Chapter 111
Who is Gojo Satoru?
He is a veteran who has been in the world of sorcery for many years.
The black-haired young man who suddenly appeared had a handsome and delicate appearance. Seeing that person approaching Shen Du Jian Liu with a lively face, he even pulled the young man's wrist without saying a word...
Gojo Satoru raised his handsome eyebrows and slightly flattened the corners of his mouth.
He remembered that Jie had told him before that a suspicious man appeared out of nowhere beside Shen Du Jianliu.
The other party took him to live in Yokohama, and he didn't look very serious, which made it hard to believe.
“…”
Could this be the man he is talking about?
Gojo Satoru remembered that when he was on the phone just now, a male voice said something like "going shopping". Thinking about it carefully, it was very similar to the other party's voice.
Recalling this, Gojo Satoru immediately raised his chin and used his six eyes, which gave off a strong sense of intimidation, to look the black-haired young man standing opposite him up and down.
What a pretty boy.
It's indeed not very serious.
When he was in technical high school, he might have looked unhappy, but now Gojo Satoru would just completely remove the mask tied around his forehead.
He revealed a face that was incomparably handsome, one that could outdo millions of men in the world.
"Who is this guy who looks like a gigolo?"
He raised his rough palm, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his slender arms directly wrapped around the white-haired boy's shoulders.
"If I remember correctly, Yokohama's public safety was really bad, right? It's even worse than Shibuya right now."
"You can't follow someone like that. If you get kidnapped someday, I won't be able to save you."
"Of course, saving is just a matter of convenience."
"Really?"
Dazai Osamu smiled brightly, and he did not let go of Kamado Miru's wrist: "If it was Yokohama a few years ago, it would be true, but the crime rate in Yokohama now is actually the lowest."
"Many years after the Dragon Head War, the Three-Minute Concept Management has been implemented here. No one in Yokohama dares to cross the three major organizations."
"It's better than controlling a monopoly organization but not being able to protect it."
Dazai Osamu maintained a polite smile with a meaningful look. He actually did a quick check on the news and situation in Shibuya today.
It is said that the incident started when someone shouted for "Gojo Satoru" to come over, so that the barrier trapping ordinary people would be removed.
Dazai Osamu suspected that Gojo Satoru had not done any detailed preliminary investigation, nor had he set up traps for the later stages. He just went there alone when he was asked to go.
To be able to make such a decision, one must be extremely confident in one's own abilities.
Such people are either blindly arrogant, or they have carefully evaluated the combat power required for this incident and are strong enough to really resolve the emergency.
Powerful is powerful.
This kind of decision only suits his personal position, not his position as the leader of the world of sorcery.
The other party forgot the most fundamental point——
The general chess cannot be played directly in the first step.
You know, Mr. Mori has never personally led people to charge into any large-scale gunfight in Port Mafia.
If he hadn't known that the man truly had complete control over the world of sorcery, Dazai Osamu would have almost thought that there was someone else behind the scenes of the world of sorcery and wanted to take this opportunity to kill the other person.
Um.
Not only can the opponent be killed, because the enemy's target is only locked on "Gojo Satoru", the damage can be reduced to a minimum, and the incident can also be resolved in this way -
Kill three birds with one stone.
It's really interesting.
If something really happens later... Dazai Osamu doesn't mind using the same method to prevent the other party from getting close to Jianliu again.
"Mr. Dazai is my first friend."
"He's not a freeloader."
Shen Du Jianliu's crisp voice broke the strange atmosphere in the air.
The boy with transparent white skin stood silently in the middle. He held back his cough and introduced Dazai Osamu to Gojo Satoru. He then briefly introduced Gojo Satoru to the black-haired young man beside him: "Mr. Dazai, this is the third friend I mentioned before."
"Hmm? So Jianliu has a third friend?"
Dazai Osamu scratched his ears and said, "I was so careless before that I forgot about it."
"Ah! Really?"
Gojo Satoru lowered his cold and gorgeous blue eyes, a smile on his lips, and raised his other hand to touch his smooth and sharp chin without being affected at all: "But."
"I heard that there was an explosion in the old underground utility corridor in Yokohama a few days ago."
"Are you okay? If I had known you were in Yokohama, I would have rushed over earlier."
“…”
It was obvious that the explosion was Fyodor's plan.
This was also the opportunity for Kamado Miru to be discovered by the Armed Detective Agency.
So he actually had something wrong.
"That incident has already been solved - the criminal was a foreigner and he was arrested a long time ago."
Dazai Osamu answered the question before the white-haired boy opened his mouth. He seemed to suddenly remember something, and wiped the non-existent tears of emotion from the corners of his eyes with an emotional tone.
"Come to think of it, I should thank Jianliu for this."
"Thanks to him for helping me with so many things—"
"Help me escape from the clutches of the enemy, help me share the housework, pay the bills, and make me a delicious breakfast. I am the person that Jianliu values the most!"
