Goujin has something to say

Fukagawa Kirei climbed over the wall, jumped down from a high place, and was firmly caught by the dog standing below.

She was actually very light, and the dog curly thorn hugged her lightly. After standing firmly, the boy pressed down the corner of the clothes that had been raised due to the downward jump on behalf of Fukagawa Kirei.

Fukagawa Kirei's mobility is very strong, she has planned her destination long ago, from near to far, even if it takes three days to play, it is more than enough.

She stopped a taxi casually, pushed the dog Juanji into the car first, and looked back: "I forcibly brought Mr. Goujuan out, so those hypocritical adults can't blame you."

The dog curly thorn smiled and pulled her in: "Tuna mayonnaise."

—It doesn't matter, we are accomplices.

The boy changed his clothes and wore a white mask. After all, he was "running away", and wearing the uniform of the high school of conjuration was too conspicuous.

The magic speller can stop Fukagawa Kirei's self-willedness with his voice, but he himself also wants to get a chance to breathe in the boring and depressing exchange meeting—besides, the descendant of the magic speller is not an obedient little sheep.

After the two of them sat down firmly, the driver looked back from the rearview mirror: "Where are you two going?"

Fukagawa Kirei bent his eyes: "Go to Togetsukyo Bridge."

The driver understood: "Do you want to go at night? After the lights on the commercial street are turned on, the scenery there is very beautiful, and it is very suitable for couples to go."

Fukagawa Kirei: "Of course I know, after all, I have done strategy very early!"

The dog curly tugged at her cuff, and asked her when she did such a thing with his eyes, Fukagawa Kirei blinked: "...Probably during the rest time."

The spellcaster knew she must have not slept well that night.

Fukagawa Kirei was worried that he would get angry, so he leaned over and hooked his fingers, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, it won't be like this in the future."

The driver said that Togetsukyo Bridge is a famous lover's bridge in Arashiyama. It is said that as long as couples walk across this bridge together, they will never be separated.

Fukagawa Kirei opened his arms and hugged Wanfeng: "It's because of this statement that I came with Inoumaki-kun."

The Dog Curled held Fukagawa Kirei's hand to prevent her from running around.

The moonlight shines on the water, and not many people come here at night in winter. The best time to view Togetsukyo Bridge is actually autumn, when the fiery red maple leaves overlap with the surrounding mountains, and now it is a little less lively.

Fukagawa Kirei looked around curiously, she looked at the water surface, small schools of fish were spitting out bubbles.

They didn't go to the commercial street. The couples on the Togetsukyo Bridge were separated by a long distance, and the water below was not rushing. The moon and stars were smashed into streamers and covered the water.

Fukagawa Kirei suddenly took a deep breath: "I really like the air outside."

Curlythorn is suddenly curious about her past.

Fukagawa Kirei was born in the port mafia. She revealed that she is an orphan, so her parents are likely to die in any battle in Yokohama. She has supernatural powers and can protect herself-other than that, what about the rest?

Probably bewitched by the warm moonlight, the dog curled around her from behind and asked softly, "Kelp?"

"what's wrong?"

"Salmon salmon."

"Want to know something about me...?"

Fukagawa Kirei felt a little itchy, and the boy's shallow breath fell on his ears: "Then, I'll tell Goumaki-kun something about me, can you ask Senior Panda to tell me about your childhood?"

Curly Thorn hesitated for a moment, and then replied in the affirmative: "Salmon roe."

Fukagawa Kirei was satisfied.

She said that she did not have the impression of her parents, and that the former leader was not a qualified person, and she survived to this day because she possessed supernatural powers—Fukagawa Kirei still slightly beautified her supernatural powers.

"Yokohama does not give preferential treatment to children. The former head of the Port Mafia ordered us to do things for him, otherwise there will be no food." Fukagawa Kirei's eyes followed the swimming fish away: "The residence is in the Port Mafia's It's underground and only lets us out when we need to, so I like being outside."

The dog's breath was suffocating.

The boy's arms tightened a bit, and his voice was muffled: "Muyuhua."

He wanted to say that if possible, leave the port mafia, the salary of conjurers is high enough, and Fukagawa Kirei can do it if he is willing...

"No, I have no way to leave the port mafia for the time being." Fukagawa Kirei raised his head and rubbed the dog's cheek, which made him feel a little more at ease: "Mr. Mori has saved me many times, and I promised to help him. "

Gou Makiji clearly knew that Fukagawa Kirei's understatement was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Also, I seldom communicate with normal people, so..." Fukagawa Kirei turned his head, the coldness in his eyes was covered by warm colors: "Goumaki-kun, can you teach me slowly?"

He lowered his head to touch her cheek, and let go of his hands from his slender waist.

Fukagawa Kirei kissed the corner of his lips, "Shall we go back?"

……

The conjurer who met on the road looked at the two returning late with ambiguous eyes, and one of them reached out and patted Gou Juanji's shoulder, expressing his youth and promise.

Fukagawa Kirei smiled and said, "I was the one who chased Goumaki-kun!"

The dog curly thorn sent her back to her room. The young man stood at the door for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and put the back of his hand against his mouth. His fair face looked red under the light of the nine o'clock corridor.

