Social terror players, forced to become king

"Right now, Mr. Xia You seems to be busy letting the Panxing Sect take over the power of the Conjurers Association's top management, so he is very busy all day long." Zenyuan Maki said.

"Recently, Teacher Wutiao and Senior Yi Gu are also chasing down the high-level fish that slipped through the net." Fu Heihui recalled, and at the same time glanced uncomfortably at the man standing with arms folded in the corner of the ward——Fu Heisher.

His position is very vague. Ten years ago, he and Gojo Satoru killed each other once, and now the relationship with this Six Eyes is also somewhat tit for tat.But since both of them are mature adults, the old orange in the magic world is an enemy that everyone hates, so no critical conflict broke out for a while.

When all the children were chattering and discussing about the same, Fuhesher finally spoke: "You go out first, I have something to ask him alone."

"What are you going to do?" Fu Heihui stood vigilantly beside Qi Gongcheng's bed without moving.

——In my childhood memory, there was basically no such father.Even if he is recognized by the other party now, Fu Heisher is not as high as his companion for a while.

Fu Heisher sneered at this, "Just asking a few questions, if you must stay here to listen, I don't mind, but I don't know if this kid would mind disclosing the spell?"

Everyone focused their attention on the young man sitting on the hospital bed.

Makoto Qigong, who had attracted everyone's attention, subconsciously tightened the quilt he was wearing.

……

So all the students left the ward, only Makoto Qigong crouching on the bed, Gin who was peeling apples with a knife, and Fuheshier standing against the wall.

"This one..." Fu Heisher thought for a while, as if he was thinking about how to call Gin Wine, "Come along, don't you need to avoid it?"

Qin Jiu subconsciously glanced at Qi Gongcheng, obviously following his advice.

This kind of beseeching look is not aggressive, so Qigong Makoto didn't feel the fear of refusing to communicate with the other party. He raised his hand and watched the other party pass the cut fruit to himself In his hand, he was still in a trance for a while.

The top killer of his own organization can be so decathlon now.Shirley's jaw would drop when she saw it.

The former player's mood was a little delicate for a while.

"Then I'll ask directly, what kind of spell did you put on me, or is it a supernatural power?" Fu Heisher stepped forward, his tall body felt extremely oppressive, and he wanted to get closer and carefully Observe Qi Gongcheng's expression.

However, when he was one meter away from the hospital bed, he was stopped by gin, and the silver-haired man was still holding a fruit knife that had not been retracted: "Just stand here and talk, I don't think there is any disease in your throat."

Qi Gongcheng glanced at the blade in the opponent's hand, always feeling that the next second he was going to throw the knife on Fu Heisher's face.

Fu Heisher really stopped, his face was not angry, and he was lazy.

"Hey, boy, don't you mind the barking dogs?"

This time, Qi Gongcheng finally dared to utter a complete sentence to refute the other party: "Since I have something to ask for, I think Mr. Fuhei needs to be cautious in his words and deeds."

"Okay." Fu Heisher didn't care about these details, and asked straight to the point, "So the technique you used to resurrect me...what's going on?"

Qi Gongcheng took the paper from the bedside table next to him, and directly copied the skill introduction of "Ghost Art Clay Man" and threw it to Fu Heisher.

His eyes skipped over the handwriting on the paper one by one, Fu Heisher opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Qi Gongcheng simply blocked him back: "Okay, this is all I know, the rest are confidential, you can out."

Fu Heisher: "..." The corner of his scarred mouth twitched, and finally he opened the door and left the room, closing the door with a "bang".

Qi Gongcheng breathed a sigh of relief.

If the man stayed in the ward, he doubted he could find an excuse to hide in the toilet.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief too early. Gojo Satoru, who hadn't been gone just now, turned the door open and poked his head out: "Have you guys finished talking?"

He said self-consciously: "I brought Nitrate here and asked her to check it for you. If there is no problem, we will go back to the college."

"Hmm... what do you think of this suggestion?" Gojo Satoru looked at the young man's silence and added a question asking for opinions.

Qi Gongcheng personally thinks it is not very good.

