Find a way to own the 5t5

February X, 2007——

This summer, the temperature has risen sharply. It is only June and the air is already scorching hot, and there is a burning feeling when I breathe.

I was observing the wreckage in the rest room of the different space. I have made great progress recently, and the base has been put together.

The pillar connecting the base and the upper part is also put together. The uppermost part looks like a container for liquid, and it is only one third of the way.

The whole is a cup-shaped utensil, like a wine glass, but more delicate than a wine glass.

The mobile phone that was placed aside suddenly vibrated, and I pressed the answer button.

"Found it. That window's immediate superior also died. Just a week after the window's death, he slipped into the sea and drowned after drinking."

"What about the next level?"

"They are a new department. They have not been promoted to a higher level. They are temporarily under the management of the director department. After their death, this department was banned."

"Do the people up there know that I need fragments?"

"Tested, old things don't know."

"There are other people playing tricks behind the scenes, Wu. Recently, the address in the mailbox has been changed. After killing the curse spirit on the address, you will get the fragments."

"Tsk, it should be done by ordinary people, and the filth left behind is too small to be traced."

"There is a high probability that it is done by enslaving or controlling ordinary people. Not only will they pick me when I leave, but if I stay in the house for a week, TA will not show up for a week in a row."

"Rats that don't see the light are really annoying."

"It's okay, TA can't give me benefits for no reason, and he will show up sooner or later."

"Wow, you understand very well."

"Ah."

"..."

I didn't pay much attention to what Gojo Satoru said, and gently stroked the cold cup-shaped wreckage, with a faint smile on his face.

Soon, it will be completely finished soon...

……

……

August 2007, 8—

"Come on! Show you something good!"

Early in the morning, Gojo Satoru called me up on the phone, yelling at me to find him at the practice field of the high school.

Since half a year ago, the high school found out that the barrier set up was useless to me, and removed the protective measures against me. After knowing that there was a bondage between me and Gojo Satoru, the attitude of the school staff towards me gradually changed from avoidance to ignore.

Especially Wujo Wu's teacher, Mr. Ye Mo, was very shocked when he first saw me, and he slipped Wujo Wuti aside to question him, and now he can even nod his head when he sees me.

Human beings are indeed very adaptable, and when they find that they cannot change, they can try to accept it.

But the school next door in Kyoto is always wary of me, so why not go in and scare them?

Today's sunshine is particularly vicious. The ground of the training ground is scorching hot. The outdoor environment is like a steamer that is about to be opened. Countless waves of heat surround people, and they will be sweating profusely in a short while.

"Ready to start!"

I sat on a big tree not far away and hid in the shade to watch Xia Youjie and Nitro test the latest effect of Wujo Enlightenment.

The two threw the pen and eraser at the same time, the pen automatically stopped in mid-air, and the eraser went through the spell and hit Gojo Satoru on the head.

"...you can identify the degree of danger of an object... Now you can release spells with no lower limit with almost no gap..."

"Without a break?...It burns out your brain."

"........."

From an active skill to a passive skill, isn't that stronger?

I leaned my head against the tree trunk and looked up slightly at the light projected from the gaps in the leaves, fragments squeezed into the shadows to form mottled spots of light.

……

It's so hot.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie were standing together discussing something, while Nitzi walked alone to the big tree where I was, and sat on the ground leaning against the trunk.

I was hesitating whether to say hello to her, but Nitro took the initiative to look up at me: "Are you waiting for Wutiao?"

"...Mmm." I backhanded and jumped down to her side, the fallen leaves on the ground were shaken by my movement.

Jia Ruozi crossed his legs and looked at me with his elbows on his knees: "Weren't you very lively when we first met, why are you so silent now?"

"I also exchanged contact information with me, but I never said anything."

I also sat on the ground, curled up my legs, put my chin on my knees, and said: "Wu You said that you left the hotel directly after hearing the news from the Director of Curse Department and went back to the high school. Accept it."

"So it's real?"

"it is true."

Nitrate narrowed his eyes slightly under the shattered sunlight, "Can I ask why?"

"They wanted me to die and I just returned it."

Each of the three of them asked me about part of the matter individually, so it seems that they have a tacit understanding.

"Are there more than thirty people?"

"They're all from the same faction. It seems to be the...conservative? Later, I asked a sister I knew who just changed careers, and checked her contacts. They are not good things."

"Being able to say such a thing is already very clear."

Nitro subconsciously fumbled into her trouser pocket, and she moved the cigarette pack out, then remembered that it was at school, and put the cigarette pack back in again.

"Want to smoke?" I noticed her movement, "What does it feel like to smoke? Is it fun?"

"..." Nitzi pushed back the broken hair that blocked his view, and looked at me with strange eyes, "At this time, I'm as innocent as a child again."

I refuted her: "It's not pure, it's just that I haven't tried it, so I don't understand this feeling."

"Really? Let's treat it like this." Wujo Wu had finished talking with Xia Youjie, and walked towards this side, Jiarui Nizi stood up and patted the dust and weeds on his buttocks, "The next time we meet, it will be my turn." You took the initiative to say hello."

After speaking, he waved his back to me and left the training ground.

I didn't understand the inner meaning of her words. I was still thinking when Gojo Satoru slapped me on the shoulder. I casually told him the conversation that happened just now and asked him what he thought.

"Ah, Nitto is not a person with strong moral values." After all, he has been classmates for more than two years, Gojo Satoru more or less knows some of Nitto's thoughts.

"As for saying hello... I just think it's her initiative this time, and it's your turn next time, so there's no other meaning."

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he was quite puzzled, and he put his fingers on his chin and said, "It's strange, she still likes you?"

I took out my mobile phone and sent Nitro the first text message, "Okay [Love]", and replied Gojo Satoru: "I see, thank you."

