Chapter 112
[Shit, I was really touched, but how come Chuuya suddenly appeared!] 】
[To be honest, I just discovered it, but I didn’t have the nerve to remind you]
[The Hong Kong Black Five Building is nearby, and it can be seen clearly from here ×]
[The probability of A Liu encountering these things is too high hhhhhh]
[Chuya: I see what kind of bad friends are around Miru. I am worried about my brother.]
…
Shen Du Jian Liu blinked his eyes very slightly and turned his head following the voice behind him.
He noticed the figure of Nakahara Chuuya a few minutes ago. The other party was very far away from here and his mood was not negative.
It can even be said to be good.
He then withdrew his gaze.
I didn’t expect the other party to catch up with me. Now his expression looks a little... angry and helpless?
"Um??"
"elder brother?"
Gojo Satoru's voice rang out at the entrance of the alley.
He withdrew the arm that was hugging Shen Du Jian Liu, put one hand in his pocket, raised his eyebrows and revealed a puzzled look.
Isn’t this guy Shen Du Jianliu from the Zenin family?
I've never heard that he has a brother... No, it seems like he does.
What is that Zen temple called?
The eldest son of the Zenin family, he used to brag every day that he was the elder brother of Kamado Kenryu, and often mailed large packages of things to the high school.
In Gojo Satoru's memory, he had also run into that Zen temple's Wan'ya and Kamado Kenryu talking together, probably in the wealthy area of Tokyo.
It was also at that time that he took the photo of Kamado Miryu.
The only one I've had in my phone for so many years.
Gojo Satoru was very glad that he forgot to delete it because he was busy with various things... and he also sent it to Jie before leaving, so the other party had a backup.
He remembers clearly everything that happened during his senior year of high school.
Over the years, it has even deepened with recollection and review.
However, no matter how you look at it, the real son of the Zen temple master and the orange-haired young man in front of him are not the same person.
...and he's quite short.
They definitely don't have the same genes as Kamado Miru, right?
Gojo Satoru raised his slender arms and casually measured the height through the air from an absolute overlooking angle.
“So small.”
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
The air suddenly became strangely quiet for two seconds.
There were a few clicking sounds, and this was the sound of veins popping out on the forehead of the handsome young man with ochre-orange hair.
He pulled the corners of his mouth, and the following words were almost squeezed out of his mouth.
"Jianliu, come here."
"oh."
Comparing the emotions of the two people in front of him, Kamado Miru was naturally more concerned about Nakahara Chuuya, whose tone was more negative.
He walked over obediently, causing Gojo Satoru's handsome face to reveal a hint of surprise.
"Mr. Chuuya, please don't be angry."
"He is my friend, not a weirdo."
Shen Du Jianliu lowered his eyes obediently and said sincerely: "Mr. Dazai has also seen him."
After introducing Gojo Satoru's identity to Nakahara Chuuya, the white-haired boy turned back and repeated the process when facing Dazai before.
"five……"
"Enlightenment."
When the name was called out, the orange-haired young man beside him had a distorted face. Fortunately, Shen Du Jianliu's subsequent introduction made the other party more satisfied: "He is my brother."
Gojo Satoru: “…”
The tall white-haired man couldn't help but look again at the orange-haired young man dressed in mafia garb, and then at the calm white-haired boy who was also wearing a suit.
He was silent for a rare moment.
"real?"
"Yeah. Really."
[Hahahahahahaha 5t5 told you not to be naughty just now. Did you offend your real brother? 】
【中也：红溫.jpg】
[Jo Wu: Big brother, I am actually your elder brother (touching his own white hair)]
[Come to think of it, Gojo Satoru wouldn't think that Miru's brother is Caiyun Zhuzhu, I'm dying of laughter]
【5t5: Huh? When did you show up such a big mafia brother?】
[Jianliu: You never expected that, this is just my second brother. I also have an older brother who is so awesome that he assassinated the Queen of England]
[Don't mention the two brothers, Jianliu himself used to be a Mafia]
In fact, Gojo Satoru was as surprised as the comments had guessed.
Kamado Kenryu is the adopted son of the Zenin family. Since his brother who suddenly appeared is not from the Zenin family...
That can only be his real brother before he was adopted?
I remember Jay also mentioned some experimental subjects. He originally wanted to investigate this matter today, but he received a call by chance and rushed over quickly.
Gojo Satoru's six eyes fell on the orange-haired man again.
No matter how you look at it, the other party is not an ordinary citizen.
He was wearing a pitch-black suit and had gloves on his hands, so there were no calluses on his face, but that couldn't hide his explosive, well-proportioned muscles that must have come from well-trained training.
This is definitely not an ordinary person's skill.
Don’t you see that the row of men behind the opponent who are standing not far away are still staring at this side.
…
and.
This orange-haired man has no skills and his cursed energy cannot be seen.
