After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

The method adopted by the employees transferred from the technical group was exactly as APTX4869 said.

When Kazuki Matsushiro and the system were hesitant about this tram problem, the technical brother explained several rounds of back and forth with the logistics team leader and finally came up with a solution.

"How about it," he scratched his hair, "Forget about this data, I'll try to delete the unknown data string first."

He was just an employee who was temporarily transferred from the technical group to deal with the problem. How could he be familiar with the code structure of the world to which the logistics group belonged? It would be impossible for him to fill in the data with disordered programs.

But it can't solve the missing data, it is still possible to solve this unknown data string.

The logistics team leader didn't know anything about these, so he had to stand by and probe: "Will there be no problems in the deleted world?"

The technical guy thought for a while: "Generally speaking, it's fine."

Logistics team leader: "So this major accident is just to delete the data string?"

"...No, there are many reasons for the program disorder. If such problems occur in the future, don't delete them randomly when the technology is not there," the technical supporter said, "I said delete and try to mean that if you delete it If the program can be restored, there is no need to complete the data for the time being.”

The logistics team leader nodded with a vague understanding: "Then what if it can't be deleted after deletion?"

The technical guy silently said, "...then contact your technical team."

Before he could continue talking, the employee next to him spread his hands at the two of them: "I can't get in touch."

"Hiss—" The logistics team leader felt as if he hadn't asked this question, and the problem went back and forth to their team's technology that they couldn't contact today.

If you really think about it, the cause of everything is that Kazuki Matsushiro went to the hospital for a re-examination today. If he knew it earlier, he should have persuaded him to go to the hospital again tomorrow.

He rubbed his temples with a headache, it really wasn't that he hurt Matsushiro Kazuki on purpose, he is a science student with little literary literacy, he really thinks that's how the word "beautiful woman is a disaster" is used in this way.

The gossip spread more and more widely. The time Kazuki Matsushiro was taken away by the ambulance before he was hospitalized, he had a sense of presence in the whole world for a while. He died suddenly after working overtime, and died for love.

Everyone likes to join in the fun, not only the members of their group like to have a meal with Matsushiro Kazuki's face, but also other groups like to come and observe the gossip center.Even though he spent most of his time in the logistics team these days in the reference room, he rarely appeared in the hall outside.

The leader of the logistics team would be amazed every day when he received a bunch of applications from inside and outside the group to look up materials. Kazuki Matsushiro was holding the files under the light in the reference room, and his gaze was downcast, which was really bluffing.

Reincarnation is really a skill, and he will look like this in his next life.

At this moment, Kazuki Matsushiro was sitting at the table, talking to his system with his face sideways.The system whose serial number is too long to remember is controlling the RGB on its body to flash red, and it doesn't know what it is talking about.

The red light shot from the side, smoothly outlining Kazuki Matsushiro's sharp-edged jaw and superior Yamane outline, slightly illuminating his frowning brows and half of his slender eyelashes.

Cooperating with the snow-white wall behind, it seems that the profile of the whole person is as crisp and neat as a line drawing without modification, very light, very shallow, revealing a point of bewilderment and bewilderment that only familiar people can see.

The logistics team leader was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that the problem was Kazuki Matsushiro's mission world.

He was hospitalized before because he stayed up all night to sort out the world data, and he was dragged to the brain department by an ambulance after he saved the world from the director with his body that was about to faint.Who would have thought that within a few days after being discharged from the hospital, something would happen to the world again.

With the frequency of this accident, even an atheist like the logistics team leader would have to doubt whether Matsushiro Kazuki and this task world were born to conflict.

"Then what... Kazuki Matsushiro," the logistics team leader thought for a while, and felt that he had to say something, "Don't think too much, it's not a big deal, the person sent by the technical team said that it would be fine after deleting the redundant data strings. "

"What I'm saying is that if the program can be restored after deletion, there is no need to complete the data," the technical guy corrected rather shamelessly, "I can't guarantee that deletion will work."

"Try and talk, maybe it's all right," the logistics team leader touched the tip of his nose, glanced at Kazuki Matsushiro and couldn't hold back his thoughts, "Anyway, it's not a big problem, so don't think too much about it, or you'll have to go back Hospitalized, the old man of your attending physician will have to kill me."

"Then I'll start deleting now?" The technical boy scratched his head and asked in a raised voice behind him.

"Delete it, delete it."

"Don't... wait a minute."

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

"What are you waiting for?" The logistics team leader was taken aback, looked at Kazuki Matsushiro, was immediately taken aback by him, and instantly forgot what he was going to ask, "Kazuki Matsushiro, are you okay?"

