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I am a monster.

Even though I adored humans and wished I could become more human, I never expected to be recognized.

Because my nature is completely different from theirs.

I've always thought so.

But now there is no way to answer Gojo Satoru's question.

……

Do monsters cry?Will you be sad?Will you despair?

I do not know.

Before I came to Meteor Street, I had already lived in the Dark Continent for a long time. Together with my kind, I wandered repeatedly in the opaque forest, eating desire for a living.

Day after day, year after year.

Why is the boring and repetitive memory of the Dark Continent now almost blurred?

I can't remember the original scene at all, and the time of living as "Ai" seems to have become an illusory dream.

It was easily broken up by later life.

……

really?

Am I really human already?

Confusion suddenly filled my heart, I took a step back, lowered my head, avoiding Gojo Satoru's focused gaze: "I don't know."

"Don't hide." He slammed his hand and grabbed my arm with neither light nor heavy force, which just stopped my back movement, "Don't even dare to face this?"

Holding the mask bag in his arms with both hands, he froze in place, unable to retreat any further, but he also refused to take half a step forward.

The pattering rain outside the glass door suddenly became heavier, and the sound of splashing water poured out from the end of the sky, hitting heavily on the stone road, as if it was about to drown the entire land in an instant.

The inside and outside of the door are separated into two different worlds.

One is silent, one is noisy.

"It's hard to hear the words, so listen to me a few more words." Gojo Satoru kept a close distance, and didn't try to draw me closer, but those bright eyes still locked on me .

My whole body immediately tensed up, with sharp thorns erected, and I could almost predict what he was going to say, which was nothing more than telling me to "face the reality, don't escape" and other nonsense.

I do not need!

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, she stared at him closely, and yelled back as soon as he opened his mouth.

Gojo Satoru didn't expect me to react so strongly, and scratched his temples in distress: "Don't be so guarded against me."

Unexpectedly, he looked away and looked at the mask bag I was holding in my arms, "You haven't seen what I chose, have you seen it now?"

I froze for a while, but didn't respond, "What?"

"What, what, that pile of masks." Seeing that I hadn't moved, Wujo Wutiao reached for the mask bag, squatted down, and spread it out on the ground, "Although it seems that the selection was hasty, in fact I've watched it carefully."

He spread the light yellow woven bag on the ground, and the exit was wide open, revealing the layers of masks inside.

"This, the light blue rabbit mask, I remember you have a skirt of a similar color?"

"Here, the light brown bear, oh, don't move, let me see... Well, it really looks very imposing."

"And this, hahahaha, does this squirrel look like its cheeks puff up when it eats? It's cute, isn't it?"

……

……

He squatted there like this, with a lively smile on his brows and eyes, as if he was really choosing a mask.

The vigilant mood gradually faded, and I squatted in front of him with my knees hugged, watching him pick out one by one and tell me why I chose it.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru took out a reflective mask, which was completely different from other styles, and it smelled expensive from the inside out: "This——"

Then he raised his eyes and looked at me, "It's very suitable for your hairpin."

My breath tightened: "...Which one?"

"That's the one, the gift you received when you were a child." He held up the mask and shook it, then handed it to me, "I haven't seen you wearing it, did you put it away?"

Without answering his question, I subconsciously looked at the mask stuffed into my hand. It was silvery white similar to the hairpin, with delicate petal patterns on the edges.

"Although I only saw it once, I completely remembered it." Gojo Satoru tapped his forehead with one hand, "The pattern is very similar, and it should be produced here, after all, it is the largest trade center."

"..." I squeezed the mask in my hand, and said in a low voice, "The hairpin, we checked later, it was produced here."

"That's it, so this place was also visited by you." He sat down cross-legged, put one foot up, and put his elbows on his knees, "Is that right?"

A familiar pain suddenly appeared in my chest, and I pressed the silver-white mask to my chest, as hard as I wanted to rub it into my body.

"……Um."

The furry head was lowered, and the fine pure white eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fine light leaked from the gap between the long eyelashes.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It's too bad, me."

I don't know why I looked over.

"Just thinking that it's less painful to take you away from familiar places, only to end up not even knowing which places will evoke memories for you."

Gojo Satoru supported his face, nodded his chin with his index finger once and for all, and the corners of his lips curled up in a slight arc, which seemed extremely ironic.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

There was no emotion in his tone, as if he was asking me, but also as if he was talking to himself.

I was startled, shook my head and said, "I don't feel anything, I don't remember."

This sentence is true.

I just have a vague impression of what happened in the past two days. Even when I recall it now, it’s like touching the outside world through a layer of frosted glass.

It's as if all behavior is run by a deep subconscious mind, completely leaving self-awareness behind.