There was no trace of cursed energy flowing in the opponent's body, and he was filled with an indescribable sense of disobedience.
It's like he's not a normal person.
Another "Heaven and Curse"?
As for why these inner words were questionable, it was because Gojo Satoru was not in a position to comment or judge on the point of 0 cursed power.
He knew that in recent years Geto Suguru had been researching and implementing the theory of "all mankind has no cursed power", and had even released several batches of mosquitoes specially made with blood samples from Kamado Miyabi.
The opponent's plan was progressing smoothly and in an orderly manner. The number of ordinary people with zero spell power, who used to be so small that they could not even count on a few fingers, had now increased significantly on the streets.
But the physical fitness of the man in front of him is definitely not that of an ordinary person...
As if it were bound by itself.
In a sense, in terms of "Heaven and Curse", the other party is indeed like Kamado Miyazawa's elder brother.
"I see!"
Gojo Satoru immediately changed his tone in accordance with the situation.
The corners of his mouth raised with his usual smile, as if he had never compared heights just now, and he said in a very relaxed tone: "So it's your brother."
Instead of asking directly in front of so many people where his brother came from, the white-haired man's behavior returned to his usual calm state. He raised his hand and greeted Nakahara Chuuya in a familiar manner.
"Hello~ I'm Jianliu's friend, Brother-sama!"
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
Who is your brother? ! ?
The orange-haired young man did not soften his expression at all because of Gojo Satoru's changed tone.
On the contrary, he felt a breath stuck in his chest and he almost couldn't breathe, and his vigilance deepened.
What kind of careless and frivolous man is this?
For some reason, Nakahara Chuuya saw an indescribable sense of déjà vu from the other party, which made his fists itchy.
He always felt that this guy looked like an insurance salesman.
However, there were thick calluses on the other person's fingers, and there was probably muscle under his clothes.
Although I don't know what he does, he definitely doesn't look like an ordinary person.
Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but recall the two students from the Jujutsu world he met when he took Jianliu to the headquarters to meet the boss two days ago.
He planned to investigate this white-haired man in detail later. Seeing that it was a rare opportunity for Liu to make friends outside of his circle and introduce him to himself, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't want to offend his brother.
He hummed in a neutral tone and raised his hand to ruffle the white-haired boy's soft hair.
"I don't want to interfere with your circle of friends, so feel free to do whatever you want."
"Call me if you need anything, I happen to have a job nearby."
"You know the number hasn't changed, right?"
"Um."
Shen Du Jianliu lowered his head and let the other party touch him.
The boy's silver hair and the cross earrings on his ears hung down, and his pale skin added a bit of innocence and obedience to his calm expression.
Nakahara Chuuya still had work to do, so he thoroughly confirmed that there was no problem with Kamado Miyazawa, and made an appointment to have dinner together next time. He confirmed it several times before turning around and leaving the alley.
The men behind him had been waiting in the back in an orderly manner. Some who knew Shen Du Jian Liu even greeted him in a low voice: "Master Shen Du."
Although the news of the white-haired boy's resurrection could not spread throughout PortMafia, the close associates of Chuuya Nakahara had naturally seen him in the past two days.
Some of the elderly people had worked under him.
…
After saying goodbye to Nakahara Chuuya, only Kamado Miru and Gojo Satoru were left there again.
They stood there looking at each other.
"Master Shendu?"
Gojo Satoru raised his handsome eyebrows.
"Well, that's my original last name."
Shen Du Jian Liu coughed a few times with his lips pressed against his chest. His increasingly painful throat made his voice a little hoarse: "I used to be a member of the port mafia."
Gojo Satoru: “…”?
Although he knew that there was a word "Shinto" in brackets after the name on the sorcerer's ID card of Shinto Kenryu, he didn't know that this guy was also a gangster? ? ?
Was it done before or after joining the college?
Speaking of which, Gojo Satoru has not yet fully understood the situation of the Kamado Mikari school.
To be called an adult, his position must be quite high...A 17-year-old is a Mafia? ?
Shen Du Jianliu naturally knew what Gojo Satoru was thinking. This was a topic that could not be avoided every time he met some old acquaintances.
"Feel sorry."
"I just remember waking up and lying in the nutrition chamber."
He lowered his eyes and repeated to the white-haired young man in a normal tone what he had explained to Jay before.
“I woke up in Yokohama.”
"Later, he was suddenly brought to Shibuya by a spirit."
[System: Ahem, host. ]
[System: Sorry to bother you a little. I forgot to remind you before that the two worlds have been merged, and the timelines will also be merged as much as possible. ]
[System: You and Gojo Satoru have been separated for more than ten years, but Dazai Osamu has only been separated for four years. ]
[System: After the two sides merged, it actually became that the anchor went to high school 10 years ago, and then landed in Yokohama 4 years ago. ]
[System: But don’t worry, the tampering experiment has set up a side effect that will cause the host’s memory to be confused, so it doesn’t matter if you get the time period wrong, everyone will just think you got it mixed up. ]
"oh."
