“A lot of nails have popped up, but some are still sitting there.”

Xiayou Jie turned to look at Gojo Satoru who was happily playing with his phone and asked: “Should we wait a little longer, or should we act now?”

【GAME OVER】

Gojo Satoru put down his phone and took off his blindfold. The surrounding information still flooded into his mind, but the flow of cursed energy was missing.

Now the world in his sight is as clean as a pool of clear water.

Somewhat novel.

Somewhat unreal.

“Whoever starts it will be punished, and those who don’t want to stand out will be ignored. Those who don’t have the courage to take risks will not have the courage to resist us.” He gave the order with a smile, “After today, the concept of ‘jutsu world’ will no longer exist.”

With Gojo Satoru’s personality, he probably wouldn’t handle things so radically…

Xia Yujie couldn’t figure it out. Apart from the date of October 10st, Gojo Satoru didn’t tell anyone about his plan.

He made the Gojo family ready for battle, knew that someone was going to seal him on Halloween, and even sealed himself on purpose, arranged for someone to spread the news and disrupt the situation as soon as he was sealed, arranged for Otsutsuki, who was in charge of the black rope that could break the spell, and himself, the leader of the Bankei Cult, to return to the country on October 10th, which was obviously not based on the development of the Gojo family…

It’s really not something Gojo Satoru would do.

Has the most childish of the trio grown up too?

“…We should be there now, right?” Gojo Satoru turned his head left and right, his eyes fixed on the clock hand of the subway station.

Xia Youjie was stunned: Is there anyone else?

Otsutsuki came back and reported: “We have broken through three layers of tents, and there are no casualties.”

He was followed by a large group of people.

Four senior government officials and their guards.

Superintendents of Police and armed forces personnel.

And a third party, Yokohama’s “Silver Wolf” Fukuzawa Yukichi.

“According to your conditions, if you kill Tianyuan and liberate the world of spells, the government will set up a special agency to manage spellcasters, assign exorcism tasks, protect the rights of each spellcaster, and establish a bond under the witness of a third party.”

Xia Youjie opened his eyes wide, and his small pupils jumped in the parallel line between his upper and lower eyelids.

Ten years ago, Gojo Satoru said he wanted to overthrow the world of sorcery.

What he said was very nonsensical, but Gojo Satoru did have half of his head chopped off by Fushiguro Shinjiro a year ago, so his nonsense was understandable.

Geto Xiayou was carefully distinguishing which eyeball on the cursed spirit was more suitable for Gojo Satoru’s eye socket. This was his new hobby besides collecting cursed spirits.

Even better than white fur and blue eyes is white fur and heterochromatic eyes! Xia Youjie doesn’t accept any rebuttal.

He responded indifferently to Gojo Satoru’s delusion.

The world of spells is hopelessly rotten, and worse than the spellcasters are the ordinary people who are afraid of hurting the spellcasters. For a while, he was obsessed with killing ordinary people and building a world to protect spellcasters. His best friend used the friendship punch to wake him up.

Two eighteen-year-old boys agreed to change their environment.

So Geto Suguru defected and took over the Bankei Sect for himself; Gojo Satoru became a teacher at a technical college and stopped concentrating on teaching.

Ten years later, Gojo Satoru seemed to be achieving his goal.

Although the process has nothing to do with him being a teacher.

but.

Xia Yujie unconsciously touched his smooth forehead, looked at Gojo Satoru and smiled softly.

Very nice.

That’s great.

There was no bloodshed, no death, it was like a dream.

–

“Go see your brother.”

Edogawa Satoru desperately activated the teleportation technique.

[Does Gojo Satoru’s words mean that I might be able to meet my brother? He’s not going to hide from me anymore, is he?]
But where is Ranpo?
Finally, Edogawa Satoru stopped in Yokohama, in front of the Edogawa family home.