When he watched it before, Kazuki Matsushiro was still sitting upright by the table in the corner of the room, the system ball was floating beside his face, flashing red light.

After a few words, he bent his forearms on the table, hunched his back and buried his eyes in his arms, "The voice he said didn't sound right, it seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, There is a little bit of tension in the peacetime external state that looks like two different people.

"It's okay." Kazuki Matsushiro took a long time to lift his head from his arms, his face was frighteningly pale, "...Maybe it's okay."

"You can't possibly, I should have known that I shouldn't have told you about this just now," the head of the logistics team was buzzing, "You have to go for a re-examination tomorrow."

The most important thing for brain damage is to calm down and avoid emotional ups and downs. If Kazuki Matsushiro goes on like this, it is really possible to send himself back to the inpatient department.

I don't know if it's because he has been in the mission world for more than ten years, and because the world has just been on the verge of reimbursement, Matsushiro Kazuki has always been very sensitive on issues related to this world.

The logistics team leader looked at the technical guy who looked at a bewilderment and didn't know whether to delete it, and patted Kazuki Matsushiro on the shoulder to persuade him: "Don't worry, this kind of BUG is very common, and it's just a matter of deleting a piece of data."

He is learning and selling now, with a sophisticated and skillful tone, as if he is the one who knows how to program.

It doesn't look like it was tortured by technology a few minutes ago.

"...No," Kazuki Matsushiro shook his head, not knowing how to tell him what decision he was facing, so he closed his eyes and gave a random reason, "I'm a little nervous."

His mind is a mess now, and he can't find any other reason.

"Damn, why are you nervous, there is a specialization in surgery," the logistics team leader heaved a sigh of relief, patted him on the shoulder and teased, "Hey, I'm afraid that the attributes of your missing male mother are all focused on the safety of the mission world. "

This simply treats the mission world like an eyeball, a gesture of vowing to live and die with the world.

"I..." Matsushiro Kazuki paused, as if he didn't know how to speak, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

His bloodless lips were almost supporting every lie that came out of his mouth related to his physical condition: "Can you drive me to the hospital first?"

He is like a doomed person who keeps procrastinating and trying to find the answer before his death. He can't make the decision to erase his former classmates by himself, and he can't lose the whole world to bet with Gojo Satoru on a possibility.

He can't make up his mind.Just want to delay the world of making decisions a little more...

Cross-group operations must be approved by the team leader. If the logistics team leader is not present, employees in the technical team cannot decide to delete data without authorization.

He knows that there is a certain amount of processing time for such technical issues, and he must make a choice before this time.

But now, his muddy head just wants to escape for a short time.

"Ah?" The logistics team leader didn't expect that he was delaying time, he was stupid, "You didn't say you were uncomfortable just now."

"I have a headache," Kazuki Matsushiro buried his eyes in his arms again, and closed them like an ostrich, "I suddenly have a headache."

His voice was also very shallow, as if it would dissipate into the air in the next second.

"Wait, do you want to call 120?" Seeing his appearance, the logistics team leader was a little flustered, "Isn't the sudden headache really a severe brain damage?"

He hurriedly wanted to take out his cell phone.

At this moment, the machines in the logistics team suddenly let out a loud siren.

The logistics team leader paused, then straightened up abruptly, leaned on the table with great agility, and flipped out: "Where's the alarm?"

He looked around and locked his eyes on the positioning detection machine in the room.

"There is a world that is rising rapidly..." The staff of the logistics team who had been trying to contact the technology answered him, "Do you want to make a report?"

The technical brother in the technical group looked at the serial number code on the screen, and then looked at the machine in disbelief: "It is the world with disordered programs that is rising...!"

Kazuki Matsushiro stood up abruptly, knocking down a chair.

"Is the rise of the world caused by the disorder of the program?" The logistics team leader didn't have time to control Matsushiro Kazuki. When he heard the words "the rise of the world", his heart was half cold, and he could only try his best to maintain his calm voice, "Delete that data string now. Is it still too late to make a report?"

"It's not a problem with the data string," the technician said with a grim expression, "it's too late to do anything at this speed."

"If things go on like this, the world will hit us soon," he paused, "and there is no need to report an emergency of this level, it is estimated that it has already been automatically submitted to the General Administration."

"Bumped into us..." The staff of the logistics team saw this situation for the first time, and they stumbled, "What will happen?"

He has only been employed for less than half a year, and he has never seen such a situation.

"I don't know what will happen." The logistics team leader stepped forward and paused for a while, "Since the establishment of the General Administration, no world has ever hit us."

