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Mansling Personal Safety Protection and Rights Protection Association?

God!They actually have an organization!The elders were shocked.

This was not an invasion on a whim, but a premeditated, planned, and purposeful team-building activity.

With this alone, the nature is completely different.

How many members does an association established by the magic spirit have?Who is its leader?What is its blueprint?The conjurer world knew nothing about it.

"Damn it! There's no news about such an important matter!" The elder secretly gritted his teeth.

They still kept their heads down on the floor, their noses crushed into a paralyzed mass, like the poor dead in the Detective Conan crew about to be traced with chalk by the police.

Under the icy coercion of the super magic spirit, no idiot is willing to rush to die.

Seemingly casual, Liu Hu nervously finished her lines and quietly wiped off her cold sweat.

The previous appearance poses were designed and guided by their big sister Tou Lingling. They rehearsed many times before the performance, and finally created the most fashionable debut appearance.

"We have to have a super-gorgeous, super-handsome appearance in order to be able to suppress the hateful magicians." Ling Ling folded his arms and said solemnly, "You can't be ashamed of throwing anything, just stop me!"

One minute on stage, ten years of work off stage, how much essence of time is condensed in just one minute of appearance, these stinky magicians can't even imagine.

Ling Ling taught her three younger brothers: Pretend to be like the wind, always be with me.

The meaning is: after the costume is finished, you must quickly disappear in front of the public like a beautiful girl like the wind, so as to create a very mysterious and high-end external image of yourself.

Mystery is not one of the most important elements to maintain a high style.

Take a chestnut: Kaitou Kidd.

When you hear titles such as "The Magician under the Moon" and "Arsen Robin in the Heisei Era", a high-end and elegant white figure will naturally appear in your heart, and he will quietly steal your heart in the dark.

But if, just as he's about to steal your heart, you pull a live fish out of your back - it's a different story.

Phantom Thief Kidd was scared to cry by the fish. Precious video. After the avi was played, Lingling stood by the projector and pointed the pointer at Kaito Kuroba, who was about to faint on the screen, and said to her good student, "Did you see this? It’s the result of over-pretending.”

"Remember!" She flicked the pointer, and the stick slapped Leuhu's hand who was trying to steal the hot pot, "Quick and fast, run away after pretending, and never give them time to think."

With Leu Hu tearfully rubbing the back of his hand, Lingling officially confirmed the course of action: "Quick, accurate, ruthless, leave after hitting, show us the aura of the Son of Wind!"

Thanks to the elder sister's repeated teachings, Louhu and the others quickly flashed away after finishing their lines, and a gust of wind blew by, leaving only the old grandpas buried in the dead leaves on the ground.

The elders struggled to get themselves out of the dead leaves, and they looked like begging craftsmen with sharp eyes at the subway entrance, walking around the world with a broken bowl, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"What a shame!" The grumpy old man blew his beard angrily, "Where's Gojo Satoru? Let him come to the meeting!"

At this time, Gojo Satoru was still in love with Daifuku in the dessert shop, with a sip of matcha flavor on the left and edamame flavor on the right, with little flowers popping out of his back happily.

Xia Youjie, who received Gojo Satoru's photo showing off for the Nth time during work: Where is my knife?

Today, he gave the audience the lords to praise Mao Mao Huo Huo Huo Huo.

This chicken breaks the cat, and if it is not killed, it is not enough for the common people to be angry.

[Wu, the family is in danger, return quickly. 】

Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone and glanced at the text message sent by Ye Mo Zhengdao, stuffed the remaining Dafu into his mouth in twos and twos, and muttered, "The short vacation is over."

It's time for him to get busy.

In the spacious and atmospheric conference hall, conjurers gathered from all over the world whispered to each other.

"Hey!" Gojo Satoru greeted Angeji with a smile, "I received a lot of calls today. It's just a temporary business trip. Do you miss me so much?"

"Don't be narcissistic!" Ange Ji never admitted that she was relieved when she saw Gojo Satoru.