"Really, don't you have any memory of what happened in the past two days?" Gojo Satoru asked seriously.

I pursed my lips, put my chin on my knees, and murmured softly: "...I seem to have seen a Ferris wheel."

"Sparkling in the night, shining brightly."

"I also saw... an ice cream cart, like someone told me the mint flavor should be green, not blue..."

Gojo Satoru, who was replaced by "someone", did not make a sound, but continued to listen quietly.

"And... guns, I see guns."

"A gun with bullets."

Gojo Wu's eyes darkened, and the hand that was placed near the mouth of the woven bag suddenly climbed onto my forearm and held it vaguely, "Well, is there any more?"

"..."

As I recalled, there seemed to be the sound of the explosion of the gun barrel passing by my ears quickly, and then there was the strange and familiar sweet smell, and the rush like a drum...

"...Heartbeat." I remembered, I seemed to be awake briefly for a while, because I heard——

"Your heartbeat."

After a pause, he said in a surprised tone: "I have never heard such a fast heartbeat, just like..."

I thought about that feeling carefully, "It's like...seeing a horrible picture."

Gojo Satoru still didn't speak, his eyes lowered.

The messy and complicated thoughts in my mind were gradually sorted out, and I raised my face to look at him: "Then you said...you are afraid."

I'm not sure, I always feel like I'm remembering wrong, after all, I was not fully awake at the time.

Will Gojo Satoru be afraid too?

……

Impossible, I must have remembered wrongly...

The palm attached to my forearm suddenly moved, the thumb gripped the inner elbow, and the other four fingers buckled down along the outer arm little by little.

"Correct."

He suddenly said that he had already admitted once, and it was no big deal to admit it again, but he was unbelievably calm, "I'm afraid."

...It turned out to be true?

I opened my eyes in confusion: "Why are you afraid?"

"Why?" Gojo Satoru seemed to be stopped by my question, and put his other hand on his forehead, with his fingertips resting on the corner of his forehead, "Yeah, why exactly?"

He raised his brows, and there was a sharp light in the corner of his eyes, and if he looked carefully, he could still see some absurdity.

Immediately afterwards, intermittent laughter overflowed from his throat: "I don't understand either."

"You guy, paranoid and cold, you say you like me, and you really want to kill me every time you strike."

The sound of the rain was too loud, Gojo Satoru's deep voice was mixed in, as if it was also tainted by the chill of the freezing rain.

"I actually came here because I wanted to see you." He recalled his thoughts at that time from his memory, and found it ridiculous, even ironic, "And you? Almost killed me, just a little bit."

Recalling the scene at that time, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but clenched my arm even harder, with red marks drawn out, a little hostility in his eyes, and even the blue pupils trembled slightly.

"I really hated you then."

He was like a joke, his sincerity was trampled under his feet mercilessly, even taking the initiative to get close was just a trap, and the other party dared to say that he liked him.

Such people……

Such a guy!

"I even want to kill you." Faint gloom seeped out from those eyes reflecting the sky, "For a moment, I felt that your so-called 'you can have everything after death' is not unreasonable."

"If I kill you, these things won't happen." The delicate face fell into indifference in an instant, and it seemed to be burning with a dark blue flame, which seemed cold, but burned with a scalding temperature.

I could almost feel the real anger in his tone, the emotions in my heart gradually cooled down, and I said expressionlessly: "You have already done this, didn't you just plan to kill me at that time."

"Have you already done this?" Gojo Gojo seemed to have heard some joke, and laughed with his face up, extremely sarcastic, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and even the ends of his hair were trembling.

Suddenly, he violently pulled me closer, his ice-blue eyes were staring straight at me, as if they had been quenched, and they were astonishingly bright, "Do you know the scope of my full-strength expansion?"

Before I could speak, he replied directly: "In one second, I can cover half of Meteor Street."

The magic power required for the expansion of the domain has no effect on him, as long as he wants to, he can compress this time even shorter!

"Once my domain expands, everyone will die." Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, his voice seemed to be ground out, and said word by word, "Including you."

How simple, a large amount of instilled information will instantly cause brain death, and it only needs a little magic power from him.

"--but I do not have."

The turbulent undercurrent of the deep sea roared and howled in his blue pupils, and was firmly held down by the seemingly shattered rationality on the surface.

He is really angry.

But he really stopped temporarily.

"How dare you say that I'm going to kill you." The flame in the blue pupil became more and more hot, almost burning me, "You really wanted to kill me all this time, Anna."

A frightening sense of oppression suddenly hit me, I was suffocated, and wanted to run away immediately, unwilling to face his aggressive attitude again.

"say no more."

too close.

He is too close!

"Why, even I don't dare to face it now?" Gojo Satoru not only didn't let go, but pulled even harder.

