Chapter 108
Gojo Satoru never imagined that the white-haired boy would be talking about the cake from that year in his last words.
How could he still be angry about the cake?
When he learned that the cake was poisoned, all of Gojo Satoru's guesses were overturned. What happened after that made him lose the chance to see the other person forever.
He still can't forget...
One month after Kamado Miru's death, he suddenly received a box of high-end cakes.
It is the original creation of French dessert master Dominc. It is very hard to come by and the number of places available for ordering is pitifully small.
Similarly, it was the same brand as the dessert that Gojo Satoru had poisoned and that was taken away and destroyed by Kamado Miru.
He was busy integrating the bloodbathed world of sorcery at the time, so how could he have the time to order a second dessert?
It is difficult for ordinary people to get a quota to purchase the product, so Gojo Satoru immediately checked who had placed the order.
final……
The investigation result was just as he thought, it was ordered by the Zenyuan family.
I just received it one month later, which means the other party placed the order one month ago.
And one month ago, it was the second day after his cake was destroyed by Kamado Kenryu.
This means that the next day after the other party took the cake, he immediately ordered a new one for himself as compensation.
…
I ordered a cake for him.
The person is gone.
Gojo Satoru took the exquisite gift box that the staff had sent to the technical high school, and he didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he accepted it.
The second week after that, he received new desserts.
Although it is not as good as Dominc's handmade desserts, it is also a well-known classic brand in the industry. Its taste has a very good reputation in many dessert shops, and the packaging is also a very delicate small gift box.
Not only in the second week, but every week thereafter, Wu Tiaowu would receive their desserts.
The delivery man told him that the desserts were supposed to be delivered weeks ago...
However, they were unable to contact the person who placed the order, and after verifying for a while they realized that the delivery was late.
It is said that the person who placed the order wanted to give it to the consignee as an apology, hoping that the consignee would be patient for a while before receiving formal compensation.
But the store is not sure now.
They were unable to contact the person who placed the order, and only contacted the Zen family, who gave a lukewarm response, and thoroughly verified their identity.
The card that the other party opened in the store still has a balance promotion, and there were gift-giving promotions in the past few years. If Gojo Satoru can contact the person who placed the order, he can help them inform them and confirm whether the other party is satisfied.
When Gojo Satoru heard this, he just wanted to laugh.
How could I possibly contact him?
——Shinto Miru will never come back.
All he could connect to was the corpse.
Now, his original inner thoughts have become reality, but Gojo Satoru's mouth can no longer lift up the slightest.
In the noisy subway station, the screams around me became background noise, the heavy breathing in my chest could not calm down for a long time, and all the scenes were blurry like a dream.
He squatted down and mechanically turned over the body that was lying motionless on the ground with its back to him.
The man's body was turned over, revealing an unfamiliar face.
The whites of his eyes rolled up and blood came out of all his orifices.
The other person's hair was a dull khaki color, he was tall and slender, and there was not a single good spot on his body.
The white-haired boy who was still alive and well a few seconds ago had long disappeared, leaving only a miserable sight of injuries.
It was as if the other party had never descended upon this body.
Gojo Satoru stared at the man for a long time, until the ordinary people on this floor were evacuated and new reinforcements rushed underground.
He raised his hand, and with his rough fingers he ran through his scattered white hair, covering his eyes which were filled with too much pressure.
Because, even if I had to do it all over again.
I didn't even say sorry.
***
[Wow, the live broadcast room suddenly opened again? 】
[What’s going on now? Ahhhhh, every time at a critical moment the live broadcast room is suddenly closed, I’m so anxious and worried]
[Aliu, are you okay?] The real person really deserves to die, he has brought disaster to so many people.
[Woohoo, Liu killed all the cyborgs by himself! He really... I cried my heart out, what a kind-hearted Bao.]
[Thank you Jianliu for saving those ordinary people. I am very moved every time I see Jianliu saving people.]
[The surrounding environment seems to have changed? How did it become a bar?
Just as the overwhelming comments said, Kamado Miru's soul has returned to his real body.
The system helped him open the live broadcast room.
The consciousness seemed to be in endless darkness, and every inch of the skin that seemed to be burned by flames began to improve, but the body seemed to be corroded by ice to the bone, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow and could never be eradicated.