"Okay, we don't have time to deal with strange people here, let's go home quickly."
Dazai Osamu grasped the sleeve of the white-haired boy and said, "I will thank you very much when I get home. Let's cook a big meal together!"
"ha?"
After hearing the long list of things listed by the other party, the mature adult Gojo Satoru finally broke down.
But he quickly regained his position and said without giving in, "Come to think of it, I haven't thanked this guy for the high-end cake he gave me before."
“Isn’t that cake hard to order?”
"It's amazing that you bought it in advance and prepared so many desserts for me every week. How do you want me to respond?"
Gojo Satoru bent down, put his handsome face, which was as young as a high school student, close to Kamado Miru's fair face, and said calmly with a long ending tone: "You still owe me an explanation."
"Come back with me first."
The white-haired man cleared his throat when he said this. He tapped his lips in front of the black-haired young man, then scratched the tip of Shen Du Jian Liu's nose with his slender index finger and made an expression of reluctance to part with him: "We will play the violin together after we go home--"
“This time, I will definitely teach you to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!”
"Let's find Jay to do a multi-person ensemble together."
[Help... I don't have the courage to read on. This is how Kei feels as a person involved.]
[Gojo Satoru starts again, violin starts hahahahahaha]
【Dazai:? ? ? 】
[Xia Jie: Thank you, Wu. I’ll give you the word “oil” in the middle of your name.]
[Ahh, you and Jianliu are too close! Gojo Satoru, are you replicating the distance between you and Torako when you first met?】
[What is going on now, stay.jpg]
[The one in front is stunned again?] I stay too.jpg】
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
He touched his nose, which had just stopped bleeding, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.
I don’t think I have ever learned violin from Gojo Satoru before.
The song "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" is also very easy to play and does not require any learning.
He possesses the talent of being a "super high school level violinist" and can play any instrument.
"It's nothing, as long as you can receive the cake."
"I just wanted to express my apologies."
Compared to this, Shen Du Jianliu was more concerned about whether his apology had been delivered. He only mentioned it twice at the subway station yesterday. After all, he didn't have much time left at that time.
"Well, what's cake?"
Dazai Osamu pulled the white-haired boy's sleeve, moving his body a little further away from someone. He then picked up the gauze in the plastic bag and wiped the tip of Kamado Miru's nose with it as if he was wiping away dirt.
He said in a long voice: "Jianliu once waited at my doorstep and made me swimming crab noodles."
“That noodle is really delicious.”
"Ah - in addition to udon noodles, I have also received chocolate and daily necessities as gifts, and we have even eaten in the cafeteria together before."
“It’s really nostalgic.”
"Really?" Gojo Satoru continued with a smile on his face, "He once sent me oranges, imported from China."
"It's called Sandangju!"
The tall, white-haired young man used his unrestrained hand to pull his other wrist towards him.
"We also went to the bathhouse together and played games in the room."
"He secretly took on many tasks for me alone—"
"This is what a true friend is, right?"
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
I just selected the game but didn't play it.
The pale-skinned, white-haired boy blinked his eyelashes and remained standing there without moving.
The conversation between the men standing on both sides became more and more intense. Every time he wanted to speak, the other man would interrupt him and continue the topic.
He seemed to be totally unable to fit in.
Although the topic was focused on me as a friend, the situation seemed different from the interaction between Dazai-san, Oda-san, and Sakaguchi-san at Lupin Bar yesterday.
Shen Du Jianliu didn't quite understand.
His body was pulled left and right, and the white-haired boy confirmed the emotions in the eyes of the other two people and didn't care about the current situation.
Anyway, it’s a good thing that they didn’t feel desperate because of this.
The rest doesn't matter.
"People outside are so rude. It must be very uncomfortable to see the stream. Did your arm hurt?"
Dazai Osamu lowered his iris-colored eyes and suddenly changed the subject with a concerned tone.
He had been pulling Kamado Miru's sleeve from the beginning, but the other one was obviously holding the boy's wrist.
Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned, and subconsciously loosened his broad palm.
Shen Du Jianliu's skin was too pale and his blood vessels were clearly visible. In his current condition, just pressing it would leave a heavy red mark, let alone holding it tightly and pulling it.
Looking at the five finger marks with a bluish-purple tint, Gojo Satoru unconsciously wanted to speak.
However, as if he remembered something, his open mouth got stuck halfway again.
The apologies that were never spoken have now piled up countless times.
But it shouldn't be blurted out hastily.
The corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth were completely flattened. When he showed no expression, his aura instantly became calm.
Noticing that the look in his eyes suddenly dimmed a lot, Shen Du Jianliu frowned. In his judgment, Gojo Satoru would not show such an expression.
He was already accustomed to the pain, and the sensation in his wrist was so insignificant compared to the pain in other parts of his body that he didn't even notice it.
Just as Kamado Kenryu was about to speak, Dazai Osamu had already taken action.