The sudden appearance of the Curse Spirit Personal Safety Protection and Rights Protection Association, and the unknown curse master with unknown motives are like two clouds pressing down on the sky of the magic world.

Even though many people stubbornly refused to admit it, the initial atmosphere of depression and fear dissipated after the arrival of Gojo Satoru.

Countless secretive or blatant glances glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was sitting leisurely in the first row of the conference room, and hidden pride flooded into people's hearts.

Why be afraid?The strongest is on their side!

"Whether my idea can be realized depends on how Mr. Wujo chooses."

Dazai Osamu's voice and everyone's fiery eyes shone on Gojo Satoru, and the black-haired youth in his memory made a steady move on the chessboard.

"Should we rely on your blessing to let the magic world continue to maintain this false glory, or force them to accept the fact that they are vulnerable?"

The white queen on the chessboard was held by Osamu Dazai. He lowered his eyes and raised a lazy smile: "The magic world without you is vulnerable to me, and it depends on how badly I want to be played." Feeling."

As luck would have it, he just wasn't a nice guy.

"What a vicious person." Wu Tiaowu put his legs up on the table, and Xia Youjie sat down beside him, his eyes were blue and black with resentment.

"Who are you talking about?" Xia Youjie covered his mouth and yawned, like a social animal whose nerves were overwhelmed by overtime, and just wanted to sleep in the conference room.

"Squeeze you into such a person." Gojo Wutiao didn't look sideways, and never mentioned that he deliberately sent photos to envy Xia Youjie when he was on a business trip.

"Today's meeting, almost everyone came, right?" Xia Youjie didn't bother with Gojo Wu, he squinted his eyes and scanned the surroundings, taking in all the expressions of everyone.

"It's impossible to expect me to go to war." Gojo Satoru shook his finger, "I'm a pacifist."

There are only three types of people in the conference room, one is those who are attached to Wujo Wu and receives his favor, the other is people who are wise and wise and will not openly confront the strongest, and the last one is Wujo Wu himself.

Those who checked and balanced him and those who opposed him were all quietly wiped out in that joint operation.

It wasn't from Wujo Satoru's instruction. Although he occasionally thought that it would be much easier to kill all the old things, he himself was not a person who killed indiscriminately.

Dazai Osamu is different from Gojo Satoru. He looks at the magic world like a bouquet that needs pruning. In order to make it into a shape that satisfies him, it doesn't matter how many branches and leaves are cut off.

"As long as the most basic veins are still there, the cut flower branches will not wither." Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the ground, and strung together the cut flower buds one by one with a willow branch, deftly weaving them into a beautiful wreath.

The potted plants pruned by him are described as "destroyed" without being obtrusive. After a long time, people can even hear Cthulhu's affectionate call, which blinds the noble taste cultivated by Wu Tiao in the big family.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands, and put the wreath on the top of Ling Lingfa.

He has no interest in the shredded branches and dead leaves on the tatami, and calmly throws the mess on the ground and Gojo Satoru who is forced to face Ke Zong's potted plants, and goes out to play arcade games with Lingling.

It is said that if you want to be a hands-off shopkeeper, you have to shake your hands to the end. It is impossible to work, so you can only quietly be the black hand behind the scenes.

"The reform of the magic world is coming soon." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and said to Xia Youjie, "In today's meeting, we will establish a cooperative relationship between the magic world and the curse masters."

Taking advantage of Ling Ling's good momentum to fight for them, he transferred the hatred to the curse spirit, prompting the magic circle to embark on the road of collusion between black and white, and finally completed the three-hour plan proposed by Osamu Dazai.

"The three-moment concept is the theory first proposed by Mr. Natsume Soseki." Osamu Dazai walked on the road with a bag of bread in his arms.Ling Ling refused to walk by himself as before, hung himself on Dazai Osamu's back easily, and was looking into the bread bag with his head.

"Is there anything you can eat with Zero Sauce?" Osamu Dazai raised the bag upwards.

