Why aren't people raising me

Five enlightenment.

Gojo Satoru who grew into a young man.

Although it seems that his facial features are not much different from the ones in memory, his facial features are still handsome and clear, his eyes under the sunglasses are so beautiful, his blinking eyelashes have a strong sense of presence, and the smile on his lips is also playful and flamboyant, but Something that has been precipitated by time and experience.

Masaharu Nakahara looked at the imposing young man, to his surprise, he didn't panic and stiffen, he thought he might avoid seeing him.But the fact is that he feels everything is very natural, and even has an illusion in a trance: he just separated from his friend for a few years, and now they meet each other, that's all.

He has the joy of reunion, and he also has the anxiety of being unfamiliar. Besides, he is a little bit at a loss.

He should face Gojo Satoru as Nakahara Masaharu.

Yaji warned himself.

But the kindness and familiarity of friends is real. Masaharu Nakahara watched Gojo Satoru and Fukui Hui greet each other, and watched him put his chin by the window and argue with a child in an old and unscrupulous way.

"For the first time, you actually asked me to pick you up." Gojo Satoru blinked, and met Masaharu Nakahara, "Still with this kid."

The little friend Masaharu Nakahara smiled,

This should be just a very ordinary smile, at least in Masaharu's view, there is no flaw.

But Gojo Satoru's expression froze, he stared at him closely suddenly, and frowned, his expression seemed to have seen something rare and important, and he needed to recall and ponder.

Changing face in public is a very disturbing expression, Masaharu Nakahara blinked, and his head was touched, "Masaharu, do you know him?"

Probably the appearance of Matsuda Jinpei calling him Masaharu gave Gojo Satoru some sense of sight. The white-haired young man put his fingers to his lips with a strange complexion, and his expression became a little more contemplative and scrutinized.

"Yes, he thinks I'm like his friend's son."

Masaharu Nakahara said calmly.

Matsuda Jinpei: "...son?"

He glanced at Gojo Satoru's luxury car, then looked at his outstanding appearance, hooked up with an unknown celebrity for a second, and then showed a false social smile, "This child was found after being lost for a long time, maybe It's really your friend's kid."

Masaharu Nakahara hissed secretly.

Matsuda, the only confused and sober person present, didn't know any secret information, but spoke steadily.

Gojo Satoru got out of the car.

He didn't care more about Masaharu Nakahara than usual, and he wouldn't delay his normal thinking and life for it. He only cared about Masaharu's life experience, not Masaharu's identity. An important factor is that Gojo Satoru has never seen Akashi Masaharu as a child.

The growth of a child can be said to be an earth-shaking change that begins in one night. In adolescence, only the shadow of a child can be vaguely seen, and the timbre will become more recognizable from gender-ambiguous clearness due to the voice-changing period.

Apart from that face and that name, Masaharu Nakahara doesn't match Masaharu Akashi in anything.

"Lost?" But Gojo Satoru still reacted to Matsuda Jinpei's words, "But he is very lively and optimistic now, when did he find it?"

"A little over a year ago," Matsuda Jinpei said, "he was well taken care of by his adoptive brother."

Masaharu Nakahara interjected, "I'm very lucky."

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, and for some reason, the aura around him changed subtly.

"Little friend." Gojo Satoru leaned down slightly, pushed the sunglasses to his forehead, and moved closer to Masaharu Nakahara, "Do you still remember the first thing you remember?"

He never called Yazhi's name seriously.

Masaharu Nakahara held his breath subconsciously, at such a short distance, those dazzling six eyes almost sucked him in, he and Gojo Satoru looked at each other, when someone touched his face suddenly.

Masaharu Nakahara stared wide-eyed.

The white-haired young man asked him in an inexplicably gentle tone, "Have you cried?"

Yazhi's expression was blank, "...I had a nightmare."

His eyes subconsciously follow Gojo Satoru's eyes. Masaharu Nakahara has the habit of observing people, and the friend who survived in his memory last second is standing in front of him at this moment, and every slight change in his expression is showing him strangeness and perfection. vitality, and—

Masaharu Nakahara's eyebrows twitched, and he felt an unnatural throbbing in his chest.

It was throbbing with a bit of pain, as if he had longed for something, but now he got it.

and what?

Is someone still remembering me, looking for my traces, and touching my heart for me?

"The first thing I remember..." Masaharu Nakahara whispered, "It was snow."

"... Xuetian?" Wujo Wu repeated, "It's not..." He swallowed the words that followed.

Gojo Satoru reached out and lifted Masaharu Nakahara's collar.

"Huh."

