After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

For a while, Matsushiro Kazuki did not speak.

He didn't know how long it had passed before he felt the slight tremor left on his skin subside.

There was still a heavy aroma mixed with the mellow aroma of coffee and the sticky taste of dessert in his chest, he forced himself to take a few deep breaths, and forcibly pulled his thoughts away from the residual panic in his limbs.

APTX4869 is right, Gojo Satoru has no reason to put this kind of thing in his phone.

Gojo Satoru wanted to achieve the same effect, he could use a tracking technique.Or to put it more simply, if he wants to keep an eye on a person's movements in a sea of ​​people, nothing is better than six eyes.

He has better replacements at the top, and there's absolutely no reason to monitor his movements in such a poor way.

[Yes, yes, so why don't you... observe and observe? 】APTX4869 saw the needle, 【Don't give you the death penalty too early. 】

This system is used to talking, and when persuading Wujou, he played the acquaintance card and called "You are so big" every time, hoping that he would not be impulsive for the sake of getting along with him in the past ten years.

Kazuki Matsushiro pinched his brows, he really didn't want to answer.

The waiter brought out several drinks that had been ordered earlier.

He subconsciously chose the steaming cup, and the milk with a little whipped cream rolled down his esophagus, which slightly relieved the tension in his heart.

But intellect and emotion are two completely different things.

While calmly thinking about the cost-effectiveness of various monitoring methods, he repeatedly questioned himself in his heart.

When he thought of Wujo Wujo, who was still a college student ten years ago, and sighed when he knew the numbers by heart, and later realized that when the geese passed by without a trace in the snow and mud, what Wujo Wu was doing ?

Slip a tracker into his phone while typing in his account id?

"Are...are you okay?" Hui Yuan Ai was taken aback by his appearance.

She didn't expect that when she looked up after removing the back cover of the phone, she saw Matsushiro Kazuki's face paler than paper.

This sentence is not an exaggerated description.

The researcher's shell is the kind of pale, vampire-like person who has been working indoors for a long time without basking in the sun or exercising.

Sometimes showing a part of his arm in the sun, coupled with his height of 1.8 meters [-], it is almost suspicious of race from behind.

In APTX4869's unethical words, it's not so white after being autopsied in the nitro infirmary for three days.

"... To be honest," Matsushiro Kazuki said sincerely after barely drinking half a glass of milk, "it's not very good."

The slightly hot milk produced a white mist, rising to his eyelashes and forming a cloud of water vapor, and his eyes were foggy.

The tracker fell on the corner of the table, and none of the three people sitting in front of the table picked it up.

Hui Yuanai sat on the spot and lowered his head to close the back cover of his phone again, put the phone in front of him and said in a low voice: "We were just guessing at the beginning, we didn't expect you to have such a big reaction."

At first, she and Kudo didn't believe that it would be such a coincidence that the person they bumped into happened to be a scientist in the relevant research direction.

But Kazuki Matsushiro's relevant experience and ten-year expatriate assignments are true, and the black organization will not lay nails early in order to catch the inner ghost ten years later.

So they speculated that the Black Organization may have known that Kazuki Matsushiro was not dead, but because his existence threatened the organization, they did not let Gin deal with him.

Coinciding with his recent defection, Kazuki Matsushiro has been paying attention to the research progress of APTX4869 in recent years. Kudo suspects that he may be used as bait by the organization to follow the clues to find Miyano Shiho's movements, so he speculates that he may have a position on him.

But they really didn't expect Kazuki Matsushiro to have such a big reaction after discovering the tracker.

"Well, I understand," he put down the milk glass, his voice has regained his composure, "the tracker doesn't necessarily belong to the organization."

"Are you messing with others?" Edogawa Conan blurted out.

No wonder he subconsciously destroyed the first sticky note and rewrote it later.

After bluntly speaking this sentence, he knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and made up for it a little dryly: "Then you should pay more attention when you go out, and be careful of the people around you."

The enemy who puts the tracker at every turn, the skill of receiving anesthesia needles empty-handed, and the former organization who is always in the dark. It is hard to imagine what this researcher who escaped from the organization ten years ago has experienced in the past ten years. .

"I don't usually leave the residence very often. I only came out three times recently, and I bumped into you all." The researcher killed the chatter with one sentence.

