The vest cannot be collapsed

Jianren Qihai nodded slightly apologetically towards the supervisor and assistant Yi Dizhi, and pushed open the car door.

They originally planned to go directly to the Kyoto school to find Gojo Satoru, his senior in high school. If he hadn't found this forgotten document on the way, Yidizhi wouldn't have to go through such a long detour to come to another part of the city. one end.

Yizhizhi's speed should be slightly faster than that of the tram, which means that Haruki may not be home yet.

Jianren Qihai stood in front of the elevator holding the document, pinching the bridge of his nose wearily.He decided to return to the magic world not all because of the curse spirit he exorcised at the convenience store last night, but also because he saw Haruki Jushan in a small part.

He has been in the society of normal people for too long, and occasionally saw a magician from the same world as himself, only to realize that he does not belong to normal society.What he longed for in his bones and what he wanted to fight for was the magic world that he had left far behind when he was in high school.

Even if it's not that pretty.

On the other side, Yi Dizhi, who bid farewell to Jianren Qihai, was suddenly knocked on the car window. Through a thin layer of car glass, Yi Dizhi saw Gojo Wu's face in a daze.

No, it's not in a trance, this is Wujo Satoru's face.

He rolled down the car window with a numb face. Today, Mr. Gojo seemed to be in a particularly bad mood compared to before, as if he was looking for someone to fight.

"What are you doing here?" Gojo Satoru asked straightforwardly.

"Mr. Qihai said that his friend's things were left with him, so he came to deliver them." Yi Dizhi explained very succinctly.

"Oh." Gojo Satoru, who used to talk nonsense for a long time when encountering such a situation, was surprisingly quiet today. He roughly scanned the layout of the car and walked into the depths of the community. Lay monks who have not been shaved and still wear cassocks.

Yi Dizhi sent off the five ancestors exhaustedly, and welcomed the second person.

Fu Heihui knocked on the car window, he thought Yidizhi was looking for him.So Yi Dizhi said what he said to Gojo Satoru a second time, and by the way expressed his doubts when he saw everyone appearing here.

"Wujo Wu is here." Fu Heihui was thoughtful after hearing what he said, "Maybe he came to pick him up."

Fuguro Megumi and Fukurotsu Miki also walked towards the building after school.

Yi Dizhi, who sent away three groups of people one after another, sighed wearily. In front of the elevator of the residential building not far from his parking place, the three groups of people he had just met suddenly met.

"Hui?" Gojo Satoru was obviously a little shocked when he saw Fu Heihui, "What are you doing here?"

"Maybe..." Fu Heihui took out a bunch of keys from his bag, "Did you forget that this is your home?"

"Seven seas..."

"Send a document to the younger generation." Faced with his doubts, Nanami Jianren raised the file bag in his hand, and while talking to Gojo Satoru, he also nodded at Fukurohui and Fukurotsu Miki, and by the way He also said hello to Xia Youjie, his senior whom he had not seen for many years.

The relationship between the five people suddenly became extremely complicated after Jianren Qihai finished this set of actions.

Qihai Jianren came to find his colleagues, Fu Heihui was going home, he and Xia Youjie came to arrest the blind ordinary man who pretended to be Ju Shanqingshu, at first glance, everyone seemed to have their own things to do.

Gojo Satoru was wondering why Nanami Kento, who was in contact with an ordinary person pretending to be Haruki Iyama, would know Fukuro Megumi, and Fukuro Megumi was wondering why Gojo Satoru would know a colleague of Jushan Haruki, and Nanami Jianren was secretly surprised Yu Gojo Satoru actually bought a house here, and by the way, his relationship with Haruki Jushan's friend.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", breaking the embarrassment. The five people in front of the elevator entered the elevator one by one, and then reached out to the same floor button at the same time.

Now even if everyone is blind, they should notice something is wrong.

The elevator went up steadily and at a constant speed, and the five people in the car all felt the constant embarrassment at the same time. With a short distance of more than a dozen floors, the breathing of the five people in the small space gradually increased. Everyone seemed to be trying to finish their breathing. The way the air around the nose of another person suffocates him to death.

The elevator opened with a "ding", and everyone rushed out, and then stood in front of the same door at the same time.

Another round of trying to suffocate each other to death by breathing out the air around the nose.

The only woman among the five spoke.

Fukurotsu Miki took the key from her younger brother, and skillfully opened the door, revealing the smooth and delicate white porcelain floor of the living room.

"Why don't you come in and sit down." Her tone was gentle, as if she didn't know what kind of pupil earthquake the few people standing at the door of the house experienced in the past few seconds.

Fu Heihui had never felt that Tsumeiji was so stalwart.

She calmly found five cups from the kitchen and filled them with water, then took out Wujou's desserts from the cabinet with a normal expression, and finally took Fu Heihui and her schoolbag and threw them into the study. As usual, she sat in the position that belonged to her.

There was a dead silence in the living room.

Xia Youjie keenly noticed that the situation seemed to be more complicated than they thought. Gojo Satoru was making eye contact with Fu Heihui, and no one could understand what the other was saying. Nanami Jianren and Tsumiki were the only two in the room. The two people who could barely control their facial expressions raised their water glasses and took a sip at the same time.

——Qihai Jianren swallowed the scalding water with a slightly distorted expression.

The light floor reflects the slightly tightened jaw of a reliable adult.

There was a "click" from the door, and Haruki Jushan, who had just finished depositing money, pushed the door open without knowing it.

Beyond the door is hell.