Chapter 120 Two people cannot make a complete set of limbs
Xia Youjie was sure that this was the most outrageous scene he had ever seen in his life, and also the most horrified one.
He watched the half-dead boy chuckle, seeming to be in a good mood. His voice was weak, but it could be heard that he was very happy. His voice was intermittent, but it was filled with an indescribable joy.
It becomes particularly strange in this alley where there is not even a complete set of limbs.
His body was even gushing blood.
"Isn't this Xia Youjie? I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You're so different now?"
"…Why…are you not, what's wrong with you? Huh? You?"
The usually calm Geto Suguru was incoherent. He blinked and blinked again.
He was already extremely weak, but when this scene suddenly came into his sight, even the half-dead man was frightened out of his wits.
"I won't die, but you are dying soon, right?"
Qian Jianmu looked at him with a smile. Although he did not have six eyes, he could clearly see the weakness of the young man.
It was a lifeline that was about to come to an end.
Xia Yujie's mouth twitched.
"...Yeah...I always feel like there are a lot of questions to ask, but since it's you, it's not surprising."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Jianmu suddenly started coughing heart-wrenchingly.
The first part to heal, besides the heart, is the lungs. As the organs repaired themselves, the remaining waste blood gushed out of the mouth, turning into fine blood-colored foam. Even turning sideways hindered breathing, and he coughed up large amounts of blood.
Xia Youjie was startled and tried to stand up to look at him, but his left hand lost strength again. His right arm, which tried to support his body, was empty. Half of his body fell on the wall. He was stunned, his face became even uglier, and he pursed his pale lips.
"It's okay..." The young man said intermittently: "Just sit down. The dead are the greatest."
"You are still so good at talking."
It seemed that Qian Jianmu was still healthy, and the wound on his exposed chest was slowly healing. Xia Youjie confirmed again and again that everyone was fine, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
As he exhaled, his vitality was also thrown away. His eyes went dark, his soul was pulled by death, and he could hardly see the color of the sky.
The next moment, he heard Qian Jianmu ask:
"This is the academy...you...?"
“…”
The young man with long black hair didn't say anything and fell into deep silence.
The appearance of his old friend had not changed in more than ten years, and the sense of relaxation that came with the premonition of his approaching death, almost made Geto Suguru forget the past ten years for a moment. But once he mentioned it, the scars of those ten years were still on his body, causing pain along with the wind of words.
Hatred, anger, incomprehension.
The darkness of human nature, the tragedy that happened, and the bloodshed along the way.
Everyone is moving forward, but Qian Jianmu still maintains the appearance and behavior of more than ten years ago. While bringing an indelible sense of familiarity, this abrupt sense of separation is like a conversation with his past self across time and space.
It seemed that the one who should speak should be the young Geto Suguru, not the current him.
15-year-old Geto Suguru is a friend of Chimamu, but he is not.
Geto Summer Oil is dead.
He couldn't help but take this last conversation seriously.
He forced himself to stay awake, opened his eyelids which were almost closed, and tried to find words that would not hurt either of them.
Throughout his life, he never regretted his changes, and he firmly believed in his righteousness. He was firm in his beliefs in life. He faced death calmly and dared to face all his actions, waiting for the judgment of the loser.
But now that things have come to this, he has reached the end of his life, and everything in the past has become an unbearable fallacy with his death. The theory that expounded great righteousness could not be spoken out loud at this moment. His cheeks, which were sunken due to weight loss, twitched due to the slight force of biting.
At this moment, he, who was always eloquent, was suddenly speechless.
"To 'create a paradise for sorcerers'?"
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qian Jianmu said quietly.
“…You know.”
"Just checking if the situation has changed." The boy murmured:
"Sure enough, the time of existence is too short..."
Xia Youjie suddenly shuddered.
He looked at his former companion again. The blood and mud could not hide the faint happy smile on his cheek. Even facing his death, the boy had the certainty that everything was under control, without a trace of sadness or pity.
And beneath that certainty is a calm examination and observation.
Completely different from his observations in college, he now carefully observed the world and everyone, as if he was a kitten just born into the new world. His attitude at this moment was like that of an engineer checking every step of a project. All people, regardless of life or death, were just insignificant screws in a certain link.
Something unusual happened in daily life, and the slight weirdness brought doubly coldness.
The relief of the long-awaited reunion was instantly diluted, and Xia Youjie suddenly realized that the boy was not static, and something must have happened that changed him.
Or...his true nature was revealed.
"Have you memorized the book I left behind?"
The boy said, as if verifying the next process.
His thoughts were interrupted, and the pale young man's face was distorted for a moment. Xia Youjie looked in the direction of Qianjianmu with an indescribable look. His voice was very soft, but for some reason it exuded a strong resentment.
"That's more than 300 books..."
When Chijianmaku passed away suddenly, Xiayoujie was not really not anxious until he saw the note left on the table.
His name was listed separately, and they hoped that he would memorize all the books on shelf B4-1 in the library. Maybe a miracle would happen if he finished memorizing them.