Conan: "...uh."

Speaking of which, he was the one who bumped into Kazuki Matsushiro in the first place, and if Kazuki Matsushiro really only went out three times in the past few days, he was really the most suspected.

"I don't doubt what you mean," Matsushiro Kazuki knelt down and picked up the tracker that rolled down on the table, and continued to say with a blank expression, "With your skill, you can't do this thing in the instant you hit me. into the phone."

Conan wanted to uh even more.

He can see that the researcher in front of him likes to shoot people when he is in a bad mood, so he just goes up and picks up the words one after another, and catches the bullets in the face.

But some things have to be said.

He waited for Kazuki Matsushiro to pick up the tracker and sit back on the table before continuing: "No matter who inserted it, you should put this tracker first..." It's best to put it back in the phone and pretend that nothing happened.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Matsushiro Kazuki neatly twisting it in half with one hand, and then threw it straight into the remaining half glass of milk.

Conan took a silent breath.

The researcher looked pale and frail, and actually pinched the tracker in half with one hand.

[Wait, wait, calm down! 】APTX4869 did not expect Kazuki Matsushiro to directly destroy the tracker, 【Why did you break it? 】

If you really want to find out who put the tracker, it is the most appropriate choice to pretend not to know and wait for the tracker to fall into place.

"No need," Kazuki Matsushiro soaked the tracker in milk, and answered both Conan and the system, "That's fine."

The buzzing in my ears didn't stop until then.

He knows his fatal flaw, and when it comes to Gojo Satoru, he is always unable to calm down.

It was the same last time in front of the fourth-level curse spirit, and it was the same when directly destroying the tracker this time.

He forced himself to find a reason for his restlessness: 【If the tracker is not made by Wujo Wufang, then I will only stay in the high school for the next ten days, even if I carry Ba. boundary of the boundary. 】

Granted, there are better ways to verify who actually placed the tracker.

But there is nothing more effective and immediate than this.

The second half of the sentence he didn't finish was——and if the tracker was from Wujo Wufang, and the signal suddenly disappeared, he was now just an ordinary person without magic power, and Wujo Wu would not fail to come.

Out of some secret expectation, he did not say the latter paragraph.

He was waiting for a result that was already doomed.

In such a terrifying silence where you could hear a needle drop, the glass door of the coffee shop was suddenly pushed open by a pair of hands.Amidst the slightly astringent aroma of coffee and the sticky smell of desserts, a wind brought by the glass door switch rushed in.

It is Wujo Satoru.

It is now 03:30 in the afternoon, and the plug-in installed by APTX4869 in Yidizhi's social software shows that Gojo Satoru just got into the supervisor's assistant car more than ten minutes ago.

Sitting on the supervisory auxiliary vehicle, he can appear anywhere, but he should not appear here.

Matsushiro Kazuki turned his head calmly, facing Gojo Satoru's eyes with sunglasses.

The mana filter continues to function.

He came in a hurry, Conan and Haibara were just ordinary people, so they couldn't see Gojo Satoru's rapid teleportation and the shallow spell power that appeared all over his body after subconsciously opening the surgery.

They will only feel an inexplicable sense of danger in the person in front of them.

Isn't this the Matsushiro Kazuki friend I met yesterday?

Conan and Huiyuan Ai met eyes, and Huiyuan shook his head slightly first, signaling him to keep quiet at this time.

Gojo Satoru hurriedly opened the door, and slowed down when he saw that Matsushiro Kazuki was fine, and then he noticed that Matsushiro Kazuki looked at him with extraordinarily calm and determined eyes this time.

Combined with the signal that was cut off just now, he suddenly felt more bad than yesterday.

But Matsushiro Kazuki didn't say anything radical, he just let out a breath slowly, turned around and poured the glass of milk at Gojo Satoru's feet neatly.

The tracker, which was soaked in milk, landed on the edge of his heel with a few light jumps.

Unlimited subconsciousness was activated, and the fighting instinct was faster than his thoughts. The milk and the tracker brushed past the edge of his heel, and the water stains splashed on the ground were separated by a clear boundary line.

But those two trackers that jumped out of the milk are enough.

The intention of Kazuki Matsushiro to pour the milk on the ground was not to let the milk pour over him.

In fact, no amount of words can compare to the reality that these two trackers are dripping on the heart.

