Mr. Mori raises slaughter online

Su Nuo cat has a very good memory.

He is not a sound idiot either, so he can naturally distinguish the timbres of different people.

And the voice of this kid with sea urchin head and dark green eyes is the kid who called him "Pickled Pepper Chicken Claw" a month ago.

Although Su Nuo Mao despises the current body of the lucky cat, but in a way, he can be regarded as a successful resurrection. Next, as long as he finds other fingers that seal his power, he can go back to being the king of curses. pinnacle!

Su Nuomao can sense the location of his fingers within a certain range, so when he set off with pride at first, he thought it was only a matter of time before he found the remaining fingers.

As a result, a month passed.

Su Nuo cat found nothing.

Why?Is it because the cat's legs are too short?

"Cat~meow~~~" Huihui's beautiful forest green eyes looked at this fat and cute fat cat. It was the first time he saw a cat that could grow up like a pig, and it was also pink. The pattern on the body is also very individual, but so fat, does it have an owner?

Su Nuo raised his cat face and stared at the child.

He knows that some people have adventures that ordinary people can't imagine in a lifetime. Sometimes, as long as you catch this person, it means that the days to come will be extraordinary.

It also means that as long as you keep an eye on this child, his fingers will automatically come to your door.

Su Nuomao walked towards Fu Heihui proudly with short legs.

"Yoxi, yoxi." Fu Heihui first touched Maomao's head, and then tentatively grabbed Maomao's forelimbs. Seeing that Maomao didn't seem to resist, Fu Heihui hugged, hugged, hugged Maomao.. .... Drag it up.

After a while, Fu Heihui let go of Su Nuo Mao again, and said seriously, "I'm megumi (Hui)."

Su Nuo Mao snorted softly: Heh, kid, you are just stupid, telling others your name so easily.

......

In Aomori, Xia Youjie, who had beaten Gojo Satoru, felt comfortable all over, but at the same time, he didn't like this person very much.

one month!A whole month!When Xia Youjie thought of his peaceful life as if he had been dead for the past month, his rage value for wanting to hit the cat soared. He took a deep breath and looked at Wujo Wu, who had been beaten all the time and dared not fight back.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes full of tears. He knew he was wrong, and he also knew that he had played too much. The matter was over half a month ago, but he really had so much fun that he forgot the time!

And Mr. Mori is also very bad!There is no news at all! ! !

"Jie QAQ~" Wu Tiao Mao said pitifully.

Xia Youjie glanced at him lightly, but ignored him, he turned around and took out a set of clean clothes from the cabinet, walked out of the room to the bathroom, took a combat shower, then changed into clothes and came out.

At this time, Gojo Satoru had already eaten the snacks provided by Mrs. Xia You. Xia Youjie saw that his body seemed to be in bloom, and the anger in his heart plummeted. It was not so much anger as fear and joy, like It is like the rest of my life after a catastrophe, with unreasonable happiness.

He pursed the smile that was about to rise on his lips, sat opposite Gojo Wu, and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Gojo Satoru told the truth emphatically, so as to set off his innocence: "Really! It's all Mr. Mori's fault!"

I believe you are evil.Xia Youjie sneered.

Looking at Xia Youjie's still pale face, and the blackness that cannot be concealed under his eyes, the blue blood vessels on his hands are clearly visible... Gojo Wu was shocked to realize that this guy has lost a lot of weight than before. This is... ...a sense of weakness that cannot be concealed.

Gojo Satoru mechanically chewed the food in his mouth, and suddenly said: "Jie, I..."

"Wu." Xia Youjie interrupted Wutiao Wu's words, lowered his eyes and raised a smile: "No need to apologize."

"But, I..." Gojo Satoru really felt that he had gone too far this time.

Xia Youjie said seriously, "As long as it's your choice, it makes sense."

The snacks in his hand fell on the table, Gojo Wu clenched his hands subconsciously, Xia Youjie was sitting in front of his eyes, but he seemed to see another Xia Youjie, a tragic picture flashed in his mind.

【Enlightenment, your choice is meaningful. 】

"Enlightenment? What are you crazy about?" Xia Youjie picked up the snacks on the table in confusion, put them in his mouth and swallowed them in two or three bites: "Is it not sweet enough?"

"...No." Gojo Satoru recalled the memory that didn't exist in his mind just now, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

Why sometimes there is always a strange sense of déjà vu for certain things?

[Why must he write it?Can't I? 】

It was another scene I had never seen before, and it was my own voice, which seemed to be much more mature, with vicissitudes that were pretending to be relaxed and that could not be concealed.

Gojo Wu blinked, but suddenly forgot what he was thinking just now. Seeing that Xia Youjie really didn't care about this matter, he said in a high tone: "Let's go find Nitro!"

Xia Youjie suddenly showed a malicious smile: "Okay."

......

Not to mention what kind of impact the "resurrected" Gojo Satoru will have on the upper echelons of the magic world, Mori Ogai has already taken Aji and Alice to Shimane Prefecture, so even if Megumin came to find someone with a gift, It is destined to be found by no one.

There are many things that cannot be explained clearly by the information presented on paper. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you get the answer.