This request was so ridiculous that Gojo Satoru said that Chikan was making a joke, but Chikan had been missing for ten days at that time, and Geto Suguru was still worried, thinking that there might be some clues in the book?
Just like the common plots in games, after finding clues, you can bring back the classmates who have left.
However, when he found the legendary bookshelf B4-1, what he saw was an entire bookshelf filled with books. It was two meters tall, taller than him, and there were hundreds of books crammed together. He repeatedly glanced at the note and recited the full text, then glanced at the bookshelf, his mind going blank.
More than three hundred books.
#About the incident where my classmate gave me homework before he disappeared. #
He had complained for countless days and nights, and now he had finally found the person involved to ask this question. For a moment, he even felt as if he had finally found the answer.
Qian Jianmu did not answer, but asked in return:
"…Did you memorize it?"
Xia Yujie was silent for a moment:
“…I have memorized it.”
He actually went to recite it.
"Have you finished reciting it?"
27-year-old Geto Suguru felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was a student having his homework checked.
"I have finished reciting it."
He carried it on his back for two years.
Although it seems like a lot, those books are basically things related to Onmyoji and the Heian-kyo period. There is very little information left, and many parts are repeated, so it doesn't feel difficult to memorize them.
He has average talent, so if he were to understand it, he would probably be able to memorize it in a few days.
After the astral plasma incident, during his depressed period when he couldn't reconcile with himself, he even used memorizing as a way to relieve stress in order to briefly escape the horrible reality. While reading, he felt the long-lost peace and tranquility of his soul.
However, even so, he felt a sense of relief when he put down the last book. It's like tearing off the blood scab on a wound, and there's a feeling of freedom.
Although the next second, he woke up and painfully realized a reality.
——I was fooled.
This was the biggest scam he had ever been fooled into in his life.
There was no so-called miracle at all, and fate continued to roll forward relentlessly.
More than 300 books cannot save a life.
The young man suddenly smiled and sighed, with a look of relief.
"Don't worry, you can use it."
Then the abnormal feeling broke out again.
"...Wait, what on earth are you..."
Geto Xiayou suddenly fell silent.
The sound of footsteps came closer and closer.
He turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the alley. His smile disappeared, leaving only a hint of melancholy.
"Ah, it's Satoru."
The rest will be left to Wu.
My vision went dark, and although I was a little embarrassed, the moment I saw Gojo Satoru.
Suddenly I felt that it didn't matter even if I just ignored it.
You absolutely can't say something like this, right?
**
Gojo Satoru was in a very calm mood.
It has never been so peaceful.
The close friends who knew each other well took advantage of their understanding of each other and engaged in countless offensive and defensive battles.
Trust turns into a knife and the past turns into fragments.
In the end, Geto Suguru won.
The loser is about to witness the winner's death, and this is an ending that will bring happiness to no one.
However, his mood was unexpectedly calm.
He was so calm that even he was surprised.
He used magic to teleport to high above the city, and the strong wind was blocked without limit. In that short period of time, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
In the end, all that's left is a lingering sense of powerlessness, of 'this is how it is after all'.
It was as if the story was being replayed, but everything was still heading in the predetermined direction.
He didn't know where this feeling came from. Since he was fifteen, every event in his life would give him a fresh and real experience. However, when the night was quiet, a sense of "destiny" would come over him.
When he fell from the sky and saw the faint remnants of Suguru Geto's cursed power in the alley, the sense of familiarity in his heart became even stronger. It was as if he had witnessed this scene more than once.
Even more than twice.
It's inexplicable, but I don't have time to think about it for now.
Without hesitation, he took a step forward.
Then, he suddenly stopped.
His pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a rare sense of confusion. He opened his mouth slightly and broke syllables came out of his throat.
“…Huh?”
His best friend was leaning against the wall, and directly opposite him, a broken man was lying on his back.
Limbs were scattered around the body, and the snow-white hair was almost black with blood and dust.
“…”
Like eyes in the dark clouds about to bring a rainstorm, the blue eyes locked onto the entire alley, and the six eyes scanned everything around, but no matter what he realized that what he saw was reality.
It's not right, it's not right, there is someone who shouldn't be here.
A sudden, strong sense of disharmony.
He seemed to have grasped something.
If it is really as he thought, then this world... is really crazy.
It is indeed a miracle...
"... Chiken...?"
**
The conversation between Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru was very brief.
There is no way around it, because Geto Suguru doesn't want to live anymore, and Gojo Satoru can't and won't save him.
Almost as soon as he realized that Sengenmaku was fine, Gojo Satoru quickly regained his composure. He walked up to Geto Suguru and listened to his last words.
Family, past, future, close friends, feelings, everything, like flowing water, engulfed the two of them, fitting seamlessly without a single gap.
During the entire farewell process, there was no expression on his face, just a calmness like dead water.
Gojo Satoru has a very handsome face, and thirteen years have passed without any change.
