5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

In the end we went to the izakaya for dinner.The sukiyaki pot and skewers on the table are half the table, and it is almost seven o'clock when we start eating.The feeling of satiety from lunch has gone away a lot. Although I talk about drinking, I seem to be the only one who is actually drinking——Qi Hai didn’t drink, Yi Dizhi wanted to drive, and Gojo Satoru drank non-alcoholic beverages.

Only I was drinking beer - I was going to drink sake, and seeing that they were not drinking, I stopped.

It's hard to imagine that most of the people at this table are adults over the age of 25, and alcohol has no self-respect in front of us-yes, only I was captured by alcohol.

Therefore, it is better to say that it is just a simple meal than a reception.

Originally, the few of us had nothing to talk about, so the topic returned to work in the end.To be precise, it is to talk about feelings about this case.Although I can't quite understand why they want to talk about such an unappetizing thing as the strange murder case during the meal, but I hate silence even more. It would be fine if it was not awkward silence, but now there is a kind of scraper Poke my embarrassment on the back.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru brought up a topic.

"The god named Jiuyanbigu—do you know?" Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and the chopsticks opened in a V shape in his hand.

Although I don't know why he suddenly mentioned this, Yidizhi still played the role of explaining diligently, and served as an auxiliary supervisor all the year round. He already has a wide range of information intake, especially his understanding of gods, ghosts and ghosts.

"It's the god of wisdom who knows everything... right?"

"Yes." Gojo Satoru continued, "Although he has only one leg and is not good at walking, he understands everything in the world."

We were still talking about the case just now, but now that the topic has changed, Qi Hai immediately got in touch with the relationship, and asked: "The reason why the mythical character is suddenly mentioned is because the victim also had a leg taken from him in this case and became a A one-legged corpse?"

I also asked doubts, raised a hand and tapped the skin next to the eye socket, and asked, "But didn't the victim also have an eye taken away?"

Gojo Gojo had expected it, and continued to raise the topic without directly answering my question: "'The God of Wisdom with One Eye and One Foot'—Have you heard of this version of the urban legend?"

I shook my head: "No. Is it related to the 'Jiuyanpi Ancient God' just mentioned?"

"Once it is related to myths and legends, the content and nature of the case will be different." Wujo Satoru explained slowly, the heat of the pot slowly rose between the four of us, and merged with the lights of the izakaya into a glowing edge Gray-yellow mist.

I thought to myself: There is really an atmosphere of strange talk.

Gojo Satoru said: "As I said before - there is the possibility that curse masters commit crimes. As curse masters who make profits through the technique of 'curse killing', what do you think are the circumstances that really drive them to do it? "

Me: "I can't control the killing ****."

Qihai: "There is an employer behind it, □□."

Gojo Satoru waved his finger in satisfaction: "BINGO~"

"But it involves such a clear mythological image..." I simply put down the tableware, and put my chin in one hand while talking and thinking: "Could it be that the curse master is a fanatic? Or is his employer a fanatic of some kind?" ? That’s why you need to use precise methods to kill? Ah... maybe some kind of religious ceremony?”

Gojo Satoru confirmed my guess: "What you said is possible."

I continued on my own: "If this is some kind of religious ceremony, then the destruction of the victim's body is their real purpose?"

"No..." Yidizhi reminded me, "These actions were all carried out before the victim died. Some of the wounds were even treated to stop bleeding—this is the latest news."

"It was done before they were alive, and even hemostasis was done... That proves that their original intention was not to kill them? Could it be that they wanted to see if they could survive?" Bottom: "I don't want to turn them into the 'gods of wisdom with one eye and one foot' in urban legend—"

Having said this, I stopped myself.

No way……?

...The plan of the fanatics is to seduce the gods?Or is it an "artificial creation" of a "god"?

The omniscient God of Wisdom sounds too easy to use, doesn't it?

No, it's not impossible to think about it carefully.

No one knows what the extreme believers will do, but why are they sure that someone will survive after receiving this kind of capital punishment?Unless they are sent to the doctor immediately, however, their barbaric behavior obviously refuses the option of medical treatment. They only rely on artificial force to cut off the legs, goug out the eyes, and then do rough hemostasis. Is it possible to keep doing this behavior until someone can Successfully passed their 'screening'?

