After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

This surprise attack from the super-level magic spirit ended with three second-level magicians.The casualties of a quasi-first-level conjurer, five supervisors and assistants, and two taboo guards ended.

Along with the casualties, all the special-grade curse objects sealed in the high school-the two-faced Nuo finger, were all stolen.

After such a big event happened, the exchange meeting was forced to be terminated due to various reasons, and the personal battle that was originally scheduled for the next day was not held.

Of course, this has little to do with Matsushiro Kazuki.

On the night of the mantra raid, when Matsushiro Kazuki was lying in the infirmary, drowsy in the smell of alcohol and blood rust, APTX4869 suddenly told him that Miyano Shiho had written back.

Matsushiro Kazuki shuddered, and suddenly stood up from the table, his whole body was awake.

"What's the matter?" Jia Ruozi heard the movement, and looked aside from the side.

"No," Kazuki Matsushiro subconsciously waved his hand in denial, "I almost fell asleep just now."

"Then you go to sleep," Nitro yawned, and glanced at the time next to him, "There's no rush for the report, it's still too early for me to finish dealing with it."

"I'll wait for Gojo Satoru," Kazuki Matsushiro looked at the dark corridor outside the medical office, rubbed his face and let out a sigh of relief, "I'm going to sell water at the vending machine outside, do you want to bring something? "

"Mineral water, thank you." The family's glass is half dead, and after a long period of high-intensity spell output, she can't even drink the alcoholic beverage she invested in. "It would be better if it was iced."

Kazuki Matsushiro picked up a coat from the chair next to him, put it on and went out the door.

The corridor was empty, only the vending machine at the end was still lit with a little cold white light. Kazuki Matsushiro walked all the way, and the voice-activated lights followed. When he stood in front of the vending machine, the lights in the entire corridor were all gone. lights up.

Kazuki Matsushiro took out two banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the vending machine. After avoiding the sight of the glass, he continued to ask:【What did you say in the reply?

When Miyano Shiho sent him a message, he didn't mention his own situation. The words were all about what happened to APTX4869, and at the end he said that he hoped that he could use these materials to research an antidote so that Kudo could return to normal.

It was hard not to worry that something had happened to her.

Ask about the details, and she won’t reply when you send her a message, maybe you want to recruit soldiers. It just so happened that the high school was invaded by a super-level magic spirit and suffered heavy casualties. The magicians who can appear here are all except the students. All follow-up event processing is in progress.

Miyano Shiho defected from the black organization and ran away, forget about Gojo Satoru, he can't drag the students into the black organization's crap.

Not to mention that he didn't even know where Miyano Shiho was or what he met.

He still has a certain understanding of his current combat power. No matter how skilled he is, he is afraid of Bartley. Who knows if Qin Jiu is on the scene? deliver.

When Miyano passed all the information to him, he didn't want to see him go there with his bare hands to die with him...

【Miyano Shiho said she was fine,】 APTX4869's voice sounded at the right time, 【She said that she has been targeted by killers sent by the organization these days, but she is safe for the time being. 】

[The killer of the organization? 】 Kazuki Matsushiro squatted down, and took out two bottles of water from the vending machine.He bought iced mineral water for Nitro, but chose a can of alcoholic beverage for himself, [No wonder she hasn't contacted me for so many days. 】

Since the last time I was at the dessert shop, Miyano never sent any messages. He really wanted to continue talking with her, but following the matter of Anko Nishinomiya, he suddenly encountered a special curse on the road. , and then accidentally involved the line of the real person. He was so devastated by these things that he temporarily put aside the matter of the black organization.

Unexpectedly, when he was dealing with the matter of the curse spirit, it seemed that Miyano Shiho's place was not peaceful...

[She didn't say what's going on? 】Matsushiro Kazuki pulled the pull ring, leaned against the wall and took a sip before he said with lingering fear, 【It sounds like she has been targeted by the killer for a long time, why did she suddenly send all the research materials today? 】

[Did not say,] APTX4869 thought about it, [May I ask? 】

It sent an email asking for details.