"No." Lingling retracted her head, rested her chin on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and asked with unconcealed disappointment, "Why is there no wasabi-flavored pineapple bun?"

"Because there is no pineapple in the pineapple bun." Osamu Dazai complained, "So why is it called a pineapple bun? It's really a fraud."

Human beings are too cunning, and the sincere AI wants to call the police.

"Continue to talk about the three-moment idea." Under Lingling's envious gaze, Osamu Dazai removed a piece of butter cube and put it in his mouth.

The cream smells like shampoo in the mouth of the mantra, not the pleasant peach-flavored shampoo, but kelp and ginger.

It has been scientifically proven that kelp and ginger have no effect on hair growth. If you should be bald, you will always be bald. Shampooing is not as good as hair transplanting.

"Port Mafia, Ability Special Affairs Section, Zero-chan, does Zero-chan know who the other party is?" Osamu Dazai licked the cream on his fingertips.

"The party represented by Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi and Edogawa Ranpo." Ling Ling said, "They may establish an armed group in the next two years."

"It's really pitiful to think about the port Mafia." Dazai Osamu said gloatingly, "Three-legged, the bad reputation is all due to it."

"Master, you are also a member of Mafia at the port." Ling Ling kindly reminded, "And you are a high-level person who is about to be promoted to a cadre."

"Cut." Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, "What's so good about the cadres, they will be squeezed by Mr. Mori until there is no time to go to Lupin for a drink."

Lingling thinks that Moyuru is not qualified to say this, but she is kind-hearted by nature, and she is still ready to comfort herself from being a BOSS downgrade to a worker's master: "No, Mr. Sakaguchi Ango, who works two jobs, has Time to drink, no matter how busy the master is, he won’t be worse than him.”

"Two jobs?" Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened: "An Wu, who looks like a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is actually a sophomore?!"

Good guy, what surprises does he have that I don't know about?

"Ango, Ango actually have two salaries!" Osamu Dazai couldn't believe it, "Why doesn't he buy me a drink? It's so rich!"

Okay, Ango Sakaguchi, thanks to Osamu Dazai, he thought that his friend’s family was poor and tried to lead him on the road of literature to earn some manuscript fees to support the family. Who would have thought that he would secretly work part-time outside behind his brother’s back? !

"Anwu, you have so many eyes." Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, "He won't treat me to a meal of king crab, this matter will never end."

eat!Let go of your stomach and eat!He wants Ango to be poor, and then sees that his friend has to fall into draft hell with him in order to support his family.

If you want to die, everyone will die together, don't think that no one can escape the other.

"Ango is an undercover agent sent to the port of Mafia by the Supernatural Secret Service...So it turns out that the Supernatural Secret Service is also a social animal organization that works overtime 24 hours a day." Dazai Osamu.

In the three-moment concept, both organizations are social animal concentration camps. Will Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi have a little bit of conscience?Dazai thought.

He is considering whether to change jobs.

Osamu Dazai originally joined Port Mafia to find the death he wanted in a profession close to death, but when it comes to the diversity of people and the many possibilities of death, he saw more things with Zero Zero than in Port Mafia .

"With zero sauce, why should I work for Mr. Mori?" Osamu Dazai said to himself, "Isn't it good to be a boss by yourself?"

Although Ling Ling is particularly creepy in press reminders, he usually indulges Dazai Osamu as much as possible. It is not an exaggeration to use the word "doting". In Ling Ling's eyes, Dazai Osamu is no different from Jiaojiao.

It's better to be ruled like a bunny than a bastard. Aren't lively and cheerful girls much cuter than middle-aged and young-female-controllers?Why did he put up with Mori Ogai's unreasonable overtime request?

Osamu Dazai didn't reflect on the fact that he was an order of magnitude higher than Mori Ogai when he forced Ginjiu and Xia Youjie to work overtime. He felt that he was wronged, and everything he did was obviously for everyone's benefit.

"It's a bit early to change jobs now." Ling Ling said, "Looking at Yokohama, only the Port Mafia and the Ability Secret Service Division provide employees with five insurances and one gold meal allowance, as well as year-end bonuses, attendance bonuses and field subsidies."

