Missy is also looking for death in the magic world today

Kiritani Mio never imagined that one day she would be so imaginative.The photo of Gojo Satoru lingered in her mind.

Therefore, he can take a bath normally.

She summed it up very hard and reluctantly, forcibly suppressing the erupting volcano in her mind with a conclusion that she could face up to.

She has no such worldly desires.

Yes, no, not at all.

Does that mean that taking a bath is when his defense is weakest?Then wash your face, eat, and solve your physical problems...

Instead, my thinking went to even weirder places! ! !

She slapped her face directly with two slaps, and her slightly red cheeks became even redder under the heavy blow.

Gojo Satoru is an idiot! ! !

After the continuous sound of bubbles, Gojo Satoru next door successfully harvested a series of [Go to death.jpg]

I'm in a hurry.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he swiped the phone screen with relish, counting the number of [Go to die] emoticons.

12.If it is a month, it can make up a year.

In order to thank Ms. Kiritani for her importance, he decided to share 12 servings of his favorite edamame whipped cream stuffed Kikufu with her every month.

I'm such a nice guy.

Gojo Satoru thought so, turned off the bedside lamp happily, and closed his eyes happily.

I hope I can see Ms. Kiritani's embarrassed face in my dream.

……

A dream is a subjective experience.

But interestingly, it doesn't happen voluntarily.

Kiritani Mio is very grateful at the moment for this involuntary in her mind that she finally doesn't have to think about Gojo Satoru's damn photo anymore.

With a grateful heart, she looked at the strange scene in the dream that did not belong to her own life.

Shinji Nakamura's studio.

Renaissance plaster statues are dark and cold.

Only Sanada Kyoko, who was painting by the floor-to-ceiling window, shone with the heavenly and divine Tyndall light from outside the window.

Her painting is only in the drafting stage, and she is worrying about the layout of the picture compared to the growing cherry tree outside the courtyard.

Immersed in painting, she suddenly stopped the paintbrush in her hand, as if hearing some call, she turned her head to look to the side and rear, revealing a smile as bright as the sun.

She put down her paintbrush and walked into the darkness.

The lens turns.

The scene and Sanada Kyoko have not changed, the difference is that there is an extra man in the studio.

It was Shinji Nakamura in his prime.With brilliant love sparks blooming in his eyes, he pushed the shy Kyoko back to the wall step by step, and finally pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately.

Afterwards, the scenes are all edits of the essence of love action movies in the studio.

Very strange.

Mio Kiritani, who had been watching Sanada Kyoko carefully, frowned slightly.

It's not because the content of the picture is unhealthy, but because of the expression on Sanada Kyoko's face.

No matter what she is doing, there is not much emotion in her eyes, which is completely different from her in Nakamura's paintings.

Her eyes were as dull as glass beads without mechanism, and her smile was tinged with falsehood.Like an actor with poor acting skills, every move is trying to get closer to the plot.

The ending of a love action movie is a scene with a lot of depth.

Sanada Kyoko stood in the center on the stage of the studio, facing a vague painting hanging on the wall, her back was bleak.

A pair of hands hugged her from behind, Shinji Nakamura embraced her and danced to the cold jazz music.

Kyoko swinging with Shinji Nakamura, turning with him to face her in an orgasm at the end of a loose beat.

She opened her mouth slightly and made a mouth shape to her, and there was finally a hint of reaction in her empty eyes.

help me.

she says.

Before Kiritani Mio had time to observe more, the stage came to a hasty curtain call, as if someone hastily drew the dark curtain.

After the light was restored again, her people had left the studio and went outside.

There is no Kyoko Sanada and Shinji Nakamura here.

She saw her own face.

And the two tombstones side by side in front of her.

Kiritani Mio's heart stopped beating.

The materials of the two tombstones are the same, and the slightly lower one is obviously newer than the taller one.

She sat on the ground among the tombstones, and took neither flowers nor pastries.I just brought two bottles of wine, one bottle is the legendary 50-year-old sheep whip wine, and the other bottle is Baizhou 18-year-old wine.In addition, it is also exquisitely equipped with corresponding wine cups and whiskey glasses.And the wine glass in front of her is the same style as the one in front of the new tombstone.

"Old man, junior brother, I'm here."

Muttering to herself, she filled their glasses, then poured herself a double shot of whiskey.

"Old man, I wish you to regain your glory below."

She drank the whiskey in the glass, and poured the yellow liquid in the wine glass in front of the tombstone.

"Old man, junior brother, he doesn't listen to you... You don't let him count my life, he does it. Now it's all right, he cut his life and reunited with you, leaving me alone to drink every day. You two It's not kind."

Then she poured more than double the whiskey into her glass, respecting the new headstone.

"Junior brother... don't tell your fortune in your next life," she paused, staring at the black and white photo of the young man on the tombstone, and persuaded heartbrokenly, "in your next life, don't meet me again."

Alcohol started to make her babble, she talked about a lot of recent big orders that would kill her several times, and exaggerated ways of selling money.

In the empty cemetery, she was the only one who spoke enthusiastically, so that in the end she was so thirsty that she drank all the sheep whip wine given to the old man.