Shen Du Jianliu didn't care much about this.
He didn't say anything wrong in the first place, and it had nothing to do with causing despair.
The only thing Kamado Miru was a little worried about was that Mr. Dazai would mistakenly think that he had gone from being his first friend to his last friend.
However, according to the system, no matter what, the other party will always be the first in one's cognition, so it shouldn't matter.
"…What about your brother just now?"
Gojo Satoru glanced in the direction where Nakahara Chuuya had left.
"He is also an experimental subject."
If I remember correctly, this is the accurate information revealed by the barrage -
"Artificial superpower experimental subject, Series A."
The atmosphere between the two of them fell silent for a few seconds following the boy's cold voice.
"Okay, now it's time to ask you other questions!"
Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and stopped forcing the white-haired boy to answer questions about the experimental subjects.
"So, the first question is—"
"Were those rotten oranges forcing you before?"
"……no."
Unexpectedly, the other party would suddenly start talking about the past. Shen Du Jianliu thought about it and felt that it would not affect the current situation, so he answered truthfully:
“We are just a partnership.”
"cooperate?"
"Well, I help them remove the curse, and they provide me with convenience and protect you and Jie."
Gojo Satoru: “…”
"So, since you don't have classes, do missions for us every day?"
The white-haired boy blinked, turned his head away and pinched his earring expressionlessly.
"fine."
"Next question—"
"I ran into you and that young woman in Tokyo's wealthy Seta district. Was that also a mission? And running into the Zenin family later was just a coincidence?"
"Um."
"…The third question is, when we went out on a 'date' alone, were you the one who solved the special-grade curse spirit that released the domain?"
"Yes."
"I said I would protect you."
Shen Du Jianliu's tone was very serious.
Gojo Satoru, whose lips had already stopped curling up, suddenly fell silent.
After a long while, he tapped his chin and continued, "So you know that there is a problem with the assistant supervisor of the Zenyuan family, and I encountered a third special-grade one later?"
Shen Dujianliu frowned.
He has a photographic memory and naturally remembers everything that happened in the past.
After searching for a while, the boy recalled the day when he and Gojo Satoru went out alone.
He remembered that the other party had encountered two special-grade ones in total.
After helping Gojo Satoru get the card, Shen Du Jianliu quickly took a car to the destination. He realized that there was something wrong with the Zen temple master, but he didn't expect that the other party would dare to use tricks, or in other words...
He played tricks before I warned him, but he didn't remove it.
"I'm sorry. I don't know."
If he knew there was a third one behind, Shen Du Jianliu would have killed the other one in advance to eliminate future trouble.
His eyes were filled with double vision as he recalled all the fragments in detail. His brain felt as if it was pierced by several sharp spikes and the pain became even more severe. The boy with clear skin started bleeding from his nose again.
He couldn't help but hold his forehead.
"Why are you apologizing at this time?!"
Gojo Satoru's tone changed slightly again.
The calmness on his face had completely disappeared, a shadow swept across his forehead, and he strode forward again as unbearably as before. However, when he saw the other person's sickly complexion, he stopped abruptly, raised his hand and hurriedly wiped Shen Du Jianliu's nose with his sleeve.
"Are you okay? Do you want to sit nearby first?"
"Need not."
Shen Du Jianliu tried his best to speak calmly and put down his arm: "I'm fine."
Although it seems like a long time has passed since I arrived at the entrance of the alley until now, in fact, only 5 minutes and 48 seconds have passed.
After a long silence, the man spoke in a low voice.
This time, he really bent down and hugged the white-haired boy.
"Feel sorry."
"… doubting you, asking you to transfer money to me and then slapping your hand away, speaking loudly to you and not being happy with you."
"You can beat me up a few times or do it all to me, and I will definitely take it without any rebuttal."
All the things that had been weighing on his heart that year were finally asked out loud, and the answer was just as Gojo Satoru had guessed, that the other party had been bearing it silently.
Even he couldn't accept a mere apology.
Unlike what one might imagine, the usually calm boy with a distant look in his eyes smiled, and the gentle arc of his smile diluted the coldness on his cheeks.
This smile had a rare, even unprecedented, hint of amusement, just like the first peach blossom that suddenly blooms in spring under the nourishment of the melting snow, seeming to light up everything around it.
"It doesn't matter."
"I never cared about these things, Satoru."
He said in a natural voice: "We are friends."
The situation was interrupted by the ringing of the phones in their pockets.
Kamado Miru took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID on the screen which read [The world's best and most important friend], while on the other end of the phone it was Gojo Satoru who was calling him from Geto Suguru.
"Ah? Aren't you busy? I'll leave first and come back later."
