5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

A few more days have passed like this. As long as I have spare time during the day, I will take time to read books, but in recent days, it is obvious that I have been busy with work.Whether it's Qihai or Yizhizhi, I haven't seen them for a long time.

And right now I happened to have a report to hand in, so I went to visit Miss Glass.

After knocking on the door, I heard a voice from inside: "Come in."

"Excuse me." I pushed the door open, "Miss Glass, here are the materials I want to hand over to you, as well as the blank report template I asked for earlier..." I walked in with the documents in my arms, but someone snatched them in front of me. In front of the glass, the report that I put on the top was taken away.

It's Gojo Satoru, I didn't expect him to be here too.

"Ah, it's the report on the cursed master incident not long ago?" Gojo Satoru opened the file directly, and turned a few pages back.

Nitro didn't look at him at all, but said to me: "Please put the materials on the table next to me, thank you."

"However, I really need a lot of blank templates." I put down the file, and Gojo Satoru lost interest in the materials at this time, walked over and threw them on the table next to him, leaning against the edge of the table, clapped his hands, Pressed on the thick stack of blank templates I brought.

"Do you need so many reports recently?" Gojo Satoru also asked.

Nitro was taking off his gloves and washing his hands next to him after he was busy, and he was puzzled by our doubts.

"Recently, the activities of curse masters have been vigorous, and more and more wounded people have been sent here for treatment, and more and more autopsies are required." After she finished speaking, she also complained: "My personal time has been squeezed out of the sky. By the way, you Shouldn't you know better than me?"

"Compared to the cold numbers and data, this stack of reports feels more intuitive." Gojo Satoru put his finger on the bottom, and then slid the paper all the way up, making a hissing sound, he took a breath and asked : "How long will this be written?"

"I don't know, well, I'm going to continue working."

This is a hint that we should leave.

I nodded: "You have worked hard."

In the corridor, Gojo Satoru and I were walking in the same direction. I gave him a puzzled look and asked, "Don't you have work this afternoon?"

"It has been cancelled, and the plan has changed." He said, "Speaking of which, why are you delivering the documents, Yidizhi?"

"I was called away." I said, "Recently, the work atmosphere has become very tense, and there are not enough manpower."

"Who made it normal for this line of staff to be understaffed?"

He followed me all the way back to the office, and I haven't noticed anything wrong up to this point.

I bought a capsule coffee machine and put it in the office. After I took a leisurely cup of coffee, I realized that Gojo Satoru had an unusual aura, which was slightly different from his usual heartless and cheerful appearance. As if something else was distracting, I couldn't discern for a moment what caused his change of attitude.

"what happened?"

After picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip, seeing that he still looked so indescribable, he couldn't help asking.

"Is there anything bothering you?"

"Trouble...is this trouble?" He actually muttered to himself, and then fell back hard on the chair, "Ah, you were concerned about me just now, right? Right?"

"Sometimes I don't know where your emotional switch is placed, and why you can switch it so easily."

I put down the cup, pushed the materials I had read to the side, and looked at him with my chin in one hand: "Let's just say I care about you."

I'm not a slug, and his recent actions have softened my attitude, and I don't mind showing my kindness.

"Ah...you weren't there that day." Gojo Satoru then seemed to remember something important that he had forgotten, "Shouli has already received a notice from Yijizhi—an announcement on December 12th."

"Is there a notice from the curse master Xia Youjie?"

It is said that on the day when the curse master ostentatiously made the declaration, I seemed to be on a field trip to deal with some paperwork handed over to the government. He didn't arrange a job for me, saying he was staying behind.According to the seniors, the manpower is already sufficient, and the deployment of the rear cannot be left behind. Everyone can't run to the front line.

only……

"Do you care?"

I saw him lying on the table for a while, and then hanging himself on the chair like a dead fish. Is it strange to say that he doesn't care?

Gojo Satoru spread his hands: "That's right, the newcomers don't know much about him."

"...Is there any other story behind this?"

"It's not a secret." Gojo Satoru exhaled, stood up from the chair and walked to the window.