Maybe it's changed a little.
Some subtle changes, representing maturity, were embedded between his eyebrows.
But those changes have not yet been brewing to the extreme. Even though the life curves have basically overlapped, there is a subtle difference between Gojo Satoru at this time and Gojo Sensei who is imprisoned in Menjiang.
Perhaps it’s because some pains have not been rectified by time, and they cannot be covered up hastily.
However, at the moment when Geto Suguru died, Gojo Satoru's expression quickly adjusted to a look that Sengenmaku was more familiar with.
It was as if he had already accepted Geto Suguru's ending. The sadness was real, but he was prepared for everything.
This made Qianjianmu feel a little strange. He saw Gojo Satoru approaching and squatting beside him with a calm and cold expression, looking at him quietly with his icy eyes.
"And you?"
He was obviously in a bad mood and asked calmly:
"Who did it?"
"..." The strange feeling became stronger and stronger. Qian Jianmu frowned and observed his expression carefully.
Nothing at all.
He moved his lips, but did not answer, instead asking uncertainly.
"...Gojo, what are you going to do with Geto's body?"
"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru paused, his eyes flickered, and he finally spoke:
"After the glass is processed, I will personally send him to be cremated."
wrong……
The 29-year-old Gojo Satoru has died. He has no idea how things turned out, but it shouldn't be like this.
Gojo Sensei once said that he insisted on burying Geto Suguru's body, and it was he who "insisted on it", but in fact he had no intention of burning his best friend's body.
He shouldn't have suggested sending it for cremation.
"…Why, cremation?"
"Some curse masters will use corpses to perform spells. This is just a normal precaution."
……?
"You remember?"
"What should I remember?" Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, his pale blue eyes still fixed on Qian Jianmu. A feeling of being scanned repeatedly suddenly surged up Qian Jianmu's spine.
No, he doesn't remember.
Qian Jianmu was sure of this at this moment.
"It's my turn to ask." Gojo Satoru poked his cheek: "Who caused your injury?"
"...I'll recover, so..." It doesn't matter for now.
What he had expected to be an easy pass had gone wrong, and Gojo Satoru was more concerned about these wounds than he had imagined.
Why?
"I know you will recover. I saw it. What I want to ask is who hurt you like this."
Gojo Satoru spoke slowly, which was unusual for him. He even pretended to pause and acted a little confused, but those eyes still scanned his whole body coldly, as if they were actually rolling over his wounds inch by inch.
Once the six eyes are used seriously and fixed on a certain existence, the sense of oppression they give people is no less than a glance from God.
There was no smile on the young man's face. His eyes seemed to be filled with snow-capped mountains at night. The cold wind blew, bringing a real feeling of coldness and oppression.
"You know what? Your whole body is covered with the remnants of other people's cursed energy. Your limbs, chest, heart, and even spine are all over the body. And your cursed energy has been basically used up. I almost didn't recognize you just now."
Gojo Satoru even thought he was dead at first glance, and it took careful observation to recognize that this person was Sengenmaku.
"So familiar, but I have never seen this kind of cursed power. Too much déjà vu. You just asked me if I still remember. I haven't found Jie yet, but I already know what is going to happen. And, your existence is too abrupt, as if in my consciousness, you shouldn't exist..."
He pondered.
"I didn't ask. I didn't think it was important. But, Xiao Qianjian...you wouldn't..."
The icy blue eyes approached, and Gojo Satoru smiled. There was no hostility in him, just pure curiosity to solve the mystery, and a sense of dissociation that separated reason and emotion.
Yes, a feeling of dissociation, as if he had completely detached himself from 'Suguru Geto's fate', and was calmly analyzing the Sengenmaku from an absolutely rational perspective.
"You're not...replaying time?"
…
At a certain moment, Chigenmaku felt the creepy coldness that he had vaguely felt when he was with Edogawa Ranpo.
Just like what Gojo Satoru said one night before, when he was met with silence after asking questions: "I will find the truth myself."
Qian Jianmu didn't take it seriously, but he actually did it.
As if he got the answer from some of his details, Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.
"I see……"
"Five?"
Gojo Satoru leaned over, took off his clothes and wrapped him up, his eyes fell on the short knife not far away. He looked around the alley again, and picked him up thoughtfully.
"I'll take you to find Nitro first."
Why are there cumulative effects after Gojo Satoru was sent back in time? !
However, before he could say anything, the moment Gojo Satoru raised his foot, something strange happened.
A tent fell.
Then, there was another one.
Countless black barriers, with Qianjianmu as the origin, are superimposed on countless levels like water ripples.
Refuse Qian Jianmu to leave.
Refuse Qian Jianmu to leave.
Refuse Qian Jianmu to leave.
There are various forms of exchange, the only thing they have in common is that they refuse Qian Jianmu to leave.
Feeling the rules of the tent, Qianjianmu's pupils shrank slightly. What he had once guessed became a reality.
“…Tian Yuan.”
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