Gojo Satoru remained silent, and in such an obscure gaze, he locked on Matsushiro Kazuki's face from the beginning to the end.

Instead, Kazuki Matsushiro looked away first: "When did you know that I am mine?"

For a moment, very inappropriately, he thought of the cat in Wutiao's house before.

In the Wutiao family, the Son of God was highly praised at that time.

Gojo Satoru went to feed the cat, and at first everyone thought he was just a whim.

Later, he insisted on feeding it for a month, and the servants who served the Son of God had gotten used to him feeding the cat every meal; After insisting on feeding it for a year, no one except him would approach that cat again; after insisting on feeding it for a year and a half, the entire Wujo family has completely acquiesced that this cat belongs to Wujo Satoru.

But it is still untouchable.

Gojo Satoru still feeds every day.

Just when everyone thought it would go on like this, and everyone almost forgot that Gojo Satoru and a cat were on the bar because the cat was not allowed to touch it, finally one day, it was raining outside, and the cat brought Run in with the humidity of the rainy season.

After shaking the fine raindrops all over its body, it lightly rubbed Wujo Wu's hand.

So after Gojo Satoru really touched the cat, he never fed it again.

It was also at that time that Kazuki Matsushiro discovered that no matter how unreliable or a little bastard he was, Gojo Satoru, who was born as the child of God, still had a desire to control like a natural superior. Whatever he wanted, he must get it.

And he prefers picking the stars and the moon in the chilly palace, and disdains that it is easy to get it in the near water tower.

Matsushiro Kazuki looked at the water stains left by milk around his feet, and felt that even though he was in a warm and comfortable coffee shop, there was still a bitter chill climbing up his spine step by step, extending into the His nostrils were filled with a chilly smell of blood.

The root of his tongue was so bitter and astringent.

The chill was too severe, and he couldn't help shivering even when he was freezing.

He suppressed the trembling in his voice, and the words he said were almost aggressive: "When? When did you exorcise the fourth-level curse spirit? When the knotweed came back from the dead? Or in the basement of the knotweed? On the balcony of the dormitory?"

"From the beginning," Gojo Satoru looked down at him, with a low voice, "I knew it from the beginning."

The sunglasses were almost unable to block the gaze of the six eyes, Kazuki Matsushiro only felt that the gaze spreading from the six eyes was engulfing him from top to bottom like a net.

He said at first.

Where's the beginning, when initially entering the mission in the parking lot?

Matsushiro Kazuki sneered loudly.

He couldn't tell whether he laughed out loud or just made a sound to APTX4869 in his heart.

Almost instantly, he felt a sarcasm so strong that it almost overwhelmed him.

His previous anger, his stupefaction when he was talking to Yuzu Yujin in the basement, his countless flashbacks to the clips related to Gojo Satoru, his self-righteous slush claws, and the garbled id he suddenly touched, all of them It is a very strong irony.

He shouldn't boast that Yan Guo has no trace at all.

Because under the heavy snow all over the sky, only the dense claws of hunting beasts are covered.

They hibernate between heavy snowfalls one after another, watching him struggle back and forth as if watching a joke, watching geese circling in the air over and over again.

Those details that touched him, those moments that made him stunned, were all covered by inch after inch of heavy snow, which buried the sharp weapon deeper and deeper.

They are waiting for the geese to fall.

He suddenly felt an almost tearing phantom pain in his ankle.

Kazuki Matsushiro knew that this was probably another illusion.

But he no longer wants to distinguish these.

Amidst the low French tone of the female voice in the coffee shop, Kazuki Matsushiro sighed heavily, and raised his eyes tiredly.

Where should he compare himself to the stars, the moon or the swan geese?

"You have also seen that it has nothing to do with the organization." Finally, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said to Kudo and Miyano who were still sitting next to him, "Let's end today."

These words seemed to be addressed to Kudo Shinichi and Miyano Shiho who were sitting here, and they seemed to be addressed to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru didn't move where he was, but just looked at him stubbornly.

Matsushiro Kazuki sighed from the bottom of his heart, and nodded to Miyano: "The rest is my private business."

Thank goodness, the moment Haibara Ai heard this sentence, she pulled Conan off the stool almost like dragging her, and left the coffee shop like flying.

