Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

One day ago, the Wujo family owned the main house.

The tick-tock rain fell quietly as the night grew thicker, making ripples circle after circle on the clear pond in the courtyard.

In the study room on the side, the warm yellow candlelight flickered gently, and one person sat alone in front of the desk and fiddled with the chessboard.

"Knock Knock-"

The door rang, and the butler's voice came from outside the house: "My lord, Master Cang is here."

Patriarch Wutiao's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly when he dropped the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard.

"Let him in."

"Yes!"

The housekeeper should be respectful, the door was gently opened, Wu Tiao Cang who was waiting at the side nodded to the housekeeper, straightened his clothes before walking in.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, passing through the screen and curtains is the inside of the study room, and there are some ancient scrolls piled up on the huge bookshelf beside the wall, which are the materials and information handed down by the Wutiao clan since ancient times, but they are only backups. The real ancient books are carefully stored in unknown places.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Patriarch Wutiao raised his head from the chessboard, looked at the young man standing by the screen, nodded slightly, and asked, "What's going on?"

"Yes." Wujo Cang first bowed to the other party, stood up straight, and then replied with a serious face: "Rep. Naotsuka has already agreed that he will turn a blind eye to matters at the banquet." Right now, people have already been arranged to go in, besides the security team, a few conjurers were also asked to pretend to be guests to keep an eye on the movements of the two of them."

"Yeah." Patriarch Wutiao nodded, then looked down at the chessboard in front of him, thinking about the next move, and asked casually, "What's going on Wutiao?"

"The intelligence officer he was looking for has already communicated, and the things will be handed over to him before the banquet tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Patriarch Wutiao pondered for a while, but didn't speak. Wutiao Cang felt a little more puzzled. Seeing the other party's expression, his expression suddenly became tense: "Father, is there something that hasn't been properly arranged?"

"No, you did well." Patriarch Wutiao shook his head, and the white chess pieces were tapped lightly on the table with a slow rhythm, but the listeners felt a little depressed for no reason.

"I'm just a little contradictory." He whispered, raised his eyes, and looked sideways at the light rain outside the window. The rain hit the willow branches outside the house, causing the verdant green branches and leaves to sway in the rain, with a few The miserable appearance after being destroyed.

"..."

Wu Tiao Cang, who didn't hear the other party's continuation after waiting for a while, said hesitantly: "Father?"

Patriarch Wutiao seemed to be awakened from his thoughts by his voice, his eyelids trembled, he turned his gaze away from the window, and turned to look at the young man not far away.

"It's nothing." He shook his head, and said with a bit of a sigh: "Perhaps this is the training that must be experienced on the road of growth."

"Enlightenment's temperament is too detached. Only by letting him experience unforgettable setbacks can he truly grow up."

"Think calmly, analyze rationally, and don't be influenced by anyone." The white piece that was twisted on the fingertips twirled a few times, and then placed on the chessboard by the Patriarch Wutiao in a place that seemed to be completely out of touch with the chess game.

The deep voice sounded with the crisp sound of falling.

"The more difficult the road of growth is, the more indestructible the person who undergoes transformation will be."

"He will be the most perfect heir of the Wutiao clan."

Wu Tiao Cang lowered his eyes slowly.

So, some sacrifices are necessary.

He looked at the shadow reflected by the candlestick on the ground, and the figure of the man sitting in front of the desk was like a majestic mountain, an indestructible and unattainable mountain.

As expected of him and Wu's father.

As expected of... the Patriarch of the Wutiao Clan...

He sighed slowly from the bottom of his heart, and there was a little unwillingness in his lowered eyelids.

From the very beginning, my father had no intention of letting that man live.

When did the plan start?He thought quickly in his mind, not letting go of a trace.

The seeds of doubt should have been planted before that, before he obeyed the order to call the man back to cause a misunderstanding between the two of them.

He originally thought that what his father wanted to do was to drive a wedge between the two of them and break the bond between them, but he didn't expect that what was actually laid was a net that made the boy have nowhere to escape.