Although Mori Ogai is often not a human being, he is quite generous to his subordinates.

"That's right." Osamu Dazai nodded, "But oh, Zero-chan, I haven't won the perfect attendance award."

After all, it is a professional accountant who arrives late and leaves early.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Ling whispered softly, "As long as the master can hand in the manuscript once a week, I can modify the clock-in recorder at the gate of Mafia at the port at any time."

"No." Osamu Dazai hid his face behind the bread bag, "Let me be deducted from wages, be honest, be honest."

Passing the corner, Osamu Dazai walked into a towering building.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The front desk lady politely stopped Osamu Dazai, who was dressed in casual clothes and was holding a bag with the logo of the humble bakery.

She did not discriminate against Osamu Dazai because the other party was suspected of being a disabled person or a sophomore. After all, pretty boys always have privileges.

Such a good-looking person is not suitable for the 30-year-old Hedong 30-year-old Hexi Mo bullying young poor face-slapping scenes, the sister at the front desk thought overflowing with maternal love.

Osamu Dazai, a magical boy who opened his mouth to invite to die in love but has a lot of fans of mothers and sisters, is the kind of tender-faced Mori Ogai who will be praised by ignorant passers-by when he walks with Alice.

It is in stark contrast to the grandfather, the largest shareholder of the board of directors, who rushed to pick him up.

"Mr. Dazai, you are here." The silver-haired man bent down humbly, and said to Dazai respectfully in the eyes of the sister at the front desk: "Everyone on the board of directors is here. Want to see it?"

"It's a quick move." He texted casually when he was buying bread, and now everyone is there.

"So obedient." Dazai Osamu pushed the bread bag to the man with a smile, "Take it and share it. I have good news for you today."

The man didn't relax because of Dazai Osamu's rare and kind attitude, he was too aware of the hard-heartedness of this handsome young man in front of him.

It was the terror that mortals would suddenly have nightmares upon seeing, a blank shadow that would shatter the brain.

If, if they didn't get together within 10 minutes of getting the text... the man looked down at the cheap bread in his hand.

eat bread?Oh, not even the last meal.

But... the man secretly glanced at Osamu Dazai, thinking of the profits the other party brought him, his heart became hot, and the baguette in his hand shone like a gold bar.

That is a huge profit enough to turn a rational man into a fanatical gambler. In the torrent of money, he is the king in charge of everything.

"Everyone is very active, I'm very happy." The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Osamu Dazai glanced at the dark heads in the room.

Everyone sitting here is a frequent visitor to news programs or financial programs. From the clothing industry to the catering industry, from small B&Bs to star-rated hotels, they together form the economic vein of the entire Japan.

Until today, these business tycoons had a superficial prestige, but in fact they had to pay a high amount of "offering money" to the three royal families of the magic world every year, in order to thank the magic world for its protection of ordinary people.

They should thank the conjurers who risked their lives to save people, but why does Yusanjia represent the entire conjuration world?

"Instead of giving money to those feudal autocrats to play house fights, it's better to invest in education and donate a few more teaching buildings to the High School of Conjuration." Osamu Dazai asked kindly, "What do you think?"

Of course they feel very good!

The appetite of the school is much less than that of the big family. The students of the conjuration college are capable and talkative, unlike the conjuration family who are so arrogant that they almost write "you Muggles" on their faces, and they are difficult to serve. Terrible.

Cut off the rotten flesh and blood in a sudden and lore way, and hold the pulse gate in a way of dredging from the bottom of the pot.

The dark clouds standing above the world of magic and spells are forcibly broken up, and highly concentrated resources will be able to benefit everyone.

This is change.

A whole new era is coming.

The author has something to say: Shocked!The social animal friend who drank with me and cried poorly on weekdays actually worked two jobs outside!

Zai: Anwu, hungry, eat rice.

Ango: ...

Bankruptcy and disaster avoidance (peace)