my brother is scumbag

When I was on the way back, I kept thinking about that Wutiao.

I always felt as if he saw the difference in my eyes, but wasn't sure about it.

Thousands of years ago, the Wutiao family was one of the three imperial families, and their information was known to other magician families when they were educated.So I know that the [Six Eyes] of the Gojo family can easily see through the spells of the conjurer, including the trajectory of the spell power.

But now I am no longer a conjurer, and there are no spells, and my sharing eyes do not come from the blood of a conjurer, so there should be no problem...

But I still can't let go of my heart.

Because the lessons from my previous life were too tragic and obvious.

The cursed blood he was forced to drink, the pain when his eyes were touched, and what he said to me—

All of this shows that my brother discovered the special features of my eyes a long time ago, when I thought I was hiding them well, and even took action against my eyes, and I was still foolish. Do not know at all.

Who can guarantee that this kind of thing will not happen to Mr. Gojo again?

I can trust the current Fu Heihui, but Mr. Wujo doesn't have much trust in me.

When I got home, after dinner, I sat at the desk and spread out the books, but I still couldn't read them.

Finally I gave up, closed it, leaned back in the chair, and sighed.

If it's just me, I don't care.Although I don't trust the Wu Tiao very much, since Fu Heihui gets along well with him, I think the other party should have a basic bottom line. If he can't beat him then he will run away. If he can't escape, he will just be caught.

I just……

Worried about implicating my parents.

Thousands of years ago, I knew how disgusting those high-level people in the magic world were. Now that a thousand years have passed, even if those high-level people have changed a group of people, I don't believe how good they can become.

This group of people...

I know how disgusting things I can do in the face of an existence that I can't control or that I am not satisfied with.

Now I have no magic power, no spells, just an eye with a special ability...

In the eyes of those rotten guys who are about to rot, they probably don't belong to the same world as them.

In their eyes, an ordinary person like me should be grateful to Dade even if he is used by them.

After all, I am contributing to the peace of this world.

Once I try to resist, I believe they will definitely use my parents as a threat...

Thinking of this, I straightened up again, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and clicked on the communication interface.

The first one is Fu Heihui's communication number.

This was exchanged this afternoon when we parted in front of the cake shop.

Although he has decided not to treat him as Chanyuanhui, but Fuheihui, but there is still a difference in his heart.It's like when entering his name, subconsciously typed a letter in front of him, making it the first.

Do you want to ask him?

I poked the name [Fu Heihui] with my finger, and when I entered the text message editing interface, I typed a few words, deleted them, and finally exited the interface.

Forget it.

I also thought, Fu Heihui is just a child now, even if that Mr. Wutiao really did something, he probably wouldn't tell him, and probably can't find anything from Fu Heihui.

A slightly more reliable adult would, under normal circumstances, hide important things from children.

Especially when the other party has contact with his own students.

With this in mind, in the next few days, when I occasionally met Fu Heihui again, I didn't ask him anything, but secretly raised my vigilance to the surrounding environment.

And the still peaceful life seems to tell me that Mr. Gojo either really didn't notice my specialness, or he kept it a secret and didn't inform the high-level people in the magic world.

Based on the feeling he gave me that day...

I somehow feel that the latter is more likely.

"Lately, you feel a little weird."

During lunch break at school, Shinichi suddenly spoke.

Sitting under the tree, I just opened the bento and looked up at him, "Is there? Why didn't I feel it?"

"Obviously there is." Shinichi stared at me closely, I stretched out my hand and pushed his head away, "Don't look at me with eyes like staring at a prisoner," I said casually, "It's because you think too much right?"

"Actually..." Xiaolan on the side hesitated, "I also feel this way."

"Me too!"

Sonoko raised her hand and looked at me seriously, "Recently, I always feel that Yui-chan doesn't spend much time with us, and she walks alone after school."

"It's said to be alienated, but it doesn't look like it."

Shinichi grabbed my hand, and with the support of the two of them, his expression looked more confident and confident.

"It's more like because of something, you need to temporarily distance yourself from us."

Under the sight of the three of them, I pretended to be nonchalant and put the bento lid aside. I looked like you guys were thinking too much, and I complained about Shinichi's sensitivity in my heart.

"I'm from the Home Club, and I don't usually have any club activities, so staying at school would be boring."

"Occasionally, I also want to go home alone and think about problems quietly."

Xiaolan and Yuanzi are not the kind of characters who think too much, so they easily accepted my explanation. Only this guy, Shinichi, is still looking at me with a probing look.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, you can come to my house to play." Yuanzi invited us.

