super dangerous novelist

Two exhausted conjurers sat side by side in front of Jiang Ye's corpse, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

After a long silence, Gojo Satoru spoke.

"By the way... what's his name?"

To be honest, he didn't pay much attention to saving this mission. He only heard Noctuma say that there is a person in Yokohama who may have the ability to spell. The school noticed it as early as two years ago in the chaotic situation. Identity failed to move further.

But this time, "window" detected heavy snowfall in Yokohama suddenly, and received contact from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and took action after confirming that the incident had something to do with Eno himself.

Because Jiang Ye was not a threat in terms of spells, so he sent two of their first-year students to carry out the task, so he didn't worry about it, and he didn't know the name of the other party so far...

Xia Youjie raised his hand to grab his bangs, his expression was gloomy, "Ye Moth said his pen name is ENO, but in Japanese it should be Eno."

"Jiangye..." Gojo Wu pondered for a moment, then suddenly became irritable, "Ah, how do I explain to Noctua? What should I do? Do I want to take the corpse back?"

After all, they are still too weak now.

Neither of them can defeat a special curse spirit, and they need an ordinary person to exorcise the curse spirit for them at the cost of their lives...

It's a real shame...

What a shame!

Xia Youjie was also shaken in his heart, and before he opened his mouth to say anything, he turned his head and looked somewhere, "It doesn't seem to work, someone is here."

I saw a young man in a white coat with loose black hair slowly walking towards the horizon.

Gojo Wu looked over, then stood up together with Xia Youjie.

When the man approached and saw Jiang Ye's body, there was only a flash of surprise in his purple eyes for a moment, but when he raised his eyes again, he returned to nature, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The two of you can leave now. I will personally bring Zhenjun Xue's body back to the organization."

He said "body", not "corpse".

Gojo Satoru is alert.

So he stared at Mori Ogai's actions, watching him squatting beside Eno Yukina, arranging the other's messy hair with his hands, stroking the other's head like treating his beloved child, and whispering something in his mouth.

Xia Youjie took a look and moved away. They really had no reason to stay here anymore.

But when he turned to leave, he was suddenly pulled back by Gojo Satoru behind him.

"Jay..."

"?"

Looking back at Gojo Satoru's astonished gaze, I saw that the "corpse" on the ground resumed breathing at some point, its chest heaved, and the originally pale complexion was also given a touch of vitality due to the reflow of blood.

"!!"

The two felt like lightning strikes again.

The corpse came back to life!

During the time when Jiang Yexuezhen "died", his consciousness seemed to have left his body, traveled through several years, and returned to the time when he first had memories.

Five years ago, on the European battlefield——

This was originally a war belonging to people with different abilities. Due to various interest disputes, neighboring countries have joined this increasingly nonsensical melee.

When Jiang Ye Xuezhen woke up, he was lying in a trench full of corpses. His body was covered with other people's stumps and blood.

After standing up, the sound of frenzied bombardment covered everything, various hot weapons fought with each other, and the earth was ruthlessly destroyed between lightning and flint.

He was "born" from the battlefield.

There was nothing left in his mind, only a syllable similar to the name, and a language that seemed to be carved in his blood accompanied him, but this language was understood by no one but himself.

So at that time, he would only shuttle between the battlefields alone, and it was also at that time that a certain organization obtained relevant information.

He moved from one battlefield to another, and the people around him died one by one, and each time Ou was left alone at the end. His "natural" ability seemed to protect him from death.

At that time, he was thinking that a fragile life is the most charming only at the moment of being destroyed.

This world is also, I really want to see that fascinating scene with my own eyes.

Consciousness flowed, time came to a certain time on the way to transfer the battlefield, he met a kind-hearted old man.

The old man was Italian, and Jiang Ye couldn't fully understand what he said, but at least he had stayed with a few comrades who spoke this language, so he could understand a little bit.

The old man said he would take him home.

Family?

He has never had such a thing as "home".

He has always lived in no fixed place, and gallops on the battlefield in a mess. His hands smell either of iron filings or engine oil, and even more of the smell of blood. Even at this time, they are covered with black paint and sticky unknown substances.

It can be said that the battlefield is his home, and gunpowder is his long-term partner.

But the gentle Jiudaimu still held his dirty hand, and gently but firmly brought him into the Vongola family.

"This is a new member of our family, his name is Eno." This is how Kudaime introduced him to others.

Kudaime was very kind to him, as considerate as his own son, and arranged for a teacher to teach him Italian, and even helped him wake up the deadly flames that were sleeping in his body.

Orange-yellow color, warm and will not burn those around you.

This is the flame that belongs to Jiang Ye alone - the Entangling Flame.

Anyone who comes into contact with him will be connected by the invisible "flame", and they are destined to be connected and entangled with each other.

"Because Einuo is a very gentle child, he will have such a gentle flame."

Although Jiudaimu said so, Jiang Ye didn't feel how gentle he was.

