Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

It is now late autumn, and the leaves have completely changed color. There are many fallen yellow leaves piled up on the ground. They are scattered on the cold street in the morning, and are randomly kicked to both sides of the road by one or two early walkers who occasionally pass by.

In Yokohama Komigaoka Park, a black-haired man is leaning on his chin to observe the gurgling water of the landscape fountain in front of him, what is he thinking?

The man was wearing a long camel-colored windbreaker, unbuttoned, with the fronts open, revealing the dark vest underneath and the pure white shirt underneath.Two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, a slender neck protruded from the middle, and the wrapped bandages were strange but inexplicably matched, as if growing on the other party's body.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise next to the man's ear, and the bench under his buttocks was kicked out of place. The man turned his head, followed the slender legs that were standing beside him, and a familiar short figure was reflected on his retina. .

The visitor's orange-red half-length hair is conspicuous and full of vitality. The long black coat that was often worn on the body is now held between the elbows of the other party, and the right hand with the same color leather glove is casually supporting on the back of the chair behind him.

The man—Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, and complained preemptively, "It's so slow——"

After hearing Osamu Dazai's speech, Nakahara Chu also felt that he felt a long-lost blood pressure surge, and he pushed hard on his feet, almost pushing up the bench.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, who stood up calmly after the seat began to recline, relying on his long legs, gritted his teeth and said, "Although it's the truce period, aren't you a bit too arrogant as a traitor?"

"You still dare to ask me out, you are very courageous."

Dazai Osamu didn't seem to hear the threat in Nakahara Chuya's words, he stretched his waist, put his hands on his back, tilted his body and looked at Nakahara Chuya in front of him carefully, after noticing the exhaustion beyond words, his heart The bottom line is somewhat clear, but on the surface, he probed quietly:

"Ah~ where did slug go to fool around yesterday? Although at this age you won't grow taller even if you don't stay up all night, but you really know that your height is no longer necessary~"

"If you want to be beaten, you can go straight..."

"Dark circles are very heavy." Osamu Dazai pointed to his eyes, "Did you sleep last night?"

The unfinished words in the Central Plains were forced to swallow after the sudden change of the topic. Looking at Osamu Dazai, who had become more serious, he lowered his eyes and sighed, as if he was very tired. ? Osamu Dazai body temperature on the bench.

After twisting on the hard seat and adjusting to a relatively comfortable posture, Nakahara Zhong also explained: "There are a lot of things going on recently, you know that too."

This fall has been an eventful one.It’s okay for ordinary people who don’t know the truth, but for insiders, especially those who only know part of the information but can’t do anything about it, this autumn is the autumn when overtime and bald people come to their door together.

First of all, the person who has maintained the enchantment for thousands of years for the Conjuration College, and can even be called the cornerstone of the Conjuration College—Tian Yuan—colluded with the curse and attacked the Conjuration College.

Although Gojo Satoru and the others managed to exorcise all the special curses present including the sutured real person who was told by Yuzu Yuhito, but Tian Yuan barely escaped after being seriously injured by relying on his understanding of his own enchantment, and disappeared with him. There are also six double-faced Nuo fingers and the Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo, No. 1-3, which are also super-class curse objects.

It is of course a big deal to lose nine super-level spell objects at once, but it is mainly a headache for the conjurers, and has little to do with them in the Central Plains.

After all, curses and people with supernatural abilities are two completely different systems. The only known things that can break curses are spell power and curse equipment. Some people with supernatural abilities don't even have the ability to see the curse directly with the naked eye.

Therefore, Mafia, the port whose goal is to maintain peace in Yokohama, only symbolically strengthened its defenses, and at the same time strengthened its external communication. If the curse came to the door, it would directly contact the conjurers.

——This? It’s not an issue that the Central Plains Central Committee needs to be concerned about. It’s just that the subordinates talk about it every day.

What really gave him a headache, and also the culprit that caused Zhongyuan Zhongye to stay up all night, was a message late last night, an urgent message from an informant at the port mafia——

The "book" that has been sealed in the Supernatural Secret Service Section has become transparent.

If it is said that Tian Yuan's defection with nine special-grade spell objects only caused riots in the magic circle? Then the changes in the book directly related to the safety of the country.

As long as the logic is smooth, the words written on the "book" will come true. Such a dangerous prop country has always firmly controlled it in its hands and treated it carefully. Even when researching, it just tore off a page .

But now, for some unknown reason, the "book" has become transparent.

The Ability Secret Service Division was completely blown up. From the beginning to the end, it was sorted out whether there was any contact with special people and things before the "book" changed. A lot of nails from other organizations.

The informant from the port mafia was also among them. Before being called out by a text message from Osamu Dazai, Nakahara was still thinking of a way? See? Is there a chance to get the other party back.

Thinking of this, Nakahara couldn't help being a little annoyed. He adjusted the position of his jacket, crossed his arms and questioned Osamu Dazai, who was standing aside, condescending, and said, "Speaking of which, why are you looking for me? And what else? What did you choose? Damn place, are you afraid that the difficulty of snipers is too high?"