Fortunately, he also felt that he could quietly pick up the abandoned puppy and raise it again when Satoru was completely disgusted with it.

Should have thought of it sooner.

How could my father let go of such a useful whetstone.

It's just... a guard who is not worth mentioning.

……

The next day, at twelve o'clock in the morning.

The banquet set up by Mr. Naotsuka himself has ended, and the participants of the venue have already left under the escort of the security staff. The closed banquet hall and the auction that makes people completely unaware of what happened outside the venue What's the matter, from the appearance, this is just an ordinary exchange party, many people find their future cooperation partners and favorite auction items in the banquet.

The banquet ended with laughter, and when the crowd dispersed, the security personnel also evacuated in an orderly manner, and the building became quiet.

In the third-floor meeting place, which was banned from entering by a warning sign, a huge pothole appeared in the flat open space of the main meeting place, and the surrounding stone bricks faintly showed signs of falling down.

Where the floor was broken, a stone could not bear the pressure and went down the hole, passing through the ceiling of the second floor, and then to the ground of the first floor, and finally hit the ruins piled up by the broken boulders, sending out drops of water. The ticking sound.

It is very obvious in the silence atmosphere.

There seemed to be a person under the piled gravel.

The black trousers have long been stained with dust and become messy, and fine wounds can still be seen vaguely at the broken parts of the trousers, as if someone pressed on a sharp gravel and was pierced into the flesh by a stone. A hand with well-defined joints but seemingly full of blood stains and wounds was covered with mud and dust. The blood on it had long ago coagulated with those messy things and stuck to the texture, looking very embarrassed.

The people buried in the pile of stones remained motionless, as if they had lost their will, buried under the heavy boulders and dust.

……

"I am back."

A familiar voice came in from the entrance, and the boy on the sofa in the living room suddenly opened his eyes and stood up straight from the sofa.

"... Ah Yue...?" A young man with black hair and golden eyes slowly appeared in his field of vision. While taking off the mask on his face and putting it in his pocket, he was still carrying a few plastic bags containing ingredients in his hand.

"Huh? You came back so early today?" Hearing his voice, the young man asked with some doubts. His bright golden eyes seemed to have a faint stream of light when they turned. He saw the young man's eyes fall. It was on me, as if I felt helpless because of the way I was sitting on the sofa, I shook my head, and asked in a flat tone as I walked to the kitchen: "What do you want to eat tonight? I bought a lot today, and I can order."

"How about the cream stew? The barbecue seems to be good too. Didn't you want to eat tofu soup before? Today I..."

The boy's voice was interrupted by an arm suddenly stretched out behind him. The person who was sitting on the sofa folded his arms behind him and hugged him tightly, his body was even trembling slightly.

His face was a little more surprised by the sudden movement of the other party, and his eyelashes trembled when he felt the trembling. He raised his hand and pressed the arm around his chest, rubbed his head on his face, and asked: " What's wrong?"

"Ayue...Ayue..." The people behind him just kept calling his name over and over again, their voices gradually becoming hoarse and choked.

Yayoi Kojiro raised her hand, and as usual, rubbed the soft white hair on the boy's head to comfort him gently.

"I'm here..." He softly responded to the call from the boy's mouth, letting the other's folded arms hold him tightly in his arms, even if his shoulders felt pain, he just patted the other's head, responding and comforting him over and over again .

The weather outside the window was just right, the sunset filled the sky with orange red, and the warm colors made people feel refreshed and happy. The clouds painted with blush were colored like the favorite cotton candy when they were young.

……

"...I'm sorry..." I don't know how long it took, the young man's hoarse and depressed voice slowly sounded in the living room. He lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong, and tightly held the finger on the other party's lap, He neither dared to look at him nor let him go.

"Why are you angry?" Gojo Satoru heard the other party ask softly, the tone was the same as when he asked him what he wanted to eat just now, flat and indifferent, without any emotion.