The yard outside was overgrown with weeds, the stone table and stone bench in the middle of the yard were covered in dust, the swing was covered with vines, the originally smooth walls were stained with rain stains, and the mold of time spread from the base of the wall upwards.

He couldn’t recognize at first that this was his own house. He wandered outside the yard and got closer, and finally he found the key and opened the door.

Just as Edogawa Satoru had expected, the house had turned into a paradise of dust.

In the gray world, the abrupt footprints on the floor are like a guide map of an amusement park, which makes people follow them involuntarily.

The footsteps turned left first. Xiao Wu followed the footsteps and stood at the window on the left side of the living room. The curtains had been drawn open, and the swing in the courtyard could be seen.

He and his brother both like this swing, but mom and dad said that if two people sit on it, it will break, so in order to avoid getting hurt, they always sit on it one by one.

The elder brother likes to sit on it and read. He is quiet when reading and often sits for a long time, which makes it difficult for Edogawa Satoru to sit on it. Xiaowu, who doesn’t want to disturb his elder brother but wants to stay with him, will play in the yard. His eyes are very good at analyzing information, which makes it very convenient for him to catch butterflies, dragonflies or other insects.

Ranpo doesn’t like butterflies that much, but likes watching him catch butterflies, and every time he will carefully pick the beautiful ones for Xiaowu to catch.

Sometimes he would pretend not to know which butterfly Ranpo was pointing at, tease his brother, and then beg for mercy before his brother got angry, such as giving his brother a big hug and a bright smile, which would make his brother feel better.

After catching a butterfly, you must not let your mother see it, otherwise she will scold you and let it fly away.

Ranpo and Xiaowu were reluctant to let go of what they had finally obtained with their limited limbs. However, beauty often does not last forever. After the third death of the butterfly, the Edogawa brothers never caught a butterfly again.

The next destination of the footprints is the kitchen.

On the wall next to the kitchen, there is a ruler with a bear pattern recording heights. The lines on the left side of the ruler are Ranpo’s height year by year, and on the right side are Satoru’s. The tallest on the left is only 165cm. Edogawa Satoru leaned forward and put his hands horizontally above his head to compare with the wall. In just a few months, he has exceeded 165cm and reached 167cm.

Time in his body kept flowing, and he had grown a lot taller, and was no longer a height that could be protected. Xiao Wu left the height ruler and walked into the kitchen.

The originally clean kitchen was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the smell of rotting food lingered in the air.

The oil suction funnel in the middle of the range hood is filled with solidified yellow grease, and no one will ever clean the soy sauce stains on the tiles.

The power to the refrigerator had been cut off long ago.

I held my nose and opened the refrigerator. As expected, there were rotten vegetable leaves and food on the plate that I couldn’t tell what it was. No one in the Edogawa family drank alcohol. The sake they bought for the New Year was placed at the back of the refrigerator, with the words “Happy New Year” blurred by water on the bottle.

Open the lower layer of the refrigerator and you will see unopened hot pot base.

Xiao Wu laughed. His brother once got angry with him because he couldn’t get the hotpot.

He and his brother both like hot pot very much. They are picky eaters and don’t eat vegetables. Sometimes mom will teach them according to their aptitude, and sometimes mom will just spank them. Dad is beside them and when he hears the snap, his body trembles. He gently persuades mom not to spank so hard and that he can do it for her if she is tired.

If Mom and Dad hadn’t had a car accident that day, their family might have gathered together to eat hotpot in the evening, or even go out for fun as a family.

Edogawa Satoru went up to the second floor.

There is also a window at the corner of the corridor.

That was his favorite place to stay after he came to the Edogawa family.

He was not quite normal at that time. His brain could not think clearly and he often stared into the sky in a daze.

But that was a long, long time ago.

Ranpo would cover his eyes from behind and tell him not to keep looking at the sky. His brother was always worried about his eye pain and even developed a habit of squinting for him.

From the second-floor window, you can see the flower beds in the yard. Every year, he and his brother plan how to plant flowers, and then they are scolded by their mother.