He uttered an emotionless syllable,

Because of his actions, Matsuda Jinpei also saw the indentation on Masaharu Nakahara's shoulder, which was black in the vision of the conjurer, but to ordinary people, it was a bruise, as if he had been raped Ordinary traces, embedded on the fair skin, are extremely eye-catching.

Matsuda Jinping almost called the police, oh, he is a criminal policeman himself.

"Yaji! What's on your shoulder?" He carefully checked Yazhi's other shoulder, there was also a handprint, "Doesn't it hurt? How did you do it? After you and I met for so long, why didn't you show it?" Woolen cloth?"

Masaharu Nakahara was busy digesting his memory, was busy fighting against the vortex of emotions, and had a spat with the two-faced Su Nuo, and indeed forgot the pain of his own wound.

"I forgot." Nakahara Masaharu said truthfully, "It doesn't hurt very much, it just looks scary."

It really didn't hurt, and compared to the injuries Nakahara Masaharu had suffered in the past, this was very light.

While they were talking, Gojo Satoru looked behind Masaharu Nakahara.

Only Fu Heihui, who had been staring at him, could see that the eyes of the white-haired young man were extremely indifferent. The eyes were originally cold-toned eyes. After completely suppressing the warm emotions, they were really as cold as broken ice.

Gojo Satoru beckoned vaguely,

The father and mother rushed out as if they were summoned, and came to him almost instantly. The huge body cast a shadow that covered the sky and the sun. Masaharu Nakahara was startled by its movement and looked back.

The airflow from the curse spirit brushed his hair,

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "Can you see it?"

This is very firm.

"Kid, can you see this curse spirit?"

Matsuda Jinpei looked up blankly,

His keen senses sensed that something was approaching, but there was clearly nothing in his field of vision.

curse spirit.

An experienced criminal police officer knows this kind of thing. Although most of his contacts are explosives disposal cases, he sometimes has to track down some criminal gangs. During the investigation, he also encountered cases such as curse killings.

Curse to kill?

Matsuda Jinpei was very dismissive when he first heard about it.

As a result, the case was handed over and handed over to professionals to handle it, and they were strictly ordered to keep it silent.

"Professionals? Professionals who engage in curse-killing cases?" The young police officer Matsuda had never heard of it before. "It wouldn't be some corrupt person in power who did evil things to avoid being traced..."

"Hush..." The colleague motioned him not to continue, "It's really not good, we just pretend we haven't seen this case, you know?"

But later, after a long career, Matsuda Jinhei also heard or experienced some bizarre cases.

These cases are finally solved by one kind of person-the conjurer.

There are inhuman forces in this world.

It's just because people always feel that it's too far away from their ordinary life, so they acquiesce that they won't meet them, and they acquiesce that they can live a peaceful life.

Because he cared too much, Matsuda Jinpei later deliberately checked the information and asked his superiors. Probably the superiors had a preference for him and believed that he could reach a higher position, so he told him everything he knew.

Matsuda Jinpei tightened his hand subconsciously, he looked at Masaharu Nakahara's focused eyes as he clearly saw something, and his stunned expression,

"Masaharu...does he have the talent of that world?"

***

Nakahara Masaharu followed Matsuda Jinpei back home,

After he showed his ability to see his father and mother, Gojo Satoru, like any teacher who discovers talents, gave Matsuda Jinpei as a parent a general knowledge of spells, spell power, spells, etc., and said that if If Masaharu wanted to, he could enter a high school in Tokyo at the age of 15.

They say they want to, but because people with more talents in mantras can see the mantra, their normal life will be affected by the mantra, and they are also easy to be discovered and targeted by the mantra, so 90.00% of the people will choose to enroll and practice self-protection skills, and parents agree with this.

Matsuda Jinpei did not expect to encounter such a rare treasure for human beings.

"So Masaharu, do you plan to become a conjurer in the future?"

"No, I'm going to be a policeman." Masaharu Nakahara refused without thinking.

Matsuda Jinpei stopped preparing dinner, "Don't you think it's cool?"

Everyone has imagined that they have superpowers and can save the world like a superman, but in the eyes of outsiders who don't know the inside story, a conjurer is very similar to this identity. When imagining, playing role-playing is Soda Superman fighting monsters.

"No, it's very bitter." Masaharu Nakahara finished his homework quickly, with a hot towel folded into a tofu shape on his shoulders, but no matter how he moved, the towel wouldn't fall off.

... With this demeanor, did you secretly take a cram school?

Matsuda Jinhei noticed this little detail with sharp eyes.

He actually doesn't have the eyesight of Kenji Hagiwara, but once someone gets along day and night with someone, he can recognize him from a distance from his back.

But Masaharu Nakahara didn't notice his gaze, and continued, "Conjurer is a profession that doesn't live in praise."