The grievance in his heart exploded in his heart like a balloon that was punctured by someone.

"I'm so jealous..." He squeezed the other party's fingers, slowly raised his head, trying to control his emotions to make himself laugh, but the facial features on his face seemed to be suddenly uncontrollable, showing a smile in front of the boy. A smile uglier than crying.

"I'm really jealous... Ah Yue..." Although the seeds of doubt germinated, what really made him lose his mind was the blazing fire of jealousy in his heart.

"Such a little Ah Yue, the Ah Yue I have never seen, the Ah Yue I don't know...why can't we know each other earlier, I also want to watch Ah Yue grow up, and I also want to protect you ah……"

He looked at the young man who had been calm and self-sufficient from the beginning to the end, took a breath, and gently stroked the other's soft cheek with trembling fingers. Engrave it firmly in your mind.

"Ah Yue is always so calm in front of me." He forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, but said with a bit of unwillingness in his mouth: "I like you so much obviously."

"Sometimes I even wonder if Ah Yue doesn't like me, that's why she's so calm in front of me."

The young man rubbed his fingers lightly, like a small animal's dependent and intimate behavior choking Gojo Satoru, and blinked hard to suppress the sour tears in his eyes.

"I just... want you to pay more attention to me..." Like a child who is eager to get the attention of his parents, he recklessly makes noises to attract the attention of the other party, until he is the only one left in the eyes of the person he cares about people.

Childish.

"I really... like Ah Yue..."

He watched the young man holding his hand, slowly approaching him, and pressing his forehead against him, the bright golden eyes under the slightly drooping eyelashes had a soft and warm light, and his reflection was all inside.

"I like you too."

"...Liar..." He murmured complainingly, staring at the other person's eyes without blinking, his face felt a little softer, the young man gently held his cheek, stepped back a little, With a solemn tone, he said word by word: "I like it very much."

...Ah...if it wasn't a dream...

They are happy with each other, and they will be together for a long, long time in the future, and those missed times will be filled little by little with future memories.

His young man stood behind him as always, watching him quietly, as long as he turned his head, he could see it, and as long as he stretched out his hand, there would be a response.

If it wasn't a dream, it would be great...

"Why are you crying?" He heard the boy's flustered voice, and his fingers moved helplessly on his face. His calm golden eyes rippled a little, like a lake blown by a breeze. Again and again, leaving indelible marks in his heart.

He really likes this guy...

He raised his trembling hands and hugged the rarely flustered boy in his arms, completely unable to suppress his emotions.

"I'm sorry... Ah Yue... I'm sorry..."

He lost his favorite person...

Never to be found again.

With warm water droplets penetrating through the thin clothes and falling on the shoulders, the eyes of the black-haired boy gradually softened. He raised his hand and gently patted the opponent's back, closing his eyes in the opponent's arms, calmly His tone became soft like spring water, and he said, "It's okay."

"I accidentally lost it myself."

He stood up slowly supporting the young man's chest, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears constantly overflowing from the corners of the young man's eyes. Under the young man's gaze, the corners of his mouth slowly curved slightly.

"Didn't we make an appointment, you will become the strongest Patriarch, and I will always be by your side, so it doesn't matter."

"Satoru will find me, right?"

"...Well." The blue eyes washed by the water were extremely clear, and the glaze-like halo swayed in the eyes. As if he was infected, he stared at the other person's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, "I will find you!" of."

His Ah Yue will always be by his side, but he can't see it temporarily.

It's just...it can't be seen.

The horizon of the sky slowly lit up with bright light, breaking up the silence and darkness in the city. The light fell through the broken glass windows on the empty ruins, and the fingers buried under the stone seemed to twitch a few times.

……

[Character favorability is [-]%, mission completed]

【Archive Collection】

【Character Collection】

[All sub-quests are [-]% progress, congratulations to the player, the game is cleared. 】

……

The heavy curtains block the harsh sunlight outside the house, and carefully poke into the house through the gaps, bringing a ray of bright light to the dark room.

