Spell Corrosion

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

The no-lower-limit technique on Gojo Satoru hindered Chuya's performance, and Chuya, who failed to vent his anger, kept a cold face after that, and the necessary response was only a cold monosyllable, until the waiter began to serve. It's just getting warmer, but it's limited to Yuanzi's three peers.

"So, like Hui, was Zhongya adopted by Brother Gojo?" Sonoko continued to hold vegetables in his hand, looking at Zhongye with sympathy in his eyes, "Thank you for your hard work, Zhongye-kun."

"Alright."

Unexpectedly, Chuya would actually accept Sonoko's insinuation. Gojo Satoru poked the small cake in front of him with a fork, took the sugar bowl with a smile on his face, and began to add sugar to Chuya's cup. Zhongyuan finally gave him a little sight when he had five sugar cubes.

Although this sight is rather unfriendly and full of warnings.

Gojo Satoru put down the sugar bowl, and pushed his unsweetened cup to Chuya. Seeing that he didn't object, he happily continued to turn the cup that originally belonged to Chuya into a pure sugar drink, and finally put it in his heart's content. Beverages with excessive sugar content drink half a glass in one go.

The three Yuanzi who watched the whole process exchanged glances in silence, and they all saw the same strange look in each other's eyes.

With a light cough, Yuanzi planned to use his own power to pull back the strange pink atmosphere that had begun to slide, and took the lead in chatting about the upcoming schedule of the Qixi Temple Fair.The three high school students talked to each other, and occasionally cue came to the middle and let him join the topic, and they had a pleasant chat.

It’s just that I didn’t know how to turn it halfway. At first, it seemed that Xinyi mentioned the test of courage that I played once last year, and laughed at Yuanzi while recalling it. The ghost was so frightened that Yuanzi kicked and smashed the door of the old school building, and was invited as a parent.

"It wasn't you who secretly frightened me and Xiaolan from behind!" Yuanzi also reprimanded his companions, from Xinyi's strange physique when he encountered a murder case when he was free, to his little reasoning hobby, and then I guess it was This topic reminded her of something, Yuanzi suddenly turned to Wutiao, who was resting his cheeks and listening to their chat, in the middle of talking, "I remember Brother Wutiao, you said that your amulet is very powerful?"

"Yes, Sonoko wants it?" Gojo Satoru nodded, "But it doesn't matter if you fail the exam."

The strongest amulet in the world of conjuration, which personally engraved the spell, is of course effective, at least it is still somewhat useful in protecting personal safety.

"Who failed the exam!" Yuanzi retorted first, then frowned and began to explain the reason, "My dad almost got into a car accident several times recently, so I want to get him a more effective amulet."

"Mr. Suzuki's matter is really strange, but I still feel that someone has something wrong with him." Shinichi obviously knows about this, but he firmly believes that all the weirdness in this world is man-made. Little clues can reveal the truth.

"But Police Officer Megure and the others also came to check, and there was no problem with each car afterwards, right?" Sonoko is different from Shinichi, he is not a staunch scientific atheist, "Including my Bentley, too. It was fine when I used it, but almost got into an accident as soon as I handed it over to my father."

From the argument between Sonoko and Shinichi, he also roughly understood the ins and outs of the whole matter.

Sonoko’s father, Suzuki Shiro, recently encountered a strange thing. As long as he was going out with a car, the radar in front of him would always give an alarm inexplicably. It was obviously a safe distance from the car in front, and sometimes there were no cars or shelters in front of him at all. But it keeps calling the police.

If it's just that, it's okay. As time goes by, from the throttle to the left and right correction failures, and finally even the most serious situation of brake failure.This kind of thing can happen even if you change the car and change the driver, or even take someone else's car. A while ago, an insurance salesman lost a sum of money because of this crash.

For a family like Yuanzi's, problems that can be solved with money are never a problem, and they are afraid that the next accident will be Yuanzi's father himself.

A series of incidents that did not conform to common sense intensified. Now Yuanzi's father hadn't left the house for three full days. All the documents were sent home by the secretary, and they were resolved in the study at home.

