. Isn't this the best of both worlds?

And after losing Wujou's share of money, Mingming found that he was not very disappointed.

Rather, doubts outweigh disappointments.

The white-haired woman in a dark long dress frowned, and Gojo Satoru was holding hands with a dead body, which made her not want to stay here for a moment.

"Since the subject of the death penalty is dead, I will go back."

As soon as she turned around and was about to leave, Gojo Satoru stopped her.

"For Miss Ming, what is best for me?"

He asked such a question without beginning or end.

Gojo Satoru just remembered what Machima said last night, "For Satoru, this is the best".

But he didn't think it was any good.

My heart still throbs uncontrollably.

A 28-year-old adult will accept life and death calmly. After a night of precipitation, he has gradually dispelled the idea of ​​killing all the high-level people. Even if he becomes crazy, it will not change anything. will not be resurrected.

It is useless to do anything now, I still have to eat, I still have to sleep, and I still have to go to work.

He waited for Mingming to answer, but he didn't know how many seconds or more than ten seconds had passed, but he didn't wait for the other party's reply.

After a while, Mingming finally said, "I like it the best."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, he thought Mingming would say something like "money is the best".

In the end, what kind of answer is this? Isn't this nonsense?

……nonsense?

Did he realize it before?

No.

For Gojo Satoru, who is "in the sky and the world, I am the only one", of course what he likes is the best, and he has always understood this matter best before.

He likes her, and for him, her life is the best.

How could Maqima feel that for him, her death was the best?He can't understand.

He couldn't help thinking: Maqima is still there, she doesn't know anything.

Gojo Satoru buried Machima, but he didn't keep her by his side, and took the dogs to Karuizawa. He stayed until night, but there was no fireworks festival that day.

He couldn't help feeling sorry.

He also went to the wagashi shop that he had been to with Machima, ordered a few Karuizawa specialty honey cakes as before, put one on the ground for the dogs to eat, and ordered a cup of rough tea.

No taste.

Gojo Satoru smacked his lips, wondering what Machima meant when he only wanted a cup of tea.

The next day, he made his own breakfast in an ordinary way, and drove to Gaozhuan in an ordinary way.

After two days of not seeing each other, Jiarui found out that after Machima died, Gojo Satoru was no different from usual except that he no longer wore the sunglasses, which was what made her feel the most wrong.

In normal times, Jiarui Niuzi even wanted to taunt him, "You don't look like you've lost love", but in the end it didn't.

Although Maqima didn't know her too well, she was also a colleague with a very good relationship. After going through such a thing, she certainly didn't feel so good in her heart.

Obviously some time ago she was still comforting him that Maqima would not become a curse master, but now she has become the one who needs to be comforted even more.

But the work of a conjurer is like this, facing the death or injury of his companions at any time, even though Maqima did not die in the task.

But Gojo Satoru should be ten thousand times more sad than her.

she thought so.

Jiarui Nitzi's mind is very delicate. Although Gojo Satoru looks the same as usual on the surface, his occasional daze and unusual expression still give him away.

While pouring the coffee, he picked up the mug that belonged to Machima on the table and said, "I'll take this mug home."

Then he put the cup full of coffee on the table and drank it one after another.

No sugar.

Unlike Gojo Gojo's usual way of drinking coffee with sugar, this is completely black coffee.

It was only then that Jia Ruozi felt that Wujo Satoru had lost his mind.

What she didn't know was that Gojo Satoru deliberately didn't add sugar, because Machima never added sugar when drinking coffee.

Gojo Satoru frowned when a cup of coffee was bottomed out.

……so bitter.

In the afternoon, Gojo Satoru had finished his day's work and returned to the high school, and was leaving very early. Jia Ruzi asked him, "Leaving so early?"

Gojo Gojo replied in a reasonable manner: "I'm done with my work. I'll go home early to cook, and I have to walk the dog in the evening. Please continue to work hard while writing the report."

It sounds like a househusband, but who knows that he is still a widow at such a young age.

Coincidentally, today is Monday, and Gojo Satoru made a detour to Shibuya to see the dessert shop he and Machima had been to together.

The waiter saw a familiar person and walked forward enthusiastically: "Sir, you are here. Didn't the lady come with you this time? The coupon has not been used yet."

Before entering the store, Gojo Satoru took off his blindfold.

He replied, "She's been busy lately."

The waiter nodded understandingly.

Gojo Satoru left the dessert shop, thinking that the coupons would never be used again.

Life without Makima seemed to go back to the way it used to be.

But now Gojo Satoru has to work, cook for himself, do housework, and even walk the dog, which is more fulfilling than before.

Also because of this reason, he refused many jobs to exorcise the first-level curse spirits, and the higher-ups would often send him some tasks that did not require him to appear on the stage, and tried their best to squeeze him.

Gojo Satoru was already used to it, but for those rotten oranges who regarded him as a thorn in their side, perhaps only by constantly instructing him would they feel safe.

Because he is the strongest, he will be feared, and he has been pampering them until now.

Komachima said, "Don't be too tired because of things in the magic world."

So he rejected them all.

At night, Gojo Satoru was lying on the bed. This should be a rare enough time for sleep, but now he couldn't sleep.

Being bored at home alone, he also lay down early.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of "tick-tick" from the clock could be heard, the window was open, the autumn night wind kept blowing in, and the bright white moonlight sprinkled on the man's fair face.

Of course, he pretended to be indifferent during the day, but at night he couldn’t help recalling Maqima’s appearance, her appearance, her smile, from her orange-pink soft hair to her slender and fair body. fingertip.

When he first met Mazima, he just thought she was a powerful person from "the other side of the world".

But the second time and the third time, after getting along day and night, he realized that he had been getting deeper and deeper since then. She was like a deceptive potion, and she didn't know when it began to erode him.

She always looked plain, even at the last moment, she spoke in a calm tone without any nutrition.

She didn't seem to have any wishes, and she wasn't afraid of death. When she touched her neck with her fingers, it was just like a short parting, telling him to take care of herself and the dogs.

Gojo Satoru even began to regret why he didn't confess his feelings to her. If he had said bluntly that he liked her, would there be a reason for her to stay.

But he didn't.

Machima will never come back.

Two months passed by like a dream.

Gojo Satoru stayed up all night.