After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Kazuki Matsushiro suffocated.

A bit of tiredness that remained in his body came together with a sense of powerlessness, and he wanted to retort that no one is omnipotent.

But Wujo Satoru said omnipotent at this time, as if he had been endowed with some special meaning, his throat was choked for a long time, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Perhaps the darkness can indeed cover up some things and amplify some emotions.

Taking advantage of this darkness, Kazuki Matsushiro looked up at those bright and startling eyes for a while, the tip of his knuckles felt warm to the touch that belonged to another person's skin, for some reason, he was suddenly tempted to reach out and touch a The urge to touch those eyes.

It was as if he wanted to touch the flash of light in his eyes for a moment.

He thought so, so he did it.

This light reminded him of Gojo Satoru in his childhood when he just entered the mission world a long time ago.

Gojo Satoru's emotions are actually easy to distinguish, not to mention that the first person he came into contact with was Gojo Satoru who was still seven or eight years old. Many times when he disagreed with his heart, it was often his eyes that betrayed him.

But it is a pity that the particularity of Six Eyes determines that as he grows up, the information it can receive will gradually increase exponentially.

I don't know when it started, but the mind of the young Gojo Satoru began to be filled with non-essential information around him all the time.

As big as the attack of the curse spirit in the distance, as small as the trajectory of the dust, Six Eyes unscrupulously piled up all the information in the mind of the still young Wujo Wujo, so before he learned to screen and block these information, he put on the sunglasses.

While obstructing the line of sight and reducing the intake of information, the six eyes that have gradually become complete are under the cover of sunglasses, and the sense of oppression for others is also reduced.

Then, before Kazuki Matsushiro left the mission world, he never saw these eyes again.

More often, it is hidden behind a little brown lens.

Rarely, now is the time for him to take off his sunglasses in non-combat situations.

After taking off the sunglasses, Six Eyes will almost greedily grab all the information around. Thanks to the barrier of the tent, Gojo Satoru will first receive all the information in this small world.Including the rise and fall of Matsushiro's chest when Kazuki breathes, the moment when he blinks his eyelashes up and down, the folds of his clothes tumbling and overlapping, and his fingertips moving up and down slightly.

And a hand that seemed to be trying to break free from his grasp.

So before Kazuki Matsushiro could meet his eyes, he grabbed hold of him again.

He grasped it extremely tightly, as if he was afraid that Matsushiro Kazuki would disappear as soon as he let go, and even the peak of his lips that was close to the inside of his wrist pressed against his arteries, tender and presumptuous.

It seems that his existence can be confirmed through the beating of blood vessels.

Wujo Wujo pretended that none of this happened, saying that he would let go, move away, and agree to anything.

Then he grabbed Matsushiro Kazuki's hand even tighter.

A liar with double words and deeds.

But just as Kazuki Matsushiro knew enough about how he would react after he said something serious, he also knew how Kazuki Matsushiro would respond after he said such a thing.

What's even more advantageous is that the current Matsushiro Kazuki has not changed much from the one he is familiar with.

But Kazuki Matsushiro was not.

He only knew Wujo Wujo ten years ago, but after ten years, the young Wujo Wujo was like a never-ending boat, sailing forward in time during the ten years since he left.

All he understood was Gojo Satoru ten years ago, but what Gojo Satoru understood was Matsushiro Kazuki who had never changed.

Facing Gojo Satoru, Matsushiro Kazuki would evade, lose control, and panic.

Then he relentes.

But Gojo Satoru won't.

He does whatever it takes, deliberates, and retreats to advance, as long as he can achieve his goal.

It's like he knew that after he said this, Matsushiro Kazuki could no longer pretend that nothing happened.

The lower he lowered his stance, the more Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't make a decision.

Sure enough, Kazuki Matsushiro was held by him, surrounded by extremely quiet darkness.

At some point, the light coming in from the outside disappeared.

Kazuki Matsushiro was silent for a while, and finally asked him softly: "Do you think it's okay to pretend that none of this happened?"

Can it be considered that no tracker was found in the phone, that they were still just ordinary colleagues, that Wujo Satoru, who was still holding his hand and refused to let go, did not exist?

All the voices disappeared at this time, the last breath of his words floated in this lightless sea, all he could see was darkness, only Wujo Wu's eyes were amazingly bright.

"If you can, I can." Wujo Satoru said.

As if he had no principles at all, he followed his words and praised Matsushiro Kazuki very highly.

It seems that Kazuki Matsushiro will agree to whatever he says next.

As long as Kazuki Matsushiro is willing to mention it, everything that happened to them today will be written off, and the previous ten years will also be written off, and he is willing to continue like this.

So the more this happened, the more Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't say anything.

He couldn't see Gojo Satoru like this.

He can go through fire and water for him with all his enthusiasm, but as long as Gojo Satoru returns a little bit, he will panic.

He would rather owe Gojo Satoru himself, and would rather continue this unequal contribution, so that when he logs out of the world and leaves, he can be justified and without guilt.

So when it comes to Wujo Satoru, his first reaction is always to run away, and then he loses control when he has nowhere to escape, and then he loses control of his emotions and spreads to panic.

In the end, he will soften his heart.

"I can't." Matsushiro Kazuki said.

You can't just deny everything.

"Gojo Satoru," he was dizzy, but still turned his wrist in a circle, grabbed Gojo Satoru's wrist and stood up with strength, and sighed deeply, "What's so good about me?"

He is selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.

