Chapter 015: Jay Becomes a Policeman

"Jie! What are you daydreaming about? Press Agree now."

Chidori was brought back to his senses by a familiar voice. His consciousness seemed to be still unclear, and he turned his head to look at the person beside him.

The white hair scattered, the gorgeous blue eyes looked at him with doubt, the handsome face puffed up, and shouted: "What are you looking at, you are not going to cheat after winning, are you? I said I will definitely beat you!"

He saw himself in those eyes, wearing a simple white shirt, with his hair tied up casually, his bangs a little messy, and the only thing that stood out was the confused expression on his face.

Xia Youjie blinked and replied slowly, "Oh."

He looked back at the screen in front of him. It was a very familiar game, but he didn't remember that he and Wu had ever played it together.

However, at the urging of the cat next to him, he pressed the button on the handle without giving it much thought.

"If I hadn't been too busy to study, I would have definitely won just now." Gojo Satoru stared at the screen and muttered in dissatisfaction.

They sat cross-legged in front of the screen, with snacks and drinks scattered around them. This was in Xia Yujie's room.

After hearing what Gojo Satoru said, Xia Yujie subconsciously retorted: "I am also very busy, okay? I have been squatting for a few days and this is the first time I have returned home."

Unexpectedly, when he got home, he saw Gojo Satoru squatting at his door, playing games for some unknown reason.

Xia Yujie ignored the feeling that something was wrong, such as what time was it? Why didn't he remember playing this game? Why did he suddenly come here?

They were laughing and joking, occasionally letting out a cry of surprise when something went wrong, and the two of them were pushing and shoving each other as if that would disturb each other.

"Ah - I lost again. It must be a problem with the controller." Gojo Satoru sighed deeply as he looked at the dead character on the screen.

He threw the handle away and lay down naturally on the blanket-covered floor.

Xia Yujie looked at the cheating Gojo Satoru without saying anything, but he lay down with him. Neither of them spoke for a while.

"Satoru," Xia Yujie spoke first. He looked at the ceiling and spoke as if he was reminiscing. "I seemed to see another you, a you who was not very happy and was bound by many people."

He didn't turn around, listening to Gojo Satoru's clear voice: "Hey, no one can force me to do something I don't want to do. Since I did it, it was my own will."

Xia Yujie was stunned. Indeed, even if he was really tired and even if he had to bear the responsibility and pressure, Gojo Satoru was confident that he could bear it himself.

What he needs is never pity, because he doesn't think there is anything about himself that deserves pity.

After another moment of silence, Xia Yujie turned his head. They were very close, so close that he could clearly see Gojo Satoru's snow-white eyelashes.

"I'm really jealous after all," Xia Yujie muttered, his tone showing a disappointment that he himself didn't even notice, "That criminal is really lucky, but he doesn't know how to cherish it."

He said this in a rather arrogant tone, not wanting to consider any other adverse realities.

"Hey, with me as your best idol friend, Jay doesn't need to envy others."

Gojo Satoru also turned his head, his falling hair covering half of his eye, but the young man had a bright and gentle smile on his face.

"I'm very happy too. It's a perfect choice for Jay to be a policeman. I always talk about it loudly to others."

"Ah, that's too embarrassing, but... I think you're pretty good now, too."

Gojo Satoru seemed to sink into a fluffy carpet, and his voice was as sweet as melting candy.

Xia Yujie felt that the handcuffs hanging around his waist were shaking. He could no longer remember when the handcuffs appeared, but he seemed to see the handcuffs appear on his hands.

In his opinion, only criminals would be handcuffed with rose gold handcuffs.

But the next second, Gojo Satoru seemed to just pull the handcuffs casually, and the handcuffs disappeared. Xia Yujie couldn't see his expression clearly, only his eyes that seemed to extend to the sky with no end.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Geto's neck. Geto did not resist, but just looked at Gojo Satoru in confusion.

"So, there are no regrets between us." Gojo Satoru's hands gradually became stronger, and the temperature of his palms seemed to burn through him.

Xia Yujie subconsciously wanted to pry it open, but stopped when he saw those eyes.

In fact, dying at the hands of Gojo Satoru is also a good choice.

The screen next to him was still playing the game's background music, and he suddenly remembered that he had wanted to keep this game to play with Wu, but he never had the chance.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard Gojo Satoru's calm and gentle voice:

"Do whatever you want, Jay. Your choices make sense."

…

Chidori suddenly opened his eyes. His subordinate had his consciousness on his neck, breathing heavily, and his body was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

As if he remembered something, he rushed into the bathroom without even having time to put on his shoes and looked at himself in the mirror.

His hair was disheveled and there was still some panic on his face. He raised his head and saw in the mirror that his neck was clean and white, without any pinch marks.

