Brother Jack, don't kill me!

"Wow——" Gojo Satoru walked on the dark path with his pockets in his pocket. He looked around and said, "Jie, did you make a mistake, got rid of the auxiliary supervision and escaped overnight?"

Xia Youjie replied: "Those who forgot to leave their accounts have no right to criticize me."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if it is seen by ordinary people. I don't want to worry about weak guys. But Jie, you—"

Gojo Satoru paused, his voice rose, and the 1.9-meter-long white-haired DK lowered his head halfway. He kicked the stones under his feet. After the sound of small stones falling into the pond next to him, his words also came.

"You didn't come here for the so-called hoeing the strong and helping the weak?"

"Yes." Xia Youjie said, "As magicians, we are supposed to protect those who are not magicians."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and said, "I know you are a supporter of positive theory, okay~"

"but--"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, took off his small round sunglasses, and swung them around on his fingers.Then he asked casually: "Are you protecting the majority of people, or a certain person?"

"Want to fight here, Wu?"

Gojo Satoru twirled his sunglasses and said, "No~ If you're afraid of being lonely, Jie will go by himself."

"I haven't said anything yet."

Gojo Satoru laughed, squinted his eyes, and showed a funny expression that seemed to be reserved for high school students. He said: "Jie, I never said, who is the standby screen that you haven't changed since you entered school?"

When the words fell, the curse spirit summoned by using the magic spell manipulation technique faced Gojo Satoru, but the 1.9-meter white-haired DK evaded sideways without panic, and passed the spell spirit, He even laughed a little.

Xia Youjie laughed and said, "I remember your new screensaver is Inoue..."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand without any shame, and replied, "Yes."

Xia Youjie put his hands in his pockets, he sighed helplessly, and said, "He is an ordinary person and cannot see the curse spirit."

Wutiaowu realized the person in Xia Youjie's words, so he listened with interest, as if listening to gossip.

"To some extent, he is weaker than ordinary people."

Xia Youjie said to himself, he raised his head and saw the full moon hanging in the sky.

"So, I want to become stronger and be able to protect him." Xia Youjie raised the corners of his mouth, he laughed and said, "Is this correct?"

Gojo Satoru frowned, and pretending to fan the air in front of him with his palm, he said, "Jie, there is a rotten smell of love in your words, tsk tsk."

Xia Youjie put his hands in his pockets, and he said, "Let's go, we'll be there soon."

……

Lott's nightmares come at night.

In this dream, he stood in front of rows of bookshelves.

"Memory is as much a part of maintaining a relationship as books." Frey stood by the bookshelf, turned his head, and said, "Mr. Wiltshire, I organized your memory into this library. However, I think. You should still be wondering how the sarcoma you used to see disappeared?"

Lott retorted, "I didn't."

Frey let out a laugh of unknown meaning. He turned around and opened his arms towards Lott, which seemed to be a hug. He asked, "Actually, you didn't leave the oracle."

Lott followed his line of sight, and he saw an eye popped out of the marble floor, staring at himself, and it disappeared in an instant.

Lot seemed to realize where he was standing. He subconsciously covered his mouth, trying to vomit, but all he vomited was water.

He really eats too little these days.

Frey squinted his eyes and smiled. He said, "Mr. Wiltshire. Don't bother with that anymore. Although you know your memory well, your manipulator doesn't know it, does he?"

"You need to obey your mother's instructions and give him tasks, but he doesn't fully understand you. I think memory is a good way to get people close quickly. Do you need to let him know about the house through these books?"

"I……"

Lott didn't respond, he just lifted his foot and walked to the bookshelf behind Frey.

As in every home he's ever been in, the books are blank reproductions.

Only the important one was marked and brought out.

The book that Lotter took out now was his encounter with C.

"C?" Lott read the name, he opened the book and ignored Frey.

Frey came from behind. He embraced Lott's shoulders from behind and felt the familiar trembling. He laughed and said, "Lott, you don't have to be so on guard, we are one."

Lot gently avoided Frey's palm, leaning against a bookshelf, looking at the books in his hands.

"C is a very good friend. Although he said that he is a god every day, but he is trapped in a human body, so who can prove that we are not gods in another country? "Lott read the handwriting on it softly, and he said, "C is indeed a good friend, but he is always bullied. Last time he was in the bathroom, he told me—"

Lott said: "He was pushed into the bug soup, which is too much for a clean freak."

Lotter's voice became deeper and deeper, just as his emotions became more and more negative. He clenched the pages of the book, as if he was about to cry, and asked, "Is it my fault? The one who was with me People get ostracized all the time. Is it because I'm so stupid that I made a mistake and got them hurt?"

Frey looked at him from behind and asked, "What do you think, Lott?"

"You should know the answer."