He pressed the back of his cold hand to his cheek again to reduce the heat a bit, then turned and opened the door of the opposite room.

Gojo Satoru thoughtfully used his privilege to let them live at the opposite door, Fukagawa Kirei skipped and walked indoors.

The clothes he wore for the exchange meeting were casually draped over the chair beside the bed, Fukagawa Kirei threw himself under the quilt, and buried his face in the pillow.

She is very happy.

Fukagawa Kirei simply took a shower, went to bed with wet hair, pulled out his phone and clicked on the message, but it still showed a communication error.

Fukagawa Kirei fiddled with it for a few seconds, she didn't know anything about it, so she decided to call Chuya Nakahara.

The other party's communication couldn't be connected, and Nakahara Chuya was probably on a more important mission, Fukagawa Kirei left a sentence "Remember to call back".

No one in the port mafia should know that they have used such power on such a large scale not long ago.

Fukagawa Kirei wiped his hair, thought for a while before drying it, and finally turned off the lamp.

Fukagawa Kirei didn't feel it, the strange magic power slowly flowed out from the pocket of the clothes draped on the chair, climbing towards Fukagawa Kirei's position.

The spell was poured into her mind, without aggression, without detection.

The darkness surged up like a tide, Fukagawa Kirei had a dream.

The familiar, sticky black silt submerged her, Fukagawa Kirei's complexion was gloomy, and she walked towards the only place with light in front of her.

Occasionally, she wondered, would Osamu Dazai also have such a dream?The colors of their souls are almost identical, besides yourself, is there anyone else who will be drowned in sleep?

According to the habit, when the light ends, the dream will wake up, and often the sun will rise the next day.

Fukagawa Kirei skillfully avoided the black swamp that might hinder her footsteps, until in front of the light, she saw the boy wrapped in black.

The spell wrapped around his body several times, and the spell master closed his eyes tightly, looking extremely painful.

Fukagawa Kirei stopped in his tracks.

——There shouldn't be a dog curly thorn in this dream.

The cramped swamp surged up again, and when it got out of control, it would bewitch her along with its own voice.

【Little Kirei...that's your lover...】

【They will hurt your lover, solve the disaster as soon as possible...】

【Just a few insignificant people, like you used to do...】

In the unopened field of vision, the pure black soul spread outward, Fukagawa Kirei who was curled up on the bed's steady breathing became rapid in a few seconds, and she clenched the quilt tightly on her body.

Fukagawa Kirei suddenly opened his eyes.

She quickly clicked the corner of her eyes, the retina was occupied by the deeper black of the night, Fukagawa Kirei couldn't control herself at all, her hands were shaking uncontrollably, the temperature of her body dropped sharply, a strange impulse urged her to kill.

In her dream, she dreamed that the spellcaster was hurt.

Don't worry, don't worry, it's just a dream.

It's getting out of hand.

Fukagawa Kirei bit his lower lip tightly—what went wrong?Definitely not those thousands of curses, the soul was still very stable at that time, just now?Just went out for a walk at night.

The black soul spread out looking for the existence that made her feel uncomfortable during the day, expanding outward with Fukagawa Kirei as the center, like a tide.

Before that, Fukagawa Kirei barely propped himself up, rolled out of the bed, and made a painful sound when he fell to the ground.

The current time is twelve o'clock, Fukagawa Kirei reached for his mobile phone, and rang the emergency contact, but everyone's calls couldn't be reached.

... Yokohama is currently unavailable.

She coughed, and her field of vision was completely filled with black, and the whole room exuded an extremely ominous atmosphere. In the black, a power that did not belong to her was mixed in it, wrapped and crushed.

Fukagawa Kirei lowered her eyes, the alienation of all parts of her body would make her completely numb in the end, she rubbed her lower lip and bit it hard.

The smell of rust spreads in the mouth, stimulating temporary sobriety with the simplest pain.

【They will hurt him...do it...】

Anyone who has harmed, or may have harmed the dog, needs to be addressed, but...

Stop, stop, be hated.

Osamu Dazai is not here, she has no way to control the soul that is about to get out of control, but instinct makes her drag her already blurred mind and knock on the door of the dog's room - seeing him may make her feel at ease.

One second after knocking on the door, Fukagawa Kirei's rationality sounded the alarm. If he lost control, he would undoubtedly hurt the spellcaster.

Fukagawa Kirei raised his head and stared at the young man who came to open the door, wearing only a thin undershirt, who seemed to be in a daze after being awakened from his sleep.

Reality and dreams intertwined before her eyes, Fukagawa Kirei was about to be overwhelmed by her own nightmare, and the bloody smell in her mouth stimulated her taste buds, making her unable to suppress her desire to kill.

The spreading black soul expanded rapidly, looking for a soul that could be devoured, but stopped for a moment when Fukagawa Kirei saw the magician.

Fukagawa Kirei sharpened her damaged lower lip again with her teeth, and the severe pain stimulated her brain.

She stretched her arms around the dog's neck, not caring whether she would bring the dog down, and buried her whole body in his arms.