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On a lonely night, a man with white hair and sunglasses carried a "corpse" in one hand and walked on the street with a pace that no relatives would recognize.

Pedestrians in the night tour made way for him one after another, and looked at the disabled person who was suspected of scolding the air with admiring eyes.

"Don't change the subject, do you think you can trick me a third time if you trick me once or twice?" Gojo Wu confronted passers-by with the tenacious eyes that looked at the escaped patients in the mental hospital.

"I didn't change the subject, I'm complimenting you very seriously." Lingling floated in the air, her toes dexterously passing over the blooming candlesticks under her feet.

Her eyes are full of sincerity, but Wujo Satoru, who wears colored glasses to see people, turns a blind eye.

This task is a small trial designed by Osamu Dazai for Gojo Satoru, not for anything else but to confirm his position.

Osamu Dazai colluded with the magic spirit, Xia Youjie who tried to flee from Tucun, the Panxing Sect who was hostile in the astral body incident...Compared with the general environment of the magic world, Osamu Dazai is undoubtedly the villain.

But Wujo Wu is different.

The prodigal son of the imperial family, a genius conjurer who grew up under orthodox education... Regardless of his background or position, Gojo Satoru is upright and upright.

Osamu Dazai wanted to know Gojo Satoru's first reaction when he was slandered by others, so that he could decide whether to give another life mentor brainwashing class.

Osamu Dazai is already very proficient at being a life mentor. When he returns to Yokohama, he will hold a special class to guide the lost teenagers, and he can also take a part-time job to subsidize his family.

Unlike Gojo Satoru, he is a very family-friendly man!

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Along the way, Gojo Satoru used many rhetoric techniques such as smacking east and west, surprise attack, and sudden tricks, etc., in an attempt to figure out their plot from zero-to-one routines.

Failed miserably.

There is no one in the world who is more able to fabricate out of thin air, take out of context, and change the subject than Lingling. Ren Wutiaowu set off a storm of saliva and she still takes it calmly, sitting alone in the lake pavilion to watch the snow.

Wutiaowu, with his calm posture, beat up the scumbag again in the street.

Scumbag: Injustice, I, injustice.

"Will Wubao, bah, Gojo-kun, you're back!" Yoko Shanming, who was waiting anxiously at home, was pleasantly surprised to see Romeo, who had returned from kidnapping, buy back the "goods" she designated.

Gojo Satoru's eyelids twitched, and he threw the half-crippled scumbag on the ground on his shoulders, deciding not to comment on what Yoko Yamaaki called him.

Although the debut was a bit hasty, Lingling’s fans support is too reliable. Wu Baojiebao’s nickname has been firmly attached to the two DKs before they can react. Teacher Bijin Island’s cheongsam women’s photo more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Lingling: Persecuting you, me, and him, happy thousands of families.

Please call her a red scarf classmate who does good deeds without leaving her name.

Goods-on-delivery-payment-payment, Shanming Yoko readily remitted the money to the website, 500 million yuan is not a lot.

"Wutiao-kun, will you get paid after the 2% commission from the website?" Yoko Shanming said worriedly, fearing that Wu Bao would have no money to eat.

If it doesn't work, she can sign a check on the spot!Rich women are fearless.

money?What it is?Gojo Satoru glanced sideways at Ling Ling.

Ling Ling silently took out a red banner from his sleeves, stretched his arms, and spread them out: [Closed down, closed down!Panxing God Cult closed down!The unscrupulous boss Xia Youjie ran away with his daughter!500 million in arrears to employees, all thanks to Gojo Wu-sama to make money!The whole school has 8000 people, waiting for food with their mouths open, no money, no money...] Since the longest width of Lingling's arms is only so much, the words on the banner are densely packed, and the last few small characters are curled up in the corner Li blood and tears sued the leader who owed wages.

Lingling put the banner in front of Wutiaowu's nose and asked silently: "The congregation members are going to be unable to eat, Wutiaowu, who is kind and kind, do you have the heart to take the reward for yourself?"

