5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"So, there is nothing abnormal on the third floor, is it?" Finally, he took out his notebook and quickly recorded it, and then followed Gojo Satoru to scan around, "There is really no smell of curse at all..."

It is not the style of the two of them to waste the time waiting for the high school to finish, so Gojo Satoru offered to go to the building to find out.

In fact, an on-site investigation without the slightest hint of curse is an overkill for Gojo Satoru, but he is not a blind and arrogant person. Even if he has equal strength, he will not let the slightest mistake go.In those key positions, he was serious, only to be overshadowed by frivolous outward displays, causing people to always forget that he was not only powerful in strength.

When taking pictures and recording the scene at the end, he stood two steps away from her, moving his steps following her movements.

It's hard to tell what he was thinking during this interval, maybe he was wandering off for a second or two, thinking about something unimportant——

(Sukiyaki is good.)

(Actually, Okonomiyaki is also good, but it is very troublesome to make at home.)

"Okay." Finally stopped his movements and looked up the stairs, "There are still two floors, shall we go up?"

This time she was walking in front, and the interesting thing was that even if she was walking in front of the steps, Gojo Satoru knew that his height was completely enough to make his eyes level with the other's neck.When going upstairs, the black hair swayed with the movement, and the skin above the neckline was exposed from time to time, and it seemed that the complexion was pale because of being too cold.

Gojo Satoru, who was walking behind, put his hands in his pockets, and pushed his sunglasses up half an inch after seeing this scene.

Then he began to ask himself again——

(Why am I here? What am I here for?)

In fact, he is not a person who needs to give meaning and purpose to every behavior, so the more he asks himself, the more he feels "this is wrong".

"The fourth floor seems to be similar."

Hearing the other party's voice, after Wujo Satoru saw her, he felt that he should not think about anything at all.

He heard himself say, "Go to the top floor, then."

(Forget it.)

……

……

We were standing on the top floor, and the winter wind came at just the right time. It happened to blow away my little body temperature. I didn't expect the temperature to drop suddenly before evening. I was wearing a lot, but I was caught. The wind blowing into the trouser legs of the suit made my legs ache.

The search process was boring. I was working with the mentality of "this may be a well-hidden scam, maybe there is really some conspiracy behind it", but I didn't expect to be judged by Gojo Satoru After "no abnormality", I was actually relieved.No curse means non-spiritual events, as long as the right force intervenes, unnecessary casualties can be avoided.

I sent part of the photos of the scene back to Mr. Yizhizhi, and the time was almost passed at the moment, and I was so cold that I wanted to go down for a cup of hot drink, but I received a very sorry call from my senior——

"Well, the police just said that the case has made new progress, and it seems that the prisoner has been caught." His tone was full of sincere apology, and he even stuttered a little when facing me, a junior. I am extremely sorry for the futility, "I'm sorry, Ms. Yizhi can just get off work today, and I will take care of the follow-up work."

"It's not the senior's responsibility." I felt that it was necessary for him not to put a fearless psychological burden on myself, "But didn't the police always say that there was no progress?"

"It was a well-known detective who helped solve the case. Ms. Kazueda may have heard of his name——Moori Kogoro."

"...Is that so." I really heard it.

After hanging up the phone, the person who felt sorry changed from Yizhizhi to me. After all, Gojo Satoru sacrificed his rest time to accompany me to work because he had to wait for me to finish the work. Although it was only less than an hour, the delay If it is delayed, it is delayed, and time is irreversible.

After I explained the reason to him, he just said "huh" without much reaction.

...not angry, is he?

"Then let's go." He cast a glance at the distant sky, and then walked towards me.

His coat was completely unaffected by the wind. Compared to me, who was already in a mess of reeds in the wind, every step that Gojo Satoru took was so glamorous that it almost made me feel ashamed.

Wait... What are you doing walking towards me, the stairs going down are behind him.

"Don't you want to go, you—"

The next second, someone pressed my earlobe with his fingers, and then Gojo Satoru kneaded my earlobe with his index finger and thumb. His fingertips were a little callused near the nails, and the nails of his thumb were affected by his merciless movements. It also touched the bottom of my earlobe, where the ear meets the side of my face.

"Are you cold?" He asked, "The earlobes are all red."

...Then isn't this asking knowingly?

"A little bit, but it's still within the tolerable range." Feeling the temperature from the skin, I reached out and pressed his hand to make him stop, but the man still went his own way, and my strength couldn't shake him.

I had no choice but to start talking nonsense: "You are so warm."

"Ok, I know."

I don’t know if he listened to it, but I think he didn’t intend to bring me warmth, he just thought it was fun—after all, he didn’t look at me at all, and he gave me with both hands while looking into the distance. I cover my ears.

His casual look doesn't seem to be because of shyness, or something else, it's probably "he Gojo Satoru wanted to do this on a whim, so he did it, it must be an behavior that doesn't need a reason."

After he finally finished this set of behaviors that I couldn't understand, Gojo Satoru finally had enough of seeing the distant cityscape.

"Sure enough, I still want to have some pre-dinner dessert." I'm used to his conversations that start suddenly without any preparation.

He clapped his hands and asked me lively: "Which one would you choose, matcha cake or soufflé?"

"..." I actually don't like any of them. If I have to choose: "Matcha cake."

Before I had time to ask him what he wanted to do next, I felt my body hang in the air, and my whole body was hugged.

"Wait, you—ss—"

If you want to ask me why I didn't make the following sound, it's because the exclamation that should have been blurted out was stopped by my teeth clenched, and then swallowed into my throat.

He actually led me to jump directly from the fifth floor!

Give me some time to prepare mentally!