Find a way to own the 5t5

The scorching white sun hangs high in the sky, scorching the earth mercilessly, and the air is faintly distorted by the super high temperature that has never been seen in the past.

Stepping on the neatly paved asphalt road through the soles of the feet can even feel the obvious heat, and what comes into the nasal cavity along with the breath is a pungent smell full of chemical components.

The black leather shoes step into the shadow of the luxuriant branches and leaves unhurriedly. The dark gray shadow behind him first merges with the shadow, and then breaks away after a while, and sticks to the hot ground again.

With his hands in his pockets and a casual smile on his lips, the boy gradually approached.

The pure white shattered hair on the forehead swept messily on the sunglasses frame, and the strong sunlight hit the unshaded face directly, and the soft and fine fluff could be vaguely seen.

"Well—what would you like?"

With a slightly frivolous tone, the slender fingers picked and picked in front of the vending machine, stroking this for a while, and pointing to that for a while, as if hesitating for a wide variety of drinks.

Suddenly, the fingertips rested on the soda can in the corner, the blue eyes under the sunglasses darkened slightly, and the fingers pressed the selection button one step faster than thinking.

beep.

The beverage can rolled into the delivery port and hit the inner wall of the machine with a bang.

But the person who should have bent down to take out the drink stood motionless, as if in a daze.

It wasn't until the mobile phone in his pocket started to vibrate again that he came back to his senses. After connecting, he said a few perfunctory words to the urging person on the other end of the phone, and then hung up.

He knelt down, lifted the glass baffle, and took out his drink.

The outer wall of the cold soda can is covered with small water droplets formed by condensation of water vapor, making it wet to hold.

Click, opened the can, raised his head and gulped down the drink, his protruding Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.

The originally stretched brows gradually frowned, endured the irritation deep in the throat, removed the drink, let out a long sigh, and complained: "What's so good about carbonated drinks..."

No one responded, only the noisy chirping of cicadas echoed in my ears.

The pure white long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tone was dull: "Besides carbon dioxide, it just smells like a strange drink."

Having said that, he did not throw away the can in his hand, but walked into a quaint house with it.

There are four screens in the spacious hall, and behind each screen sits an old man with half a foot in the coffin.

"Did you call me here? I'm super busy."

Even standing in front of high-level officials, Gojo Satoru did not hide his frivolous nature.

The old man directly opposite hid half of his face behind the screen, and said in a serious tone, "Wujo Wu, where did that woman go?"

"Huh? Who are you talking about?"

"Stop pretending!" The old man with a pointed nose diagonally across from him yelled angrily, "Who else is there besides that woman named Anna!"

Wujo Wujo scratched the side of his face in embarrassment: "Haha, just say it straight, it's always that woman and that woman, and it's not that there is no name-I don't know."

"Are you going to cover her up!"

"The hypnotist has confirmed from the two children that it was the woman who took Xia Youjie away!"

"Don't you even care about Xia Youjie?"

crunch.

The hand holding the can suddenly tightened, and the drink wrapped in bubbles splashed out from the mouth of the can.

"Then find her." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, his icy blue eyes were filled with a biting chill, "As long as I can find her, I will go there myself."

"..."

"..."

He sneered, and said coolly: "I was kicked hard, do you think I don't want to find her?"

But I couldn't find it, I couldn't find it anywhere, as if I had suddenly evaporated from the world.

even--

Even the bondage of the heart disappeared directly.

……

How can I find someone who is not in this world at all?

However, the person behind the screen in the corner was not confused by his words, and asked directly: "How do you plan to deal with her after you find it?"

"..." Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips and looked back, "That's my business."

"Don't forget, she killed another villager!"

"Don't be so mean, maybe the villager accidentally caused an accident~"

The old man with a hooked nose had a gloomy face: "The villagers who survived saw him disappear with their own eyes. The place where he died was not as filthy as Xia Youjie's. It could only be that woman who did it."

Gojo Satoru asked curiously: "If there is no Jie, is there her filth?"

"……"silence.

"So it's not there? It's also possible that the villagers did it themselves. Didn't they think about killing those two children?"

Gojo Satoru didn't have a good face at all when it came to those rotten people who confided their hearts under the methods of a hypnotist.

