Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Ah...ah?!"

One second he was drinking water with his head down, and the next second he stared at him with wide eyes. The white-haired boy sprayed a small amount of water on the table in front of him, and at the moment he was frantically looking for a cloth to wipe the table.

The lady waiter who had just greeted the guests at the door passed by and handed him a rag, and Atsushi Nakajima quickly smiled apologetically.

"Are you afraid of me? No, surprised to see me?"

Shizhi thought that he didn't do anything out of the ordinary that day by the river bank, that is, he read people's voices in detail and invited them to dinner.

According to the reaction rate of a normal person, being read by him the first two times would only be considered a coincidence, and it would take more times to realize that this is his ability.

"No." After the surprise, Atsushi Nakajima withdrew his expression and finished wiping the table. He looked back at the silver-haired boy standing next to him, and asked with some hesitation, "Tuzhi-kun is a student... shouldn't it be at this time?" above……"

Atsushi Nakajima stopped in the middle of his speech. He recalled the first meeting last week. It was also a time when a normal student was in class, and the person in front of him was... who skipped class.

Atsushi Nakajima, who grew up in an orphanage and has never read a book, held back the words "study is very important, skipping classes is not good". He felt that he had no position to persuade, so he could only wrinkle his lips, hesitating whether to change the subject.

"Skipping class." Tokaru said lightly, not thinking that this was the behavior of a problem student at all. He still repeated the first sentence after coming over, "Does Atsushi have Dazai Osamu's contact information?"

"Oh, it's not good to skip class... Wait a minute? Mr. Dazai? Why are you looking for Mr. Dazai? Mr. Dazai is not in the club today, and the phone cannot be reached."

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't figure out why Shizhi came to find someone for a while, so that many personal guesses flashed through his mind, such as what was commissioned.

But is commissioning too far?Are there no famous detectives in Tokyo?He remembered that there was a sleeping Mori Kogoro who seemed to be very famous in Tokyo...

"No, no entrustment."

Ah, no entrustment, is that just a normal visit to Mr. Dazai?Mr. Dazai... Oh yes, it's not the first time Jueda-kun saw Mr. Dazai enter the water, it caused trouble before, so...

"Not at all."

Oh, no, what's the reason?There are still some coming to Yokohama from Tokyo-wait for it!

It was like reenacting the setting sun in the afternoon on the day when we first met. The sun slanted in through the glass window of the coffee shop and reflected on Atsushi Nakajima's face, but he felt a chill behind his back.

Atsushi Nakajima pointed to himself with a terrified expression: "Did I speak out what was in my heart?"

Shizhi replied with a smile: "No."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Then why... eh? No way."

As if thinking of something, Nakajima Atsushi's expression froze.

Juzhi looked at the various changes on Nakajima Atsushi's face, and this startled reaction was quite interesting, showing his true feelings.

—Speaking of which, Ji usually has relatively few expressions.

Habitually comparing people, the spellcaster he knew usually didn't speak human words and only reported the names of the dishes, so after a long time, he became speechless and less expressive.

Zenyuan Maki said that this was caused by Ji’s personal factors and family environment since he was a child. Since Shizhi you came, his reaction has been enriched a lot.

——Blushing and getting angry is considered...rich, right?

Shi Zhikong's own expression is also considered to be one of the rare types. In the early years, when he faced believers, he was expressionless and smiled, smiling like a sky, making people shout "God's son is holy" and then fell down one slice.

——Well, it's getting farther.

Shizhi listened to Atsushi Nakajima's guess in a half-absorbed state, and when the other party wanted to guess his ability to a strange place, he interrupted Atsushi Nakajima's wild thoughts.

"It's what you guessed at first."

"Oh... oh, mind-reading... huh?!" The tone of surprise rose immediately, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't control his inner thoughts, and a lot of heartbeats brushed the screen of ten branches, "Mind-reading? "

With no intention of concealing his ability, Juzhi nodded and changed the question: "What is Osamu Dazai's cell phone number."

People's brains are sometimes faster than their mouths.

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously thought about the string of numbers he had just memorized, and after a few seconds he recalled that the person in front of him could read minds, so he quickly withdrew his thoughts.

But it was too late. Atsushi Nakajima, who had no experience in dealing with mind readers, was easily deceived by Juzhi to get the number. Juzhi took out his mobile phone and entered the number in two or three times. He created a new contact with the name "" Black Mud Essence".

Atsushi Nakajima: "Isn't that a bad thing...Wait, Toshieda-kun, what do you want to do with Mr. Dazai?"

Juzhikong: "I'm a little interested in Dazai."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Ah...?"

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't figure out what kind of interest this interest was for a moment, it was Mr. Dazai's interest in discovering that he was a man-eating tiger... 噫!

The white-haired boy who revealed another secret hurriedly shut his head, clutching the trousers on his knees with both hands and froze there, looking at Shizhi in embarrassment, Shizhi raised the corner of his lower lip towards him.

Shi Zhikong paused and said, "So Dun is a man-eating tiger?"

The silver-haired boy put his mobile phone against his chin playfully, his peach blossom eyes opened slightly rounder than usual, then he nodded his head twice, and said it again: "Dun is a man-eating tiger."

Atsushi Nakajima broke out in a cold sweat.

After he went back, he tentatively inquired about the "man-eating tiger".