Gojo Satoru had never seen such a shameless person. He was so shameless that he took three deep breaths without finding an example sentence to refute from his English-Chinese dictionary.

The nominal leader of the Panxing Sect is indeed Xia Youjie, but anyone who knows a little about the sect knows that there is a big boss behind the leader, and this big boss is the common father of the whole church.

Osamu Dazai is rich!He is a black-hearted capitalist. Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu worked for him for nothing to earn money, and he took empty hands from the shareholders of Panxing Sect. Gojo Satoru is as rich as the shirt that he said he would throw away without batting an eyelid.

"...It's okay, I can get the money." Facing the guest who couldn't see the curse spirit, let alone the ambiguous banner in Lingling's hand, Wujo Wujo gritted his teeth and didn't refute.

He is not short of such a small amount of money, but his good brother is deeply trapped in a thief boat.

Believe him, Osamu Dazai can definitely do this.

From the moment Yoko Yamamin entered the remuneration into the website, Lingling, who was waiting like a little mother-in-law with a dog behind her back, stood on the cusp of the ocean of information and swiped her hand in the void in front of her eyes. The intricate dark web.

In the undercurrent of dark clouds, the black sea water flowed over the girl's calves little by little, the biting wind blew her loose long hair, and the cold data stream poured into the inorganic black eyes.

This is Zero Zero's battlefield, and she has never been defeated.

The unshaven man in the Internet cafe stared at the collection of vulgar jokes on the screen with a cigarette in his mouth. A pop-up window suddenly popped up and occupied the center of his sight arbitrarily; The beep sounded in a frenzy.

A man in a suit and leather shoes sitting in the position of the general manager of a defrauding company quietly has a top-up document in his mailbox; a woman in a leather skirt who drunk three strong men in a nightclub receives a fax from the bartender.

From dirty corners to bright halls, from unkempt to well-dressed, from truant students to elderly people in their twilight years, people who once called themselves "Curse Masters" received a common message: [Curse Master Recruitment Trading Platform] starts today Officially launched, the era of curse masters has come!

Are you still living in nowhere for the pursuit of the magician?Still struggling with tomorrow's breakfast?Are you still feeling overwhelmed, overwhelmed, self-defeating and desperate?

Come on, fellow cursers!Use your labor in exchange for salary, use your sweat to earn a splendid future!

The day is blinding, and I stand in the shadows.

Welcome, Judges of the Darkness.

"It's finally on the right track now." Dazai Osamu rested his head on one hand, and tapped his knuckles on the table lightly.

Use popular science to adjust ordinary people's fear of the unknown so as to reduce the number of curse spirits, awaken the declining lineage of curse masters to deal with dirty things that are inconvenient to see people, and hand over the rest of the curse spirits born due to normal circumstances. Active conjurer.

One black and one white, two roads go hand in hand, the peace and stability of the society will not be broken, and the reform will be completed without casualties.

"There are still two problems to be solved." Osamu Dazai said to himself, "First, the old things in the way above are too obtrusive, I can't stand it."

Osamu Dazai has an instinctive dislike for decay and conservatism, which reminds him of the old grandfathers in the port of Mafia who were still in power after Mori Ogai usurped the throne because of their surrender and standing in line too quickly.

Their combined contribution to the organization is not as good as Dazai Osamu alone, but they temporarily overwhelm him with their "seniority", and use their age as an excuse to put Dazai Osamu in the position of cadre candidate.

The title of the youngest cadre in history is destined to be in his pocket, and it is only a matter of time before the conservatives are cleared out by Mori Ogai.

But this does not prevent Osamu Dazai from being bored with them. It is understandable to pour this dissatisfaction on the grandfathers in the magic world, right?

"The right to speak." The black-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the tatami put his elbows on the pink and white rabbit that he placed between his legs, and brutally crushed Lingling rabbit's head.