The fog in my brain was cleared, my skin slowly regained its sense of touch, and my vision began to return.
Shen Du Jianliu could sense that the darkness in front of his eyes was no longer pitch black, but a faint light appeared.
He opened his eyes following the light, and immediately discovered—
I was held horizontally in someone's arms.
"...Mr. Dazai?"
He reached out and tugged at the sleeve of the man in front of him.
Because of this question, the air suddenly became silent for a while.
The arm that was supporting his knee seemed to pause, and the handsome young man holding him stopped immediately.
“…”
While the other party was silent, Shen Du Jianliu used his peripheral vision to judge the surrounding environment.
Still in Tokyo, in the Ginza district.
However, they were not in front of the bar in the bar, but in the narrow alley in front of Lupin's door, and it seemed that they had just come out not long ago.
Occasionally, passers-by walked by on the opposite side, but they didn't notice this side, and their steps were relatively hurried.
"Have you heard, is everything okay in Shibuya?"
"Who knows? I heard that many people are locked up in there. I wonder if Ginza will be affected... Let's go quickly!"
[Oh my goodness, so Jianliu really returned to Lupin's side? What happened before that, Zai, do you know?】
[Isn't it possible that A Liu teleported in front of Zai?]
[I Googled it and found that it takes 15 minutes to get from Ginza to Shibuya by subway, which is not too close but not too far either]
[Has 5t5 been banned? Jianliu’s live broadcast room was closed too early and I didn’t see 5t5.]
There is no problem in Shibuya anymore.
He cleared out all the cyborgs on the ground, and also eliminated all the cyborgs that spread from the exit of the Inomaru Line subway station to the fifth underground floor. Gojo Satoru was not sealed as the barrage said.
With the other party's strength, there will be no problem in handling the next matters.
Compared to that side...
There was something wrong with Mr. Dazai's mood.
Shen Du Jianliu stared at the black-haired young man whose face was blurred by the shadow. The other's handsome cheeks were almost covered by the fluffy bangs, and there was no smile at the corners of his mouth.
Is it because of my sudden “disappearance” just now?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai."
Shen Du Jian Liu did not let go of the other person's sleeve: "It was an emergency just now, I'm fine."
Since his soul had just returned to his body and even released the containment device, the sickly-looking white-haired boy spoke in a weak tone and his skin color was a shade paler than before.
"Mr. Dazai, I didn't deliberately hide what happened before."
"That second friend, I..."
"Stop talking."
Dazai Osamu remained silent, and suddenly interrupted his explanation——
"Stop talking, see the flow."
The young man's slender fingers were tightening, and in the eerie silence, his deep tone sounded a little withdrawn.
"I won't ask you again."
…
Shen Dujianliu frowned.
Dazai Osamu's expression was not as smiling as before. He raised his eyes a little and looked at himself calmly, as if he had suppressed and hidden all his emotions.
It even revealed a bit of over-contracted indifference.
There is a strong smell of despair.
"no."
Kamado Kenryu rejected the proposal without hesitation.
"Mr. Dazai said that we are best friends."
"Can you give me another chance to explain? Please care about me again."
The white-haired boy thought about it, and with the hand that had not been released, he continued to pull the collar of the black-haired young man's white lining, and said in a low and sincere tone: "Please."
“…”
Dazai Osamu was silent for a moment, but did not react much.
He just curled the corners of his mouth, without any smile on his face, and his iris-colored eyes shrouded in darkness were deep and profound.
However, deep in those abyss-like eyes, there lingers a sense of retreat and confusion.
"What a cunning child."
"You said that, but aren't you the one who didn't give me a chance?"
He had just confirmed the status of Shen Du Jian Liu.
Breathing stopped, heartbeat and pulse stopped, and body temperature began to dissipate.
The next second after he asked the other party the question, he fell in front of him.
What has been done to the body? Is there a restriction that cannot be spoken out?
Or is it that the body's functions are so poor now that there is a risk of it becoming like this again at any time in the future? Even the air can take a person's life, and death is a random and uncertain number.
Or rather... there is no future at all.
Because even his life signs have disappeared.
Just like 4 years ago.
"No, it was a special case just now."