Lott shook his head. He said, "I don't know. I—"

Lotter said: "In the final analysis, I will only make mistakes. I can't help anyone, and I can't even save myself."

Frey let out a protracted "oh", he paced up from behind and looked at Lott.

Frey said, "You're so guilty. It seems like you can't sleep because of guilt."

"So, would you like a bedtime story, Mr. Wiltshire, though I think you'd rather have it told to you by your human friend."

Lott turned around, and he said, "I'll listen."

Frey laughed, and he pointed out a finger. The four-eyed Pythians told the story of their hometown. He said that it was more like a test than a story, a test of your personality and your future, a story It's childish and naive about Ink Princess and Paper Princess, and he's only halfway through, asking, "If it were you, how would you write the ending?"

Lott said: "Princess Ink came to the Kingdom of Paper. She was rescued from prison by Princess Ink. In order to repay her, Princess Ink dyed every piece of paper with ink. The residents in the Kingdom of Paper finally learned to write. and language, they became friends and lived happily together."

Frey interrupted him, squinting his eyes, and said, "Losing your uniqueness in order to repay?

"Is he willing to sacrifice?"

"Yes." Lott laughed and said, "If it's for a friend, I am willing."

"Then it's time for you to hear my story," said Frey.

Frey spoke slowly, his voice becoming hypnotic, and Lott fell asleep without knowing it.

"He fell asleep." Frey said, he raised his head, looked somewhere in the distance, and then he sneered softly.

In fact, Lott didn't sleep long when he was woken up by the doorbell.

Lot rolled over and got out of bed. He stepped on his slippers and rubbed his eyes to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a young man with curly black hair and golden eyes. He was slightly taller than Lott. The moment they met, he reached out and touched Lott's white hair, saying, "You've grown up. Little Lotte."

Lott nodded, recognized who it was from his tone, and said, "Hello, Umbrella Man."

"It's such a weird name again." The Umbrella Man walked in swaggeringly, he smiled, and seemed to be used to being called this way, "It seems that you prefer the previous dress. I think that can be more affects you."

"Oh."

Lott responded in a muffled voice, and he asked, "How did the Pythians perish?"

"Well, didn't the oracle in your body tell you?"

The Umbrella Man said: "Opinions and differences eventually led to the downfall of the race at the top of the universe. Although most people want to connect with other people's thoughts, it doesn't mean all. Although some people want to, it is also a It's a long process. Think about it, when other people's thoughts are drilling into your head all the time, you will lose yourself in the end."

Lott said: "Is it all caused by the oracle?"

The Umbrella Man gave a negative answer, "No." He said, "It's their own actions that caused all that. The oracle is just a corpse of a god, and it's themselves who make the final choice. Like."

"You are the same."

Lott didn't understand his words, he raised his head and asked, "What?"

The Umbrella Man said, "It's not good to interfere with the future of young people."

"Your body looks as big as mine," Lott said.

The Umbrella Man waved his hand and said, "Sure enough, I should come here with your father's appearance. Oh, but that's not important. The important thing is that your end was already doomed when you saved that boy."

Lott lowered his head, and he said, "No, I didn't save him."

"No one can save me at all."

The Umbrella Man laughed, and said, "What is this, the self-consolation of the innocent and cute little Lotte?"

The umbrella man said, he raised his hand, looked at his watch, and said, "I'm leaving. By the way, Lott, my employer is very worried about your health. I hope I can see you more energetic next time." of you."

Lott opened the door. He watched the Umbrella Man walk into the darkness and said, "Oh."

"I will." Lott smiled and said, "I'm probably still far away from death."

"I want to spend a long time with Jay."

The Umbrella Man laughed, and said, "I hope so."

After the door was closed, Lott went back.

He no longer wanted to go back to his room, so instead he opened the door of Xia Youjie's room.

After Xia Youjie left, Luo Te would always come here when he missed him.

So he hugged his worm cat pillow, threw himself on the bed, lifted the quilt, and got in, just like before.

The quilt smelled of Xia Youjie, a reassuring breath.

In this room, Lott could always fall asleep quickly, and he would never have any nightmares when he closed his eyes.

Lotte was sleeping on the bed, he let go of the worm-cat pillow, and he unconsciously leaned against the pillow towel next to him.

His white hair sank into the pillow towel, and the tip of his nose smelled the fresh scent of Xia Youjie's body.

It smells good.

Lot was about to fall asleep again, and then he heard the sound of a window breaking.

Lot sat up from the bed with his pillow in his arms. He rubbed his eyes. In a daze, he saw two people coming in through the window, one with white hair and one with black hair.

The two wearing the same uniform also saw Lott.

Xia Youjie's familiar voice sounded from the broken window glass, his voice was full of surprise.

"Lotter?"