"This is outrageous." I frowned. "Why do they think they can succeed?"

"Actually, there is a precedent—" Gojo Satoru took a sip of the drink in his cup and said, "Seven years ago, a girl named Kotoko Iwanaga in the fifth grade of elementary school disappeared. The chair fell asleep quietly. This is the news announced by the police, but we got the unpublished content behind it—"

"When the girl was discovered, her left leg was cut off and her right eye was gouged out."

"Other than that, there is no life-threatening situation—this is a successful precedent. In addition, the child was unable to explain what happened to him, so the follow-up investigation was also hastily concluded."

If there were such an inspiring success story...

The murderer will definitely commit the crime again and again until he "successes" himself, right?

Another frightening hypothesis also crossed my mind.

If you only have one leg, you only need to endure the injury of having your eyes gouged out. The survival rate will be much higher than "those precedents where both legs are cut off and eyes gouged out", right?

In other words, the target who is closest to success and is already a perfect semi-finished product——

Isn't it me?

Thinking of this, I tried my best to calm my breath, and got up from my seat pretending nothing happened: "...I'm going to the door to smoke a cigarette."

"Ah, let me go with you." Gojo Satoru also got up and followed me.

Of course I won't say no.

After all, no matter how you say it, your life matters.

However, I only smoked half a cigarette, and I felt terrible. The good mood in the morning had not lasted the whole day before it completely died down.

Maybe some people like to be in a dangerous, tense state, maybe someone is obsessed with adrenaline rush, but at least I think-I am not this kind of person, I hate uncertainty, I hate the disaster that may happen in the future.He hates himself even more because his strength is not enough to avoid disasters.

It's like I know what consequences I will get if I continue to go my own way and devote myself to Gojo Satoru, so I chose to avoid the possible ending in advance while I still have strength.

But the current situation is not something that my power can control.

...if only I could be a little better.

In case something happens to me, there are only two possibilities for the outcome——

One, died on the spot, turning into a corpse with only one eye and one foot.

Two, survived, although disabled, but at least able to keep his life.However, in this case, there are two endings: If those people are just messing around and the rituals in their hands are useless, then I will only become an ordinary disabled person.However, if the rituals they have do have special functions, I may become a vessel for séances, or an "artificial god".

...not very good no matter how you look at it.

"Mr. Gojo." I flipped the lid of the cigarette case with one hand, suppressed the uneasiness in my heart, and asked casually: "I mean... If you really become the so-called 'God of Wisdom', you will have equal ability?"

"It's not easy to say at the moment - no one can guarantee that if the believer's ceremony is successful, a miracle will definitely happen. Religious rituals with unknown records and unknown origins are mostly empty airs pretending to be gods and ghosts. Even if some supernatural phenomena really happened in the end, Nor can it be proved that the response was given by the 'god' they expected. Well——in more cases, it is a ferocious curse spirit that is summoned."

"……yes?"

"So, for this kind of religious ceremony that seems very suspicious, I have a fluke mentality of 'maybe it will succeed', 'maybe some miracle will happen to me'..."

Gojo Satoru came over and told me firmly: "This is absolutely—right—impossible."

I don't know if he read my thoughts, but I nodded anyway.

"I see."

"There's no need to be so pessimistic." Gojo Satoru leaned back against the wall again, "This is just one of the possibilities, and the current situation may not necessarily be the worst."

"Even if it's really the worst?" I asked him, "I have to plan for it, don't I. No matter how much I wish it wasn't the answer, if it's true—then it will come."

What is false cannot be true, and what is true cannot be false.

Gojo Satoru is the complete opposite of my vacillation, every word in his voice falls to the ground——

"It's ok."

I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes.

"—wouldn't let that happen."

The cigarette in my hand was almost at the end, but I didn't take a few puffs at all, I just let it burn.

Gojo Satoru’s words were indeed a shot in the arm for me. Although it may not be 100% reassuring, it can still give me a good and optimistic attitude to face everything in the future.

"……yes?"

The shadow of the tree above my head has been shifted from my left wing to the top of my head under the change of light, and half of it landed on my cheek.

"It's really reassuring, Mr. Gojo."