She felt like she had never run so fast before.

Needless to say, the moment Kazuki Matsushiro's friend wearing sunglasses appeared, she wanted to leave.

Only Kudo Shinichi, who is not afraid of dying when he encounters a case, still plans to sit in the VIP viewing booth and continue watching.Haibara Ai dragged Kudo Shinichi all the way out of the coffee shop and gasped for several breaths on his knees, only then did he feel the air around him suddenly relaxed.

It's obviously nothing to do with her, but now it's like she's come back to life.

"Haihara..." Conan was pulled out of the coffee shop by her, and now he was a little uneasy, "Should we go back and say that this tracker was discovered by us accidentally..."

Although what he found was a tracker, for some reason, he subconsciously felt that the two of them seemed to have done something bad with good intentions.

"Don't talk about it." Hui Yuanai took a deep breath, and could accidentally open the back cover of the phone.

This explanation makes no sense at all.

And the girl's sensitivity and slenderness told her that Kazuki Matsushiro probably didn't want others to see it at this time.The moment his friend wearing sunglasses appeared, there was an unspeakable atmosphere between them that no one else could penetrate.

She glanced at the small corner of the coffee shop through the glass. The place where they were sitting was just blocked by the flowers and plants placed by the French windows, and she saw nothing.

"Don't go," Hui Yuanai withdrew his gaze, "He said it's a private matter."

private matter.

Matsushiro Kazuki used the word "private matter".

Gojo Satoru stood there motionless, he would rather ask him sharp words and actions at this time than see him calmly asking people to leave as if nothing had happened.

It's like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Matsushiro Kazuki knew the truth of slapping a jujube, even when stabbing someone with this blunt knife, there was a little honey on the tip of the knife.

As if afraid of giving too much, the light golden honey color is lightly dotted on the tip of the knife, wrapped in dripping pain, if he opens his mouth to taste, the sweetness will be stretched into his throat with the stubborn knife edge inside.

"The matter of the tracker has nothing to do with them." Seeing Miyano and Kudo leaving the coffee shop, Kazuki Matsushiro rubbed his brows, subconsciously explaining his behavior of letting them leave, "Your six eyes should have seen it too. The two of them are not simple children."

Since they were shrunk down to juvenile form by APTX4869, based on his understanding of Six Eyes, in Gojo Satoru's field of vision, the two of them must be different from normal children of this age.

Now that I think about it, Gojo Goku paid special attention to his legs that day on the commercial street, and I guess it was not easy to spot the elementary school student who bumped into him at a glance.

"It's a side effect of a drug that Miyano and Kudo became like this..." He didn't finish his sentence.

As if he didn't listen to him at all, Gojo Goto stepped forward a few steps and knelt on the stool to clasp his thin shoulders, and slammed his messy hair straight into his neck, repeating in a muffled voice: "You just said What follows is a private matter."

Where Kazuki Matsushiro could not see, as if he had just breathed out, he slowly lowered his head and shook off his sunglasses, and buried his eyes in his shoulders and neck.

He is willing to bump into this kind of sharp edge with honey in it.

"Yes, it's a private matter," Kazuki Matsushiro was stunned for a moment by his action, and his tone involuntarily slowed down, "...you let go first, let's talk about it."

At the moment when he confirmed that the tracker was Gojo Gofang, the strong emotions that rushed into his heart dissipated, and when reason regained the top of his mind, he realized that Miyano and Kudou were still beside him.

This is still a coffee shop.

public area.

For the sake of others here, he will not say anything excessive to Wujo Satoru, nor will he take any drastic actions.

In fact, APTX4869 used the three words "good boy" every time to persuade him. There was indeed some truth in it. Before Kazuki Matsushiro's mind was filled with blood, but he couldn't say a serious word to Gojo Satoru.

too familiar.

For more than ten years, almost at the moment when some serious words popped into his mind, he was able to predict Gojo Satoru's next reaction.

There is really no need to talk about the quarrel to this point.

The dialogue that has been rehearsed in his mind and then reproduced in reality will not only make the gap deeper, but it will not achieve the effect of making him feel better.

On the contrary, it would be better to say that if he saw Wujo Wujo react as he expected after he really said something serious, he would feel even more uncomfortable.