Probably because the rejection on his face was too obvious, even Gojo Satoru could understand his expression.

"Hey——" the 28-year-old silver-haired man dragged his voice, showing a pitiful expression with full hot eyes, "Cheng-chan doesn't want to go back and live with me? Have you forgotten our vows of eternal love in the prison gate? ?”

Jia Ruozi distanced himself from him expressionlessly, not wanting to admit that this was his colleague.

She finished the routine examination for the young man in a few minutes, and said: "There is basically no problem, and he can be discharged from the hospital at any time."

"Where do you want to go back?" Qin Jiu walked to Qi Gongcheng, bent down and asked, "The organization has prepared a residence, or is it somewhere else?"

Qi Gongcheng fell into thinking.

"Go home," he said finally.

"Won't Cheng-chan live in a high school?" Gojo Satoru asked with a little disappointment.

Qi Gongcheng's answer was to shake his head.

Nonsense, if he really went to the High School of Conjuration, then the last month would truly be forever.

They arrived downstairs smoothly, but a motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the hospital at high speed.

Looking at the man sitting on it, Qi Gongcheng asked hesitantly: "...Zhongye?"

"Cheng, so you're awake." Zhong Yuan Zhong also got out of the car, with a little anxious look on his face, "Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?"

"Yeah." Once worked with Zhongyuan Zhongye in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, Qi Gongcheng knew that the other party was quite reliable and responsible, so getting along with him was much more normal, and he did not feel uncontrollable nervousness in front of other people.

Hearing the other party's affirmative answer, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered the brim of his hat a little uncomfortably, "I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring a gift to celebrate your discharge from the hospital."

"That's not important." Hearing this, Qi Gongcheng relaxed his brows and eyes a little, showing a hint of a smile, which seemed to be his more wanton character when he was a player, "It's already very happy that Zhongye can come to pick me up and leave the hospital .”

"Where are you going, do you need me to take you?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

However, some people couldn't see the two of them talking and laughing like this.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward and hugged Qi Gongcheng's shoulder affectionately, "Of course I'm the one who sent Cheng-chan home. I heard that Port Afia has a lot of business recently, so it's better for Mr. Zhongyuan to go back and deal with official business, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also gave the man with short silver hair a powerful look. He straightened his cufflinks and said, "It's just enough time to send Cheng home. It's Mr. Wutiao, since you Now he's his lover, treat him well. I'll keep an eye on you, and it's best not to let me catch you."

"That's natural." Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips. From his point of view, the only flaw was probably that the young man whose shoulders he was pressing at this moment stiffened from his own touch.

But the future is long, and the other party will definitely accept himself slowly.

Gojo Satoru, super confident.

"Did you forget something?" Gin's voice sounded with ice slag, he stood directly behind Wujo Wu, raised his arm straight, and mercilessly pushed Wujo Wujo with the gun in his hand the back of his head, "Get your dirty hands off the leader."

Gojo Satoru, who was pointed at the vital point by the gun, was not panicked, and his face was relaxed, but he raised his hands cooperatively to show his innocence.

"Mr. Zhen, why are you so unfamiliar? After all, if I and Cheng-chan are really together in the future, you should also be regarded as our subordinate." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"Unless the leader admits it himself, before that, don't blame me for being rude." Qin Jiu also smiled murderously, and slowly put the gun away.Of course he knew that the gun would not be able to do anything against Gojo Satoru who possessed "no lower limit", but he took it out with a deterrent attitude.

There is only Makoto Qigong's painful mask caught between the big shots.

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night.

Qi Gongcheng lay on the bed in the bedroom exhaustedly hugging the pillow, and after Qin Jiu reported to him the affairs of the organization, he dismissed him from the house.Zhong Yuanzhong is also a gentle and polite busy man. He could see Qi Gongcheng's exhaustion, so he said goodbye early.

Only Gojo Satoru stayed in the next room without knowing the air at all.

If Makoto Qigong hadn't tried his best to stop him, the other party could have naturally entered the room and opened his bed to rest together in the name of "a lover in a relationship".

The organization's property has been gradually bleached, the former leader has been punished, and everything seems to be shifting in the right direction.

