See the spirit boy Gangji

"I saw A Gang start to write something in the notebook after picking up the eraser on the ground." Yamamoto Takeshi recalled what he saw at that time, and stated the process in detail: "Then it seems that the pen core broke. gone."

"I saw him change a pen, but the position of his pen on the book did not move, maybe he was thinking about something or other reasons."

"And then?" Reborn didn't care why Takeshi Yamamoto was so clear about Sawada Tsunayoshi's actions. It should be said that he knew but was too lazy to expose it. He continued to ask: "What did Izuna do behind?"

"Tsuna Guitar," Yamamoto hesitated for a while, and took out a red notebook from his schoolbag.The name in the name column of the book is Tsunayoshi Sawada, and Takeshi Yamamoto explained: "What did Ganga write in the book later. I took a look at it, but I didn't understand it. I thought it might be useful, so I brought it with me. gone."

Reborn spread out the book, frowned slightly and closed it again.

"After he finished writing, he kept silent, just like now."

"After class," the silver-haired boy on the side clenched his fists and added, "No matter how I called Judaime, Judaimu didn't respond to me."

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Gojo Satoru seemed to think for a while, then put his hands together, and made a sudden and crisp sound in the space, attracting everyone's attention.

The white-haired conjurer said calmly, "Ah, I probably need to talk to Gang Ji-kun, can the two children go out for a while?"

"It's you again, who are you?" Hayato Guji stared at the white-haired weirdo in front of him with a suspicious expression.

This person had appeared in the playground before, and now he appeared in Judaimu's house.Is it someone sent by which family?Why didn't I get any news?

"Hey, let's explain this kind of thing later." Wujo Satoru curled the corner of his mouth.

Reborn stared at the cocooned Lien in his hands, and said in a calm tone, "Gaoji, the most important thing now is the stupid thing, you and Yamamoto go out first."

"Mr. Reborn! But I—" As Judai's right-hand man, Wen should be by his side!Hayato Gokuji couldn't help but want to say something more, but the killer just interrupted the silver-haired boy:

"Get out, Prison Temple."

Reborn's voice didn't show emotion, he was simply giving orders.This order is irresistible.Prison Falcon hesitated for a moment, then sullenly.

"This kind of thing should be solved by professionals." Yamamoto said: "Octopus head, let's go outside and wait."

hateful!

Damn, damn, damn!

Hayato slammed his fist against the wall.

This is the second time.

The second time, he was no help at all! !He didn't appear by Judaime's side when Takeuchi's incident happened last time, and he was late and late every time!

He doesn't even know what Judaime did in class, not even as well as the baseball idiot next to him! !When I was talking just now, I couldn't help you with anything!

"I'm really useless at all—!!" Hayato was furious at his own incompetence.

Takeshi Yamamoto moved his wrist and heard the self-blaming voice of Hayato Gokuji beside him. The short-haired boy looked up at the sky. The hot sun shone brightly in the sky. It is now around 11:45 noon. Time It's been so fast.Takeshi Yamamoto turned his head and said in a sparse and normal tone:

"Ah, indeed." The short-haired boy pressed his thumb on the second knuckle of his index finger, and the friction between the two fingers made a slight sound. He said slowly, "To be honest, I always thought that the relationship between you and A Gang It's super nice."

"I heard that you came here from Italy to find Ganga, right? It's really hard work. You came all the way here. On the surface, you are always together."

Go to school together, leave school together, as close as brothers.

Takeshi Yamamoto showed a hearty smile as usual:

"But that doesn't seem to be the case now."

"You don't know as much about Sawada Tsunayoshi as you seem, it made me a little worried before."

"What the hell do you mean by that—"

The green eyes of the silver-haired boy were full of haze and hostility.

He grabbed Takeshi Yamamoto by the collar and smashed him against the brick wall behind him. The back of Takeshi Yamamoto's head was knocked against the wall, but there was no look of fear on his face, and there was still a seemingly harmless look on his face. smile.

A natural, as if without any thought.This time, Hayato Kikuji will not be deceived by the other party's expression, because he heard the short-haired boy still say slowly in that unhurried tone:

"Hahaha, it's literally." Yamamoto pulled away the movement of Hayato Gokuji pulling his clothes, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from the other party: "Student Gokuji, you really blow up like a gunpowder keg Woolen cloth."

"You fucking stare at Judaime like a pervert in class," Gokuji Hayato stared at the boy in front of him in disgust:

"What's on your mind?!"

Yamamoto patted the wrinkled neckline:

"Didn't I say it before, I just want to be friends with Ah Gang."

"Don't say that." He smiled: "And,"

"It's not normal to subconsciously look at someone when you have a good impression of them."

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In the living room, the brown-haired boy sat quietly on Shahei I and II's hair, his eyes lowered.