He quietly looked at the expressions of the two men, smiled, and took the initiative to loosen Shen Du Jianliu's sleeves, and sighed in a very gentle tone.
"Well, I'm a little tired of standing here."
"It seems Jianliu still has things to do, so I'll go back first."
He patted the white-haired boy's shoulder gently, and his slightly nasal voice floated quietly and softly in the wind.
"I'll be waiting for you at home. Jianliu should come back early."
He withdrew very promptly, and his tone was as calm as usual, making the atmosphere of the argument disappear completely.
"Um."
Shen Du Jianliu nodded seriously.
The black-haired young man in the windbreaker left, and suddenly only two handsome young men/boys with white hair were left there.
The two of them didn't speak to each other for the time being, and since Gojo Satoru had a face that looked no different from that of a high school student, they were undoubtedly a beautiful sight standing here.
Some people around even wanted to come closer to ask for their contact information or take a photo with them.
Shen Du Jianliu didn't mind taking pictures or anything like that, but Gojo Satoru had already turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley not far away.
The white-haired boy who originally wanted to agree judged the other party's situation and confirmed that the girl's disappointment after being rejected was not to the point of despair before chasing after her.
…
"Gojo-san?"
Seeing the tall white-haired young man standing in an empty area, Shen Du Jianliu also stopped.
He thought for a few seconds, rolled up his sleeves, and showed the other party his pale skin where the horrible red mark had long disappeared.
"There's nothing wrong with my wrist. It will recover on its own."
"So you were the one who dealt with so many cursed spirits by yourself? Even though it was supposed to be self-healing, there was a thick book of treatment records written in it?"
Gojo Satoru finally turned around, but his expression was not as carefree as before. Instead, his messy bangs cast a shadow on his forehead.
“…”
"I'm sorry, Gojo-san."
Shen Du Jian Liu thought for a moment and said, "I didn't mean to find Jia Ru..."
"I'm not accusing you of seeking treatment from Nitro!?"
The white-haired young man seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and walked forward. He held Shen Du Jian Liu's shoulders with both hands and said, "I want to ask why you didn't tell me?"
"Do you know how long I have been holding back on asking you this question? What happened yesterday and now?"
"If you really want to apologize, don't prepare so much cake for me without my permission. Do you know how I feel when I receive it? You should bring it with you to eat with me!"
The emotions that had been accumulated over the years surged in his chest, becoming stronger along with the doubts that had been buried deep in his heart for many years. Gojo Satoru seemed to have returned to the time when he went to the Jujutsu Headquarters to rescue the other party.
However, the image of the boy covered in blood reappeared in his mind.
The overlapping cheeks instantly extinguished his arrogance and made Gojo Satoru's mature face become silent, even though the opponent now did not have skin ulcers and blood coming out of his seven orifices.
He stopped talking and withdrew his arm.
"and……"
The white-haired man's deep voice echoed at the edge of the alley. The words that had been stuck in his throat for a long time finally broke through the barrier and did not continue to linger in his mouth.
“I’m the one who’s been wanting to apologize.”
"Stop calling me that."
It was always himself who wanted to ask for forgiveness.
"Whether it's the Curse Spirit or the mission Jay and I have, there's no need for you to take on the responsibility."
"What I said back then was that I hoped you could cherish yourself."
It was definitely not those irreversible angry words he said just before the other person's death.
“…”
It's that feeling again.
Shen Du saw Liu lower his eyes, which were usually calm, and he didn't know how to start.
Gojo Satoru's answer obviously had nothing to do with despair, but it was also different from ordinary expressions of kindness.
He touched his flat chest, remained silent for a moment, and chose to obey the other party's words.
"Okay, Satoru."
…
The body was suddenly hugged.
The white-haired young man was very tall and slender. The other party just bent down and hugged him for a while before letting go of his arms.
But Shen Du Jianliu heard him leave a precious word in his ear -
"I'm sorry about what happened before."
The apology that had been buried deep in my heart for many years was finally spoken out seriously at this moment.
“…”
When Shen Du saw Liu reaching out his hand, he unconsciously hugged the other's back.
"Um."
***
Click.
This is the sound of pebbles being crushed not far away.
I forgot to mention before that Yokohama Station is only two stops away from Minato Mirai, and PortMafia’s five-building headquarters is located in the bustling Minato Mirai area.
At this moment, the ochre-haired young man standing not far away took a deep breath.
He thought he had seen it wrong, until the men beside him kept looking over there, forcing Nakahara Chuuya to quickly walk to a certain location.
He raised his arm to hold his black top hat, the sharp lines outlining his handsome face, and the shadow of the hat brim obscured his expression.
Signaling to his men behind him not to follow him, the orange-haired young man in a neat black suit walked forward, a rare smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"See the flow."
His voice interrupted the atmosphere in the alley and abruptly came from the back.
"Tell me, brother, who is this guy?"
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