The phone rang at this moment, and Qi Gongcheng hurriedly turned it out of his pocket, and the name "Xia Youjie" was displayed on it.He picked up the phone, his heart pounding.

"Xiaocheng?" The other party's gentle voice came out of the receiver.

"Hmm." Qi Gongcheng responded.

"I heard that you were discharged from the hospital, are you still feeling unwell?" Xia Youjie asked.

"No," Qi Gongcheng gripped the phone tightly and shrank into the quilt, "There is nothing uncomfortable."

"That's good. I'm still on a business trip abroad, and I can probably arrive tomorrow. If you feel unwell, you can go to Wu or Nitro, and they will have a solution."

"Yeah, thank you." No matter what the other person said, Qi Gongcheng responded one by one.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Gongcheng stared at the phone in front of him with some confusion.Perhaps, he should tell Luanbu that he has woken up.

From the information brought by Gin, he concluded that the reason why he was in the high-end ward of that hospital was the result of the combined effect of various forces, including black organizations, conjurers, port mafia, and armed detective agencies .

The four parties formed some kind of delicate checks and balances in the dispute, and finally they all reluctantly agreed to put the person in this hospital and send people to take care of them all the time.

Makoto Qigong hesitated again and again, typing on the phone screen for a long time, deleting, deleting, modifying, and finally sending a message to Edogawa Ranpo to report his safety.

After finishing all this, Qigong lay down on the bed exhaustedly.

He shook his head, warning himself that he was no longer in the game, and he would go home in a month, so there was no need to worry about the affairs of this world.It is the right way to leave as soon as possible the world that makes him so fearful and avoidable.

but……

When it comes to the way to log out of the game, there is another way besides pressing "Exit Game" normally.

—that is gaover.If the game character goes offline, or loses its "survival time", it can naturally return to the original world.

However, after clearing the main mission of the game, Cheng Qigong has been rewarded with unlimited survival time, and there is only another way to "reset it to zero".

The bedroom door was suddenly opened, Gojo Satoru leaned against the door frame, "Cheng-chan, can I go in?"

Qi Gongcheng was taken aback, and made a pause gesture in a daze: "Wait, what do you want to do?"

"I went out to buy some dinner, let's eat together." Wujo Satoru said quite naturally, at the moment he was not wearing a blindfold, but a pair of small round black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Apparently he was very aware of his own advantages, he lowered his head slightly, revealing his blue eyes, and blinked cutely at Qi Gongcheng.

"Alright then." In the end, Qi Gongcheng was defeated.

What surprised him was that after dinner, Gojo Satoru, who theoretically was raised by the family since he was a child and who never touched the water with his ten fingers, volunteered to wash the dishes.

Qi Gongcheng followed up worriedly, only to see that the other party's movements didn't look unfamiliar at all.

He vaguely remembered that when he was studying in a high school, Zenyuan Maki once told himself that Gojo Satoru was a man who was perfect in everything except his personality.

——Quite an accurate judgment.

At three o'clock in the morning, when the night sky was still dark, a mysterious pattern appeared in the sky in Makoto Nanakiya's blue right eye.

The vision suddenly expanded, and in the next room, Gojo Satoru was lying on the bed, even when he was sleeping, he did not take off his black blindfold.

Qigong carefully used the only remaining prosthetic eye of God to erase his own existence from the vision of other creatures, especially Gojo Satoru.

He turned the window and left his house secretly.

There is a door that cannot go, maybe this is forced by life.

Nangong Makoto's destination is very simple, that is the tallest building nearby - Tokyo Tower.

In the early morning, the street lamps still cast a cool and thin light on the ground.In order to avoid attracting Gojo Satoru's attention, he didn't go to the garage, but walked a long way outside, until he exceeded the range where the Prosthetic Eye could "deceive" vision, and then took a taxi to reach his destination.

The air at night was still cold, and at this time, even in Tokyo Tower, there were hardly many people outside.

With the advantage of the prosthetic eye of God, Nangong Makoto hid himself in his figure and took the elevator to the top floor, the highest observatory.