After a while, there was a reply: [Miyano said that this matter is very complicated, and I can't explain a few sentences clearly. Let's talk about it face to face in a few days. 】

After this, several weeks passed.

After the sister school exchange meeting was over, the Kyoto school also went back, and the summer of the high incidence of curse incidents was almost over, Miyano Shiho was like a pigeon spirit who was long overdue, and sent Kazuki Matsushiro’s encrypted mailbox Sent an appointment for a meeting place.

When Kazuki Matsushiro saw the message from the mailbox, he was in the furniture store.

This time it wasn't APTX4869 who told him.

The system was being gloriously and frankly in his mind, Kazuki Matsushiro was holding a long list of shopping lists in his hand, and when he heard the notification sound, he freed one hand and tried to unlock the screen lock with difficulty.

"What do you want to see?" Gojo Satoru held a shopping list of the same length in his hand, and moved his head closer.

"Look at an email," Kazuki Matsushiro tapped the screen with his chin, "Swipe it for me."

Gojo Satoru stretched out a hand and swiped the screen, and the message in the mailbox quickly jumped out——

[Four o'clock in the afternoon, Café Poirot. 】

"Who asked you out?" Gojo Satoru muttered in his ear, his sour breath was about to overflow the screen, "The tone is so dragging."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "Isn't this a normal way of socializing?"

Could it be that Miyano Shiho asked him to discuss the relationship between APTX4869 and the Black Organization, and he wanted to exchange a long list of greetings about what and what he ate today?

"Is it normal? How is it normal," Gojo Wu murmured, "I never talk to you like that."

Matsushiro Kazuki perfunctory: "That means you are not normal."

"Yuhito, Megumi, and Nagasaki don't talk like that," Gojo Satoru pulled out three of his students to block the gun, "This guy still meets at the coffee shop, he's not old-fashioned, and he won't be able to fall asleep at night after drinking coffee at four o'clock in the afternoon."

There is no end to this.

"It's none of your business whether you can sleep or not," Matsushiro Kazuki finally couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at him, "I won't sleep with you."

Gojo Satoru was suspiciously silent beside him for a long time, and tentatively said, "...is it possible?"

"You can use a hammer," Kazuki Matsushiro turned off the screen of the phone and elbowed him, "Are you still picking furniture? If you don't pick it, go back to the high school for class."

There are also face mentioning Polygonum cuspidatum Fuhei and Nazaki.

Gojo Wu, who skipped class all day today, insisted that the decoration of his newly bought house was at the last moment, and he was dragged to choose furniture.

Matsushiro Kazuki sat in the infirmary and asked him: "What does your decoration of your home have to do with me?"

Besides, according to Wutiao's family's financial resources, it's not difficult to just sit at home and wait for the manager to send him the album, right?

Gojo Satoru was thick-skinned and shocked, and he spoke plausibly in front of a room full of wounded people: "I will extensively refer to other people's opinions."

"Then don't be surprised, everyone is here now," Matsushiro Kazuki turned around and pointed to everyone in the infirmary, "I can still make a video call to Knotweed and the others, you can refer to them one by one ?”

One of the wounded, a disabled man with a broken arm, raised his other hand to join in the fun: "Let me see, let me see."

Gojo Satoru turned his head and narrowed his eyes: "If you still want your other arm, shut up."

Casualty:  …

The wounded silently put down his hand.

He now deeply understands that sentence: At least half of the people in the magic world are scolding Gojo Satoru.

The other half who didn't scold him were those with broken hands who couldn't type easily.

"That's all, all right, get out of here," Jia Ruozi finally saw enough of the commotion, and waved the two of them out with a wave of his hand, "Don't make any noise in the infirmary."

Matsushiro Kazuki turned his head and tried to struggle: "Since when did this rule exist in the infirmary?"

The infirmary of the high school has always been free, not like an infirmary.

"I've added it now," Jiajin Nitzi rolled his eyes, closed the door without mercy, "bye."

And now, Matsushiro Kazuki is standing in this furniture city.

Surrounded by young couples and young lovers who are close together sweetly, only the two of them, who are much taller than the average height, stand out among everyone like a group of chickens.