He makes mistakes, gets out of hand, and can feel overwhelming at times. *

Gojo Satoru prefers to catch the stars and embrace the moon, but he is neither the moon in the cold palace, nor a star hanging high in the night sky.

What's so good about him?

But Gojo Satoru let him hold on, and coaxed clumsily, "Anywhere is fine."

While slowly approaching within the acceptable limit of Matsushiro Kazuki, he then entered an overly intimate distance like an inch.

If the moon palace is cold, then he would rather fly to the cold pond.

Fortunately, the wrist of the person in front of him is warm.

"What time is it?" Finally, Kazuki Matsushiro turned to the beginning, "I remember this afternoon is the practice class of the first grade."

The questioning, which began aggressively, ended with his taking a step back.

"Five points." Wujo Wu answered every question.

After losing the light, the time was stretched extremely long. If Gojo Satoru hadn't said that it was only five o'clock, he would have thought that they had spent the afternoon in the tent.

"Go back to school first." He used his free hand to straighten the collar that was twisted during the back and forth movements of the two, "open the curtain."

The retina, which has been used to the darkness, suddenly received several extremely dazzling rays of light.

The noise in the coffee shop came back to his ears, and the low-pitched French tones of a female voice fell gently into the air around him.

Matsushiro Kazuki subconsciously wanted to block the light with his hand.

Gojo Satoru first raised his hand to cover his eyes.

His palms were warm, and the nails on his fingers were neatly trimmed. Before he could react, they gently covered his eyes like a prophet.

Then his phone started to ring like crazy, several missed calls and text messages popped up one after another crazily.

The tent can shield radio waves, and during the time Gojo Satoru stayed in the tent, all calls to him and text messages sent to him were in a state of being unreceivable.

Gojo Satoru just let it ring like that until Matsushiro Kazuki came back and moved his palm away from his eyes.

The missed calls that popped up frantically stuck Gojo Satoru's phone for at least [-] seconds. He threw it on the table beside him. Kazuki Matsushiro moved away the hand belonging to Gojo Satoru before he saw the phone at the bottom of the phone screen. One missed call and text message was sent by Yidichi Jiegao.

Then he belatedly remembered that ten minutes before Gojo Satoru came here, the positioning plug-in installed by APTX4869 in Yidizhi showed that he had just boarded Yidizhi's car.

Then the phone flashed a few reminders above Yi Dizhi's missed calls, and countless missed calls broadcast by Noctuidad Zhengdao.

There is also a piece of Qihai Jianren mixed in the middle.

Gojo Satoru grabbed the phone with one hand and unlocked it, sent Yidizhi a location, and then quickly closed the phone without looking at the message that popped up frantically, and put the screen on the table.

Then, the mobile phone with the screen down burst out a crazier message notification tone than before, then it paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly rang an electric bell.

Gojo Satoru resolutely turned it over to mute it and then buckled it.

The moment he flipped the button, Kazuki Matsushiro caught a glimpse of the caller ID on it as Noctuma Masato.

Gojo Satoru's way of evading the bombardment of Noctua Moth's Zhengdao information and phone calls has been decades-long.

If he hadn't been dizzy now, he would probably have persuaded him not to leave the moth in the air like this, or he would definitely be scolded by him in the end.

But it would be as if all the previous strong emotions had been reversed. He was light-headed and groggy, trying to get a little strength out of his hands, and pressed Gojo Wu's shoulders to his forehead.

Only then did Gojo Satoru realize that his arms and forehead were a little too light red.

And Matsushiro Kazuki just felt that he would fall to the ground immediately if he didn't catch something.

He had previously misjudged the chaos in his mind as the result of meeting Wujo Satoru and not being able to think rationally.

But in fact, he really couldn't think rationally.

He may have a cold.

It might also be a little fever.

Probably because yesterday when chasing Conan and the others, he sweated a lot in order to take a shortcut and climb over the wall in advance, and the cold wind blew behind him.

In normal times, he might not have such a big reaction, it's just that he has a cold, but today is different.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and hit the wind again.

Blessings never come, but misfortunes never come singly.The strength supporting his normal actions was taken away, and the complication of catching a cold quickly occupied his body.

Yizhizhi's car came very quickly, but even under such circumstances, Matsushiro Kazuki still had a little awareness of the past before leaving.

"Milk," he said indistinctly, leaning on Gojo Satoru's shoulder, "I spilled the milk on the floor of the coffee shop."

Wujo Wujo, who was about to take him out, paused.

One and a half hours, not to mention the milk, all the water is almost dry.

By this time, the little milk had already formed a sticky water stain on the ground, and the tracker that had been broken into two pieces was still lying on the edge of the water stain.

He supported Matsushiro Kazuki with one hand and touched a stack of banknotes from his pocket with the other hand. Without looking at the amount, he put one hand on the table and held the cup down, and then used his magic power to hold up the two halves of the tracker and throw it away. into the trash can.

Kazuki Matsushiro's mind was muddled, and after seeing his actions, he only hoped that the clerk who cleaned the floor in the coffee shop would not blacklist Haibara and Conan in the future for the sake of this little tip.

Then he sat in the back row of Yidizhi's supervision and auxiliary vehicle, opened all the windows, trying to use the wind in the vehicle to wake himself up.

Then, for no apparent reason, he fell asleep blowing the cold wind.

Gojo Satoru didn't even know that he reached out and closed the window beside him.

He didn't sleep well, probably because he was still sick, and there was a lingering depression between his brows.

Gojo Satoru lightly closed the window of the car he was leaning against.

In the reflection of the car window under a little sunset, he gradually approached by closing the window.

Close as if to kiss.