I showed a sorry expression, "Not tomorrow."

"Is there any arrangement?"

"Ah."

I nodded, picked up a piece of food, and said while eating, "I'm going to Yokohama this weekend to visit my brother."

After so many years, Xiaolan and the others all know that my elder brother was buried in Yokohama. Our family visits him at least once a month, and sometimes we even stay in our hometown in Yokohama for a few days.

So after hearing what I said, they all understood very well.

"Recently, there seems to be some chaos in Yokohama." Shinichi said.

"If you say it like that, it seems to be true," Sonoko looked like he suddenly remembered something, showing a worried expression, "Dad also said recently that the industry in Yokohama needs to pay more attention to security."

"Oh, that's because the boss of a port mafia organization in Yokohama has recently gone out of his mind."

I am calm and authentic.

Xiao Lan's eyes widened, "Hong Kong, port mafia?"

Shinichi looked at me speechlessly: "Hey, you... Is your tone a bit too calm?"

I bit my chopsticks and looked at them, blinking, "This is really normal, it's just because you don't go to Yokohama very much."

"The mafia organization is already a local specialty in Yokohama."

Xiaolan: "..."

Sonoko: "..."

Shinichi: "...How could this kind of thing be a local product!!"

But in fact, this is not a very strange thing in Yokohama.

Even the parents who have moved to Tokyo for several years now are not at all flustered in the face of this situation, as if they are used to it.

Anyone who was born and raised in Yokohama is already used to dealing with mafia, and when they see people in black clothes with bulging waists on the street, their expressions are normal.

Generally speaking, as long as you know how to avoid them in time and don't approach them on purpose, those mafia people will not do anything for no reason.

After coming out of the cemetery, I sent a text message to Oda.

[Yui: I arrived in Yokohama today.Is Oda doing a mission now? ]

[Oda: I have decided not to be a killer. ]

When I saw this message from him, my eyes widened in surprise, but soon I was happy for him again.

[Yuki: Are you ready to write a book? ]

[Oda: Yes. ]

After this text message, a few seconds later, Oda sent several consecutive messages again. In the interval between these text messages, I seemed to be able to understand his thinking and his serious and cautious mood.

[Oda: That person said that to write a book is to write about people. ]

[Oda: In this case, the job of assassin is no longer suitable for me. ]

[Oda: If you want to become a novelist, you must at least stop killing people. ]

[Oda: Only in this way can we seriously understand human life. ][1]

"Yui is smiling so happily, did you encounter any happy things?"

The mother sitting in the front seat turned around and looked at me with a smile.

"Oh, yes."

I nodded heavily, and the arc of the corner of my mouth never let go.

"My friend found what he wanted to do."

After speaking, I couldn't wait to send another text message to Oda.

[Yui: I feel like I can't hold back the eagerness to see Oda's works! ]

[Oda: Not so fast yet. ]

[Oda: If I write it out, I will show it to you as soon as possible. ]

Seeing this, I knew that Oda should have received my last reply, so he replied in the text message after seeing the request I made at that time.

Therefore, he gave an affirmative answer as an agreement between us.

This time I didn't need my mother to speak, I knew that the corners of my mouth must be raised.

You must know that even between friends, there will be psychological differences.

In this way, even if Oda makes new friends later, I will be the first to see his work!

Although this kind of mentality is very naive, I still couldn't help but feel happy, and I rolled happily in my heart with a little smug emotion.

[Yui: In this case, Oda will be a novelist in the future, and he can live on the manuscript fee. ]

[Oda: [Novelist] This title, I still can't achieve it now. ]

[Oda: Even if it is written now, probably no editor will be able to appreciate it at this level, so it is not possible to make a living on the manuscript fee for the time being. ]

[Oda: If you live only on savings, sooner or later you will have to sit and eat, so I found a new job. ]

When we received this message, our family had already arrived at the old house in Yokohama.

Because someone has been hired to take care of it, the house is still very clean, and you can move in directly.

Mom and Dad were chatting in the living room, and I was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of water, and replying to Oda's message.

[Yui: What is Oda's new job? ]

While waiting for Oda's reply, I was also making guesses in my heart, and all the jobs that came to my mind were very technical and highly paid jobs.Until my mobile phone gave a notification that I received a message, I looked down——

[Oda: I joined port mafia. ]

"puff--"

When I saw the content clearly, the water I just drank in my mouth spurted out instantly.