So before the overwhelming emotions overwhelmed his reason again, he just thought he should talk while he calmed down a bit.

Before formally talking about the topics that would make him feel uncomfortable, he subconsciously found the most innocuous beginning to start the conversation.

Kazuki Matsushiro tried to continue the sentence he had been interrupted by Gojo Satoru before: "The medicine that caused them to shrink and before me..."

"Don't let go," the person he wanted to talk to still buried his face in his neck, interrupting him in a muffled voice, "Since it's a private matter, don't mention other people's names."

Matsushiro Kazuki laughed angrily at his words.

"Then what should I mention?" He reached out and tried to tear Gojo Satoru off his shoulder, "Tracker?"

He wanted to have a good talk with Gojo Satoru, so he deliberately chose a peaceful topic to start the conversation.In the end, he had to start the dispute again and bring up the tracker before he was satisfied?

"Bring my name," Gojo Satoru's voice whispered next to his ear. Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't see his expression, but just listening to his tone seemed to be the one who had been greatly wronged. Someone else's name appeared."

Where is the fallacy.

Kazuki Matsushiro struggled for a long time but failed to get him off. Gojo Satoru clasped his shoulders in an unfavorable posture. After struggling for a long time, he pulled himself out of sweat and wanted to roll his eyes angrily: "The coffee shop is a public place." .”

This will make him feel lucky that the location chosen by Hui Yuan Ai is a corner that is not easy to be noticed.

Otherwise, Matsushiro Kazuki has no doubt that even if he is sitting in the middle of the coffee shop, even if there are customers all around to see the excitement, Gojo Satoru will hold him tightly and will not let go.

It is the degree of social death that you can immediately die and return to the headquarters to change your life in the mission world, and you will never forget it in your midnight dream in this life.

Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't help but sighed again in his heart.

If this were to be replaced by Gojo Satoru, a young man who was still relatively thin-skinned before, he probably wouldn't be able to do this kind of rogue behavior of directly hugging people in public places and not letting them go.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru quickly answered, "I can settle the bill, so it won't be a public place."

Answering so quickly, I'm afraid that's what I thought at the beginning.

As soon as these words came out, Matsushiro Kazuki forgot what he was going to say just now, and just wanted to give Gojo Satoru an elbow.

"Is that how the tent is used?" He rubbed his temples, and suddenly understood the mood they felt when Noctua Moth Zhengdao led them ten years ago.

What other teachers said might be out of anger, but Ye Mozheng said "You are the worst class I have ever taught" must be from the bottom of my heart.

What's more, a poor student leader is still here ten years later: "You said this is a public place."

For a moment, Kazuki Matsushiro wanted APTX4869 to put a spell on his mind, otherwise his barely squeezed calm would soon be wiped out by Gojo Satoru.

Of course, it probably wasn't all Gojo Satoru's misuse of the account.

It's July and August, which is scorchingly hot outside, and although the air conditioner is turned on in the coffee shop, no matter how cold the air conditioner is, it can't withstand Gojo Satoru's hugging method that almost puts him in his arms.

Kazuki Matsushiro pulled APTX4869 out of his mind and began to play the Qingxin Mantra, and gradually calmed down in the solemn and solemn music of the system: "Get up, you are not too hot, I am too hot."

"I'll get up if you tell me to pay the bill." Gojo Satoru still buried his eyes in his shoulders and neck, and when he spoke, he breathed into the hollow of his neck little by little with the movement of speaking. Itchy: "But there can only be two of us in the tent, only two of us."

The calmer Kazuki Matsushiro became, the more uneasy he felt in his heart, and the tighter his arms contracted, as if only by confirming the existence of Kazuki Matsushiro in this way could he feel more at ease.

He clearly knew that his current situation was indeed abnormal, but he couldn't let go at all.

Unless he is now allowed to open the tent that can only accommodate the two of them, and let him be sure that another person who is close to his skin in this confined space really exists.

Then, while thinking in his heart, his voice became lower and lower. At the end, he whispered like complaining: "And you haven't called my name yet..."

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...

He put this aside and said a bunch of the last Gojo Wu and returned to the original point.

A string in his brain snapped, and the solemn and solemn Mantra of Purifying Hearts could no longer hold him down. He raised the other knee that was not pressed by his leg and pressed it against Gojo Wu's abdomen. Past: "Start up."