Zero Rabbit slapped Osamu Dazai's arm with a carrot bang bang bang bang bang, not only failed to make Osamu Dazai move his hand, but he even slapped his soft ears twice.

"In society, the right to speak is the fundamental reason that determines status." Osamu Dazai kept teasing her with his short hands, and said lazily: "Once you lose your reliable right to speak, the Yusanjia is just a joke." That's all."

In the eyes of many people in the magic world, the right to speak of the Yusanjia may come from their tyrannical power, but Osamu Dazai, who has experienced the Dragon Head War, is very clear: money is the most important factor that is indispensable for maintaining stability.

"No matter how lofty the conjurers are, they must also worry about practical problems, fight in the battlefield they despise, and fight for a little bit of petty profit in a mess."

Osamu Dazai's voice was tinged with the kind of excitement that would have his subordinates pack up overnight to sail across the Pacific, across the Amazon, and seek refuge with cannibals.

"The arrogant are forced to bow their heads by things that are underestimated, the self-proclaimed nobles fight for life and death for copper, the human skin is torn off the beast's face, and the ugly heart feels ashamed in the sun—"

"I love watching this so much," he said admiringly.

"Bad taste." Lingling Rabbit said in a low voice, "Master just hates the old man in the port Mafia who tells you what to do, so he transferred his anger here? Grandpa Orange is wronged."

"Not at all," Osamu Dazai said cutely, "Am I a person who likes to vent anger? Zero-chan is talking nonsense, everything I do is for the future of the magic world."

No, anyone with eyes can see that you just want to play.

Lingling Rabbit flopped twice under Dazai Osamu, and was finally defeated by Xiaotu Zaiji. He raised his hand and waved the carrot with difficulty to show his surrender.

"Before breaking heads with the old grandpas, there is one more problem that needs to be resolved." Osamu Dazai stretched out two fingers, "That's the second point I mentioned earlier."

"The master of conjuration masters white, and the master of curse masters black, and jointly controls the day and night. It sounds very good, but there are many loopholes in the actual operation."

"Without the intervention of a third party, the two-person alliance cannot go far." Osamu Dazai gestured a triangle with his hand, "The essence of cooperation is checks and balances. Once one party's strength far exceeds the other, whether 'cooperation' becomes 'annexation' is only a matter of fact." Can place hope in the conscience of the tyrannical."

Dazai himself doesn't have such a thing as conscience, let alone expect others to have it.

"Therefore, there must be a third party who treats magicians and cursers equally to join the battle and control the two ends of the balance."

Osamu Dazai rubbed Ling Ling's furry cheeks with a smile: "Does Ling Ling know who I'm talking about?"

"If you want to say that the group that treats curse masters and curse masters equally, it can only be that." Lingling Rabbit shook his head, hit Dazai Osamu's thief with his soft ears, and replied: "The group that thinks that curse spirits are the only ones." It is a special class of new humans."

"Bingo." Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers, "The natural hostile relationship between curse spirits and conjurers is so interesting, there is no more strict supervisor than them that can prompt conjurers and curse masters to hold their noses together. "

Only in the face of death can people give up their disputes over identity and justice. Blindly giving candy will only make people lazy, but a butcher knife hanging high can force them to make peace.

"Can Zero-chan locate the location of those super magic spirits?" Osamu Dazai shook the little rabbit's white claws back and forth, "Thanks to Mr. Brain Flower's help, the next thing will be smoother, Zero-chan I need to prepare some delicious food for it tonight."

Ling Ling: Understood, the bitter gourd juice is full.

"Yes, yes." The pink and white little rabbit tilted its head, and patted the tip of Osamu Dazai's nose that was too close with his short hand.

"But," Ling Ling akimbo, "I think the master has been treating me like a tool man recently."

She is a writer training system, not a magician reform system.

Except for the "Approaching Science" program written by Osamu Dazai, which is within the scope of her business, whether it is brainstorming to cook hot pot or setting up an anonymous dating website for curse masters, it is voluntary labor!

Her master is undoubtedly whoring for nothing!

