I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

"Forget it, there will always be a solution when the time comes, let's see." After finishing speaking, Dazai turned around and left, walking towards Tsuchimikado's house, "Calculating the time, Chuya should have arrived by now."

"The onmyoji of Tuyumen has lost the ability to fight. At this time, he will not let outsiders in easily. The barrier outside the house is still functioning normally, and Zhong should not plan to break in. If this is the case, he will definitely be blocked from the mansion. How long does it take for him to feel impatient?"

Dazai thought of the expression he might show in the meeting later, and his steps became brisk.

Filled with joy, Dazai quickly returned to his destination, and sure enough, he saw the familiar figure standing outside the gate of Tsuchimikado House from a distance.

The prank was formed in his mind in an instant, Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, walked lightly and slowly, and approached quietly like a cat.

You must know that Chuya has a keen sense, and Dazai's physical skills are not very good. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to sneak up to him like this, but who made the little dwarf feel restless now, standing so far away from the barrier outside the door? close.

Tuyumen acts domineeringly, and his style has never been as gentle as Huakaiyuan. Outsiders think that as long as the barrier is not touched, there is no danger, but in fact this family is quite a thief, and the radiation range of the barrier set is one meter longer than that of the bright side , As long as you stand within this range, the five senses will be disturbed unconsciously.

If it was Chuya in normal times, he wouldn't be able to hide this trick from him, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and his anxiety was all written on his face.

The sky is dark, the barrier is disturbing, the enemy is absent-minded, and the right time, place and people are in harmony. This is a rare opportunity for Dazai. He has already appeared in front of him, and he is also taken aback by himself.

Just when Dazai was complacent, a hand suddenly reached out from the dark place and patted his shoulder.

Zhong Ye, who was waiting impatiently in front of the mansion with folded arms, turned his head and looked in that direction.

The road is empty, nothing.

"Tsuchimikado... Qingba." Dazai, who was dragged into the alley, looked calm, squinted his eyes at this middle-aged man with a strange aura under the dim light of the street lamp, and quickly recalled the corresponding information from his mind, Read the person's name.

Tsuchimikado Haruha took out a cigarette and bit it in her mouth. Hearing this, she said "Hmm", "I didn't expect you to recognize me."

"I didn't expect you to admit that you are Tsuchimikado," Dazai said in a calm tone, "the sleeves of the kimono are embroidered with the Kikyo seal, and when I heard that name, I didn't refute it——I thought that yours had already been with you." The family that kicked him out is severed."

Although Tsuchimikado Haruha is Dazai's guardian in the file, but the two have never met each other in these years, and neither of them takes this relationship seriously. It is even more impossible to expect Dazai to treat each other as an elder.

He didn't even exchange pleasantries, and asked directly: "You are waiting for me here, you are not here to chat with me, are you?"

With a crisp sound, Haruha Tsuchimikado turned on the lighter and lit a cigarette, staring intently at the smoke rising and twisting under the cold white light, and replied unhurriedly: "Actually, I accepted the commission from Tsuchimikado , to preside over the ceremony in place of those onmyojis who fell ill."

"Unsurprisingly, they won't give up," Dazai was not surprised, "and you are the most suitable candidate."

"Although I accept this commission, it doesn't mean that I intend to be your enemy—you should have guessed, right? The truth about the so-called celebration." Qing Ye seems to be addicted to cigarettes, and he can't stop smoking one after another, and Dazai Instead, the conversation between Dazai and Dazai took time out, and this was the first time someone knew about Dazai's abilities but was so negligent.

Dazai raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but he didn't need the awe of others to set it off, so he just recorded the attitude of the other party as an ordinary abnormality.

Qing Ye didn't seem to know what Dazai was thinking, she puffed out a smoke ring and said slowly: "They used someone's ashes and grave soil to burn into a doll, and they planned to use magic to extract your soul and stuff it into the doll during the ceremony. There is a way to ban your actions while preserving the interests of the Tsuchimikado family to the greatest extent."

Normal people hear that they have been plotted against by the blood family, that they are almost made into puppets, and spend the rest of their lives without moving while being conscious. After panic and panic, they are angry and resentful, but Dazai is certainly not a normal person.

"So that's how that puppet is used..." His eyes flashed with interest, "I didn't see it when I was reading a book, and I thought this kind of magic had been lost long ago. Onmyoji rich family."

As for the ashes, they should belong to Yandao Zhonger. After all, he has lived in that shell for several years. Although it is possible to summon the original owner, the ceremony process says that he will visit the doll in person, presumably for the purpose of getting close to the doll. Distance contact excludes errors.

Gaining interesting information, Dazai waved his hand at Tsuchimikado Haruha with satisfaction, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the alley: "I know what to do, thank you Uncle Haruba, I will treat you to a good show when the time comes .”

"Don't you ask how the magic works?" Tsuchimikado Haruha's deep voice came from behind, and it sounded a bit vague for some reason.

Dazai stopped and did not answer for some reason. After a long while, he heard a smile in his voice: "That's right, my ability 'Disqualification in the World' is passively triggered, it has nothing to do with my will, as long as I Live and it will work, in other words..."

There was a muffled sound, the sharp weapon pierced into flesh and blood, and then Haruha Tsuchimikado's voice sounded in my ears, it was very close at hand but very far away, as if passing through the glass, it was not very real: "In other words , as long as you die, that ability will not work."

"Anticoagulants are added to the cigarettes, and the knife is filled with poison that seals the throat when it sees blood. Even with your physique, there is no way to stop the wound for a while."

While talking, Tsuchimikado Haruha pulled out the tazai, took out a palm-sized clay doll from his pocket, smeared the blood from the knife on it, and watched Dazai holding the wound that ran through his abdomen with a blank expression. Lowering his waist, he took two steps forward unwillingly, and finally couldn't hold on to kneeling on one knee.

As if touched by Dazai's desire to win, Tsuchimikado Haruha comforted: "Don't worry, I was just joking just now, Huang Quan will not accept a monster like you, the world does not want it, so you cannot die."

"Really, that's such a pity..." Dazai muttered to himself as if sighing. In his gradually blurred vision, the alley only one step away was getting farther and farther away from him, and a few dozen meters away, waiting at the door After a long time, Zhong also became irritable.

"No one will save you. After extracting the soul, there will be a monster who knows puppetry to control this empty shell and send away the young people outside. Using body memory, the behavior and dialogue can be imitated exactly, and even the person cannot be recognized."

"You know...it's so clear..." Dazai sarcastically softly, but the temperature of his body was draining rapidly with the blood, and there was a tug from his soul, and he couldn't hold on after he finished speaking this sentence, and fell forward to the ground .

After a while of dizzying, his field of vision changed, and his body became stiff and unable to move—he was locked in the palm-sized statue, and the empty shell of his lost soul fell to the ground, with a distinct smile on his mouth.

The author has something to say: In fact, there is no rollover, and the middle is still there. How can it be called a rollover?Dazai noticed something was wrong when Qingye asked it to take effect, but Chuka was outside, so he just got lazy and didn't do anything.Although this chapter is short, I have thought about it, and it is all to reproduce the theatrical version of Tang!

And this kind of wall-to-wall, erroneous drama made me a little excited.