"I've never heard of the name of this coffee shop," Gojo Satoru continued, all viciously guessing, "Maybe it's a small roadside shop that makes American food as bad as shabu-shabu."

It sounds difficult to make American style shabu-shabu...

And thinking of Gojo Satoru's obsessive preference for sweets since he was a child, it's hard not to feel that this sentence is his slander from the heart for such bitter things as American style.

"What?" Kazuki Matsushiro compared the two photo frames, chose the one that was relatively pleasing to the eye, and wrote down the item number, "Have you ever drank shabu-shabu water?"

Five enlightenments and one choke.

The world is finally clean.

Matsushiro Kazuki looked up at him after he had written down the item number: "Why do you have such a big opinion on this coffee shop? Haven't you been there before?"

"I didn't..." Wutiao Wutiao was halfway through, when he suddenly remembered, "It's your phone...?"

"Remember?" Matsushiro Kazuki nodded and raised his eyebrows, "You didn't put anything in there again, did you?"

Wujo Wu felt aggrieved: "Is that how you see me?"

"Well," Kazuki Matsushiro realized that he had misremembered a number in the item number, and lowered his head to correct it, revealing a fair-skinned nape on the collar, "and vandalism in public."

Speaking of which, after they messed up the seats last time, Miyano and Kudou didn't become blacklisted in the coffee shop, and they were able to make an appointment there, which is amazing enough.

The chief culprit of vandalism stood behind him, complaining unwillingly: "Can't this just go on like this?"

"No," Kazuki Matsushiro said slowly, "I will remember it for the rest of my life, and I will engrave it on my epitaph when I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru's reaction was suddenly very violent.

He took a sudden step forward and covered Kazuki Matsushiro's mouth, staring at him straightly: "Don't say that word."

"Don't say anything?" Matsushiro Kazuki was covered by him, and asked him vaguely, "Can't?"

"Don't talk about death," Gojo Satoru looked at him, took several deep breaths before he managed to calm down, "Don't say that."

"People are born, old, sick and die," Matsushiro Kazuki blinked, "Gojo Satoru, I can't live forever."

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, as if he had been reacting for a long time. After a long time, several young couples passed by and looked at these two people with strange postures.

"Don't say that," Gojo Satoru looked at him for a long time, then suddenly lowered his tone, praying, "at least live a hundred years longer than me."

"That might be a bit difficult..." Kazuki Matsushiro sighed leisurely, "A good person doesn't live long, and a disaster will last for a thousand years. I think you still have time to live."

Gojo Satoru said nothing.

"It's fine, it's fine, just don't say anything," Matsushiro Kazuki said helplessly, "I'll try my best to live longer and make you go away, okay?"

"Can you let go, ancestor?" He waited for a long time, before Gojo Satoru could respond, "If you don't let go, I might die first from..."

When he said this, he suddenly remembered something, and changed his words smoothly: "I may have to stop living with shortness of breath."

Gojo Satoru quickly let go.

"I've never seen you have so many taboos before." The shopping list in his hand was messed up in the action just now, Matsushiro Kazuki had no choice but to find a new one and copy it again.

Copying and copying, APTX4869 dared to risk his head: [Matsushiro Kazuki, you... are good at taming cats? 】

Gojo Satoru didn't see that it didn't know, anyway, it knew that Kazuki Matsushiro definitely deliberately caused Gojo Satoru to stress just now.

Slap a jujube, whether Kazuki Matsushiro has been puaed by Gojo Satoru is yet to be determined, anyway, it seems that Gojo Satoru is about to be puaed by Matsushiro Kazuki recently.

[What a mess,] Matsushiro Kazuki distractedly looked at the silhouette of Gojo Satoru standing beside him while copying the product number, 【Are you afraid of being spotted by Six Eyes?Dare to come out now? 】

[Dare not, dare not,] APTX4869 hesitated for a second, [I didn't feel it because I saw your cat taming effect. 】

It left as soon as it left, and before it left, it poked its head out furtively: [Hey, I said Matsushiro Kazuki, I have one more question before I leave. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: [……say. 】

APTX4869: [I have a big order for cat training in Building No. [-], do you accept it? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki:?