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, a little absent-minded: "Try it a little."

"What??""

"It's useless to explain, a slug with a simple structure won't understand—"

Nakahara also chose to silence Osamu Dazai before he said something more irritating. He stood up with a "shua-" and grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar as if he was about to punch.

"I probably know where the 'book' is," Osamu Dazai raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and spoke faster: "I will contact you after confirmation—or maybe not, who knows."

"Hey," Nakahara Chuya lightened his hands, frowned, and said, "You guy? Something's been wrong since just now."

Even Osamu Dazai couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Sure enough, this is the case for intuitive creatures? Isn't it unreasonable...

Osamu Dazai had a dream last night.

Human beings cannot? Control their own dreams, and Osamu Dazai is unfortunately one of them. The dream is blurry, and the only impression is that a man with smoked pink short hair welcomes himself into the home. The man is holding a kraft paper bag in his hand. The edge of the paper bag A corner of the "book" was leaked here - Osamu Dazai had never seen a "book" himself, but his intuition was like this.

After that, there was a dazzling blue light. See? It’s not real, it seems that someone left and someone joined. One of the faces made him feel a little familiar, and he should have seen it somewhere.

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, and his expression changed back to the familiar one that Nakahara was also familiar with.

"Anyway, Yokohama—the world may be in chaos recently, remind Mr. Mori to prepare for battle."

……

"There have been a lot of incidents recently..."

In the black car, Gojo Satoru and Knotaba Yuhito sat side by side.Gojo Satoru had a sweet orange-flavored lollipop in his mouth, and held a handful of it in his hand. The colorful candy cubes were tossed and turned in Gojo Satoru's hands. The man tried to use this gesture to show that his hand was occupied is full, so temporarily unable to work.

Seeing this, Yuzu Yuhito on the side took a piece from Gojo Wu's hand casually, and as a reward, tore off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, a strong milky smell spread from his mouth.

Knotweed Yujin, who was biting a piece of candy, shouldered the heavy burden of checking the information very reliably. After the toffee softened, it stuck to his teeth directly. He bared his teeth while flipping through the thick information and sighed:

"I feel like the level of this task is not high. If Pai Wu comes, it's too big a problem."

Gojo Satoru on the side put the candy back into his pocket after the plot (do not read it by himself? Information) succeeded, and stuffed the part that could not fit into the red hood of Knotweed Yuuhito. He adjusted his sitting posture and turned his back to Knotweed Yuren, leaning himself on the opponent's shoulder, absent-mindedly proposed: "Just kill a wave and forget it, anyway, it's not like I haven't done it before."

Yi Dizhi, who was driving in front of him, trembled, and the car immediately drew a twisted arc, and was barely rescued before it was about to hit the curb.

Yidizhi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, he couldn't believe what he heard just now, and didn't dare to ask, so he could only glance at the rearview mirror and carefully observe Gojo Satoru.

In the rearview mirror, Gojo Satoru was chatting with Knotabazu Yujin as usual, and the Knotweed who communicated with him seemed to be completely unaware of the conversation? Something was wrong, and even adjusted his posture after Gojo Satoru leaned forward to avoid breaking the other party's bones uncomfortable.

Thinking of the reason why the other party became a teacher, and the theory that "cultivating newcomers is worse than killing one wave and another wave", Knotabagi Yuhito persuaded: "But wouldn't you be a teacher for nothing?"

"That's right," Gojo Satoru's shoulders slumped, and he rubbed hard, trying to lie flat in the narrow back seat space, "Why? My students haven't grown up yet..."

"Because your teachers are still inexperienced?"

"It's too much~ I want to eat nut ice cream tonight."

"Then let's eat outside after finishing the task early today. I've been doing it recently, and occasionally I want to eat something outside."

In a few words, Gojo Satoru had already moved more than half of his body onto the lap of Yuzu Yuuhito, and when he saw that Yuzu Yujin was doing nothing, he had a special reaction, so he reached out his hand to block the document that Yuzu Yujin was flipping through.

Facing Gojo Satoru's small movements, Katsuobu Yuhito sighed helplessly: "I can't see the file..."

Gojo Satoru didn't think it was necessary to read the documents. After all, what was the task?So he just came up with an idea casually: "The materials were collected by Yidizhi, so let Yidizhi summarize it."

"Mr. Yizhi will have a summary after he gets in the car. I just want to see the detailed information."

"Eh? Is it true? I don't remember Yidizhi talking at all?"

"Don't bully Mr. Yizhi..."

In the end, Yuzu Yuhito put the document aside, he reached out and rubbed Gojo Satoru's soft and slender hair, feeling the wonderful touch under his hand, as if thinking of something, he said with a smile: "You seem to be hindering work like this the cat."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru felt that this was a provocation to himself.

So he held the hand that was messing around on his head, and pulled it to his eyes——

Take a bite.

Knotweed Yuren: ...?