And he didn't stop, but climbed up the narrower and more secret stairs, and with a few agile vertical jumps of his body, he stood firmly on the most cutting-edge iron frame like the most experienced parkour player superior.

The wind at the top was much stronger than that at the bottom, blowing Qi Gongcheng's hair into a mess, and the whole city was trampled under his feet.

If it was the past, Qi Gongcheng would probably lament that the game map is very delicate, but now, he just wants to scold the system for a huge pit.

The young man adjusted the angle slightly to prevent his hair from blocking his view.He was still wearing a home shirt, and he looked thin in this late autumn weather.The iron frame under his feet seemed to be trembling slightly due to the severe cold wind.

Thinking of the black history that he had educated Osamu Dazai because of this some time ago, Makoto Nanomiya covered half of his face in pain, thinking that he could even dig out the second Tokyo Tower.

People always recall their past social death moments in the dead of night, and replay them repeatedly in their minds, falling into the thinking that they just want to go back and rebuild.

"Be patient, the time of your life will pass soon." Ibuki Yuki once comforted Qigong Makoto in this way.

This sentence is very appropriate in this moment.

With the cold wind blowing on his face, Qi Gongcheng took a deep breath, squatted down slightly to gather strength, and then jumped up.

Hahaha he's coming home!

No one can stop him from going offline!

System, I didn't expect him to quit the game like this.

Even though the wind blowing on his face was like a knife cutting, Qi Gongcheng almost raised the corners of his mouth.

However, at this moment, an ominous shadow suddenly fell behind him, and there seemed to be a sigh in his ear.

The downward trend stopped at this moment, and the original wind was suddenly cut off.

"Do you hate this world so much?" Gojo Gojo hugged the young man from behind, and the two of them kept their heads down, and stopped in mid-air for a while.

Gojo Satoru returned the bodies of the two of them to normal, stagnated in mid-air, and stared at each other's beautiful faces that seemed not to be ordinary.

His own reflection appeared in the rare heterochromatic eyes.

In this way, they landed gently on the roof of a nearby building, looking at each other silently for a while.

As for Qi Gongcheng himself, after realizing that Wujo Satoru had ruined his plan, he had completely lost his ability to express himself.

Even if it is social terror, one will be angry if one is interrupted, influenced, and plans are destroyed one after another.

Especially at the moment when he thought he could leave here, but was brought back later, it was probably his current situation that he was on the verge of failure.

Reason has evaporated a little at this moment.

"I wanted to take it easy and ask who is the 'origin and creator' you mentioned in the prison gate." Gojo Satoru did not notice the flame ignited in Qi Gongcheng's heart, but clenched his hands tightly He touched the young man's wrist, and the eyes behind the blindfold also danced with some hidden and surging emotions, "He made you do these tasks, and now you are thrown away again, right?"

Once the game system was mentioned, Makoto Qigong's anger value rose to another level.

Why is he trapped in this game?They obviously wanted to avoid it seriously, but they were still interrupted by Gojo Satoru again and again.

"Even so, even if he uses you as a tool, are you going to return to your creator?" Gojo Satoru continued to add fuel to the fire, and judged from the youth's feedback which ones were correct guesses.

"You always wanted to follow me because we talked about dating in the prison gate?" Qi Gongcheng seemed to have suddenly shaken off the day's shrinkage, suddenly raised his head, and stared at the silver-haired man in front of him with high spirits .

Anger made his face even more dazzling and unreadable.

Qi Gongcheng approached Gojo Satoru, and pulled down the man's blindfold, revealing his pale blue pupils covered with white eyelashes.

At this moment, the only six eyes in the world are watching him.

"Or, you just like my face?" Qi Gongcheng lowered his voice, and at the same time pulled the other party's collar down forcefully, forcing Gojo Satoru to bend his back slightly.

At this angle, Qi Gongcheng raised his head regardless, and printed it directly.

"Well……"

In front of his eyes, the pair of blue eyes widened slightly in shock.

In the dark night sky, there are dots of snowflakes falling from the endless sky, the whole city is still in a deep sleep, and there is silence between the sky and the earth, as if only the two of them are left.