The boy curled up on the chair seemed to be disturbed by the light, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly like a butterfly spreading its wings, and slowly opened.

The bright golden color seems to be flowing with dazzling streamers, like stars quietly rising in the dark night, it is particularly eye-catching in a dim room.

The computer on the desktop was dimly lit, and the time on the alarm clock beside it was ticking, and the number jumped backward one place, and it was fixed at the number 57:[-] in the afternoon.

The shrinking stopwatch was still ticking, and the bewilderment in the boy's eyes slowly dissipated. With a calm and flat light, he glanced at the familiar desktop and surroundings, and slowly raised his hand and yawned.

【Clang!Congratulations to the hosts for clearing all the levels, although they almost went back to the file and started all over again, ah!I'm so worried!If I do it again, I don’t even know what I’m going to do, I’ve finished reading all the comics, and I’m tired of playing games, it’s okay~]

The electronic sound that suddenly sounded in his head made the boy stretching his limbs on the chair frowned indiscernibly, and said in a cold tone in his head: 【Shut up, it's so noisy. 】

[Ga——]

030's excited voice was suddenly stopped. After detecting the teenager's unhappy mood after clearing the level, he suddenly felt depressed and asked in a low voice; [Host, the game has been cleared, why do you look unhappy at all? 】

happy? ?

Kojiroya moved his lips vividly, wanted to curse but couldn't find the right words, he pursed his lips, his face became colder, and he sneered in his heart.

It's not clear why a fool is happy after being plotted and finally died, right? !

He glanced at the system panel that was lit up by himself, and leaned back in his chair sleepily, staring at the ceiling in a daze, still thinking about the last branch line in his mind.

Should it be said that it really deserves to be a big family? It's calculated to death.

That Wutiao Patriarch... Tsk.

old stuff.

He recalled the details of the game, thinking about when he had been caught by the other party.

When was called back by Gotiao Cang?No, it should be earlier.

He raised his hand and looked at his wrist, which had left nothing behind. There were traces left there because of the bondage relationship with the five Patriarchs, and the magic reaction engraved in the blood.

The time you came back from the island?

Wutiaowu was called back to the clan by the great elder, and he met the Wutiao patriarch who had been specially recruited.

Not right... Maybe earlier, when they moved out of Wujo's house... the steward who helped arrange...?

Yayoi Kojiro lowered her hands and stared numbly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Big family, it's scary...

First, he provoked the young master's emotions when he was not paying attention, creating an unknown gap between them, and finally a quarrel, which made him lose his composure because of the other party's reaction, and act like blocking a bullet without even thinking about it in the chaos. Stupid thing.

Who would have thought that all this trouble was spent just to get rid of him.

It is also true that the young master is such a precious heir, no one in the entire Wutiao family would dare to fight with him, not even Wutiao Cang, let alone the people sent by him.

The final result can not only get rid of the hidden dangers around him as the heir, but also teach the young master enough lessons. In the future, no matter what happens, he will be able to deal with it calmly, and will not be controlled by emotions and lose his calm like this time.

If it wasn't for the system's help to maximize the final favorability in the end, he might really have to make a comeback this time.

Such things as big families... are really scary...

Yayoi Kojiro shook her neck, sat up from the chair, glanced at the joyfully bouncing ball on the transparent panel, and narrowed her eyes for a moment.

But... now the matter is over, and he has also come out of the game, and now he can settle the score.

【030.】

[In Da~] 030, who didn't know that the trouble was coming, was immersed in the joy of clearing the game. He replied joyfully, and then said: [All branch lines have been cleared. The contract signed between the system and the host has been completed. The system In the process of unbinding, the task reward is being settled, host, please wait a moment~]

[In view of the excellent performance of the host in the game, in addition to the [-] million yen customs clearance reward agreed at the beginning, an additional [-] million yen will be distributed as task rewards for Branch Line [-] and Branch Line [-], and...]