There are only the two of us in the office, and Yi Dizhi has gone out to do other things.He drew the curtains halfway, and leaned against the window with his back. The unblocked sunlight leaked in from the sides behind him and fell onto the cold white floor of the office.

"I'll tell you."

……

……

"I see……"

I quietly listened to him tell this seemingly complicated but uncomplicated story in my seat. When I subconsciously touched my coffee cup, I realized that the coffee in it was already cold.It seems that I was completely attracted by what he said just now, and I forgot the passage of time.

"How should I put it...Although I know that conjurers often face various unpredictable situations, but I learned the heavy story behind it from the people close to me..."

The feeling is also complicated with the mood.

In this past, neither Gojo Wu nor Xia Youjie's actions and thoughts can be judged by me in a few words, and I would say "I understand" or "I condemn" such irresponsible words lightly.

The man crossed his arms, lowered his chin slightly and smiled at me.

"Just treat it as an anecdote. I didn't say this just to see your heavy expression."

I shook my head: "Even if you say that to me in such a relaxed tone right now..."

But knowing the story behind it, how could it be possible to treat this as an ordinary "job" like before?

It's like a spiral staircase, you never know what is waiting until you reach the top, but even if it is a spiral staircase, there may be a passage leading to other endings in the middle.

I don't know where these two people are on the ladder, and at which port they will meet again.

So what if it is the strongest?

No, it's the same to helplessly climb this ladder with no end in sight.

I thought for a long time in silence, and finally, I picked up my coffee cup and drank the cold coffee in one gulp.

……

……

The situation that day was much more tragic than imagined. When cleaning the scene, just recording the death of the auxiliary personnel wearing black suits like me was enough to make people sick, but this is my job.Soon there were many discordant photos of the scene in my phone, and I also jotted down a lot of scattered things in my notepad.

Suppressing complex emotions, I entered the work mechanically with a blank face. After processing the scene, I felt a strong smell of blood in my nose that could not go away.I sneezed a lot within a few steps of leaving the scene, and the colleague next to me kindly handed me a tissue.

So far, I have not seen Gojo Satoru.

I sniffed and walked towards a place where the air was fresher. My throat was so thirsty that I hadn't reached the vending machine when I saw Gojo Satoru in the alley next to it.

A few quarters of an hour ago, everyone had already received the news about Wujo Satoru's attack.

He didn't wear a blindfold or anything like that, leaning against the wall and looking up at the hazy sky.

"It won't rain..."

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked, walking up to him.

At first glance, he looked the same as usual, and the end of his hair was even slightly curled up due to static electricity.I didn't try to figure out his heart too much, just stood quietly by the side, and then imitated him to look up at the sky, and there was only a gray cloud in my sight.

"Hmm..." I waited for a long time for his answer, and even seemed a bit indifferent, "It's the same as you."

"Then wait for me for a while."

I bought two cans of his favorite drink from the vending machine.

"Here you are." I held it high and stuffed it into his arms.

Successfully heard him "hiss—" and said in a low voice, "It's so cold."

I squatted down beside him, with my back against the wall.The bloody smell I just smelled has dissipated, and my heart has also calmed down.

I sipped the same drink as his, thinking that only he likes to drink such a sweet thing.

I looked at him and asked, "For Wu, he is a very important friend."

He answered without any hesitation: "It's the only friend."

"...That's it."

I will say no more.

Today, we are surrounded by a soft silence, and no one makes a sound.

Only the bubbles of the carbonated drink carry out its small-scale movement in the air, making a crackling sound of hissing.

"Ah." Gojo Satoru let out a slight exclamation, with his neck thrown back and his face facing the sky.

Holding the upper part of the can with his fingers, his arms were slightly lowered, and he said to me, "Oh, it's raining."

"Go back now?" I stood up, patted the dust on my calf with one hand, and asked, "I don't have a job anymore, what about you?"

"Tsk, I'll go back too. I haven't eaten anything since noon. I'm hungry."

"...I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"Huh? How embarrassing? But since it's the request of the end, I'll accept it graciously... By the way, you just called 'Enlightenment', right? Say it again—"

"You heard wrong."

Yes, I don't think Gojo Satoru needs my consolation.

But what does that have to do with me wanting to be a little gentler with him today?