There is no love in the group

It was snowing heavily again, and it was hard to imagine that it would rain at noon in this snowy weather. The probability of snow and rain falling together was not high, but it was not impossible.

652 is absolutely infallible.

The cold crisp under the gangster's body has been dyed bright blood, and the wrist that was originally empty is a palm with a complete interface. 49 Zero One bit off the last thread, and the bastard's wrist could no longer see the traces of being cut before.

Although the amount of bleeding was a bit larger, the result was good.

Well, that's your little punishment for being rude to his partner.

"Thank you for the hospitality." 49 Zero stacked a pair of blue medical gloves neatly on the ground, stood up and admired his patient, his eyes wandered around his wrists, and he recalled the steps just now in order to be more diligent next time.

Even if it is an abnormal SCP, 652 will have the keen sense of smell that a dog should have. 652's slender brown tail hooks 49 and one's calf.

49 Zero One knew that this was 652 reminding him that someone was coming this way.

"There is really nothing to do with him. I wanted to take care of my patient for a while."

On snowy days, many people choose to wear snow boots to prevent too cold snow from slipping into the shoes.This in itself is not a problem.

But 652 is terrified of people wearing boots, and this is largely due to the environment in which he lived before. 49 Zero One told 652 to stay where he was, and ran a little farther by himself.

- "Visual Misplacement".

When Osamu Dazai stepped out of the small back door of the clinic trembling, he could only see unconscious gangsters on the snow, and shallow and straight footprints under his feet. He did not choose to chase after him, even though the person he was looking for was just around the corner .

49 used his ability on 652's plum blossom footprints, and a few snowflakes appeared on the white gloves, and then melted away in an instant. He patted the camel messenger bag, and took pictures of the SCPs inside, helpless and furious, so he was happy Embark on aimless wandering.

49 Zero is very interested in this completely different world, with various branches of abilities, and no organization will emerge to arrest and house these people with special abilities.

They can even move freely, have decent jobs, and be admired by ordinary people.

This is unfair to SCPs who need to be monitored and controlled everywhere. Obviously they all have extremely special abilities, but the treatment is very different.

He wants to learn this system, then return to the Foundation, and create a new world with SCPs willing to follow him.

Hmm...too secondary?

No, 49 Zero One is not the kind of SCP that would let desire/desire wantonly destroy. On the contrary, he has a set of behavioral rules that he believes in, and he is constantly absorbing the rules around him.

That's why he called Mori Ogai from 'you' to 'you' in one night.

Respecting the elders is the rule to be followed here. This is the conclusion he came to after a night of swiping his phone.

Of course, for someone of the same age as Osamu Dazai, 49 Zero One still maintained his original attitude.

So the new world mentioned by 49 is superficial. Maybe they can drill into the belly of 682 again, and they can travel to another undeveloped place.

Then spend a happy old age there with your partners.

Just thinking about that wonderful life, the corners of 49 Zero One's mouth can be slightly raised.

Let’s get to know more SCP partners when we go back. In just 14 years, 49 cannot get to know all the SCPs in the Foundation and fill up their favorability.

The atmosphere in Tokyo is completely different from that in Yokohama.

Just after the new year, the hawkers on the street are still yelling to greet customers, the passing female students are wearing beautiful Qifu ropes, and even the social animals have warm smiles of family reunion on their faces.

49 Zero One stood under the shed, and behind him was a shop that was only open at night. He looked ahead, and there was incense smoke coming from nowhere. hair, completely submerged in it.

49 Zero One looked down and saw a pair of black sunglasses.

It's like a fortune teller who deceives people on the street.

"Hey, what are you doing here alone?"

The man came in very familiarly, trying his best to shrink his tall body under the not-so-wide shed, and the entrance of the small shop was instantly crowded.

Without any emotion due to the other party's sudden movement, 49 maintained a steady voice and answered him:

"Waiting for the rain."

Wait for the rain?Gojo Satoru blinked his too good-looking eyes, and stretched out his head to look at the heavy snow falling outside.

This weather, wait for the rain?

Because the negative aura in this kid's backpack was so strong that it covered the entire sky as soon as he set foot on the land of Tokyo. The twenty-year-old white-haired magician deliberately spared a long way to come here to join in the fun.

Well, just for fun.

Because only Gojo Satoru could see the negative aura in the sky.

No, it should be said that only the strongest magician can see that this kid is consciously attracting the strongest magician to show up.

Sure enough, when Gojo Satoru came slowly, the heavy and dark sky in his eyes returned to its original appearance.

Wujo Satoru was suddenly a little upset, why is he so like a Pokemon who comes and goes when he is called?However, this little ghost who seemed to be begging him was still looking at the scenery, and had no intention of opening his mouth at all.