"Gojo Satoru." The old man in the corner spoke again, his slender eyes fixed on the white-haired boy, "Is she really a magician?"

Gojo Satoru sneered without hesitation: "Anything other than a conjurer, a superhuman?"

"Then what is her technique!"

"I don't know, grandpa, after all, I'm not interested in other people's privacy."

"you……!"

"It's all over, can I go then?" Although he used a questioning tone, his body turned to the exit and was ready to leave.

"You can keep it a secret. According to Article 13 of the Spell Regulations, if Xia Youjie has been missing for more than 6 months, he will be automatically judged to be a fugitive and will be punished."

The steps toward the exit came to a sudden halt, Gojo Satoru raised his head slightly, his shoulders shook first, and then intermittent low laughter escaped from his throat.

"Haha...hahaha..." He really didn't expect these old guys to say such a thing, and he couldn't stop laughing for a while.

There was silence at the scene, only his deep laughter echoed in the hall.

Finally laughing enough, he bowed down and pressed his knee with one hand to slow down a little, and then said: "Okay."

The senior executives present were startled, but Wujo Satoru did not expect that he would directly agree, and a bad premonition suddenly came over him.

"Since Jie has been judged to have fled, it doesn't matter if I'm one more?" Gojo Satoru turned his head and stared at the group of old immortals, his voice filled with infinite malice.

"When announcing the target of execution, you must remember—"

"Take me."

Bang!

The door was slammed shut, leaving the four people in the hall silent.

With lingering anger, he got into the car that came to meet him, Wujo Gojo's expression was not good: "Drive, go to Gaozhuan."

Kubo, who had become Gojo Satoru's full-time driver, didn't even dare to say a word, and drove away from the magic director's department in a hurry.

After not seeing those disgusting wrinkled faces anymore, his anger faded a little, Gojo Gojo fell back on the back seat and raised his legs: "Kubao, where are my things?"

The tool man driving had to control the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up a box of beautifully packaged candies from the passenger seat and handed it to the white-haired man in the back row.

Ever since Kubo took the two little girls back to the high school alone that day, the unscrupulous Mr. Gojo never called him by name again.

……

I don't know why, but I dare not ask.

Inexplicably feel terrible.

Gojo Satoru opened the box lazily, and it was full of handmade candies he specially found someone to make, and he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"It still doesn't taste right."

He has found many dessert shops, and this one is the most famous for making handmade candies, but the taste is still somewhat different from the one he remembers.

It’s obviously just hard candy with strawberry milk flavor and chocolate filling, why can’t you make the same taste?

"It's strange, what's the problem? Could it be that he didn't integrate into the father's love?"

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and fell into strange contemplation.

Hearing this sentence, Kubo looked at Gojo Satoru curiously through the rearview mirror, and was discovered: "Is there something wrong?"

Kubo froze and said nervously, "No...just a little curious...is this a gift?"

Because of the exquisite packaging, I guess it is a gift, but Mr. Gojo has already opened it and ate it himself, so it should be——

"correct."

——It's not a gift, is it... huh? ?

Facing Kubo's stunned expression, he was not guilty at all: "It's a present, a birthday present."

I don't know what to think of, a smirk suddenly appeared on my lips, and I deliberately leaned forward and said in Kubo's ear, "And it's tomorrow, it's my birthday."

……

isn't it? !

It's too miserable to buy yourself a birthday present!

and--

"Isn't your birthday at the end of the year?"

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows and questioned: "Who said it was tomorrow. ——Since you have asked, then you have to prepare a birthday present for me."

"Otherwise I'll beat you, the kind that beats you to the hospital."

Kubo: "..." Where did this person come from?

Soon after arriving at the high school, Kubo, who was full of grief and indignation, ran away without saying goodbye, and Gojo Satoru stood where he was and burst out laughing.

After teasing others, I feel very comfortable, and I can't help but want to share it with someone I know——

"Glass, I have something very important to tell you."

Jia Ruozi was sitting at his desk writing a document: "What's the matter?"

He didn't see the outside at all, he directly dragged a chair from the side and sat in it, and said mysteriously: "It's my birthday tomorrow."

Nitro raised his head: "?"

"Really, this is a birthday present I specially bought to reward myself. I have really worked hard this year." Gojo Wu spoke eloquently.

