After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

In the confusion of thoughts, Gojo Satoru almost couldn't distinguish between memory and reality.

The basement was a bit dark, he lowered his eyes, even though he maintained such an extremely intimate posture with Matsushiro Kazuki, just looking at his expression seemed a little dangerous and difficult to get close to.

Theoretically speaking, the never-ending inversion technique keeps maintaining the activity of the brain when it unfolds without a lower limit. The particularity of the technique and the six eyes also determines that his agility and responsiveness will always be maintained when he is awake. above the horizontal line.

But it's hard to tell if he's now sober or not.

Normally, he would suppress this thought the second it rises up.

But now, at least at the moment, he was eager to try.

Behind Matsushiro Kazuki involuntarily flashed a sense of crisis climbing up the tailbone.

Not quite right.

Obviously Gojo Satoru looked very normal this time, but he subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Kazuki Matsushiro has no doubt that if the system scans Gojo Satoru at this time, his blackening value will definitely exceed ninety.

He also has a lot of experience in death. He has faced attacks from outside the world at least four times, and his sixth sense in the face of crisis has long been trained to be extremely accurate.

The unspeakable atmosphere now is like a sense of depression that is about to roll up dark waves under the calm sea.

There are only two people standing here, besides Gojo Satoru, could it be him who caused this atmosphere?

Gojo Satoru still lowered his eyes, his facial features clearly dissolved in the dim light.

Sensing a dangerous signal, Kazuki Matsushiro's heart suddenly stopped beating for half a beat, and even his face showed a mixture of hesitation and vigilance.

"Wujo." He had a sixth sense that if he didn't stop Wujo Satoru, it would be too late.

Gojo Satoru snapped back to his senses.

He didn't miss the absurdity in Matsushiro Kazuki's eyes before he spoke.

The incomparably chaotic thoughts faded in an instant, and Gojo Satoru switched from the image exuding a dangerous aura last second to his usual expression almost instantly.

He reacted immediately.

But Matsushiro Kazuki didn't notice the momentary change in him, he just frowned and explained while recalling: "That gun is called Gungnir."

"It's a kind of..." Matsushiro Kazuki didn't look at him, and said with a frown like a memory, "You can understand it as a kind of weapon that doesn't exist in reality, but is just a concept of myths and legends."

There are only Norse myths and legends in the world of this mission, but no specific gods exist.

Gungnir, who came from outside the world, is like a weapon made out of concepts to this world where only myths remain.

It is difficult to explain these concepts clearly to the aborigines in the mission world. Fortunately, Gojo Gojo has a strong comprehension ability, and he is also well-informed. The most important thing is that he has seen this gun with his own eyes.

"Doesn't exist?" He heard Gojo Satoru ask back.

——I have seen the disadvantages of this gun with my own eyes, so this is it.

"...Well, it does exist," Kazuki Matsushiro gave up on himself. "In that sense, this weapon does not belong to the category that ordinary people can use, nor is it something that would appear under normal circumstances."

He didn't know why he had to explain to Gojo Satoru what weapon he was killed by for the first time, maybe it was because of the guilt and bitterness after more than ten years, anyway, he didn't regret bringing up this topic.

It is said that the authorities are confused by the onlookers, and when he was scratched by Wujo Wu's sharp danger, he vaguely tasted what Wujo Wu deliberately wanted to hide yesterday.

Gojo Satoru's mental state was probably not quite right.

So when he said these words, his voice carried some usual consolation, as if he wanted to leave out the part of his death that was related to Gojo Satoru.

"...Oh." Faced with such a calm and comforting tone, Gojo Satoru could only lower his eyes to avoid his sight, and the turbulent impulse that was a second ago suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Matsushiro Kazuki choked at his half-hearted response.

He thought Gojo Satoru was concerned about the cause of his death when something went wrong just now, so he explained it.

Wasn't it?

He twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly felt that he had said something wrong, he might as well not explain.

Speaking of which, can Gungnir really tell the NPCs in the mission world?He won't get a yellow card from the Authority, will he?

Kazuki Matsushiro's thoughts wandered endlessly, and then he heard Gojo Satoru's voice a step later: "I know."

Matsushiro Kazuki:? ? ?

"Ah?" He was rarely at a loss, "What do you know, Gungnir?"

How did Wujo Satoru know?

Then Wujo Wu seemed to be able to read minds, his mood fluctuated from good to bad. At this time, his tone became cold again: "Check the information."

"...Oh," this time it was Kazuki Matsushiro, he was speechless for a long time, and finally responded dryly, "Then you are quite well-read."

He thought Gojo Satoru didn't know about it, so he took the initiative to explain it.

More than just reading books.

Gojo Satoru slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

In order to get this answer from Matsushiro Kazuki's mouth, he did not know how many years he spent.

In this way, he repeated that moment countless times in the almost choking, sticky, bloody rust smell at the end of his nose.

When the spear pulled out the last piece of skin at the end of his heart, the little blood foam and the looming magic lines almost took root in his dream and climbed to the top, lingering on the ends of his fingers, with a gentle but irresistible biting chill pierced his limbs.

That golden tail of wisdom is so difficult and decisive, running through every dream of his, weaving a delicate, gorgeous and strong birdcage.

But he remembered the vigilance and absurdity that flashed in Kazuki Matsushiro's eyes at that moment.

"It's been a long time of investigation." He finally suppressed his voice and said with a controlled breath.

If you really want to count it, this is the first time Kazuki Matsushiro has taken the initiative to mention something about the past to him in the past ten years.