He originally wanted to push Wujo Wu, but he didn't expect that the grandson would hug him tightly from the upper body, and the part that didn't touch him was still open with no lower limit.

The force that went out for a while was not stopped, Matsushiro Kazuki did not push him away, but a dull pain from hitting a heavy object in his knee.

For a moment, amidst the severe pain, Kazuki Matsushiro was about to laugh stupidly to himself.

In front of Kudo Shinichi, he climbed over the wall and kidnapped him to receive an anesthetic needle, and when he came to Wujo Gojo, he forgot to use the meniscus to hit the cement hardness barrier without a limit.

I really owed Gojo Satoru in my previous life. When I met him, it was like turning on the wisdom buff and anger up.

There was a dull crash when the knee collided with No Lower Limit, and Wujo Satoru, who was still hugging him tightly one second, suddenly got up the next second, staring down at his knee as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Amid the tearing pain, Kazuki Matsushiro didn't want to speak anymore.

Okay, if he had known that knocking his knee would make him stand up, what was the purpose of his back and forth in the previous few sentences.

Wouldn't it be better if he knocked himself earlier?

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded more aggrieved than his injured one: "I forgot that there is no lower limit."

He lowered his eyes and pressed his forehead against his. The hand that was tightly clasping his shoulder before now turned to grab his wrist, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Contrary to the movements of his hands, he looked dejected, and his tone was like a primary school student who was standing outside the classroom and was forced to stand and reflect.

There is no elementary school student who is so capable.

Kazuki Matsushiro dodged his forehead angrily: "You look up."

Gojo Satoru remained motionless.

Well, Kazuki Matsushiro doesn't even need to think about it, he is definitely looking at his knees with six eyes.

"Okay, I don't know if the meniscus is cracked or not." My own body knows best, but at most his knees are bruised. "Hurry up, look up."

After Gojo Satoru confirmed that his knee was really fine, he slowly looked up at him.

Kazuki Matsushiro was suddenly swept into a sea of ​​old waves.

He almost thought that Gojo Satoru was actually crying when he buried his head in his neck just by hearing the tone of voice before.

But it didn't.

In the eyes he looked at, the eye sockets were still clean, only a part of the eyelid under the white eyelashes exposed some thin red skin.

What surged in the light blue eyes was no longer the sparkling fire, but the sea waves accumulated for ten years.

He fell into this sea area at once, and was pulled into the deep water waves by the undercurrent.

This boundless old wave turned into endless silence.

The distance was a bit too close, and only Wujo Satoru's eyes could fit in his pupils.

This time, he was sure that the cold and frightening determination before was indeed a unique experience that would only be produced when he was stared at by six eyes.

"...Where's your sunglasses?" With such creepy determination, Kazuki Matsushiro spoke first.

"Behind," Gojo Satoru said in a low voice, "I just got rid of it."

One hand of Matsushiro Kazuki was pressed tightly by him, and the other hand groped backwards along the position where he just lay on his stomach. As expected, he found a pair of sunglasses hanging on the edge of the back of the chair behind him.

When Gojo Satoru was groping for his sunglasses, he stubbornly turned over the hand that was pressed by him on the stool, and interlocked his fingers tightly.

Kazuki Matsushiro did not suppress his voice when he said "Get up". Although the seat was remote, as soon as the voice came out, several curious eyes in the coffee shop followed the voice.

Jealousy and uneasiness accompanied by this point of view followed him like a shadow, Wujo Satoshi moved to the left without a trace, forcibly blocking the outside world's sight.

Only this point of holding Matsushiro Kazuki's skin tightly can make him feel a little real.

Matsushiro Kazuki shook the hand that was held by him with a splitting headache: "Open the tent."

He figured it out, if Wujo Wu was not allowed to open the account, wouldn't he want to have a good talk with him today.

The pitch-black curtain fell from the top of the two of them following his movements, opening up a dark and secret space in the spacious and bright coffee shop.

The characteristics of the tent can be set and changed by the person who opened it, until the last trace of the tent fell to the ground, and the black barrier separated this space from the bright hall outside, and Kazuki Matsushiro realized that there was nothing inside the tent. Not many light sources.

All the noisy sounds were blocked outside the tent, together with the light and heat, the newly opened space was dark and quiet.