Gojo Satoru is not the kind of person who just laughs off seeing others enjoying themselves.He pressed down with a big palm, wanting to crush the overly arrogant brat until he couldn't straighten up.

As a result, there is a scene where you shrink and I chase.

Gojo Satoru's hand and 49's head danced with afterimages, as if there was some resistance in the middle, and they couldn't touch it at all.

There were more and more "well" characters on Gojo Satoru's forehead, and he gritted his teeth: "Can you stop hiding?"

"No, you have a lot of germs on your hands."

"Although I went to the toilet on the way here, I washed my hands. Smelly brat, don't hide if you can!"

Who knew that the person who had precisely dodged just now stopped suddenly, and 49 Zero One blocked his hand slightly, and Gojo Satoru's hand grabbed his wrist, where there was a glove, so 49 Zero One didn't really care.

Gojo Satoru raised one eyebrow.

"Well, I won't hide."

If this continues, my partners will jump out, and the guy in front of me will probably have no bones left.

49 Zero One signaled Gojo Satoru to look outside: "Don't look at me, look outside."

The snowflakes that were slowly falling down suddenly became heavy, mixed with rainwater in the middle, and fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed. The thick layer of snow was pierced with small holes, until it was reduced to flat ground after more than ten seconds.

The passers-by on the road obviously didn't expect this situation, and ran to the rain shelter with soft complaints.

It's raining.

They would rather have their face covered in a pile of snow than a drop of rain in their hair.

Humans are so weird.

Gojo Satoru said 'Oh~': "I didn't expect it would really rain."

"Ah."

His buddies never go wrong.

"In order to repay me for not letting you get wet, there should be a gift of gratitude at this time, right?"

It was the first time Wujo Satoru saw someone who asked for a thank you gift so righteously, but 49's voice was very special, a strange charm that made people unconsciously calm down and follow the other person's words, although he clearly knew that there was something wrong with it. Something was wrong, but it was still difficult to feel dissatisfied, and Gojo Satoru could only show impatience on the surface.

Gojo Satoru let go of the opponent's wrist, and watched the brat take off his gloves and put on a new pair, faintly feeling that he, a rich and handsome guy, was disgusted:

"This is the place I chose to be in."

It means that it has nothing to do with you at all, and it is entirely his own great decision not to get caught in the rain.

Gojo Satoru was still preparing to fight the opponent for more than 300 rounds, but who knew that 49 suddenly stopped talking.

"...you talk, brat."

49 Zero One was very sincerely wondering: "But didn't you reject my proposal?"

Gojo Satoru: Good guy.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, he didn't want 49 to take advantage of it, even if it was verbal, but he suddenly thought of where the familiar feeling 49 had given him all this time came from, and his words changed A reverse, also owes a beating:

"You were held in the arms of a man yesterday morning, it wouldn't be... oh~"

Gojo Satoru's handsome face has the corners of the mouth raised high, and the eyes behind the sunglasses are full of narrow smiles, and the hints inside and outside the words are extremely obvious.

He did see 49 and one yesterday.

Yesterday morning when he was exorcising the curse near Mount Fuji, he suddenly felt a staring gaze.

Gojo Satoru turned his head while teasing the curse spirit, and his six blue eyes met the overly calm black eyes.

They parted with just one glance.

Because he didn't feel the breath of the mantra in 49 at that time, Gojo Satoru only thought it was an episode that was too coincidental. Who knew that he would meet this kid today who didn't know whether it was natural or black-bellied.

Help, he's grown up, he doesn't want to deal with brats anymore——

"So what's the matter with you deliberately attracting me here?"

Gojo Satoru raised his little finger and picked his ears.

Although he also wanted to find out what was in the kid's backpack, he wanted to get out of trouble more.

But then it will be delicious.

"Hmm..." 49 Zero One pondered for a while.

Gojo Satoru is undoubtedly strong, which is also the reason why 49 Zero One is the strongest, but after the real meeting, he finds that it is completely different from what he imagined.

This person, you can't teach him to be a human at all, can you?

49 Zero One thought for 0.5 seconds, then decisively turned and stepped into the rain: "It's all right."

Gojo Satoru felt being tricked, and opened a pair of Kazilan's big eyes.

"what?!"

The author has something to say:

Your 20-year-old 5t5 is on the line, playing repeatedly in the minefield of SCPs.

At this time, there is still a lot of 5t5 juvenile feeling, the essence of crazy criticism has not been hidden, and the temper is a bit grumpy.

So when everyone grows up, it's time for the original plot to start, but I won't involve a lot of original plot.

01 There is a reason for wanting to find the strongest, and it has something to do with his ability, which will be explained later.

This chapter is very peaceful, let me see who will persecute first in the next chapter w

small theater--

After getting acquainted with each other, 5t5 recalled the self that escaped death and was very proud: "As expected, I am the strongest~"