She turned on the phone suspiciously and looked at the content in the memo: "Isn't your birthday in December?"

"It's tomorrow, December is lying to you." He said nonsense seriously.

"Tomorrow is Anna's birthday." Jia Ruozi put away his mobile phone and continued to lower his head to write documents, with no expression on his face, "September [-]th."

"..." Wujo Wu's smile narrowed, and the gift box was thrown on the table casually, "Is your relationship so good? We all know this."

"Occasionally we can talk a few words."

"Wow, can you find out your birthday just by talking a few words?"

I don't quite understand why he is acting strangely, so he stopped writing and sorted out the documents, folded them and stood up, "It's not something important, you'll know if you ask."

Go to the locker, open it, "She was saying—"

He paused suddenly, and pursed his lips lightly.

"What are you talking about?" Gojo Gojo rested his face on one hand and looked at her sideways.

Put the file in the locker, close it, and look at Gojo Satoru with cold eyes: "You promised to spend her birthday with her, she is looking forward to it."

"..."

No one spoke, and it was quiet for a long time.

Wujo Wujo looked down at the clear lines on the solid wood tabletop, and suddenly asked, "Glass, have you ever thought about what the funeral will be like after you die?"

Jia Ruozi: "I never thought about it. After cremation, people should read a eulogy and then be buried."

He curled his lips and said disdainfully: "You are so boring, you do this kind of thing."

Nitro: "If they're all dead, who cares if everything is boring, and I can't see it."

Regardless of her words, he said to himself: "I have thought about it these few days."

One long leg was stretched out, and the other was bent, "Everyone who comes to the funeral must read a compliment to me as a condolence."

She stopped cleaning the table and couldn't help hitting him: "In that case, probably no one will go to your funeral."

Gojo Satoru replied with a grin: "Anyway, I've already decided."

Jia Ruozi rolled his eyes.

Originally thought that this topic was over, he suddenly leaned back on the back of the chair, staring straight at the ceiling, feeling confused from the bottom of his heart: "I've already thought about the funeral, not that I'm going to kill Me, why did you just leave?"

No one answered, Gojo Satoru asked again seriously: "Glass, why did she just leave?"

Jia Ruozi put the white coat hanging by the door under his arm: "I don't know, you should know her better than me. I'm going to the laboratory first, don't go crazy in my office."

Then he walked out and closed the door with his backhand.

Wujo Wu's shoulders loosened, and his upper body leaned on the table, silently curling the corners of his lips, extremely ironic.

His eyes shifted to the box of beautifully packaged handmade candies, the meaning in his eyes was unclear, and he whispered to himself after a long while: "...I don't understand."

Being blown by the air-conditioning wind made my heart a little stuffy, and I was too lazy to get up to get the remote control, so I had to manually block the air-conditioning wind from the limitless outside.

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated suddenly, he glanced at the name displayed on the screen, and then reluctantly connected: "Teacher?"

"Tottori Prefecture? I don't want to go to that place, you can find someone else."

"No matter what, I don't want to go."

"..."

"I said I don't want to go..."

……

……

In the end, he went anyway, because there was indeed no one who could take on the task of Tottori, and Mr. Ye Moth also said that if it was not really impossible, he would not be called to come.

Just to be blunt - I know your best friends and girlfriends have disappeared here, but there really isn't one.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair a little irritably, he didn't have any thoughts about Tottori at all, he just...

After roughly cleaning up all the spell spirits at the mission location, he got into the auxiliary supervisor's car and said coldly, "Go to the village where Jie disappeared."

Assistant supervisor: "Huh? Oh, oh, okay..."

……

……

Just can't resist going back to that place.

……

……

The villagers all decided to give up here and move to the next village, so the ruins are still the same as they were more than ten days ago, and even the hole he smashed into has not changed.

Gojo Satoru took a few steps over there, then stopped suddenly, with his back slightly bent, and asked himself seriously: "Is it necessary? I've already called you trash."

Immediately refuted to himself rationally: "It's just that you said some excessive words first, and then threw that thing away in front of you."

He continued to take two steps forward, then stopped again: "But didn't she go too far?"