The desolate autumn wind blew across the vast mountain ridge, which made her very clear-headed.

"It's so boring, how can I not get drunk..."

Her eyes looking into the void are empty and confused.

Kiritani Mio looked blankly at herself who sat withered in front of the tombstone until dawn the next day.

Like coals in ashes, just waiting to quietly swallow their last breath.

That was the memory of her previous life.

So, why am I born again?Why not go to them as a matter of course?Is it because they don't want themselves?

Gojo Satoru was wrong.

It wasn't that she was cursed by something, she was the curse.A curse that can make people around you unhappy.

I really want to die.

She fell into suffocating darkness again.

"Huh? I can't see it."

A boy's voice suddenly appeared in the darkness, whispering in her ear, that voice was as sweet as maple syrup, but colder than a poisonous snake.

"It's strange, neither the memory nor the soul can be seen."

The boy's breath sprayed on her neck where blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen, and the skin of a snake was cold and smooth.

Kiritani Mio didn't move, and couldn't move.She felt someone in the dark sniffing the skin at her arteries, and even heard his exaggerated gulp.

"The taste of despair is really good. We must continue to work hard. Go to resentment, boldly resentment, let all this be turned into a curse, and let all dirty human beings get their retribution."

His inexplicable middle two lines brought Kiritani Mio back to his senses.

She recalled it carefully, and it seemed that she had never heard such a voice.

Who is this?

While dazed, a huge suction suddenly appeared in the depths of the darkness and sucked her into the chaos. She opened her eyes in a daze, and heard the non-stop ringing of the cell phone beside her pillow.

It's already dawn, I didn't expect this dream to be so long, it's too exhausting...

She still kept her sleeping position, fumbling with her sleepy eyes half-closed, fumbling for the phone next to her pillow.Squinting his eyes, the caller ID turned out to be Gojo Satoru, who just exchanged contact information last night.

So annoying, this man.

Kiritani Mio simply closed her eyes to answer the phone, and said angrily with a bit of waking up,

【Hey. 】

【I never expected Miss Kiritani to stay in bed~】

On the other end of the phone was Gojo Satoru's slightly joyful voice.

Why can he be so energetic? !

【What's up? 】

Kiritani Mio dropped the phone impatiently, so as to stay away from his energetic voice.

[Did you lose sleep because of my beautiful photos?I'm so sorry~]

There's no apology in your tone, bastard!

No, why do you need his apology, she didn't lose sleep because of his photos, no!

[It's okay, I hung up. 】

【Don't be so indifferent, let's open the door and have breakfast together~ Otherwise, I'll just teleport in and feed you~】

Gojo Satoru is a pervert, right?right? !

[10, 9, 5, 4...]

Don't just countdown inexplicably!

Mio Kiritani woke up immediately by his stimulation, turned over and got out of bed, gathered her nightgown tightly without even slippers on, ran barefoot to the door, and opened the door a crack with the door chain on.

Gojo Satoru outside the door hung up the phone a long time ago, and waited for her to appear with a smile in his trouser pocket. Seeing her messy long hair, he was in a particularly good mood.

"I do not want to eat……"

She raised her face and looked at him angrily.And the moment he saw her face, he immediately suppressed the smile on her face.

Kiritani Mio looked at him with doubts about his sudden change of face, wondering why he was going crazy again.

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, curled up his finger, and wiped away from the corner of her eyes.

The back of the finger is wet.

Kiritani Mio touched her face belatedly, only to realize that her face was full of tears.

"Open the door."

"what?"

"Open the door..."

Gojo Satoru's tone changed from resolute to a soft, irresistible sigh.

There was an incomprehensible emotion brewing in the blue eyes.

She lowered her head and slowly slid the door chain and opened the door.

Wujo Gou outside the door took a long leg and squeezed into the room.

"It's really nothing."

Naturally, she wiped away the tears on her face.

He glanced over her shoulder, caught a glimpse of the tear-soaked pillow on the bed, and asked in a low voice,

"you sure?"

"Sure. Wutiao teacher, I'll tidy up before going to the restaurant."

Gojo Satoru carefully inspected the room with his six eyes, and after confirming that there was no problem, he turned and left with a suspicious expression.

Kiritani Mio's fingers holding the door frame slipped a few inches, and the corners of her mouth returned to an indifferent angle.

She cast her eyes back towards the door.

The next moment, he was stopped by a hug without warning.

"Miss Kiritani, you're starting to embarrass me again."

Gojo Satoru, who came back suddenly, whispered in her ear.

He patted her hair lightly and let her go quickly.His face was still as casual as usual, and the blue sea in his eyes reflected a dazzling light.

Gojo Satoru looked at her stiff expression and slightly curled fingers and smiled slightly,

"Then I wait for you."

She couldn't describe the fleeting embrace and what the words meant to her.

Like a firefly in the abyss, it is weak and vulnerable, but it is extraordinarily noticeable.

She suddenly discovered that this man was the type she was not good at dealing with from beginning to end.

She is obviously self-aware, but she is incredibly gentle.

So contradictory...

Kiritani Mio sighed helplessly.

"it is good……"

The two dawdled at the door.

Coincidentally, Misaki Kiritani, who opened the door diagonally across, ran into him.