However, since he developed himself as a conjurer, he only glanced at the news about the "man-eating tiger" that obviously belongs to the supernatural power user, that is to say, he roughly knows the origin and whereabouts of the tiger.

There is an equal sign between Atsushi Nakajima and the man-eating tiger.

But Atsushi Nakajima himself did not know this news a few days ago.

Shizhi noticed that something happened in the middle, but as he said just now, he was not interested in man-eating tigers, and after getting the mobile phone number, he was ready to leave.

It just so happened that Atsushi Nakajima's senior at the detective agency came down to look for him, and Jue made way for the black-haired woman.

Before pushing the door and walking out of the coffee shop, Shizhi heard the woman in a white dress and black dress with a butterfly hairpin wondering about his relationship with Atsushi Nakajima.

The moment Shizhi walked out the door, Shizhi turned his head, and the white-haired boy was gesticulating wildly to make his senior calm down.

—Ah, is he being guarded against?

——Indeed, ordinary people would run away long after they heard that he was a mind reader.

Juzhi left the coffee shop downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency.

His believers stood waiting at the corner across the street, and when they saw Shi Zhi approaching, the believers hurried up to meet him.

Juzhi was lowering his head to dial Osamu Dazai's phone, but after ringing for many times and no one answered, he called several times, and then put a question mark after the name of the number.

It's not that he doubts the authenticity of this phone number. Atsushi Nakajima can't lie. People's inner reactions are often a reflection of the truth, so it's probably because Osamu Dazai deliberately didn't answer or didn't have time to answer.

The believer waited for a while, and said respectfully: "Master Shizhi, where are you going next?"

After listening to the question, Shizhi put away his mobile phone, stood there with his hands in his pockets and thought for a while, and said, "Renhu is at the Armed Detective Agency... Then, where in Yokohama do you sell better rice balls?"

believer:……?

The assassination team he was in was not in charge of matters related to Renhu, and he put it in his heart after hearing the news about Renhu.

Believers know that they have no way to provide specific Dazai Osamu's whereabouts to help their gods.

He also asked if he needed to send his god to Osamu Dazai by making a wish, but he was refused.

The gods said there was no rush.

But no matter what, asking him to drive people around Yokohama to buy rice balls to compare which one is better is too overkill!

He is Port Mafia, a superhuman from the assassination team, and is... and now the car is full of rice balls of various flavors, and he himself has two bags in his hand, which he is about to stuff into the back seat.

—Is it too much?How many months can this amount last?

Ordinary people would not regard rice balls as three meals a day, let alone the well-paid port Mafia employees. The believer couldn't tell, he moved his eyes to the left dumbly, and his faith held his mobile phone over his shoulder.

Shi Zhikong was choosing which dish to pack to feed the dog rolls, so he ignored the phone call in his ear until he "threatened" with a full-time follow-up on the other end of the phone, and Shi Zhi didn't pay attention. .

Shizhi was laughing, he curled his lips, and his tone was calm, but there was something teasing in the ear of the caller.

"Isn't Wutiao teacher training Knotweed junior? Why do you have the time to stare at me?"

Looking back and forth between the saury and salmon, Juzhi thought that there was already a lot of salmon in the rice ball, and finally pointed to the delicious salt-grilled saury.

Wujo Wutiao on the other end of the phone responded to this sentence, he knew that the secret training was also known information here at Shizhi, and there was nothing to hide.

"Hey, the teacher found Youren another person to teach him, so I will call Sora when I have time."

Gojo Satoru said something about his studies, saying that he was ordered by the principal to remind Juzhi not to skip class again.

"No matter what, the minimum attendance rate must be maintained. Don't let other people advance to the third grade, and you will repeat the grade because of insufficient attendance rate."

Gojo Satoru also knew that Toko would not listen to persuasion in this regard, so he quickly jumped to the next topic after speaking.

"Speaking of which, Ji has been distracted in class for the past two days. It must have something to do with Sora."

"um, yes."

"It's so fast, you're in Yokohama, right? In Yokohama... Oh, I see, I didn't expect you to... Well, the teacher thinks you know what's in your heart. I hope there won't be a day when someone will intervene."

After chatting a few words about the students' psychology, Wutiao Wu quickly switched to the last one, which was also the most critical point for him to contact Shizhi today.

"Teacher was attacked by two unregistered special magic spirits last night. Although it was an episode, those two magic spirits have the ability to communicate. When they reported their family, they even mentioned your name, so the teacher came to tell you You remind me."

"The targets of the super magic spirit are you and Youren. Youren will be safe under my nose, but I can't stop you from running around, so I can only tell Sora to be careful."

"Did you hear—Tuzhisora-san—"

Shizhi paid and packed away the selected salt-baked saury. He answered Wujowu with the same long ending. believer.

"Send things to my school, you know the address." Shizhi ordered concisely, "If you can't send them in, let the guards go. Is there a problem with your identity?"

The believer shook his head quickly. After he took off his job as an employee of Mafia at the port, he was just an ordinary person, nothing special.

Believers: "Master Ten Branches, you...?"

Shizhi: "I'll go shopping for a while."

He didn't say how he was going back, Shizhi just stood there and watched the car drive away slowly. After the car disappeared at the end of the street, he met the person who stood across the street for a long time and stared at him for a long time.

No, he is not human.

The people coming and going saw him as nothing, and the curse spirit with silver-gray hair and obvious stitching marks on his face smiled at Shizhi.

——Hi, Shi, Zhi, Kong.