He doesn't like humans, but only likes cold machines. After being awakened by the flame of death, he changed his target and began to research and design experiments related to flame.

He made a black ring that was exactly the same shape as the Daiku ring worn by Jiudaimu, and designed many boxes that could be opened with flames, as well as thermal weapons that could be stored in the boxes...

Among them is the fake death bomb, which is a product he made on a whim.

But because of the side effects, he never used it for himself...

Because the bullet is made of his "coiled inflammation", hitting the head will give the brain a false signal of "death", and the body will fall into real death after receiving this signal.

After the winding effect loses its effect, the body will still come alive again.

Although no important parts of the brain were harmed, the process of waking up the brain was extremely slow. When his body fully woke up, his whole body would appear in a strange and sluggish state.

So, when Jiang Ye opened his eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was a remnant soul floating in time and space, or a numb body, and his consciousness couldn't really control this body.

All three people present fell on Jiang Ye, who had come back from the dead. I saw that the other party had no expression on his face. After he was carefully helped up by the black-haired man, his head was hanging weakly, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he was expressionless. , more like a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

"Xue Zhenjun, how much is this?" Mori Ogai stretched out two fingers to him, and asked softly.

The young man's eyes slowly focused on those two fingers, his head was tilted, and he muttered out a bunch of unintelligible languages.

All meaningless syllables.

Mori Ogai withdrew his finger and said with emotion: "Sure enough, the side effects are not picky."

After confirming, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the young man's cheek without warning, and saw an afterimage passing by.

"Snapped--"

The boy's head was slapped to one side, and immediately there were conspicuous red marks on his pink cheeks.

The two conjurers opened their eyes slightly: "!"

Mori Ogai straightened Jiang Ye's head again. At this time, the boy finally blinked a little, his hair was slightly messed up against his cheeks, and the palm prints set off his pretty face with a kind of abusive beauty.

He stretched out another finger, and his magnetic voice caught the other party's attention with force that cannot be ignored, "Zhen Zhenjun Xue, what is this?"

The shock he felt when he first saw Jiang Yexue's "corpse" was true, but he was more amazed at the other party's bold behavior.

The traces of the "corpse" were similar to those he had seen in the interrogation room, so he inferred that Jiang Ye had used a fake death bomb on himself.

It was a special bullet used only for prisoners of war, produced by the mechanic Jiang Ye himself.

Because it can make people's brain quickly enter a state of suspended animation, as time goes by, the body has already woken up, while the brain is still in a state of being anesthetized.

At this time, you can get answers to any questions you ask the other party, which is an excellent means of interrogating confidentiality.

Moreover, before the formal interrogation of the captives in the numb state, only by stimulating the other party can they enter the state of being able to respond to the outside world from the empty state.

So he had to stretch out his hand and slap Jiang Ye. Although he left some strength in his hands, when the handprints appeared on the snow-white face, it still looked very ferocious.

And everyone reacts differently when they switch over.

Some stimuli and feedback responses are too large, leading to vomiting, diarrhea, and incontinence.

However, Jiang Ye just stared at his fingers for a few seconds, his eyelashes were half closed, his lips were slightly parted, and there seemed to be no change.

Mori Ogai was thinking about whether to stimulate him again, but before he could move his hands, he saw that the eyes of the other party were slowly getting wet and red, the brows were tightly wrinkled, and the next second he directly pursed his mouth and cried loudly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Like the cry of a newborn baby.

Mori Ogai: "!"

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie: "?"

Jiang Ye leaned against him and wailed loudly, tears poured out of his eyes, ran across the burning skin on his face, gathered on his sharp chin, and hit the back of Mori Ogai's hand.

It looks very cute, like a puppy wet by rain.

Crying and crying, the boy unconsciously grabbed the things around him and stuffed them into his arms, including Mori Ogai's hand.

Mori Ogai looked up helplessly at the two conjurers who were full of doubts, and patted Jiang Ye, who was slowly turning from howling to sobbing, "It's all right now, Master Xue Zhen just woke up, I'll take it with you first." He's back."

"Wait a minute!" Gojo Satoru was the first to recover from his stupefaction, "We still have something to take him back to Tokyo."

"Let's put it down to next time if there's anything else to do." Mori Ogai patted Jiang Ye on the back, grabbed the other's legs and stood up in his arms, "He is not suitable for facing strangers now."

Eno seemed to be agreeing, crying out of breath, hugged Mori Ogai's neck with both hands, buried his face in the other's shoulder and sobbed silently.

In the eyes of the two, Jiang Ye always turned his back to them, and the cloth on the young man's shoulders was wet with tears.

Gojo Wu glanced at Xia Youjie, who also signaled him to take it easy.

Mori Ogai took Jiang Ye away in front of them until he left the slum...

Now is the prime time to "interrogate" Xue Zhenjun at will, what should I ask?

However, as soon as this thought came into being, the person in his arms stopped sobbing, and cast a resentful gaze.

"Your face hurts, Ogai."

"..."