In essence, like the police, he is actually protecting the people and the stability of the society, and like the police, he is also threatened with his life, but he cannot be respected and appreciated by people openly, and more importantly, he does not understand.

Why did Xia Youjie cast a shadow on ordinary people during that time.

Because he didn't gain goodwill from ordinary people, and he worked so hard to exorcise the curse spirit, but he would be accused by people who didn't know why. They didn't know what he did, and some people even thought he should do everything for granted.

"And the curse spirit is really ugly, uglier than the monsters on TV."

Hearing the heaviness and transparency described by Masaharu, Matsuda Jinpei was suddenly speechless, "How do you understand so well?"

Masaharu Nakahara looked at him, "I just know."

He ran to Matsuda Jinpei, looked up with longing eyes, "I still want to be a policeman."

"Saving people in a dignified way?"

"Yeah, if I don't get remembered for doing good deeds, then I think I'll be broke soon."

"Don't say anything you can't hold back."

"...Because I'm not a good person." Nakahara Masaharu said seriously, "If I can live with a sincere and kind heart, that would be great."

Yazhi felt that he was just an ordinary person with a conscience.

The people saved by the conjurer are basically people who died unnaturally. That is to say, none of the good deeds done by Masaharu Akashi as a conjurer will be recorded by the god of death.

But he continued down that road.

"Brother Zhenping, if you don't stir the soup, it will become mushy."

"Ah? Hey... I've been busy talking to you."

"Actually, I can cook too."

"Your height is too dangerous to operate these things. What if you fall off the bench and overturn the pot?"

"..."

"...Are you vaguely reminding me that cooking is not delicious?"

Masaharu Nakahara stared, "No! I never said that!"

Occasionally, there will be times when more salt is added or less.

The culinary skills of the golden bachelor should not be forced, and Masaharu Nakahara himself is not much better.

"Damn it! My fingers are very nimble! Even if I want to save the soup that's about to melt—!"

"Finger fingers have nothing to do with cooking delicious food..."

"Masaharu, have you finished your homework?"

"It's already been written."

They were noisy in the open kitchen. Nakahara Masaharu was tapped by Matsuda Jinhei's wet fingertips, and he wiped it with his hand, "Nishi, watermelon juice?!"

The curly-haired young man's eyes were full of laughter and comfort with him, "You cried like this when you got out of school."

"Brother Zhenping! You bully me for not being taller than you!"

"Hahahahaha..."

At the end of the laugh, Matsuda Jinpei said, "Then I rejected Wutiao for you?"

"..." Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips and didn't reply for a while.

Matsuda Jinpei understood and rubbed his head, "Okay, I understand, let's talk about it when you grow up, it's still early anyway."

***

On the other side, Gojo Satoru got the DNA test report of Nakahara Masaharu.

When he met the child for the first time, he quietly smoothed two hairs from his hat. The magician's genetic information is kept secret, but Gojo Satoru has the right to get everything about Akashi Masaharu.

Looking at the 99.99% value on the paternity test, Gojo Satoru fell silent.

"……so?"

Nitro also glanced at him, "So it's really a son?"

Gojo Satoru was sitting on the sofa, staring deeply at the black and white paper, his eyes were not focused, he was not actually looking at it.

"I've checked that kid, and I almost dug him up from the root." Wujo Wu raised his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling quietly, which is a posture that makes it easy to let go of his mind, "But, guess what?"

"Is there something strange?"

"His identity is not a problem, but this is the biggest problem." Gojo Satoru raised a finger, "The hospital's birth certificate, his parents' identities, interviews with neighbors before he died, and when he was lost in other people's minds The memories of the child are all indicating that there is a process of gestation for this child, and it is reasonable to come into the world, but..."

Gojo Satoru changed his voice, "However, the 'friends' and 'neighbors' they called, that is, Masaharu's 'parents', have nothing to do with Masaharu Akashi, but they own Masaharu Nakahara."

There was a coldness in the six eyes, as if he had glimpsed the evil of human nature, showing a bit of disappointment and loneliness, and almost overflowing anger,

"That child may have been created based on Akashi Masaharu's genes." Gojo Satoru looked at Iamuri Koko's dazed eyes, his lips were pursed, and he didn't mean to be joking at all, "And it was when Akashi Masaharu was still there." , Someone came up with this kind of action, maybe it failed, maybe in order not to eliminate the evidence, they abandoned Masaharu Nakahara, and wanted him to disappear from then on, and then saw that the matter of Masaharu Akashi gradually subsided, and let the lost The child is back."

Home into the glass: "..."

Jia Ruozi lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth tremblingly, "I actually think it makes sense."

