5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

When you get cut by a knife, you will bleed, and you will get a wound—it’s a matter of course, nonsense. I didn’t use special force when I stabbed it, so the wound is not hideous.

But then I swiped to the side, and a short line naturally extended from the wound, and tiny drops of blood ooze out after a little pressure.

"Look, don't blink."

After a moment, the wound on the leg disappeared out of thin air, accompanied by the reappearance of the uninjured skin in the field of vision, and the short and distressed sound of Masahiko Yamamoto not far from the next door.

Then there was unimaginable fear: "...What is this? It hurts!" The man's chest fell firmly to the ground, making a dull sound.When I poked my head out, I saw Yamamoto, who was so powerful just now, was on his buttocks, and his expensive trousers were stuck on the iron fence of the sewer beside him.

He didn't realize what happened, he just followed the instinct brought by the pain, his injured leg went weak and he fell down.When he leaned on the street lamp and tried to get up, blood oozes from Sakita's exposed lower thigh.

"Hiss—how could it be bleeding!"

"Your heel stepped on my hand idiot!"

Yamamoto's panicked voice came through the wall, and there was also the noise of Sakita's high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor in a hurry.

"Why is there on my lap—" Sakita's exclamation was interrupted by Yamamoto's annoyance, he roughly pushed Sakita away, then got up with great effort, pushed her aside impatiently, and said: " Get away from me, you idiot!"

Seeing the scar on his palm, Sakita remembered that she had stepped on Yamamoto several times with her high heels in a panic.

Yamamoto limped ahead. He wanted to confirm what was wrong with his body, but he had no time to pay attention to Sakita.

"Wait, wait for me—my dear!" She hurried to catch up, and staggered a few times because of the pain in her leg.

It looked a little funny from a distance, in stark contrast to the scene where they were looking at people with their noses a few minutes ago.

"The wound disappeared... no, did it shift?" Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on my thigh that had no scars, "How about the pain?"

"It will also be transferred together."

"But when the wound is made, the pain is still on you," he said.

I thought he was worried about me, so I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry, just bear with it a little bit."

"Is this a painful question?"

Noticing his sight, I put away the utility knife and put it in my bag, then put down my pants, "This is my ability, I can transfer the wound. But the conditions are very harsh..."

I transferred and assigned the stabbing and scratching respectively. Since Yamamoto likes the incomplete beauty so much, I should leave the thigh scratching to him. As for Sakita, who is full of stabs in his speech, I will respond with stabbing.

...Although it is not an act worthy of publicity, I have also calculated my breath.

Compared with starting the mouth, it is more suitable for me to get started directly.

"So that's how it is." He poked his head out from the wall and glanced at the panicked back of the victim, and laughed gloatingly: "It is indeed possible to achieve revenge without anyone noticing it, and this is the first time I have seen such fierce revenge from you." Sex is—as expected of the second-ranked enemy.”

"He deserves it." I pouted.

Right now we are walking towards the parking lot, I was a little sobered by the cool wind, I rubbed my brows and said: "...Isn't there a time when you didn't perform well when you quarreled, and you will regret it when you think about it afterwards, He and I probably have this kind of holiday." When the shadows that once covered my heart were dispelled by myself, a clear blue sky appeared in front of me.

Thinking of this, I became a little carried away, and the ending sound drifted unconsciously: "This is my revenge."

"I thought the conflict between you and the female side was more intense." Gojo Satoru took out two toffees from his coat pocket and threw one at me, "I guessed completely wrong."

"As far as I hate it, I hate perverts even more." I opened the candy wrapper and said, "That guy blocked me in a place where no one was around, and asked me to take off my prosthetic limb to show him my severed limb—— Just listening to it makes people angry, downright perverted."

Well, I popped the candy in my mouth and before I could taste it, I bumped my head into his back.

"Why did you suddenly stop—"

Wujo Wujo stopped abruptly, he turned his head, and changed the topic——

"Sure enough, beat him up."

"Don't you want to go back to watch the show?" We have already arrived at the parking lot, and I pushed him behind: "Go back quickly, it's cold outside."

I put my seatbelt on in the car and thought of something else.

I didn't expect my ability to be shown in front of him for the first time. I hope he doesn't misunderstand that I am a person who likes to abuse abilities.

"However, since you have this ability, why didn't you retaliate when you were blocked by him?"

"My ability is not born with it, and I haven't used it a few times, so I'm not very proficient."

"It's better not to have a chance to use this kind of ability, right?" he said, "It's like today's situation. If there is no wound, you have to create your own wound. Even if the wound is transferred, the pain when you hurt yourself will not be reduced by half."

Speaking of this, he changed into a frivolous and uplifting tone again: "Even if he knew that the wound would transfer, he stabbed himself without hesitation—"

I was starting the car at this time, and Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in the back, suddenly approached, put his chin on the shoulder of my chair, and whispered in my ear:

"You, there are times when you are unexpectedly crazy."

"Really?" I turned on the air conditioner, "I thought you would... um, think I've gone too far?"

"No." He lay back hard, "I feel relieved."

"Relax?" I turned my head to look at him inexplicably, "Where is it worth reassuring?"

"It would be better for me to explain to you from the beginning." He said, "In fact, I don't think highly of you as an assistant supervisor."

I was taken aback, it didn't feel good to be denied, but I wanted to know the reason even more.