Panic, evasion, anger, and even grievance, all kinds of mixed and chaotic emotions flooded me like a flood from the gate, and nameless anger burst out of my chest in an instant!

I shook his hand away vigorously, and said sharply, "What do you know! You don't know anything at all!"

"You're all going to die! You're all going to leave me!" I staggered to my feet, propped my elbows on the counter next to me, and stepped back a little bit, "Why!"

My vision suddenly blurred, and I choked my voice and shouted at him: "I've let you go, Gojo Satoru, I've let you go! I'm leaving!"

"You found it yourself, you said you wanted to see me—! If that's the case, why can't I use my method to keep you?! Only death at my hands will be mine forever!"

The hazy water mist completely covered my sight, I clenched my fists, raised my chin high, heat flowed across my cheeks, and even the cold mask was stained with temperature: "It should be like this! "

Complicated emotions pounded my chest violently, and a stuffy and sour feeling kept pouring out from the bottom of my heart.

I can't keep what I want to keep!

Why! !

In the blurred vision, the person who was sitting on the ground stood up, and the height gap immediately brought a strong sense of oppression.

I thought he would be angry, just like I killed more than thirty people a long time ago, deny my point of view, and turn away without hesitation.

But he stretched out his arm, and the rubbing sound of the clothes gradually approached me——

Then, I took off my mask.

"Isn't it good to be alive? I can talk to you and quarrel with you." He put the mask aside and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on my chin. "When I die, I really have nothing."

The line of my lips was straightened, and I retorted coldly: "No, what dies in my hands will always be mine."

"Even if it's not in your hands, it's not yours." While Gojo Satoru was speaking, his hand touched my eyelashes, and it was a little itchy. I couldn't help but tilt my head to the side, and he grabbed my shoulder again. return.

"That's right." I answered him harshly.

After a moment of silence, he actually smiled and said seriously, "I won't die."

Bending down, looking straight at me, "I won't leave you either."

The hand on the counter was tightly clenched, and the other hand hanging by the side instantly grabbed the corner of the clothes and twisted them into a ball.

"Liar." I didn't believe it, "You also said you would protect me, but what happened?"

Just because of Xia Youjie... just because of him!

He saw what I was thinking, and explained in a low voice: "It's not just because of Jie, it's more because... I thought I was in control of everything."

"However, not everything can be controlled."

The long and slender fingers stayed on the side of my eyes, but the owner of the fingers rarely showed a confused tone: "For example, seeing you almost die in front of me... I was actually scared."

"Isn't it ridiculous? That Wujo Satoru would be scared." As if to prove this sentence, he laughed himself first, and even used the tone of a bystander.

Thinking of the scene at that time, the string in his mind was instantly tensed, and even the voice overflowing from his throat was tight, "He was afraid that you would die."

...Afraid that I would die?

"Why." Back to the question at the beginning, I stared at him stubbornly, "Why should he be afraid."

The person in front of him frowned, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked away.The emotions in his eyes were tangled up in confusion, and he clicked his tongue, as if he couldn't speak.

Anxiety covered his entire body, and even the muscles under his clothes tensed up. I almost thought he wouldn't speak anymore, or just change the subject.

But in the end, he said it anyway.

"Because...he likes you."

……

What did you say?like me?

My heart was suddenly empty, and I suddenly thought of what he said in Waichang Village, and suddenly felt extremely absurd.

...and so on.

...and so on! !

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and the sharp busy tone rushed straight into my brain, and my calm thoughts were instantly shattered.

The five Wu Che blue pupils reflected my dark as empty eyes - in his heart, I must be a fool.

Otherwise, how could it happen again and again——

Lie me with this lie.

I heard myself laughing in fits and starts, a fragile bubble that could easily burst.

Vigorously, bit by bit, he opened his hand: "You really know how to speak. You said the same thing at the beginning, and you also said that you were confessing your love - what happened?"

At the beginning, I always regarded Wujo Satoru as my own property, thinking that he should belong to me. Even so, when I knew that he liked me, I was still very happy.

"I promised you, I promised you soon, and I'm even glad."

"I thought... I thought you would love me."

No one ever loved me but Ann.

I really thought that Gojo Satoru would love me like An.

……

but.

I'm so... naive as an idiot.

"Now here we go again."

I don't understand why I feel aggrieved, and I desperately try to drive it out of my heart, "I won't believe you anymore, Gojo Satoru."

Gojo Satoru listened quietly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

17 years old, a shallow age, a personality that has never experienced anything.

How could he possibly love anyone?

Even feelings for him may just be the pleasure of breaking a peaceful life, getting it too easily, being arrogant and unwilling to give in.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru smiled without emotion, moved the long finger hanging by his side, and gave up: "Then believe it later."

……after?

