Find a way to own the 5t5

February X, 2007——

crunch--

The oil-deficient metal mailbox made an unpleasant sound as it was opened, and the street lantern standing beside it had a light yellow halo, and the projected light circle just covered the open space in front of the gate.

A golden shard was lying in the middle of the mailbox.

……

……

Strange, who sent it?

I picked up the fragment and looked at it for a long time, and found that there was still a faint light around it, indicating that it was genuine.

Even stranger.

buzzing.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and I checked it, and it was Wutiao Wu's message.

Childish ghost: [The scenery here is super beautiful, don’t you want to come and see it]

Then attached a picture of it being pitch black and nothing can be seen.

Me: [Can't see anything.I saw the pieces in the mailbox, did you put them]

After holding the phone for more than ten seconds, he called directly: "No, who else knows this?"

I closed the mailbox and said, "Didn't I say I scared a window away before? He saw it, so the people above you should know?"

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, then thoughtfully said: "I remember. Do you still remember the appearance of that window?"

"Let's see...the hair is tied up in a long ponytail, the face is square, the nose is a bit sunken, the eyes are large but well spaced."

"Well, that's right, he's dead."

Me: "Huh? Dead?"

There were several explosions from Gojo Satoru's side, and the voice mixed in the gunpowder smoke was distorted: "That's right, you died within a few days after observing it, and those old bastards were still trying to pin the crime on you."

"It's not me, if I do it, it won't be just one dead."

"Hahahaha, that's what I told those people too." Gojo Satoru laughed exaggeratedly on the phone, "Their faces are all blue with anger, it's so funny."

"The old guys didn't give up and wanted to frame them. I directly said that there was a bondage between us. Later, you rushed into the school to attack me and confirmed this, so there is no follow-up."

Rubbing the fragments with my fingertips, I said, "Who is the immediate superior of that window?"

Gojo Satoru: "I'll check it out, do you have any ideas?"

"He must first explain my situation to his immediate superior. If his superior reported the truth, then nothing should happen—but he died."

"His immediate superior probably has problems."

The most important thing is that I received the fragments. This is the first time someone has sent me fragments.

What exactly does that guy mean? Did he research it and find nothing, but why did he show his favor to me?

The thinking process was only two seconds, and Gojo Satoru agreed without thinking: "Okay, I will check."

"I will send the fragments here specially, maybe I want to..."

bang.

A violent explosion on the other end of the phone interrupted my words, and Gojo Satoru yelled dissatisfiedly: "Don't pick someone to sneak up on when they're on the phone, I can't hear you clearly..."

The noisy voices around suddenly disappeared, as if calling from another place: "Okay, I can hear you clearly now, what did you just say?"

"let me see……"

The flash of light in his mind was interrupted by the explosion.I suddenly forgot what I wanted to say before, and I still couldn't remember it after trying hard for a while, so I had to be honest: "I forgot after I was interrupted by the explosion."

"No way, are you a seven or eighty-year-old grandma with such a bad memory?"

"If I am, then you have quite a strong taste."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to expect that I could refute, so he choked for a moment, and said with a groan, "I'm going to be busy, hang up."

Before I could speak, he directly pressed the hang up button, and the screen of the phone changed from being in a call to a standby screen.

The person in the standby screen puts his face very close, the sunglasses that should have been on the bridge of the nose slipped to the tip of the nose, and the ice blue eyes that hide several galaxies look at the camera with a smile.

Gojo Satoru changed it himself, and after he changed it, he showed it to me, asking me to praise him honestly, and stepped on the screen saver picture I used to use.

Your original one is too ugly, don't use it anymore.He talked to himself with great interest, and then changed my picture.

childish.

Putting the phone back into the shopping bag and reaching for the keys in the pocket, out of the corner of my eye I saw a person coming out of an alley crossroad not far away, and looked over casually.

……

"Xia Youjie?"

How could he be here?

Looking for me?impossible.We basically didn't speak a few words, and when I went to find Gojo Satoru, I just greeted him briefly.

Looking for Gojo Satoru?It's impossible, he's on a mission and he's not here at all, Xia Youjie must know.

I didn't know what he wanted to do, so I waited for him to approach, and then he stopped about three meters away from me.

Xia Youjie stood between the circles of light projected by two street lamps, in a rather dim place, his whole body seemed to be covered with an invisible mist.

Especially the upper half of his face, completely hidden in the dark shadows.

After standing still, he said, "I don't quite understand something, so I want to ask you, can I?"

The deep voice was strangely hoarse in the night wind.

Want to ask me?

Some curiously said: "Yes, what's the matter?"

He smiled softly, and the gentle boyish voice was carried into my ears by the wind: "When you killed those 34 people, what were you thinking in your heart? Did you feel happy?"

I didn't understand why he suddenly brought up the incident a year ago, so I asked back, "The Director of Conjuration didn't want me, why did you say I killed it?"

"Although there is no explicit indication, you are also classified as a high-risk level."

He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows slightly, expressing his disbelief in his words: "Isn't that what makes you so sure? After all, normally, you would have been sentenced to death for doing such a thing."