"..." After a long silence, I couldn't find a suitable reason to refute, so I had to give up, "Forget it, you didn't know that she has a problem with her personality."

After talking to himself for a long time, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be someone behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the stunned expression of the assistant supervisor.

"Turn your back to me, and you can't turn back until I speak." Gojo Satoru said kindly, "Otherwise, you'll be lying in the hospital for half a year, understand?"

The assistant supervisor turned around resolutely: "...please rest assured!"

You Liuyan quickly found what he was looking for, walked over and squatted down, digging away the dry soil, revealing the diamond-shaped buttons lying underneath.

When she was about to touch it, Anna's contemptuous eyes flashed in front of her eyes, her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and then slowly retracted.

Rarely, she was a little dazed: "...what the hell am I doing?"

Why do such things here like a thief?

Does it make sense?

……

Well, the meaning doesn't matter at all, it's just plain embarrassing.

He grabbed the button resignedly, as if comforting himself: "It's all here..."

It would be too much to justify going home without something.

Back in the car, the assistant supervisor was supposed to be responsible for sending him back to the high school, because it was almost twelve o'clock and there was only the last train left, and there was no time to change trains if he rushed there.

But when passing through the busy street, Gojo Satoru called to stop and asked the assistant supervisor to go home by himself.

The latter hesitated: "But you..."

Opening the car door and walking down, his eyes glanced at the assistant supervisor: "I'll go back tomorrow."

"Okay." Resigned to fate and drove away.

Gojo Gojo was walking aimlessly on the street, surrounded by high school girls who came out for supper in twos and threes, pushing each other and asking for his contact information.

"No way, my girlfriend will be upset." He said and turned out the photos in the album.

Although disappointed to learn that he has a girlfriend, the girls politely wished them a happy relationship.

Tilting his head, Gojo Gojo smiled and said after the group of girls walked away: "Hmm... the relationship is harmonious? It seems that it doesn't work."

There is a small cold drink shop at the end of the street. It mainly sells not the recently popular fruit tea, but the sour plum soup cooked at home.

Put a small bowl in a small white porcelain bowl, throw in a few pieces of crushed ice, and the wall of the bowl will make a rattling sound.

It's a funny scene.

Gojo Satoru also walked in, but asked about other drinks: "Hello, can carbonated drinks be served with ice cubes?"

I think there are not a few people who have asked this question before. The store usually took out a bottled drink and asked, "Is Coke okay?"

"Okay." He put his face in one hand and watched the boss pour Coke into the white porcelain bowl, and threw a few pieces of crushed ice, but because of the air bubbles, the crushed ice didn't make any clattering sound.

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a little pity, and even lost interest in this store, but he still found a seat and sat down, intending to finish the Coke.

There is an LCD TV hanging on the wall, which shows the dialogue between Alice and the Mad Hatter before the final parting.

The blond Alice frowned and asked, "Mad Hatter, why is a crow like a writing desk?"

The dark clouds rolled into a terrifying vortex, and the whole world seemed to be shattered in the next second.

But the Mad Hatter just smiled and looked through her, as if looking at the six-year-old child back then.

He said.

"I don't have an answer either."

……

……

Gojo Satoru took the last sip of Coke, put the unmelted ice into his mouth and chewed, with a calm mood: "What's so good about carbonated drinks?"

The phone showed that the time had reached zero, and he took a picture of an empty bowl with the corner of his mouth curled up, and clicked on the communication number that he hadn't touched in more than ten days: "picture"

The "sending" next to the chat bubble blinked several times before eventually turning into a red "sending failed."

"You can't blame me." Gojo Satoru put away his phone, got up and left, and the small storefront behind him was thrown farther and farther away.

Suddenly, he remembered the box of handmade candies that he had left in Nitro's office, and smiled without emotion.

"Happy birthday."

The author has something to say: After midnight, Kubo pondered for a long time, and finally decided to give in.

He took out his mobile phone, selected Mr. Wutiao, and sent a message: [Happy Birthday]

A few seconds later, a bright red reminder appeared, "Failed to send".

Kubo: ...I was blocked? ?

Kubo: Mr. Gojo, are you polite? ? ?

The crow looks like a writing desk is actually a pun played by the author, but I prefer this romantic explanation of "because I like you for no reason", so let's take it as such~