Kamado Miru's firm voice rushed into Dazai Osamu's ears, interrupting his thoughts: "Someone wanted to subdue my spirit, so my soul was temporarily taken away."
"……What?"
Dazai Osamu turned his head completely towards the boy.
"I knew people in the world of spellcasting before my 'resurrection'."
"The person we met today is the second friend I made in the world of spellcasting."
"The other person's friend is my third friend. I just met him when I was summoned."
"Something happened after that, and when I opened my eyes again, I was in the experimental chamber."
"Mr. Dazai, I didn't mean to not answer."
Dazai Osamu: “…”
The white-haired boy only spoke a few brief words, but the amount of information he contained was enormous.
His brain followed the thoughts in real time, and it took Dazai Osamu only a few seconds to grasp the key information.
Kamado Miryu was indeed not "resurrected" just now. He might have been resurrected four years ago or any year and got to know people in the world of sorcery.
Because of some things, the other party returned to the nutrition tank.
"Jianliu, the so-called things, are you dead?"
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
As a person with an intellectual talent beyond the high school level, Mr. Dazai's talent is indeed somewhat troublesome.
He turned his head away silently.
"Hmm...it seems so."
Dazai Osamu observed the reaction of the white-haired boy, and suddenly smiled and curved his eyes, and said in a soft tone: "But."
"This is the first time I've heard that Jian Liu has a third friend."
"From your description, you are also from the world of curses, right?"
"So you went to see him without telling me just now. I really want to see him. I want Jianliu to abandon me, your most important friend, on his own initiative."
"I didn't abandon Mr. Dazai."
Shen Du Jian Liu quickly pulled his sleeve again and denied it very bluntly: "The summoning technique is passive."
"Not carrying you."
"Is that so? Passive?"
The handsome black-haired young man kept a thoughtful expression on his face. After Shen Du Jianliu made a promise, he lowered his eyes and looked at the boy in his arms softly:
"So, does it have anything to do with the Shibuya those passersby mentioned just now?"
The technique must first be confirmed to be not a supernatural power.
Shen Du Jianliu just said that "he met the other party after being summoned", which means that it was not the third friend who actively summoned him, and it could not be the "monk" who just met at noon.
The person who performed the ritual probably didn't know Jianliu. He had only heard of his name and had no idea about his "resurrection".
The fact that he was summoned at this critical moment, combined with the conversations of passers-by, should be related to the situation in Shibuya. It is even reasonable to speculate that Shibuya is in chaos because of the magic world...
Were you called to do something?
Dazai Osamu's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Mr. Dazai?"
Shen Du Jianliu noticed that the shadow in front of the black-haired young man's bangs was still hanging on his forehead. Although the other party's aura had changed a little, he still didn't look very happy.
He gave up the idea of asking the other party to let him go and started thinking of other ways.
Suddenly, I recalled what Gojo Satoru said before.
"I never thought you were disgusting."
This proves that the actions performed by the fake person with his old body did not cause the other party to be annoyed = this behavior is an act of intimacy between friends.
Kamado Miru tried to imitate the fake and pulled the corner of his mouth.
Finding that he still couldn't smile as wickedly as the other person, he gave up curling his eyes and just kept pulling the corners of his mouth dryly, raising his arms to hug Dazai Osamu's neck.
"Please don't be angry."
"Come on to me, huh? Huh? Mr. Dazai."
"What happened today will never happen again. I will report to you in the future."
“…”
The silence was broken by the crisp sound of a briefcase hitting the ground.
At this moment, two young men in their 25s or 26s were standing at the entrance of the alley not far away. One of them had scattered stubble and red hair and looked a little unkempt, while the other wore a dark, neat suit with a beauty mole above the corner of his mouth.
The former looked at them silently, his expression so quiet that it was a little weird in the quiet alley.
As for the latter, he couldn't even hold his briefcase steady, and was choked and spat out the liquid.
He seemed to want to poke his own eyes out, his glasses nearly bursting into pieces, and he frantically poked the red-haired young man next to him, motioning him to say something.
"Dazai."
The red-haired young man took over the responsibility and nodded affirmatively: "I have heard Ango about Shendu."
"It must be tiring to keep this posture. Leave the ferry to me."
"Ango and I can join you."
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