Xia Youjie sighed distressedly, and said helplessly, "Okay...it's because Wu was too obvious. Every time he mentioned this, he would change the subject, or just deny it, even if he didn't guess it."

It turned out to be like this, Wujo Satoru didn't have much heart in front of his friends.

But I'm actually not worried about being known about it, and it won't have any impact on me. Don't even those old people who are afraid of death pretend to be confused?

I made an OK gesture: "Okay, let's pass."

Xia Youjie frowned, smiled and said, "Is it because of being together... The tone of your words is similar to that of Wu."

"……Really?"

"real."

Imagine talking to Gojo Satoru in Gojo Satoru's tone...

Oops, seems to feel a little refreshed?

I silently rubbed my face, and shook off those strange thoughts in my mind. When I put down my hands, Xia Youjie was still standing quietly waiting for my answer.

"What's on my mind... I probably don't think about anything."

Xia Youjie was slightly taken aback: "Huh?" It seemed that he didn't expect that I would be the answer.

I'm not lying, I really didn't think about anything at the time.

"Maybe there was trouble or something? Although that place is quite easy to sneak in... They wanted to kill me, I just did the same thing, why should I have any thoughts?" I threw the question back at him.

"..."

"As for whether I feel happy after revenge... I don't remember. Because it's not an important thing."

I pointed to my clothes and said, "But at that time, blood splashed on the clothes and made them dirty. It was quite annoying. You should bring an umbrella."

Xia Youjie was shocked by this notion of not taking human life seriously at all.

"But those windows are ordinary people..." He lowered his head, his voice was extremely low, almost muttering to himself.

Ordinary people.

Ordinary people Ordinary people Ordinary people Ordinary people.

Ordinary people who need to be protected by conjurers.

……

A bunch of sanctimonious trash...

It's as disgusting as the smell of a curse spirit.

want to vomit.

Tilting my head, I wrote lightly: "That's their fault, who made them not strong enough to kill me. Since you dare to attack me as an ordinary person, you must have the consciousness of death."

"..."

Xia Youjie didn't speak for a long time, and I suddenly remembered that Gojo Satoru said that his friend Jie is a person with a very strong sense of morality, and he might be angry because of my ideas.

Ah, so quiet now, maybe you are angry in your heart?

Shrugging his shoulders, when he turned sideways to open the door and enter the room, Xia Youjie said, "Isn't it the responsibility of the strong to protect the weak?"

It looks like it's asking me, but contradictoryly uses a statement tone.

"Why, do your laws still have such outrageous rules?" I turned to look at him in surprise, "It's so funny, whoever is weak is justified?"

"...this is the existing social formation."

"Why do you want to keep this kind of society? Just destroy it. Let the strong who are hovering on the line of life and death contribute to the weak. What do you think?"

I couldn't help it, and laughed while leaning on the iron gate: "If you put this kind of concept in my hometown, you will die miserably. The weak will rush up and swallow you to nothing."

Xia Youjie took a step back and happened to step into the light of the street lamp behind him.But the street lamp suddenly flickered out of contact, and even his face flickered on and off.

"The strong control the right to speak, and the weak beg for mercy and survive. This is the social form I agree with."

Snapped.

The streetlight above his head suddenly returned to normal, and Xia Youjie's expression was completely revealed.

It was the shock left after being shocked by something beyond imagination, mixed with a strange expression of shaking.

The moment he met my gaze, he lowered his head abruptly.

……

When I looked up again, I had recovered my calm demeanor, and even waved to me with a smile: "Thank you, I have finished asking."

Then turned around and left step by step.

...?

People with a strong sense of morality are not angry when they hear my ideas?

After hesitating for a moment, I took out my cell phone and called Gojo Satoru.

"Wu, your friend Xia Youjie asked me what it was like to kill people. I told the truth and satirized his notion that 'the strong should protect the weak'."

"Hahahaha really has you, is he angry?"

"It's strange that he's not angry. And he seems to agree with me a little bit."

Gojo Satoru stepped on the curse spirit, and replied casually: "Impossible, Jieta is a person who completely obeys the 'right theory', maybe he is just too lazy to get angry. After all, you are not familiar with it."

"Is that right?"

Although I feel that I trust too much, since Gojo Satoru regards Xia Youjie as a close friend, he should know him very well.

"Of course, I can't be mistaken. ——It's so annoying, there are so many curses here, I probably won't be able to come back today."

"Well, it's okay."

"Is this the way you talk to your boyfriend? No, say it again."

"..."

"Hurry up and say it again."

"You are so long-winded, I am going to hang up."

"Hey you……"

……

……

Xia Youjie set foot on the road back to the college alone, thinking about his inner thoughts with downcast eyes.He didn't forget the shock just now, but...

look again...

He wants to look again.

The author has something to say:

There will be no brains! !

I personally admire Jie Ge's idea of ​​dedicating himself, but he puts himself too high, and puts his expectations on human nature with a very low limit. The two ends are not equal, and it is easy to collapse.

The concept of the heroine stems from the fact that she grew up on Meteor Street, and she would mock Brother Jie because of this, it’s not that I look down on Brother Jie!

I really like him! !