How is it possible? How could it be just a dream? It was so real, so real that he could even feel Gojo Satoru's breathing.

He lowered his head and turned on the faucet. The water wet his hands, as if it was familiar blood. After seeing this scene in a trance, he suddenly turned off the faucet.

Chidori's hands were tightly grasping the sink, and she was gritting her teeth as if she was suppressing something, but her purple eyes were cold and indifferent.

After maintaining this posture for a while, he casually picked up the cursed glasses that Gojo Satoru had given him from the table and put them on.

Then he slowly looked up at himself in the mirror. When he saw that he was still the only one in the mirror, he couldn't tell whether he felt sad or relieved.

All kinds of emotions were mixed together, and I could only feel my heartbeat quickening a little bit, as if I wanted to say something on behalf of my master who didn't want to speak.

He didn't know how long he stood there. Finally, he casually lifted his hair with his wet hands, without disguising the fatigue in his eyes, and slowly lay back on the bed like a zombie.

After Chidori's breathing gradually became steady, Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on the bed in the room not far away, also lay back on the bed.

Just now, he thought that something ridiculous like the formation of a curse spirit by the Curse Expert was about to happen.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that the unformed curse spirit looked familiar, but Liuyan had definitely never seen it before.

However, if ordinary people could forcibly control their negative emotions, there wouldn't be so many cursed spirits in the world.

So, how did Geto Suguru control himself, and why did he want to create and give birth to a cursed spirit?

He felt that this might have nothing to do with Geto Suguru's righteousness.

Gojo Satoru knew very well that Geto Suguru was suffering because he could not separate his personal feelings from his ideals.

It is indeed difficult to be a good person, but being like Jay who is half dead for justice is not good at all.

Gojo Satoru sighed softly, and he closed his eyes as the infinite limit was working silently.

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Chidori is getting ready to go out today, of course, he knows very well that since Geto Suguru is now undercover, he'd better stay in the high school.

But after what happened last night, he felt that he was still too restrained.

Although Geto's approach is somewhat extreme, it may not be without merit to eliminate all potential obstacles once the path has been determined.

At least that's what Chidori thought now, but when he saw Ieiri Shoko and Gojo Satoru standing at his door, he stopped in his tracks.

Ah, Gojo Satoru must have seen something with his eyes last night.

Regardless of what she thought, Chidori still smiled gently and nodded at the two people: "What's wrong?"

If I remember correctly, it's already ten o'clock in the morning. I can't be going to have lunch with him.

Ieiri Naoko shrugged at him and said lazily, "I just came to see if you were choked to death by vomit or something like that. If you're still alive, I'll leave."

After saying this, she looked at Gojo Satoru openly and shook her head at Chidori, indicating that Gojo Satoru was planning something again.

She did not stay any longer, but before leaving, she threw a bottle of sleeping pills to Chidori. After all, even though he was smiling, the fatigue on his face and the dark circles under his eyes still showed that something was wrong with him.

Just like when they were teenagers, all she could do was accompany him to eat a few bowls of noodles, and now she can only hand him some sleeping pills.

Ieiri Shoko turned around and left. She was no more relaxed than Gojo Satoru. As one of the few people in the world of curse arts who could use reversal techniques to the outside world, her every day was almost fully scheduled.

Seeing her leave, Chidori looked at Gojo Satoru again and asked softly, "What about you? I thought you would be anxious to go to work too."

This light and soft sarcasm towards Gojo Satoru was the first time he had heard Geto Suguru say it. After all, in the past they always said everything directly, and if they couldn't get through talking, they would fight.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and had a bandage on his face. He watched Ieiri Shoko leave before saying to Chidori, "Come on, come with me on this mission."

Chidori didn't move. He tilted his head, unconsciously keeping a smile on his face, and looked at Gojo Satoru quietly, as if a question mark appeared on his head.

"It's easy for you to die if you go out alone. You're not just keeping an eye on Kagome Ken, and you don't really know the world of curses very well."

Gojo Satoru explained casually as he stood in the corridor looking at Chidori without giving him a second choice.

Chidori opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed. She couldn't argue with Gojo Satoru for the time being.

Moreover, he really did not get enough rest, and his spirit was not in good shape. The negative emotions that could form the curse spirit were weighing on him, so he was feeling uncomfortable now, and it was because he had strengthened his will.

Moreover, there may be some room for maneuver if we go out with Gojo Satoru. After all, the strongest strength is not fake.

Although he had a feeling that things wouldn't be peaceful this time, Chidori just wanted to create chaos.

Chidori nodded, and he took a step forward, smiling at Gojo Satoru and said, "Then let's go. I'm still looking forward to seeing the sorcerer at work."