He can only plan, but various problems will always arise when implementing the event.

But my brother’s plans were always too bold. He even bought Rafflesia online…

He still remembers that after his brother cried because of his mother, he pulled his sleeve and said aggrievedly: “Isn’t the Rafflesia good?”

Dad was behind his brother, with his index finger against his lips, signaling Xiaowu to keep quiet. Then he shouted “Ah” in Ranpo’s ear, scaring Ranpo and taking the opportunity to take a picture.

Ranpo would chase after his father and strongly demand that he delete the photos. By the time his brother caught up with his father and deleted the black history, he had already forgotten what had upset him.

The outermost room on the second floor is the study, where Dad works and where they study.

The bookcases were covered with white plastic bags.

When Xiao Wu stepped on it, the squeaking sound of the plastic made him feel uncomfortable, because what should have been heard was the subtle sound of turning pages of a book.

Finally, the cabinet embedded in the wall was opened, and footprints wiping away the dust stopped here.

Xiao Wu also opened the cabinet, which contained a projector and stacks of videotapes on the left. Each tape contained memories of their family.

He raised his hand to pull out a scroll and have a look, but his fingers stayed on the outer shell and he didn’t pull it out in the end.

“I…” His breath startled the sleeping dust and went into his lungs, “Cough, cough, cough!”

Edogawa Satoru ran out in a panic, shaking off the dust. He then realized how scared he was.

What if my brother wasn’t here? What if my brother was here?
You should run and follow the footprints to find the person.

But he was like a thirsty man who saw Pandora’s Box in the desert, hesitating in pain.

The remaining steps lead straight to the room of Edogawa Ranpo and Edogawa Satoru. They share a room, sleeping on upper and lower bunks. But they sleep according to their mood, sometimes on the upper bunk, sometimes on the lower bunk, sometimes together, sometimes separately.

Ranpo’s sleeping posture was not very good, and he was often kicked off the bed by his brother when he was sleeping soundly. Until one morning, Ranpo found that Xiaowu was kicked from the upper bunk to the floor by him. If it weren’t for the quilt, Xiaowu would have to go to the hospital again. After that, he stipulated that the two of them could only sleep on the lower bunk.

This way you won’t get hurt if you kick out of bed.

Later, Xiao Wu would sleep with his brother in his arms, pressing his legs against his own, which did prevent him from rolling off the bed at night for a while.

But Ranpo seemed to have some misunderstanding. He felt that his younger brother was too clingy and he wanted to cling back, so he started to sleep with Edogawa Satoru in his arms at night.

The next day, both were under the bed.

Edogawa Satoru laughed softly.

The memories between them really seem to have happened yesterday. When recalling, even their voices are clear and their expressions are warm.

[Why can’t I see clearly?]
He covered his face and found that he was already in tears.

[Because… they are all gone.]
[All this warmth is gone.]
Familiar footsteps sounded, coming out from the brothers’ room step by step.

Edogawa Satoru wiped away the tears that were overflowing from his eyes. He didn’t want his brother to see them and didn’t want to make him worry.

However, I couldn’t stop it. No matter how I wiped it away, it kept overflowing. When I saw Edogawa Ranpo himself, it flowed even more.

All the longing and grievances are expressed and poured out, making the tear glands, which are the first to hear the heartbeat, secrete tears.

“Did I catch you?”

“Or did you finally stop and wait for me?”

The voice trembled.

Edogawa Ranpo bit his lower lip, and when he saw his brother whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, he took a few steps forward, then ran quickly and threw himself into Edogawa Satoru’s arms.

He put his arms around Xiao Wu’s neck. He said, “I missed you so much.”

Xiao Wu lowered his head and buried it in the crook of his brother’s neck.

[Um. ]
He suppressed his tears.

[Me too.]
Forget all the confusion and doubts and let him quietly enjoy the reunion with his only relative.

(End of this chapter)