I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

Although the invitation was made, Iori still took the boy to buy clothes first. His current appearance is really disgraceful.

Because I have already given a pair of shoes before going to the coffee shop, so this item can be crossed out——

In the end, I went shopping from the morning until the sun was about to set, and Iori woke up and realized that she was addicted to shopping and wasted a lot of time.

She looked back at the boy carrying the big and small bags embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect the time to pass so fast, and it might be too late to tidy up your room."

The boy shook his head with a cute expression: "It's okay, I can sleep on the sofa, and I am very happy shopping with Ms. Iori, because no one has ever bought anything for me, and I have always been alone."

Dazai is playing the role of a loveless boy, with a cold heart - he is exhausted, if he knew this plan would suffer so much, he would definitely change it, and he must find a way to find a shikigami (coolie) to do this kind of thing.

If it wasn't for the emotional support of wanting to watch a movie, he would have quit long ago.

Fortunately, Yizhi quickly took him to a mansion in the suburbs.

"This is my home."

Iori pushed open the door and took the shopping bag from the boy.

"Miss Iori's house is so big, do you live alone?" the boy asked casually.

"Actually, there is my fiancé, but he is not in good health, so he can't come to greet guests." Iori said softly.

When talking about her fiancé, her demure and beautiful face burst into a frenzied light.

Noticing this, Dazai raised his eyebrows, becoming more interested.

"...Miss Yizhi, don't blame me for talking too much. In fact, because of my family's occupation, I am more sensitive to these things." The black-haired boy gritted his teeth, and looked at Yizhi, "Your house is very dark."

Yizhi slipped his hand holding the shoe cabinet, and all the rows of small vases placed on it were swept to the ground.

"Miss Iori, are you alright?"

Hearing Dazai's nervous inquiry, Iori quickly came back to his senses, and explained sheepishly: "The weather is very cold recently, and my fingers tend to get stiff, I'm laughing."

"Is it really all right? Fragments are easy to hurt."

Dazai grabbed Iori's hand with a speed that didn't fit his current taciturn image.

Iori suddenly felt that the field of vision in front of him was shaking violently, and the voice could not be heard clearly. The whole portrait was sealed in the water tank, which weakened the five senses.

But three seconds later, this feeling completely disappeared, as if breaking free from the shackles.

Yizhi felt that she had never been so relaxed, and her mind was also clearer than ever before, so that she had to adapt for a while, then slowly shook her head and pulled her hand back: "I'm fine."

Dazai didn't care about the other party's refusal to approach him, and said with a normal face: "Ms. Iori's hands are cold, please keep warm."

"Well... I will." Yi Zhi replied a little absent-mindedly, and after only a few breaths, the evil spirit entangled her again like a maggot attached to the bone, making her subconsciously hug her arm in the cold.

Feeling the coldness of the evil spirit, she made up her mind in just a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, Dazai-kun, I suddenly remembered that my family is inconvenient recently, so I can't take you in."

"Ugh?"

But Iori didn't wait for him to react at all, and quickly grabbed Dazai's arm and pushed him towards the door: "Get out of here quickly, you must get out of this block before dark, don't look at anything after you leave the villa, what? Don’t even listen, go as far as you go, remember?”

The slender woman seemed to have great strength, and Dazai had to grab the door frame: "Then let me at least call home?"

Iori glanced out the window, and with Dazai's firm attitude, he could only nod his head.

"It's me, thanks to a kind lady, I realized my mistake, can Mr. Murakami pick me up? Location... I saw a convenience store on the way here, and the one we saw near Rabo Street The home is exactly the same. Well, it is 3000 meters west from there, the sun is about to set, Mr. Murakami must move faster."

After saying this, before Dazai even had time to hang up the phone, Iori pushed him to the door.

Seeing that the boy was about to be thrown out of the door, but when Iori held the handle, the window that had a ray of sunlight coming in suddenly went dark, as if someone had drawn the curtains outside the house.

At the same time, the air also became viscous, like an extremely dense colloid that trapped the only two humans in the room, making them like specimens sealed in amber, unable to move even a single finger.

"Hahahaha……"

There were bursts of weird and piercing laughter like loud sounds from all directions, sometimes far and sometimes near, up and down, indescribably creepy.

"Don't be afraid..." Yi Zhi tried to comfort the boy behind him, "I will protect you."

"But Miss Iori has been shaking." The boy said in a clear voice.

At this time, the slightly gloomy silent boy disappeared, and the interest in Dazai's eyes and the carelessness in his words made him look like a different person.

But Iori was too nervous, he didn't notice any changes in the boy, nor did he see the sizzle of the air close to the boy, the evil energy was evaporated instantly like water dripping on the red-hot iron.

She just subconsciously grasped the young man's somewhat cruel wrist, and said to herself more like persuading herself than persuading the young man: "It doesn't dare to kill me, and I won't let it kill you, it can do it, do it owned……"

Dazai tilted his head boredly, why didn't this monster start hunting, and just pretended to be a ghost?

Moreover, according to the type of evil spirit in the room, there should be two other guys here.

"Iori—Iori—"

After laughing for a while, the voice saw that Yizhi hadn't moved for a long time, and suddenly became anxious. Accompanied by the mournful voice of fingernails scratching the blackboard, he called Yizhi's name loudly, like urging and accusing, and also with a faint threat.

The demonic aura in the air was also affected by the master's emotions, violently tumbling like boiling water.

Iori's hands and feet were stiff, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from her palms, whose temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. She was obviously terrified, but she swallowed her saliva, and took a step forward against the heavy air around her.

The sharp voice obviously didn't expect her to have such courage, and the continuous screams were stuck for a second.

But then it roared angrily: "Iori!!!"

Following this roar, the long-haired woman was hit hard out of thin air, and she bent down while clutching her abdomen with a cry of pain.

But even after being punished, she did not let go of the boy's hand.

Dazai quietly watched her struggling, and suddenly sighed.