Osamu Dazai froze.

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Can Zero see it?Why did she suddenly see it?Some time ago, she has been very cooperative!

Dazai's heart was broken.

This terrifying woman who played with people's hearts broke his defense with just one sentence, and made the youngest cadre of Mafia, the future port, lose his cool.

Osamu Dazai had an intuition that Zero Zero would say the sentence he was least willing to hear, which made Osamu Dazai reflect on himself: Has he been too slack recently?Get carried away on vacation.

You can't be too complacent about being a human being. Of course you can avoid work. Work will not blame you, but will only give you double love.

"It was clearly agreed at the beginning, prostitution for free is prohibited." Ling Ling crossed his arms and said angrily, "Don't think that Ling Ling forgot, my memo has 10086 backup files!"

The Internet has memory, don't think that the files you delete are really gone.Zero Zero has a secret black history compression package, and picking any document in it is enough to shock Osamu Dazai for a whole year.

Never offend an AI, her women's P picture is really innocent - the clothes are seamless, Hogwarts graduates call Merlin directly after seeing it.

"What is Zero-chan talking about?" Osamu Dazai came back to his senses after a brief panic, and immediately put on a hurt expression.

"I've been thinking about a new book recently, and the whole novel is almost finished in my head, but Zero-chan slandered me for not doing anything." Osamu Dazai sobbed softly, "I'm so hurt."

Ling Ling suspiciously looked at Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the coffee table with his shoulders twitching, and silently turned his 360-degree omniscient perspective to the top of the coffee table.

"Pa-da." A crystal-clear teardrop fell on the coffee table, and Lingling carefully analyzed the composition of the water droplets—oh my god!Is really crying!

"I don't mean to blame the master, don't cry, don't cry." Lingling felt guilty, her master worked so hard when she didn't know it, and she still slandered him, it was true and wrong.

"That's right, it's all Zero-chan's fault, you're bad." Osamu Dazai secretly pinched the onion hidden in his sleeve with his fingertips, his eyes were red with smoke, as if he had encountered a wicked girl.

Fortunately, Lingling, the curse spirit, has not come back yet. Neither the AI ​​Lingling nor Lingling Rabbit has a sense of smell, and Osamu Dazai managed to hide it.

He is really a rare little genius in the world, praise yourself.

"Zero-chan slandered me, shouldn't he apologize to me?" Osamu Dazai pushed forward.

"I'm sorry master, it's my fault." Lingling said sadly, "Master's new book is almost finished in my mind, I only wanted you to write the beginning today, this is an absolute underestimation of master's ability, terribly sorry!"

Osamu Dazai: Wait!Bridge Bean Sacks!

His pupils shrank, and an extremely ominous premonition made Osamu Dazai's scalp tingle.

He seems to have returned to the days when he was dominated by Lingling. The fear of being choked by fate made Osamu Dazai subconsciously cover Linglingtu's mouth.

You can cover the rabbit, but you can't cover the almighty Cammy.

On the computer screen, the little girl who was less than half the size of Dazai's slap showed an expression full of expectation, and the little stars in her eyes almost fell into Dazai's throat, making what he wanted to say stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it. go down.

"Since the new book is about to be finished in the master's mind, then the master should work harder and finish it today!" Lingling said happily: "This should be easy for the master, right? Zero one point— —No trouble for you, right?"

Osamu Dazai covered his eyes with a "snap", and smeared the onions in his sleeves under his eye sockets.

Tell you what you can do!Why have you been obsessed with saying the worst things you should have said!Her ability to grasp the key points has always been very curious, did you know this from the first day? !

Never, never, Osamu Dazai shouldn't underestimate Zero Zero's excellent professionalism.

Although mentally handicapped, Lingling is a good AI, and she has always been able to urge updates.

Osamu Dazai threw away the onion in his hand, and looked at Lingling Rabbit's red rabbit eyes with red eyes.

Now, he should really cry.

The author has something to say: Zero Zero: I am not a devil.