"I must be right!" Gojo Satoru jumped up, and he snapped his fingers at the same time, walking back and forth angrily, "I just don't know who did it now! Damn it! How could such a thing be done—"

"sure?"

"Is this report a fake?" Gojo Satoru turned his head, "This is a human experiment! There is nothing more sinister than this."

"..."

Jia Ruozi lowered her eyes, facing her friend's excitement, she seemed a little too plain,

But it is not an emotional temperament to be in the nitrous, and it is even more so in recent years.

"...Glass?"

"Does Jay know?"

"How would he know? He's busy arranging the money paid by the benefactors this quarter."

"Then what are you going to do with this kid?"

Gojo Satoru was silent.

He thought of the way Masaharu Nakahara looked up at him, with curiosity towards strangers and trust in adults, the corners of his lips had a slight natural upward curve, which looked like he was smiling, reserved, natural, and habitual Sexual - very similar to Akashi Masaharu.

"That child is a product of evil," Gojo Satoru said, "but he is not evil."

The white-haired young man carefully put away the genetic identification report, and his expression regained his composure, "I can't leave him alone, this is Masaharu's child... Well, it's too weird to say that."

He muttered softly, "But that kid really looks like Yazhi, it makes me feel... like a continuation of Yazhi."

Gojo Satoru thought back to the day when the four of them discussed the future together.

Now that the content talks about love, it is natural to talk about getting married and having children, but they are all too young, and it is too early to talk about that, and it is a bit awkward and embarrassing.

But Akashi Masaharu is very calm, "If I have a child, I will definitely give him all my love."

At the age of 16, he planned his life well, and he also imagined the family he had formed, "Because I know what love is like, so I think, my child must be the happiest child in the world."

The happiest...child in the world?

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, "It's decided."

Jia Ruozi shuddered a little when he thought about it, "What's wrong?"

Even if his contemporaries are a few years older, sometimes his brains will twitch and he will say something amazing.

"Why don't I just be that kid's godfather!" Gojo Gojo said to himself, "It's Masaharu's kid after all, so I should..."

"I advise you to give up this idea." Nitrogen said mercilessly, "Being a father is simply the greatest disaster."

"Nitro~"

"I still have a task, so walk slowly."

"If you benefit me, you will be well-raised?" Gojo Satoru seemed not to have heard the words of chasing customers away.

But Nitro said, "Don't you have an older brother?"

……right.

Masaharu Nakahara has an older brother.

Gojo Satoru was still confident, "I have an older brother, but no father!"

"Why are you so eager to be a father?" Jia Ruozi's eyes twitched, "You are only 22 years old."

"What does it matter?" Liuyan didn't care about the worldly eyes, "According to seniority, I'm not his father or even his uncle."

Jia Ruozi felt that he might not be able to turn the axis in his head.

She let out a puff of smoke towards the window, "By the way, I heard that my father and mother ran out."

Talking about this, Gojo Satoru's mouth drooped,

"Yes, it ran out and followed Masaharu Nakahara."

Gojo Satoru glanced towards the corner, "But I didn't expect that even it could mistake Masaharu."

There was a bit of a sense of injustice and disappointment for Masaharu Akashi in these words.

In the corner, the father and mother who found the topic about him showed two heads. It tried its best to restrain the malice it carried, even so, its breath was very frightening to the conjurer.

"He looks too much like Yazhi." Mother replied, "It's too much like him."

It learned by itself to hide Masaharu's identity.

Even if the father and mother have the ability to see through the soul, even if it is 100% sure that Nakahara Masaharu is Akashi Masaharu, it will not tell anyone, even Masaharu's "friends".

because……

The mother withdrew half of her face into the ground, and only stared at the two people with a pair of eyes in a vague and vigilant manner.

——Humans killed Masaharu.

This cognition has always been stuck in the heart of the curse spirit, so that it will not give the slightest trust.

After Yazhi died, Liuyan was confined for three months, and his father and mother broke free from the seal and wandered alone in the world for a long time.

It can't find the child anywhere, and it has a secret connection with Yazhi. That connection supports its reason, and it will always tell it when it is about to give up: I am still there.

Yaji's soul is still there.

As long as there is this thought, this thought that is not even 100% sure, it is like watching the candlelight to survive the cold winter, and it will not be completely cold and fall into the boundless hell of despair.

Then after the six eyes were released, the wandering father and mother met him.

Not by chance.

The messy-haired boy stood in front of it, as if he had lost some weight, and his eyes were full of depression.

"come over."

He stretched out his hand to the confused mantra, "Follow me, those people won't do anything to you."

As if he had found something that could last, Gojo Satoru wanted to hold onto Akashi Masaharu's father and mother firmly,

So...does it count that you are still by my side?