This is true.

This has nothing to do with my feelings for him. If I have to say it, it's like a difficult project team has transferred a new colleague with excellent ability to promote the project. It is based on trust and peace of mind in his strength and ability.

I inserted the cigarette into the smoke extinguisher, and said to Gojo Satoru, "I'm going in."However, before I had time to turn my back, a gust of wind rushed towards me, brushing my hair on both sides to my face. I struggled to pull my hair with my hands, and then I heard Gojo Satoru next to me say "don't move".

When I raised my neck to look at him, a silver flash flashed in front of my eyes——

"The leaves are stuck to it."

He took a brown dead leaf from the top of my head, which seemed to have just been blown by the wind and stuck directly to my hair.

In the few seconds when he raised his arm to remove the item for me, I recognized what the silver light flashed in front of my eyes just now.

It's the cufflinks I gave him.

It's being worn by him now, on the shirt under the coat.

(Probably on the very expensive shirt.)

(...It looks like cufflinks are cheap.)

Random thoughts lingered in his mind for less than a second.

I said to him again: "Thank you, Mr. Gojo, then I will go in first."

Then he walked to the sliding door of the store, opened the curtain and walked into the store again with his head down.

……

……

The brown dead leaves were at Gojo Satoru's fingertips, he pinched the roots of the leaves, and then threw them into the trash can again.He was sure that Shili had seen the pair of silver buttons on his sleeve just now, the night was so dark, this thing was following the light just now, and it would definitely reflect light—ruling out all possibilities of not being able to see it.

Yet she left without saying anything.

(Obviously the atmosphere of the previous conversation was not bad——)

Gojo Satoru already understood that it was his own words that made Zhongli give up the confession, as if he was drawing a line with his own sunk costs—Mujo chose to kill all possibilities before birth, and put an end to all follow-up worries.

Gojo Satoru didn't go back right away, he just thought about a very simple thing in place: all the phenomena point to a very simple thing, that is, he really liked him in the end, but he didn't understand why he didn't directly Confession.

I like it, so confess, this is a very simple logic.

(so why...)

"—How arrogant, you boy, have you been waiting for others to confess to you?"

It was as if someone took the initiative to answer his question.

In the izakaya at this time, two drunk young people walked out. They were different from the office workers in suits and leather shoes who came out to drink at this time. It was impossible to judge their occupations from their fashionable attire. The tall one hugged the short one , said accusing words on his mouth, but his tone seemed to be envious.

The person being hugged said heartlessly: "It doesn't matter, right? I don't like her."

"But if she confesses, will you accept it?"

"That is for sure."

"Hey, what if she doesn't take the initiative to confess?"

"How is that possible? I'll wait anyway."

"Uh--you obviously don't like her? You still refuse to let go?"

"Stupid -- if it were you, would you let go?"

"I'm not as scumbag as you kid."

"Liar, are you just envious of my popularity?"

"Did you never think that she would run away with another man?"

"Don't say such offensive things."

The tall man exclaimed——

"Are you still upset? You don't like that girl, why are you so possessive like a child? You really don't like her?"

Hearing this, the short one said unhappily, "...why do you keep asking this question?"

"I'm just curious. If you really don't like it, why did you ask me out for a drink when she married someone else, and even put off work—"

"I said it's not because of her..."

"Just because you're in a bad mood, right?"

"...It's not because of her anyway."

The two drunks supported each other as they walked farther and farther away, and Gojo Satoru could still hear the tall man who hated iron knocking on the head of the other, scolding him: "Oh...you really...deserved it... .”

Behind the elongated shadows of the two of them was Gojo Satoru standing still in place.

He understood why this conversation worked so well, and it woke him up from the weird time difference of the two days.

The experience that Gojo Satoru felt in the past few days, as if upside down and dislocated, stemmed from this emotional time difference.

If two people were holding the same winding thread, the one who pulled the end of the thread at first had completely lost interest and cut the thread.As for Wujo Satoru on the other side of the thread, even if he kept pulling the thread, he would only find that the weight on the other end was getting lighter and lighter, and in the end he would only get a cut thread.

Gojo Satoru received a new research topic——

Knot the disconnected threads back together.

The research time of the topic starts from this moment.