Regarding his previous identities, no matter when he was a high school ten years ago or when he came back ten years later, Matsushiro Kazuki seems to have always maintained an unusually persistent attitude of denial, never taking the initiative to explain and never Do not take the initiative to mention.

To take the initiative to talk about this is almost a signal of compromise.

He was reassured by this signal of compromise.

Kazuki Matsushiro answered without knowing why: "...Have you worked hard?"

He really didn't know what to say.

Gojo Satoru's throat was blocked by his standard straight man answer.

His teeth were itchy with anger, and he simply turned his head away without saying a word.

No hard work, life is hard.

What to say that Matsushiro Kazuki is easy to coax, obviously he is the best coaxer.

Just like now, he rejoiced at this compromise in his heart, but he was also irresistibly sticky with a little bit of progress.

Angrily, he thought to just lock Matsushiro Kazuki here, he would never be in any danger here and would never be able to leave without authorization.At the same time, he thought emotionally, at a time like this, can you even cheat me by saying something nice?

Fortunately, Matsushiro Kazuki is always very sensitive when he should be sensitive.

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned his head away, and this concrete resistance made him subconsciously realize that perhaps saying these things was not enough.

It is impossible to say that he is not at a loss, he will be completely unable to understand what Wujo Satoru is thinking.

He just acted with his sixth sense, relying on the radar he had cultivated after being with him for more than ten years to deal with Gojo Satoru ten years later, like a boat sailing on a dark reef.

Between the wild waves and the night, the helmsman at the helm was confused for a moment.

What does Gojo Satoru want to hear?

After knowing it, he remembered what he hadn't said in the past ten years.

"Don't cry," Matsushiro Kazuki suddenly seemed to cover the eyes of Gojo Satoru more than ten years ago after a long river of time, Fukuchi said the words that were more than ten years late, "I will be with you for a long time. "

Gojo Satoru, who turned his head away, was startled.

The eye sockets under Kazuki Matsushiro's palms were warm and dry, without any trace of moisture.

But he felt like a delusion that it was raining in Gojo Satoru's heart.

"...I didn't." After a long time, he heard Gojo Gojo's voice muffled, "When did I cry in front of you?"

When Matsushiro Kazuki heard this, he originally wanted to give an example of Gojo Satoru's embarrassment in his childhood, but after turning around in his mind, he later realized that there was really no such thing.

"Okay." He lowered his head and straightened his cuffs resentfully, "You are amazing, you are noble, and you never cried or acted like a baby since you were a child."

The story of Gungnir is over, he would be stupid to mention whether you cried when I died hahaha.

He is emotionally retarded but not emotionally retarded. He still knows when to say something.

Except for Gungnir, Gojo Satoru was full of burdens when he was a child, except that when he tricked cats and dogs to jump over the wall and skip class, he could see a little bit of the essence of causing disaster sooner or later, and acted like a child like other children. Such things are really never done once.

Kazuki Matsushiro pondered for a while, only to be belatedly realize that the little bit of coquettish and shameless kung fu in his childhood was actually all added to the current Gojo Satoru.

Since yesterday, Gojo Satoru seemed to be a little more clingy than before.

To put it bluntly, the part of him that was not awakened when he was a child has been transferred to the present, but to put it bluntly, it is Wujo Satoru not pretending.

He has completely evolved into a large clinging pendant, even when he put his head aside, he stretched out his hand to hold him in place, saying that you can't leave my side is written on his face.

This is probably good...

Kazuki Matsushiro pondered for a while, before he could finish breathing, he suddenly heard the phone ring.

Although his mobile phone is unusable, it is not bad, but the outer screen was broken when Hui Yuan violently disassembled the phone, making it inconvenient to see and touch the screen.

Before leaving, he just sent a message to Huiyuan. Although the mobile phone was no longer available, he still carried it with him for the convenience of APTX4869 to send and receive messages.

The shock at this time could only be a message, but he couldn't ask the system to reply to him in front of Wujo Wu.

"Whose message?" Gojo Satoru, whose eyes were covered by him, heard the voice as if he had installed a radar, and suddenly pulled his hand off, turned his head, his eyes seemed to be eating people.

"I don't know," Kazuki Matsushiro knew it was over when he saw his performance, so he could only take out his mobile phone and said sincerely, "You know, my mobile phone is broken."

So just let this go.

——It's a pity that Gojo Satoru doesn't give in.

His tone was extremely enthusiastic, but his eyes were fixed on his mobile phone without moving: "It doesn't matter that you can see with six eyes."

It's the outer screen that's broken, not the inner screen.

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...?

It doesn't matter if your eyes don't look like that, right? !

[Tong, hurry up! ] He turned around and called the system for help, 【Whose information? 】

——It must be Nagasaki and the others.

[Miyano Shiho,] APTX4869 said ruthlessly, [She said she has time on Saturday. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...It's over.

Miyano Shiho didn't return sooner or later, but he returned at this time, it was his life.

The ancestor who had just been coaxed next to him was still staring at his mobile phone without moving.

Matsushiro Kazuki secretly felt that he was about to suffer, and he clicked several times as if he was dead, before he clicked on the message pop-up window.

The screen was broken and colorful, and under the perspective of six eyes, Gojo Satoru could see the information, he dared not say anything or ask anything.

He just looked at Gojo Satoru's slightly lit face illuminated by the phone screen, and felt in a trance that there were grudges written on the left, jealousy written on the right, and a line written on the forehead in the middle: Bossy and jealous.