This dual-purpose attitude obviously made him feel uncomfortable, and when he was about to open his mouth to complain, he received a call from Teacher Noctua.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

"Ah—? At a time like this? It's so hot."

"...I know, I know, it will pass soon, it's so long-winded, is it because of my age?"

Gojo Satoru, who was reprimanded "no big or small", shrugged, helplessly brushed a handful of his hair, and looked at me: "Well, I have something to go to the office, would you like to come with me?"

I shook my head: "I'm a little thirsty, I'll wait for you at the vending machine."

"Okay, I'll go find you later."

"What do you want to drink?"

"I'll buy it after I pass by... Do you know what I like to drink?"

"..." Not to be outdone, "Then do you know what I like to drink?"

"I know, carbonated drinks of various flavors."

Actually know?I was at a loss for words, and after a moment of silence, I asked, "...a refreshing iced drink?"

"Tsk." Gojo Wu put his tongue against his teeth, snorted lightly, put on his sunglasses, "Let's go."

……

Inexplicably feeling a lot of pressure.

The vending machine is located next to the school road. It is a Japanese-style wooden house with air-conditioning and seats for people to rest.

When I passed by, I saw Hui Yuan, a first-year student, coming out of the wooden house with a can of drink, closed the door politely, picked up the drink, kissed it hard, and ran away bouncing and bouncing.

...Are you so excited to buy a drink?

Walking over with doubts, I happened to hear Xia Youjie's suppressed and seldom revealed voice in the room: "Then, wouldn't it be the same to kill all the guys who are not magicians?"

An unfamiliar female voice sounded: "Student Xia You, what you said is feasible."

? !

bang.

Pulling open the door forcefully, he said in the eyes of both of them looking over at the same time, "No."

The woman sitting next to him raised her eyebrows, and before she could respond to the direct refutation of her opinion, Xia Youjie said, "Why not."

I pressed the vending machine, picked up a bottle of carbonated drink from the exit, and took a sip before answering him slowly: "If you kill everyone, then no one will work in the power plant, and losing power will be very troublesome. Especially It's summer and it's super hot."

Xia Youjie was taken aback.

"Ah, the convenient subway will no longer operate, not to mention the bus and taxis that require manpower, travel will return to the original state of walking."

And that's just one thing, my life is bound to get super troublesome anyway.

"Anyway, no, I don't want to live that kind of life." I tilted my head and asked puzzledly, "Are you going to let magicians do the work of ordinary people? There are simply not enough people."

The woman sitting next to her had an expression of interest on her face: "Eh? It's a direction I've never thought about... It will be really troublesome if I think about it carefully. It's still not feasible for me to change my opinion."

Xia Youjie drooped his brows and eyes, and his long bangs blocked his eyes: "A magician cannot generate a magic spirit, and a world without a magic spirit can bring real happiness."

"Hahahaha, you are really interesting. It sounds like you are full of great love, but the result is that you elevate the status of the magician for selfishness."

I was amused by this conclusion, "If the offspring are ordinary people again, what should I do? Kill them?"

"..." Xia Youjie didn't seem to think so far, and couldn't answer my question.

My interest in the conversation increased unexpectedly: "By the way, isn't it said that the relationship between the magician and the magic spirit is balanced and equal, one side becomes stronger and the other side also becomes stronger; similarly, when one side is weakened, The other side will follow suit."

Holding the soda can in one hand, I stared at him with a smile on my face: "As long as all the magicians die, will the curse spirit disappear with them? I'm quite curious."

"Why don't you try it first, how about it? For the sake of this world."

"Why don't you die, Xia Youjie?"

……

……

With a bag of drinks in his arms, Gojo Satoru got on the bus back to the city, and he poked my shoulder curiously: "What's the matter, when I saw you at the vending machine, you looked pensive. Are you in trouble?"

I glanced at him lazily and said, "I had a fight with your best friend."

"...He Jie? Why, did you say something below the moral line?"

"It's not me." Glaring at him angrily, he curled his lips and said, "He said he wanted to kill all ordinary people, and I told him to die first instead of himself. ——If there is no power supply in the future, won't he be burned to death in summer?"

Gojo Gojo was startled, and suddenly grabbed my shoulder: "...what did you say?"

I blinked and said, "Well, will it be heated to death?"

"No. The previous sentence."

"Oh, Xia Youjie said he wanted to kill all ordinary people."

Gojo Gojo's pupils shrank, and the bus stopped at this moment. He jumped out of the open window, and his voice came from a distance in the wind: "...you go back first! I'll go find him!"

"……?"All right.

When I arrived at the station, I got out of the car with a drink, turned the corner of the alley, and saw a man standing in front of my house, stuffing a piece of paper into the mailbox and leaving.

"Hello." I stood still and called him to stop, "Is it you who have been providing me with information?"

He turned around and looked over. It was an extremely ordinary face that would disappear in a second when it was placed in the crowd.

"I was entrusted by others." The man had a template-like smile on his face.

I approached him slowly and asked, "What's your purpose?"

"There is no special purpose, please act at your own pace."

...no plot?impossible.

"These messages give me convenience, and I will help in return, but I will not help people I don't want to."

The man sighed slightly and said sincerely, "What you ask for is also what we ask for."

"You know that thing." The tone dropped abruptly.

He smiled meaningfully: "The treasure that can fulfill all wishes... There are quite a few people who know about it. But only the chosen ones have the ability to collect fragments, so please do your best."

As soon as the words fell, he was about to leave, but I still felt that something was wrong, and asked with a frown, "...what's the matter with the suture on your forehead?"

With his back to me, he walked further and further away, as if smiling: "That..."

"Just ordinary performance art."