Yayoi Kodai did not listen to what 030 said, he operated the transparent panel, sent the files used to store the pictures to his computer, then returned to the initial page, found the mainboard of the system, opened it with squinting eyes to the option, and then tap Open.

[Also, there’s a little Easter egg at the end~ Originally, the factory didn’t allow us to reveal it to the players, but our relationship is already hot——well, I’ll tell the host quietly~]

030 giggled, lowering the volume of the electronic sound as if sharing a little secret.

"Om—" The one on the table suddenly trembled a few times. Yayoi Kodai took it over and looked at it. It was a transfer message from the bank. The series of zeros did not change his expression. He just confirmed that he had received the reward. Raising his eyebrows, he glanced at the system next to him that had already been unbound and began to emit sound on the screen. He put down the phone, and pressed the complaint and report button below without hesitation with his fingers hanging on the transparent panel.

【After the game is completed, it will be with this world...】

030's voice stopped abruptly, and the transparent panel that defied gravity and floated in front of Yayoi Kamidai disappeared together with the voice.

After a while, he suddenly received an email on his computer. Yayoi Kodai raised his eyebrows, manipulated the chair with rollers under him and slid over, clicked on it with the mouse, and it read: Your complaint is officially accepted, The factory will fully detect violations in the game. If it is true, the game will be completely remade. I am very sorry for the inconvenience caused to you...

Yayoi Komdai, who read in too official language, felt speechless, pressed the fork without much interest, turned off the mailbox, turned the chair and looked at the strange but familiar room, the huge bookcase next to the wall was full of game cassettes And the video, he looked at the strategy game that accounted for almost 70.00% of it, thought for a while, got up from the chair, walked out of the room, and went to the next room used as a warehouse to find a few empty cardboard boxes.

It feels like...he doesn't want to touch any strategy games again in his life.

Looking at the cassettes that he bought with a lot of money and spent several nights to clear the customs, Yayoi Komyo sighed faintly.

Garbage game, harmful to people.

He discussed in his heart for a while, and suddenly there was a beeping sound from the computer on the desktop.

Yayoi Kojiro put down the things in her hand, got up from the ground and walked over, supported the desktop and clicked on the flashing chat avatar in the lower right corner.

[The world's number one detective: March, March, come out! 】

[The world's largest detective: I just heard that we will hold a shooting competition here, do you want to come!It's the newly released Battlefield game! 】

[The world's number one detective: I heard that the reward for No.1 is super good, do you want to go with me! 】

The familiar name on the screen and the familiar exclamation point between the sentences made Yayoi Komise feel as if he was separated from another world. He stared at the message sent by the other party for a few moments, then turned his head to look at the room next to him that had been tidied up and became more and more messy. After thinking about it, he took the keyboard and typed a few words back.

[March: Good. 】

The author has something to say:

(hesitating to speak) Originally, today, only one chapter was written, but it turned out to be two in one

Shouldn't my Jiageng be paid off? Why am I still paying off the debt? Why! !

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In other words, Sanyue didn't die because of Wu Wuzi. To be precise, he died under the calculation of Patriarch Wutiao. Probably, that's how it is... (Silence) I'm sorry I'm stupid, I couldn't show the majesty of Patriarch Come out, I will reflect (group into group, autistic.jpg)

It’s for growth~ Wu Wuzi is too egotistical and detached now, and it’s easy to ignore the things around him. For the Gojo patriarch, such an heir is not qualified, and he needs a whetstone that can make the heir stable and calm , let him relax his eyes, and observe the surroundings with a grasp of the overall situation. What Sanyue took was a dead card. It's about how close and how tacit understanding is between Brother Yusheng and Shier.

When Wu Wuzi broke out, the people who had been arranged earlier came out to mess up the scene, making the always calm little guard lose his composure because of the master's emotional changes, guaranteed to be killed by one blow, and the hot guy who couldn't even say a few last words !

Probably, that's it (Watch the sky)

I... I will try to write more awesome next time!Let everyone feel it! (group into group x2)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Gong Gao and Luo Guilan;