There are only dots and dots of light that leak in from outside the tent, the world and the stars are immersed in this darkness, the dots of light are like shining gems in the depths of a dark cave.

Gojo Satoru's remaining hand wrapped around the other half of his body like an inch, and in a trance, Matsushiro Kazuki felt like a gem that was brought back into the cave by a dragon.

But this is only a momentary illusion.

After the loss of light and sound, the time is always set off to be extraordinarily long.

After a while, Gojo Satoru probably had adjusted his mood, and Kazuki Matsushiro finally said, "Can you talk properly now?"

Gojo Satoru's breathing lightened for a moment.

It was too dark in the tent, he deliberately didn't look at Gojo Satoru's expression, but gradually considered what he was going to say next: "Gojo, since you don't want to mention others, let's talk about private matters now."

Gojo Satoru paused and dropped the tent, and Matsushiro Kazuki also called his name, but he suddenly felt a kind of panic that he couldn't grasp.

Reflexively, he clasped the hand tightly.

I don’t know if the darkness temporarily made Matsushiro Kazuki relax. His expression at this moment was extraordinarily calm, and his tone didn’t sound like he was talking to him, but rather coaxing the child: “No matter when you knew my identity , why put a tracker?"

As long as he wanted, he could pass through the magic formula, pass through the six eyes, and no matter how bad it was, he could still leave the curse power on his body.

Kazuki Matsushiro usually would not leave the high school of conjuration, even if he went out occasionally, he would go to the knotweed. Putting a tracker on him is actually meaningless.

But Wujo Satoru let go, why?

He claims to understand Gojo Satoru, but he really can't figure out why.

He just wanted an answer.He can accept whatever the answer is.

For a long time, Gojo Satoru did not make a sound.

The vision of the six eyes is not blocked by the darkness, Gojo Satoru outlines his figure along the outline of Matsushiro Kazuki, reconfirming his existence.

Of course, he can locate it in countless ways, and even within the six-eye field of vision, as long as he thinks, he can know what Kazuki Matsushiro is doing at this moment, who he is talking to, what expression on his face, and what emotions are in his words.

But the more you get, the closer you are to drinking poison to quench your thirst.

Unless it is completely confirmed that Kazuki Matsushiro belongs to him from the beginning to the end, otherwise these methods are just dry and superficial satisfaction.

So what exactly does he want before he gets it completely?

So since he just wants to get the location at this stage, let's start with the tracker, which can only see the location and can't see the specific situation.

In the shocking silence, he clasped Kazuki Matsushiro's hand, and suddenly felt the great panic and emptiness fade away.

He should have been afraid that Kazuki Matsushiro would know that he had been spotted a long time ago.

But at this point, the impulse that has been suppressed from the beginning to the end has been expressed in a vague way.

He was silent for too long, until Matsushiro Kazuki began to wonder if this question was so difficult to answer.

After a while, Gojo Gojo leaned down, put the hand tightly clasped to his face to his face, and said in a low voice, "I can pretend that I never recognized you."

He would retreat back to that safe distance and hibernate.

"Pretend that this has never happened before," Gojo Satoru continued, "I will never do something similar in the future."

He can use six eyes, spells, and nets.

"What else?" Gojo Satoru spoke better than he sang, Matsushiro Kazuki struggled for his hand, but couldn't move away, so he could only ask him, "What else is left?"

Gojo Satoru clasped his hand, and his voice became lower and lower: "I can move out of the dormitory next to you."

He added in a lower voice: "But I need some time to find a new house."

Find a house that is more suitable for two people to live in.

"and then?"

Matsushiro Kazuki seemed indifferent to all of this.

"I can do anything." Wujo Satoru said.

He can do anything.

But as if feeling a little bit of the meaning behind Kazuki Matsushiro's words, he squeezed that hand, and rubbed the protruding ulna on his wrist carefully, rubbing that point of skin back and forth until it turned red: "I As long as you stay in the high school."

Matsushiro Kazuki suddenly felt an unspeakable tiredness.

"Gojo Satoru," he looked up, and looked at Gojo Satoru in the dark, "the time a person can spend with another person is limited, and I'm not omnipotent."

Sooner or later he will log out of the world, and sooner or later he will return to real life.

He said it nicely, distinguishing the mission world from the real world, but