Spell Corrosion

The dispute over there has basically come to an end. The gentle young man seemed a little startled by the other party's hysteria, and was lowering his head to talk to the younger brother who dealt the cards.

From this angle, the shape of the mouth was obscured by the young man's long sideburns, but both Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Nakaya noticed his other small movements because of their extraordinary eyesight.

"Is it the sapphire ring that Kudo said?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also saw that the gentle young man acted naturally and without delay, and took a sapphire ring from the younger brother of the croupier who was paying attention to the content of the conversation.

Although the modus operandi and motive of committing the crime are not yet known, the criminal has basically been identified.

"Whether it's true or not, it's enough to win." Gojo Satoru was full of confidence.

The dispute was resolved, and the relieved young man was about to leave, but Gojo Satoru blocked his way.

Gojo Satoru's eyes lingered on his face for a while longer, and then he nodded at his side waist, which happened to be a pocket where the young man hid the sapphire ring.

"Play a game?" Pointing back to the card table next to him, Gojo Satoru was asking, but he obviously didn't intend to let the other party refuse, "Continue to let this one be our croupier, don't bet on chips, bet on your pocket and things in my pockets at home."

The young man squinted his eyes, followed what Gojo Satoru was pointing at, and finally settled on Nakahara Nakaya.

Nakahara was also dressed in white except for the pair of black gloves in his hands, the collar was turned up to block his neck, and a short casual suit jacket was draped over his shoulders. Basically, except for the face, the rest of the body could be seen. Everything that was covered was covered up cleanly.

And a small bulge protruded from the bottom of the pocket on the side of the jacket, which seemed to be about the same size as the sapphire ring in his pocket.

"A round?" asked the young man.

Gojo Satoru nodded, and beckoned to the dealer brother to clean up the game, and then pulled out the chair to let Nakaya sit down. He put his forearm on the back of the chair, and leaned on the high-backed chair like that.

"By the way." Gojo Satoru asked when the dealer was shuffling the cards, "What's the name?"

The young man raised his head after sitting down: "Zechuan..."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "I'm not asking you, after all, it doesn't mean anything if the name you reported isn't your own?" The two cards just slid right in front of Zhongya Zhongyuan, and Gojo Satoru looked at the calm croupier, " I'm asking about this little brother who has a bit of a relationship with Mr. Fujiwara."

Kuroba Kaito raised his eyebrows, thinking that his disguise technique was flawless.

But the croupier just kept his eyes shut and didn't respond, and even the hand that dealt the cards was as steady as before.

Kaito Kuroba thought for a while, then tapped the table with his fingers, "Place a bet?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also held his chin to observe the croupier who was cursed when he turned around. He looked young, probably a year or two older than Gou Juan and the others. He felt a little familiar.

The ends of the eyes were a bit like the eyes he had seen repeatedly in the mirror for the past three days, and the eyes of the boy who would grow up were the same cobalt blue as the ones in the mirror.

He is not tall, about 1.6 meters [-], and has a slender figure. Standing upright in a uniform at that time has a fragile and strong feeling.

Reminiscent of Osamu Fujiwara's conversation with him the day before yesterday, that scum probably has this aesthetic.

However, the watch worn by the young croupier on his right wrist is not suitable for him. It is a bit too naive and old. It looks like it has been worn for many years, but it is still in good condition.

It's just that it doesn't fit his wrist a little bit, and it's tightly clasped on his wrist, and there are even two obvious red marks. Presumably, when turning his wrist, the flesh will be painfully worn by the metal watch chain.

But he did not adjust the strap.

It probably belonged to someone who was very important to him, and he should be younger than him, probably a younger brother or something.

Nakahara Nakaya took out the little thing Gojo Satoru used as a bargaining chip from his coat pocket, pushed aside the candy wrapper, pushed the lozenge into his mouth under the surprised eyes of Kuroba Kaito, and stood up.

"It's boring, let's go."

"Eh? Chuya, your interest disappeared too quickly, right?" Gojo Satoru chased after him, "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"He didn't wait for the police, and that Fujiwara's soul hasn't reached the level of depravity, so he can't wait for the dead martial artist." Nakahara Chuya walked out of the casino with his hands in his pockets, "Come by yourself if you can't wait, I think this is normal?"

At least he had always accepted this view of existence in his previous life.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his head back, and the lozenge was pushed to the right side of his mouth by the tip of his tongue, which made his sharp side face bulge a little, and immediately neutralized the coldness on his body, revealing it A little different from the top cadre before, it belongs to the youthful spirit cultivated by Gojo Satoru.