Except for the particularity of this batch of [Healthy Growth and Sunshine Childhood] worlds, which require artificial dispatch of employees to descend to a safe position, the other task worlds stay in their proper positions and will not move.

Before these mission worlds appeared, no one even considered the possibility of mission worlds colliding with them.

No one knows what happens when worlds collide.

"It will fall apart," the technician pushed his glasses. "According to the theory and the model established by our technical team's research and discussion, all mission worlds that hit us will fall apart."

"It's like a grain of dust hitting a big mountain head-on, a collision that is not of the same magnitude at all," he used a very irrational and romantic description, "The whole world will be annihilated into smoke and dust,"

"Uh...but," he thought for a while, not sure whether it was comforting or sarcastic, "but it will not have any impact or loss on our world. At most, the General Administration may dispatch a special team to investigate the cause of the rise and then collect data. Analyze the case, and finally give us a punishment..."

After all, a mission world was destroyed.

"Kazuki Matsushiro..." After hearing this explanation, the logistics team leader's first reaction was not to breathe a sigh of relief or worry about the imminent punishment, but to look at Kazuki Matsushiro.

These days Kazuki Matsushiro attaches great importance to this mission world. He sees it in his eyes and keeps it in his heart. He just said that Kazuki Matsushiro regards the mission world as his eyeball and vows to live and die with the world. As a result, the world will be destroyed in the next second. , What kind of crow's mouth is this.

Couldn't this inexplicable headache be a harbinger of the destruction of the world?

The logistics team leader subconsciously didn't dare to look at Kazuki Matsushiro's expression, and pulled him up to cover up: "Don't you have a headache? I'll take you to the hospital now."

The wrist in his hand was cold.

"Then what... I don't know if I can jump in the queue if I go to the brain department now," he changed the subject indiscriminately, "I'll drive and let's go now."

Matsushiro Kazuki did not speak.

The less he spoke, the more flustered the logistics team leader became.

He didn't expect this procedural disorder to be like this. If he had known that the world would be destroyed, he would not dare to let Kazuki Matsushiro follow him back to the headquarters.

Facing it directly is definitely different from knowing it afterwards, not to mention Kazuki Matsushiro's poor brain condition.

If Kazuki Matsushiro really wanted to do it because of him, he would never be able to forgive himself for what happened when he faced the task of destroying the world.

"Matsushiro..." He softened his tone, mustered up the courage to look at Matsushiro Kazuki, "Let's go?"

He saw Matsushiro Kazuki with a pale face, shaking his head slowly but firmly at him.

"Don't..." The logistics team leader was speechless because of his eyes, "Don't look, go to the hospital."

He saw Kazuki Matsushiro move his lips, and turned his gaze to the instrument in the middle of the room: "No."

"Don't look at it," he almost begged, "it's nothing to see."

"some."

After a few seconds, Kazuki Matsushiro sighed softly: "Yes, let me take one last look."

"Don't stop him." APTX4869 did not know when he floated in front of the logistics team leader, and the red light on his body flashed.

"You won't..." The logistics team leader looked at Kazuki Matsushiro through the system, and suddenly lost his voice.

There was a little water in his eyes, he didn't seem to be looking at the world that was about to be wiped out, but he seemed to have some inexplicable tiredness.

He suddenly seemed to know something.

But why is it at this time, this situation.

The data on the positioning instrument is about to drop to zero.

Everyone looked away.

Only Matsushiro Kazuki opened his eyes persistently, as if he wanted to look at his ten-year memories, the last wisp of smoke left by his former lover in this world.

APTX4869 did not remove the camera.

The electronic artificial intelligence wondered, is it only at this time, when you are about to leave the world, when everything is going to be silent, and all the past is going to be erased, will you show a little sincerity?

Matsushiro Kazuki didn't know what his system was thinking at this time.

He just felt that the eye sockets may have been opened for too long, and it was a little sour that was hard to distinguish.

Then, he suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes.

hallucinatory.

He seemed to see Gojo Satoru.

The smell of blood was so strong that it was almost suffocating all over his body, and he tore off the cloth strips from his eyes with one hand, and the blue eyes gleamed with fine fire and blood.

Then Gojo Satoru grabbed his wrist just like that, and kissed him involuntarily.

Matsushiro Kazuki subconsciously tilted his head, but was pinched by a hand full of wounds, and turned around viciously.

He looked straight into Gojo Satoru's eyes.

Gojo Satoru's expression showed an extreme calmness from madness, almost overwhelming possessiveness.

He said bloody: "I caught you."