"...It's the first time I've heard you say it."

"You know that the death rate of conjurers is high, right? But the casualty rate of auxiliary supervisors is also not low. As an auxiliary supervisor who is closest to the scene except for conjurers, he occasionally has to take into account information collection and auxiliary functions. It is easy to be targeted by danger, not only the curse spirit, but also the curse master. Let me ask you, what measures can the curse master take when he is attacked?"

After thinking about it, I replied: "Fight and flee, and call for reinforcements..."

"Then here comes the question - when in danger, what is the choice of the assistant supervisor?" His tone at this time was like a prize-winning quiz show on TV.

"...Most of the auxiliary supervisors don't have strong combat capabilities. The first reaction is to choose to escape, right?"

"Yes. But escaping is also a technical job. It is also escaping. Naturally, the survival rate of conjurers who have the power of magic and can flexibly use various spells is higher." He raised his hand and continued to explain. According to the teacher's appearance, "there are also villains full of evil tastes among them. There have been evil cursers who specifically aimed at auxiliary supervisors and killed them."

He stretched out his finger and compared the number two, and continued: "Not to mention the long-term shortage of manpower in this line, even if they are not front-line personnel, the work intensity will not be bad. In the absence of rest time and the long-term face of facing If you have a non-daily life that accumulates stress, if your psychological defense is too weak, it is possible to just break it and then be devastated.”

"I know." While he was teaching, the car had already driven out of the parking lot, "Mr. Yidizhi mentioned to me that he didn't seem to recommend me to do this business either, and put all kinds of data and materials in the Before me, I hope I choose carefully."

... I really didn't think that one or two would make me give up.But the more this is the case, the more we have to do it well.

"However, since you can swing the knife at yourself without changing your face, at least this level of madness will not make you easily lost in this world." He said, folding his hands together, and said in a leisurely tone: "However, You don’t have to do auxiliary supervision, do you?”

Here it comes again, again in this casual tone, not reprimanded but waiting for an answer from me.

What is Gojo Satoru's exclusive test method?

Anyway, it's still some time before we get home, so it's not a bad thing to chat with him to pass the time.

"Next, I will explain from the beginning, but I declare in advance that no matter how many loopholes you think there are loopholes in my words, or how many places that make people laugh, don't show it in front of me." I took a deep breath and said: " My ability is inherited from my father, at the moment of life and death, he transferred the fatal injury on my body to himself, and then in order to prevent his ability from being invalid after death, he gave the ability to me."

"It's hypocritical to say this, but—'I live with my father's love and life on my back'." I said, "I didn't have this kind of awareness at first, and I really realized it when my mother passed away—— I'm really the only one left."

"I am the only existence that continues their lives."

I should have died in that car accident.

"Father was originally a policeman. After becoming a door-to-door son-in-law, he and my mother were very affectionate. My family is harmonious and happy. But only I know that he still has a noble dream in his heart, but he temporarily let go of it for me and my mother."

"Actually, I originally planned to secretly apply for the police academy to give my parents a surprise, although in my mother's opinion, the shock must be greater than the surprise..." At this point, I laughed, "It can't be realized."

"So, you are here to inherit your father's behest? It's not wrong to say that conjurers are decent in the conjuration world, and they are somewhat similar in nature."

"No, it's what I want to do."

I want to do this business. When this idea first came to my mind, I didn't have such a great awareness, but I just wanted to be closer to my sweetheart.But after a short internship, I gradually realized how inconspicuous and important work I was doing.

And this job has awakened the initial, youthful throbbing of dreams in my heart.

Even me, who I am right now, can do it.

I can’t count the number of people who helped me all the time, whether it’s the nurse who gently comforted me every day after waking up from the hospital, or the uncle who imitated me every day in the bed next to me in order to cheer me up. Or the strange aunt who helped me up when I stumbled and fell to the ground——

I can't bear the thought that the curse will eat away this small and ordinary beauty in a place I can't see.I didn't even thank them properly, at least let me use my meager strength to protect these tiny warmth.

Although it is my overbearing and arrogant idea, I want to do what I can.

"At least, don't be ashamed of the life you finally got."

I don't want to live my life with regrets like this.

There will be no peace after death.

There was a clap of applause from behind.

"Not bad, although you can't choose birth, but at least you can choose death you like. I don't hate this realization." He seemed to like my long-winded and over-the-top chicken soup answer, hanging up like after watching a comedy. on a smile.

I sighed: "Mr. Wutiao, can't you say something auspicious?"

"Hahaha--"

……

……

Three days later, when I walked into the office wearing a new uniform, I saw my senior, Mr. Ichichi, answering the phone with a sad face. It looked haggard after working overtime.Seeing me coming, he managed to pull out a kind smile, and while answering the phone, he pointed to a stack of documents next to him.

I picked up the file, and it was a few blurry photos of what looked like an alleyway between two buildings, with brown marks on the ground from splashes of liquid.

I flipped through two pages, and it seemed to be somewhere in Ikebukuro, a suicidal resort that is also a bit famous on the Internet.

By now he had finished his phone call and walked over to me.

"It's like this. I need the help of Miss Yizhi for a field trip. The location is in Ikebukuro..." He said, "It may be a bit difficult to make such a request suddenly, but there is really no staff to delegate the work..."

He looked very sorry and I smiled and nodded.

"I understand, leave it to me. Please explain the specific situation to me—"