It's itchy to watch.

That white suit with black gloves, the collar that was exposed when the head was raised up, what else was missing.

correct.

Still missing a hat.

Gojo Satoru bowed down and kissed his forehead.

"exactly."

They did not return with the cruise ship, and after Zhongyuan Zhongya felt that his physical condition had improved after a night of rest, the two of them went directly to the dead martial arts school through the mirror that had been temporarily positioned, Wujo Satoru was still holding the This is the book of Eibon that hides one of the old rulers [Power].

I haven't seen Kid for a long time, and when I meet Zhong Yuanzhong again, I always feel that the way Kid looks at me is very subtle.

Moreover, the golden eyes of this just 15-year-old Shinigami always drifted to the side, as if he didn't dare to look at him.

"Did Black Star tell you that I'm back to my 21-year-old appearance?" Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and only thought of this one possible reason.

But it's just a change of age, shouldn't it be?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down at his attire, making sure that it was well covered today, and it was absolutely impossible to reveal his secrets.

Gojo Satoru remembered something that he had neglected because of Chuya's question.

He needed to go inside the book that night, but if he also went in, then there would be no one left outside.

Although the little girl wearing the sky crown that can transform into water has suffered serious injuries, and should not have the confidence to come back again, but at this time, even if it is not her, but a random fourth-level comer, he and the middle class in the book will all be there. It is simply powerless to fight back, and can only be obediently packed in a book and taken away.

So Kid proposed not to cut off the contact, and if there is a problem, he will directly open the channel by force.

Ah, when they came out of the book, it happened that Chuya woke up from the state of madness, the soul returned from consciousness, and those intense sensory conflicts poured into the body instantly from the spirit. It's some kind of sweet pain, so beautiful it's impossible.

So Gojo Satoru, who was completely bewitched at that time, completely forgot that the mirror next to him was still broadcasting live.

And the perception has been completely blurred, only immersed in the comfort that even the nerve endings are about to melt, Zhongyuan Zhong also did not realize that the god opposite the mirror beside him was watching from the beginning to the end.

Gojo Satoru stared dangerously at Kid.

How much did he see?

"Hey, I said it, but it's still a little different from what I thought." Kid didn't mention what happened that night, "Give me the book."

He stretched out his hand from under the black cloak, and spread his palm in front of Gojo Satoru.

"The thing I called you to ask about last time..." Gojo Satoru handed him the book, and because Gu Jizhong was nearby, he asked vaguely.

If Rang Zhong also knew how he was seen by others, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of this white death room vertically today.

Or this dead time will become his dead time.

Kid stiffened obviously, "Ah, the time I accidentally hung up?"

Kid's too strange reaction made Nakahara Chuya look at them suspiciously, but before Kid couldn't hold back his expression, Zhong also looked away first, and asked Gojo Satoru, "What's the matter?"

"Ah, it's about Hiroto Fujisaki." Gojo Satoru took the subject off the topic naturally, and said something extraordinary in a leisurely but relaxed tone.

"I'm going to send him to Santuchuan at this exchange meeting."

No matter how the guy who is determined to destroy all mankind plans to plot Zhongya, what he wants to do with Zhongya.

Whether it is through the awakening of Zhongye to trigger the conflict between Gao Tianyuan and Death Martial Arts, or to repeat the madness incident two years ago, countless human beings have been melted into the black blood that now seals the moon.

After all, the dead can't carry out the plan.

"About this, tell me about that guy in detail." Kid shook the book of Eibon in his hand, "Since this book is in his possession, then I have a guess."

He may have found the human being who had erased his name from the death list and returned to the world from Izanami's underworld.

After all, Fuheshier, who also came back from Huangquan, also appeared in Kawasaki City with Fujisaki.

"I suspect he is the fish that slipped through my list." Kid sneered, "For this reason, after seeing this book in your place the night before yesterday, I specially asked Majia, who is good at soul sensing, to pretend to go to the High School of Magic to find black Star, check his soul."

Only then did the 15-year-old god show the majesty of death.

"In the world I imagined, there is no such character as him." Kid said, "So, I want to execute the death penalty."

Zhongyuan Zhong also paid attention to another issue.

He narrowed his eyes slowly, turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru, who was gesticulating and lip-synthesizing at the rarely majestic Shinigami.

"The day before yesterday?" Nakahara Chuya's tone was so gentle that it was a bit charming, and he repeated that sentence word by word in a hoarse voice, "At night?"

"Chuya, listen to my explanation!"