His breathing was shallow, his face was expressionless, and he stood motionless in the dim light, like a lifeless doll.

The boy's bracelet flashed light in the dark, and the data faithfully recorded the wearer's heartbeat index.Sliding down from a huge peak to now the flat heartbeat of a person who seems to be in a deep sleep.

Gojo Satoru squatted down and swayed in front of the boy's eyes. Sawada Tsunayoshi's pupils were loose and out of focus.

"It's very similar to ASD." The full name is acute stress disorder.Acute stress disorder refers to the onset of symptoms immediately (usually within minutes or hours) after receiving certain stimuli, showing psychomotor excitement with strong fear experience, or psychomotor depression, or even stupor , Responses to the external environment are slow and unresponsive (1).

Gojo Satoru asked the little baby next to him: "Did Sawada only see the curse spirit recently?"

Reborn glanced at the boy on the sofa, and said, "According to the time period provided by Nana Sawada, it should be seen around the age of seven, and earlier is not ruled out."

"Oh, so early?" It was much earlier than he expected: "Generally speaking, there shouldn't be any news records in the world of conjuration for such a child who can be gifted with conjuration at an early age."

——As an ordinary person, Sawada.

If it is in a more remote countryside, it is indeed more difficult to record.

But in the city, when a parent hears a child talking about "ghosts" and "ghosts" that are related to death and terror, people's instincts are to be skeptical and afraid.

Gojo Satoru has seen the information of Sawada Nana.It can be seen from the abysmal grades of Sawada Tsunayoshi that he is still favored and grown up. This is obviously a very enlightened mother, and she does not belong to the kind who will desperately want to hide the differences of her children in order to preserve and maintain that. Among women with fragile self-esteem.

And from Tsunayoshi Sawada's surrounding comments, what I heard was also criticisms about the boy's terrible sports and grades, such as "liars", "monsters" and "unlucky people" with obvious directional No. Hardly.

"Could it be that he has been consciously hiding his differences?" Gojo Satoru mused, "If that's the case, according to the current time period, it has been seven years."

In 7 years, Gojo Satoru thinks that for a child like Tsunayoshi who can hide his differences from the beginning, it is a stage where he can already adapt.

After all, plasticity in childhood is often the strongest.

"Then what kind of terrifying thing has appeared here, can it scare this child like this?" The white-haired conjurer lifted his blindfold, and his blue pupils carefully scanned Sawada Tsunayoshi in front of him.

Six eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ah, it seems that something is wrong." Gojo Satoru said in a strange tone:

"Isn't this still in a dangerous environment?"

[When only you can see it, how can you prove that the world you think is correct? 】

From physical evidence?For invisible people, they are like air, they can pass through at will without harming them in the slightest.

From literature records?In the short dozen years of his life, the brown-haired boy knew very little about it.

Some people seem to say that they can see, but do they see the same things as me?Do we understand the same thing as he understands?

[Ah Fu is produced by what? 】 Tsunakichi asked the pink-haired heroic spirit sitting beside him.

[Well, probably magic power? 】In a dark space.

Astolfo put his hands on his knees and leaned shoulder to shoulder with the brown-haired boy.

Being able to be with his master, Astolfo felt very happy: [To be precise, I am just a projection of a period of heyday pulled out by the Holy Grail from history. 】

[I originally did not exist in this present world, but the Holy Grail lent me my flesh/body, allowing me to appear in people's eyes. 】

[Holy Grail...? 】There was a puzzled expression on Tsunayoshi's face, this was the second time he heard this word from Astolfo.The last time was when I was asking questions in reborn.

"What is the Holy Grail? Where can I find it?" Tsunaji asked the heroic spirit beside him. "Are you referring to that thing in my body? Or is it something else?" Tsunaki thought of the strange black mud.

But the rationality of the pink-haired Heroic Spirit evaporated at this moment. "Holy Grail? What?" He hugged the boy's neck happily and happily, asking sweetly, master, master, Tsunayoshi, my magic power is running out, can I ask you for a little magic power?

"can."

After getting the boy's nod, Heroic Spirit cheered and hugged him, like a little bear threw him to the ground, opened his mouth, and pierced the fragile neck of the man in his embrace with his sharp canine teeth.

The blood seems to be alternately cold and warm, but it doesn't seem to feel real.Maybe it's because it's not in the real world.

The boy stared at the dark sky with his eyes open.Countless "rustling" sounds wandered around, but it hasn't gone away yet.

The cherry-haired hero stretched out a hand, and the slender hand touched the brown-haired boy's chest.

【it's here. 】

it's here.

[What an ugly creature, why did it appear in this world?

[Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, let me kill it. 】

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Three Days, Tingsong’s Little Lovely, P Boy; 5 bottles of Hat Jun, Gathering Land; 2 bottles of Cup Milk Tea; 1 bottle of Linlin, Zaizai Angel;

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