Realizing that this might not really be a man-made incident, Chuya did not speak recklessly directly. It is common sense to leave the professional field to professional personnel.

Besides, he didn't know how familiar Sonoko and Gojo Satoru were with each other. If in fact the other party didn't know anything about the magic world, he would make it difficult for Gojo to start the topic abruptly.

"I will send the amulet to Mr. Suzuki tomorrow. He will be home tomorrow, right? Is it your garden villa in Mihua Town?"

Yuanzi was surprised: "Brother Wutiao, did you send it here yourself?"

If I remember correctly, Gojo Satoru's work is extremely busy, and there are no holidays. The year-round teacher's work also gave the Sonoko who I heard about back then learned a lot, calling this a devil school.

"Yeah, I haven't visited Mr. Suzuki for a long time."

After finalizing the provisional plan for tomorrow, the meal was almost finished, and the three of Yuanzi bid farewell to them at the gate of the club, and they had to leave Zhongye's contact information before leaving.

Nakahara Nakahara was waiting for Gojo Satoru to sign the bill at the entrance of the club. The duration of the summer sunshine kept it from getting dark. It was after seven o'clock when most people came out of get off work to go out for activities. The noisy city.

Tokyo is really very different from Yokohama.

In other words, it was very different from the Yokohama he remembered.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Nakaya couldn't be bothered to care about Gojo Satoru's stinking problem, which was always on his hands, especially when Gojo was holding a gift in his hand, his endurance could go up a notch.

In Gojo's hand was a slender red wine bottle without a label. The transparent glass bottle contained pure wine, and the wine swayed slightly with his steps, which directly attracted Chuuya's attention.

The degree of hanging the cup seems to be very good in terms of sugar content and alcohol content.

"Go back and have a drink?"

Gojo Satoru lifted up the wine in his hand, and watched with satisfaction as Nakaya's gaze moved with the movements of his hand, looking like a cat whose attention was drawn away by a cat teaser.

"Okay!"

The anticipation of the wine diluted Chuya's awkwardness about living with people. When he was brought into the house by Gojo Satoru and put on slippers, he realized that he already had a place of belonging in this world from today onwards.

The slippers under his feet were just the right size. When he was pulled by Gojo Wu to recognize the room, there was a neat row of various casual clothes in the closet, each of which was bought according to his figure.

After leading him around, Wutiao urged him to take a bath first. Waiting Zhong also came out of the bathroom wearing the same silk pajamas and wiping his hair. Several bags of snacks.

However, the first thing Nakaya noticed was the game console connected to the TV in front of Wujo.

"together?"

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged on the tatami, pointing at the two game controllers in front of him.

Locomotive wine game consoles and a home.

This is the 15-year-old that Zhongyuan Zhong also never expected.

It doesn't feel bad.

Although this touch was quickly destroyed by Gojo Satoru himself.

"Ahhh! Why are you going over there again!"

Nakahara Zhong also held the handle, and when the left joystick was fully activated, he snapped back, controlling the character to avoid the deadly trap.And he insisted on opening the treasure chest, but Mr. Gojo, who opened a treasure chest monster, died on the spot, leaving Chuya alone to face the long dragon behind him and the treasure chest monster blocking the door in front of him.

Angrily staring at the big characters GameOver on the screen, Nakaya, who was sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat, pinched the handle and kicked the knee of Wujo next door with his toe.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Gojo Satoru blinked innocently.

Two-thirds of that bottle of wine has gone down, and most of it has entered Chuya's stomach.Because it is self-brewed, there is no sugar removed, so it is much sweeter than the red wine on the market, but because the winemaker's grape selection is also good, it is sweet but not greasy.

Nakaya didn't taste the alcohol after drinking the first glass, so he let go, took a sip, and drank it like a drink. Before he knew it, he finished half the bottle by himself.