Unsurprisingly, as a family handed down from generation to generation, the main house of the "Mori" family was built in a simple Japanese style. Mori Ogai got out of the car with his two children. He walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

Even the ancient buildings are equipped with some utensils of the times.

Aji stood beside Mori Ogai's legs, raised his head to look around, and asked, "Rintaro? Is this a new home?"

In the children's scattered memories, there was an experience of moving. I heard Xia You fool said that they used to live in Aomori, but for some reason, they moved to Saitama.

Mori Ogai smiled, and didn't know how to answer, so he said, "It's not a new home."

After a few minutes, the door was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was an old woman in her sixties, dressed in decent home clothes, her cloudy eyes lit up instantly when she saw Mori Ogai and the two children, excited He said, "It's Master Ogai! And Miss Jasmine, this is! ——Could it be Young Master Jinzhi?"

Even this person calls himself "Ogai".Mori Ogai lowered his eyes to cover his complicated eyes. According to the investigation data, this is the housekeeper and mother-in-law Mieko who has stayed in the Mori family for decades. He should get a lot of information from this person.

"Yes, I'll take the children back to have a look." Mori Ogai smiled and raised Aji's hand: "Aji, this is...Grandma Mieko."

Azhi yelled "Grandma" crisply, and the elderly Mieko was very happy, and said, "Just call me Mieko."

"Stop talking outside the door, come in quickly, Master Ogai is really, he hasn't come back for more than six years..."

While muttering to herself, Mieko closed the door.

Mori Ogai seemed to be listening to her thoughts seriously, but his heart sank a little.

A person's existence, from childhood to adulthood, will leave many traces, even if it is a real fake identity, there will be obvious flaws.

Because feelings cannot be faked anyway.

Unless you can control other people's memories and thoughts.

Surprisingly, there were very few people in the house, the huge house looked very empty, and Mieko in kimono was still saying: "Why did you choose to come back today, the master just went on a business trip in the morning, and it will take several days to come back, he has been talking about it for a long time I want to see my grandson, but Master Ogai really is, even if he is angry, he can't stay home for six years..."

Mori Ogai only came here when he picked the time when this "master" was going out. He knew nothing about the past of "Mori Yugai", and it would be easy to expose something when he got close to him. He didn't want to take risks.

"Master Ogai will bring Miss Jasmine and Young Master Jinji back to his room to sit for a while, and I'll get you some food." Mieko confessed, and left first.

Mori Ogai nodded, then the question came: where is 'my' room?

Fortunately, there are traces of the layout of this kind of house, and it didn't take long for Mori Ogai to find the correct Japanese room.

Pushing open the door, even though it looked like no one had lived here for a long time, the inside was very clean. He glanced around, and Alice and Azhi ran around the room.

But to his surprise, this "Japanese room" is not so "Japanese room". For example, if you look into the inner room from here, you can see that the bedroom is not a folded tatami mat, but a bed, and there are regular tables and tables beside the bed. A cabinet for bedding and clothes.

As for the relative outer room, it looks like a small reading room. Mori Ogai took out a book with sticky notes inside, opened it for a look, took out several books with his expression unchanged, walked to the desk, and sat on a chair. Book by book.

Alice and Aji explored back and forth in this not-so-small Japanese room. Aji climbed onto the bed in the inner room and found a photo frame with a photo from the place covered by the curtains.

"...Rin Taro?" He looked at the person in the photo and read in a low voice.

The photo shows a common family of three. On the left is a young man with a mustache, on the right is a young woman who looks like Yamato Nadeko, and in the middle is a child with mid-length hair who looks only about ten years old.

The young man with the moustache had a serious expression, the Yamato Nadeshiko-like woman had a gentle expression, only the boy with the middle-length hair had dark eyes and seemed not very interested.

"Wow." Alice also went to bed, and looked at the photos together next to Azhi. She looked at the child in the photos and thought to herself: Why things are going to start to become suspenseful.

Outside, Mori Ogai flipped through a few books, put them back on the bookshelf, and searched all the bookshelves here.

The bookshelf on the far left, starting from the first compartment below, Mori Ogai squatted down and looked over in turn.

Fifty syllables, correspondence, children's books, initial Chinese pronunciation, newspapers, notes, notes, "The Analects", notes, elementary arithmetic, notes, workbooks, workbooks, "Tang Poetry Collection", "Waka Collection", notes, newspaper......

This is the accumulation that a person has learned and accumulated since childhood.

——This is a living, existing person.

Mori Ogai felt chills in his heart. He randomly pulled out a notebook, which looked like a diary or something, and opened a page. On it was written the unique immature handwriting of children:

【1990.3.21, the weather was fine and the wind was smooth.

I read the story of Shang Zhongyong today, and I felt a little insecure, so I decided to 'hide my clumsiness' and not let adults think that I am smart. 】

【1990.3.26, the weather was fine, but I was in a bad mood.

Playing like a stupid kid is exhausting, but I can hold on. 】

[1990.4.16, it was raining and I couldn't go out.

My father said that the children outside had finished learning "The Analects of Confucius". He asked me why the progress was so slow. I didn't understand. He clearly said last time that the children outside couldn't express the meaning clearly. Was this trying to lie to me?right?

I will not be fooled. 】