I stopped laughing, and the gap between my lips was drawn into a straight line: "I won't believe it in the future."

"Hey, don't be so absolute, maybe you suddenly find out that I'm telling the truth." Gojo Satoru propped his face on the side with one hand, his eyelids drooped slightly, and suddenly pointed out the door, "Look, there's a rainbow."

Putting aside the disturbed emotions, I looked back and slowly opened my eyes wide.

……really have.

The heavy rain did not know when it had stopped, and a bright rainbow hung in the sky, hanging there far away.

It seems to cross from the end of the sea level to the other end, and it seems to be framed in the flowing clouds, with a sense of transparency and delicacy.

"Want to see it? I can take you there." Wujo Satoru looked at me with lowered eyes, "You can fly up to see it."

——I kind of want to, but I don't want to rely on him.

In the end, I still refused: "I don't want to."

Who knew that he directly held my hand as if he didn't hear it: "Mmm, okay, let's go~"

"—!"

The scene in front of me suddenly jumped, and I closed my eyes subconsciously. The moment I opened my mouth, countless cold winds poured into my mouth, and the next second, I suddenly returned to calm.

"It's here, take a look."

I opened my eyes, and the colorful water mist stayed in the palm of my hand. It was light and wet, and I couldn't touch it or grasp it, but it just felt... as if I already had it.

Can't help but want to hold it, fingers shrink.

——Sure enough, I can't hold it.

"How is it? Isn't it good?" Gojo Satoru put one hand on my shoulder, and with the other hand, he used a magic technique to attract the surrounding water vapor, twisting the corner of the rainbow into another shape, "I can still do this."

The good rainbow was made into a strange look by him.

I turned my face away, and he deliberately drew the mist into my eyes.

I stared at him impatiently, but found that he was in a rare cheerful look, the hostility that was brewing in his eyes just now had disappeared, leaving only sparkling spots of light.

Some colored water mist fell on his hair, shining beautifully under the sun, making the whole person look extremely bright and radiant.

Sensing my gaze on him, he lowered his head and looked at me, his fingertips surrounded by colored mist.

A tiny ray of mantra was incorporated into it, and the fragile water mist exploded lightly, making a soft bang, and then condensed into crystal clear mist flowers, which slowly dissipated in the wind.

After the almost astonishing short scene, Gojo Satoru's smiling blue eyes: "Doesn't it look good?"

With a tremor in my heart, I stopped looking at him: "...I want to go down."

"Well, so fast?" he asked unexpectedly.

"I'm going to Meteor Street." Although it was delayed for a long time, I didn't forget the business.

"Oh, good." He covered my face with his hands, and brought me back to the ground in an instant, "This way I won't be blown by the wind—how, isn't it good to see it up close?"

"I didn't want to see it." I pushed away from the room, picked up the mask on the counter, put it on my face again, turned and left.

"Hey, that's not what your eyes said—and these things." Gojo Gojo stopped me with a long voice.

"I don't want it." I stood outside the door and looked back at him, "I don't need those cute things."

"Aren't you very serious when you read it? Don't you want to take it yourself?"

Then he picked up the mask bag on the ground, put one hand in the pocket, and walked out.

"I won't wear it."

"Well, didn't you already take the silver one?"

"..." I retorted in a low voice, "That one is different."

"Then these can be different."

"No."

Suddenly, he laughed out loud, and I looked up at him wonderingly.

"Isn't it good like this, there will be quarrels." Gojo Satoru looked down at me, "Don't become like two days ago."

When I mentioned this, I stopped in my tracks immediately, my originally happy mood gradually sank, and the emotions in my eyes returned to calm.

"Gojo Satoru, I have lived to this day relying on the hope that I can still see Ann."

Hearing this, he also stood still, the smile in his eyes settled down, and his expression was unclear.

"I can communicate with you normally now because the postcard sent to the deceased is hanging on me."

I am very aware of my current state, only because of Jimmy's news temporarily sobered up.

"If that postcard can't find him." The tone was extremely light, as if the whole person was about to float, "I probably won't be able to stay awake anymore."

really weird.

Even though I was still quarreling fiercely just now, when I mentioned this matter, I lost all emotions.

Everyone is empty.

The cold mask in my hand reminded me, and I suddenly remembered what Gojo Satoru said to me, and I was a little happy: "Thank you for thinking that I am human."

I didn't expect anyone to know who I was and still be willing to think that I was human, just because of those feelings.

Gojo Wujo frowned coldly, this kind of words similar to confessing his last words made him very uncomfortable: "Don't say it."

I stopped looking at him, lowered my eyes, and held the silver-white mask tightly in my hand.

If you die, take this with you.

What if the world after death can see Ann?

……

He will definitely praise me for being cute.

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