At this moment, the alcohol began to volatilize, and it was obviously a gesture of fierce accusation, but because of the drunkenness in the eyes and the smoky red cheeks, it changed its taste, and coupled with the vivid expression, it became unreasonably cute.

"Chuya, believe me, I have played this before, and there is a hidden easter egg behind this."

"I believe you are a ghost! You said the same thing just now, but behind it is a magic trap that turns into a rabbit!"

"This time it's true, it's a puppy who lied to you."

"Then you can bark now."

"Chuya." Gojo Satoru put the handle aside with a chuckle, stretched his arms and approached the young man soaked in the aroma of grapes, "You drank too much."

"Nonsense!" Xiaoxiao hiccupped, and Chuya retorted, "I can have ten more glasses!"

"Ten cups is fine, just go to sleep after another round?"

The wall clock on the wall has reached 10:30, and I have to go out tomorrow.Considering the possibility of a hangover during early waking, it is better to go to bed early.

"You won't play me?"

"Okay, I won't play you." Gojo Satoru swore to Chuya who tilted his head and looked at himself seriously, "If I played you, I won't buy myself dessert tomorrow."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about this sentence twice in his mind, but he didn't find any problem, so he nodded.

As a result, 15 minutes later, the two-person team that was on the verge of being wiped out again because of Gotiao Wutiao's fan-like manipulations staged a unilateral breakup scene where they turned against each other.

Nakaya held his controller in his right hand, gave up releasing his skills, and only pressed the left joystick to keep moving in an S-shape to avoid traps and attacks. He leaned forward with his upper body and stretched out his left hand to grab control of the controller in Gojo Satoru's hand.

In the end, he overestimated his drinking capacity. It was just a change of perspective, and the scene in front of him flickered. When he realized that the cutscene music of the game failure came from the stereo, and he fell directly on the ground with the posture just now. In Gojo Satoru's arms.

"Obviously, if you try harder just now, you might pass the level." Gojo Satoru caught someone who was in a state of drunkenness, and gently helped Zhongya up, and couldn't help pinching the eyes that had begun to be confused. Chuya's cheek.

It is said that after drinking, Gojo Satoru's right hand pinches the back of Chuya's head after pinching his cheeks, not only to prevent the kid above him from swaying and hitting him, but also to directly seal off all his escape possibilities.

"Chuya, do you want me to tell you about your memory?" The noisy game sound effects were still playing in the room. Gojo Satoru didn't deliberately amplify the sound, and he didn't know why he was so sure that the already somewhat confused Chuya could do it. Listen clearly and understand, "What I saw in your memory, and... what is the cause of your death."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked back at him quietly, neither dodging nor answering.The souls that had entered the stomach during the day were almost completely absorbed at this time, and Zhongya, who was afraid of being overwhelmed, planned to kill the bag of spoils in a few days, but at this time, science seemed to have found a foothold.

It is said that only about 20 grams of soul can eat continuously without breaking the appetite. In fact, the thing has been eaten by the dirty power before it even enters the stomach. There are no other side effects.

Last time, the super soul quietly restored the 15-year-old Zhong Ye a little bit at night when no one noticed, and it played a more role in memory. As for the body, it only changed from 15 years old to nearly 16 years old. The degree of left and right.

—The height has not changed much.

So even Nakaya himself didn't notice that slight change, and Gojo Satoru reminded him the next day.

But now, Gojo Satoru witnessed this process of change with his own eyes.

For the first time, the dirty and dark lines did not bring about loss of control and collapse. The originally loose pajamas were stretched and stuck to the body, and the dirt on his face had not yet faded. Zhong also smiled. At this time, he It looks almost 22% to [-]% similar to the [-]-year-old top cadre.

"No need, I will remember." Zhongyuan Zhongye raised his head, the drunkenness in his eyes couldn't hide the wild arrogance in his bones, "I am Zhongyuan Zhongye, Zhongye Zhongyuan can only die on the battlefield."

The author has something to say: Xinyi’s Three Views will only break tomorrow

Wangtian

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感谢在2021-01-0610:18:31~2021-01-0900:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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