"Okay stop talking so much Jay, I'm busy meeting with Jianliu."
"I know he's a very nice guy. He's been with me for a long time. Please don't disturb us."
Gojo Satoru didn't know what he talked about with Geto Suguru on the phone. He chatted for a few words and then hung up.
Because the pain in his body was so severe that it was almost beyond his endurance, Shen Du Jianliu tried his best not to let his talent leak out.
At the same time, the white-haired man who hung up the phone obviously saw the note on someone's mobile phone screen.
Gojo Satoru: “…”
"Ah--speaking of which."
The handsome white-haired young man took out a black and gold card from his other pocket and stuffed it directly into Shen Du Jian Liu's arms: "I also have a bank card here, just swipe it if you want to buy anything."
"Just consider it as a little compensation for what happened before. There's no need to spend money on other people, right? It's too much trouble for them."
"I don't care about that kind of thing at all."
"Okay, I'll write the password on the back of the card for you."
“…”
Shen Du Jianliu looked at the card, thought about it for a while, and put it away.
"Thanks."
After exchanging phone numbers with Gojo Satoru and satisfying his wishes by telling him his current address, the two finally parted ways here.
Experimental subject, resurrection technology.
Artificial superpowers.
After clarifying his goal, Gojo Satoru went back to re-investigate the matter and check the Port Mafia in Yokohama. It would be very convenient given his power in the world of sorcery.
As for asking for the address...
He is certainly useful.
If it weren't for the fact that the white-haired boy was in a very bad condition, Gojo Satoru would have wanted to stay with him for a while longer.
Kamado Jianru didn't care about Gojo Satoru's inner state which had nothing to do with despair. After they parted, he directly answered Dazai Osamu's call. He took the opportunity to take a look at the endless barrage of comments in the live broadcast room.
Some people said that Gojo Satoru smiled very beautifully when he apologized.
…
Did he just laugh?
Logically speaking, the other party's apology at that time had nothing to do with the hope of spreading the word. After all, the person to whom he was apologizing was himself, and Gojo Satoru didn't even do anything substantially excessive.
My response was just normal comfort.
Shen Du Jianliu raised his other hand and touched the corner of his plain mouth.
Without thinking about it any more, the handsome boy pressed his bloody lips against hers and took the initiative to speak into the phone: "Mr. Dazai."
"I'm going back now."
"Uh-huh, yeah?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was very soft. Dazai Osamu did not ask the boy why he was so slow to answer the call, as if he had no idea what was happening here.
"You're finally coming back. I was so worried about you."
"That's right."
"If you see someone picking up money or bank cards on the side of the road, remember to throw them away. They may not be clean."
"Come back soon, I'll pick you up at the door."
"Um."
The two chatted briefly and then hung up the phone.
Shen Dujianliu glanced at the side of his ear and did not move for the time being.
In fact, even holding the phone feels heavy, especially after saying goodbye to Gojo Satoru. This feeling is getting deeper and deeper as I spend more time outside.
He could realize that this body might be coming to an end again.
As long as you are alive, you will consume your talents.
There is no way around it. It is a necessary sacrifice to spread hope. This is the meaning of Kamado Miru's life.
Walking into the nearby subway station, the pale-lipped boy endured the severe dizziness that somewhat hampered his movements and stepped into the carriage with a normal expression.
However, an emergency occurred in the subway.
When we arrived at the next stop, someone had an acute illness and fainted.
The other party's companion was almost stunned, with panic in his eyes. This situation obviously caused a commotion in the carriage.
Shen Du Jianliu rushed over without hesitation.
After confirming that the man had lost consciousness and no pulse could be felt in his carotid artery, he immediately performed chest compressions to resuscitate the man's heartbeat. He ignored his own nosebleed and continued the rescue until he helped them get into the ambulance.
[Wow, wow, wow, see Liu saving people every day! ! ! 】
[Although, there are too many events around Shen Du. I have watched the live broadcast for a few days. These days, he often meets people who help him. The positive energy live broadcast room is really worthy of its reputation. It seems like a script]
[…Is it possible that Jianliu is actively looking for people who need to be saved every day?]
[But seeing that Liu looks so bad, who will save him? TAT]
[A Liu is really a good treasure. Whenever I feel bad, I will watch his live broadcast. He has a kind of positive energy that warms people’s hearts when doing things.]
[It's amazing. Even a scum like me can get the right to speak and witness the glory of "hope" with my own eyes. How lucky I am.]
【? The one in front who is cosplaying hopes that the leader will speak? 】
…
Shen Du Jian Liu covered his lips and paused before stepping back into the subway.
He coughed softly, swallowed the bloody taste rising in his throat, frowned slightly and looked at the latest small announcement in the live broadcast room that could only be seen by the anchor and the room manager.
[System: User "Komaeda Nagito" has been banned. ]
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