Invincible conjurers don't need love

In the staff dormitory, Bai Tian took down a well-cared-for book from the bookshelf. She opened the book and took out the ginkgo leaf bookmark inside. She has kept this bookmark very well over the years. Like the uniform that has been dusty for many years.

"Wu, it's my dormitory you've been sleeping in all this time?" Bai Tian glanced at the bookmark, then clipped the bookmark back and put the book back in its original place.

Gojo Satoru felt at ease as if he was in his own home. As soon as he came in, he flung himself on Baitian's soft bed. He was the one who took care of Baitian's room all the time. He had the key at that time, or it was given by Baitian.

"No?" Gojo Satoru, who threw himself face down on her bed when he heard the words of the daytime, lifted his head with his pillow fluffed by the sun, took off his black eyepatch, and revealed his never-changing blue cat eyes, looking pitifully at her. Looking at her, a big man over 190cm tall was lying on the bed, basically his calves were outside the bed.

"I didn't say no, it's just that you haven't slept in your own dormitory at all. My bed is not suitable for a person your age." Bai Tian looked at the dormitory, although she didn't know how to live in a dormitory , but for her who has been stationed in Yokohama all year round, it is good to live in the college dormitory four or five times a year.

But the dormitory is obviously inhabited all year round, and there is plenty of life. Whether it is the unfinished cake on the table or the Xijiufu packaging bag in the trash can, she walks to the closet, and when she opens it, it is basically Wujo Wu's clothes inside. , it can be seen that this person is already living directly in her dormitory.

"I can't sleep in my own dormitory." Gojo Satoru still buried half of his face on the pillow, he hugged the pillow and rolled to one side, making room for a bigger space, then patted the space he vacated, desperately Indicates that she also lies down, "Dear dear~"

"Wu, at least eat this cake before going to bed, and you didn't put it in the refrigerator, it means you don't plan to keep it for too long, right?" Bai Tian picked up the cake on the table and walked to the bed, Seeing Gojo Satoru facing him, he sat down casually.

Gojo Satoru still maintained the posture of lying on the bed and hugging the pillow, not intending to reach out to take the cake at all, blinking his beautiful blue eyes and looking at the day expectantly. The cake fork cut off a small piece of cake and handed it to Wutiao Wuzu.

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes happily, accepting the feeding contentedly.

"Are you still a child?" Bai Tian confirmed with a blank expression that Gojo Satoru had swallowed what was in his mouth before feeding him another bite.

"Can't you?" Wujo Wujo tilted his head and opened his big eyes, "Aren't I cute?"

Bai Zhou looked at Gojo Wu seriously, she put the cake fork in her right hand on the cake plate for the time being, rubbed Wujo Wu's head before continuing to feed, did not give her answer, but just now she rubbed her head perfunctory Gojo Wu The action is quite like coaxing a kid.

—Okay, everything you say is right.

"The sister exchange competition between the Kyoto Prefectural Conjuration College and the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College is about to begin. Are you free recently, dear? Over the years, the Ghost Detective Agency has its own set of operating principles, right? As the president, I won’t tell you about the task that is so difficult that the president, who is a super conjurer, must be involved.” Gojo Gojo blinked and blinked.

"Yes, some time ago, the Supernatural Secret Service Division specially entrusted me with a exorcism mission. It will be idle for about a month after it is completed. Most of the time I will be stationed in Yokohama, as a trump card and a deterrent. This is also my most important task. 'Work'." After stuffing the last bite of cake into his mouth, Bai Tian stood up to clear away the cake plate and fork.

Gojo Gojo paused, and angrily patted the pillow.

"What's wrong?" Bai Tian stopped.

"Why are you so busy, my dear, that your desk is full of papers every time I pass by!" Gojo Satoru resented.

"It was brought by Pedestrians and Ranpo together, mainly the peace and non-war agreement of the port Mafia and the cooperation and mutual assistance agreement of the Armed Detective Agency, as well as the detailed records of Ye Zang's flower shop operation, and sometimes other cooperation cases, Fei Odor sometimes asks me to help with the follow-up matters of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man."

Thinking about it during the day, he said:

"Sometimes Gogol, who pursues freedom, also brings me some troubles. Occasionally, pedestrians also need to play with his friends Luanbu and Poe, and do things they are interested in, so during that time I will be in charge of pedestrians. For work, the Supernatural Secret Service Division occasionally sends me commissions, so it's probably just a coincidence."

Ayatsuji Xingren, Edogawa Ranpo, Oba Hazo, Fyodor, the Armed Detective Agency definitely has the handwriting of Osamu Dazai. When these five people get together, they feel that they can play a game of chess that can easily shake the world. But no one expected that they, who were on the side of justice, were free to calculate the time when Gojo Satoru might come to find Daylight and make a big fuss.

Although those tasks are not too much trouble for Bai Zhou, because Bai Yi trusts them very much and can sign and seal directly, but both Ayatsuji pedestrians and Edogawa Ranpo hope that she can read word by word, so Bai Yi also slowed down the work Efficiency Looked word for word, naturally slow.

Oba Yezang's flower shop business details record records all aspects of the planting records of the greenhouse and the law and time of flower blooming and withering. Sometimes the stories of the customers who came to buy flowers are also written. Very careful and focused, not missing a single word.

Gogol often caused troubles. Although he pursued freedom, he came to the Psychic Detective Agency because of Fyodor and joined the Psychic Detective Agency because of Bai Tian's personality charm, but in fact this person is not bound by any means. Actions come from his thoughts.

But ever since the White Day Sect said to him: "The so-called true freedom is based on certain conditions and rules, just as human beings can only live on the earth, because now only the earth can provide everything that human beings need to live, there are no rules Freedom, is that still freedom? Assuming that bondage does not exist, will 'freedom', the relative product of bondage, still exist?" After these words, Gogol slowly changed.

Probably because he regards the daytime as his rule and control, his behavior has gradually evolved from unpredictable chaos to the "although troublesome, but not a bad person" in the eyes of others.

A leader who can guide others is undoubtedly a very critical position and existence. If TA is kind, then even if the people under TA are at a loss, they will definitely have a path of kindness in their hearts, and vice versa.

Fyodor, who changed from a leader to a 'follower', didn't feel too uncomfortable. In fact, there was only a little restraint on him during the day——

If you try to do something bad and hurt others, I'll beat you up and bring you back.

Gide was also subject to such restraints, but over the years, this man's expression and temperament have become more and more soft and relaxed. The past of struggling to the point of madness and death, probably for him, can be used as a brief period for the children. You don't understand the story but you don't understand it. The day's bondage is tantamount to nothing for Gide.

The redeemed undead come back to life, bathed in sunlight as if they had never died.

Fyodor once thought that the little vermilion bird "little priest" was just an ordinary "messenger", until Gide was injured in a certain exorcism operation, and the little vermilion bird that had been nesting on Gide's head flew up in anger and turned into a A giant three-meter-high bird spewed out the sun's fire, and Fyodor suddenly realized.

That's right, as the life created by the daylight, which once possessed infinite magic power, how could the little red bird be just a 'messenger' duty, it was the daytime that gave Gide, Ayatsuji pedestrians, and even him Fyodor, they The last resort for these supernatural beings to deal with the curse spirit.

Little Vermilion Bird consumes too much magic power. In the past, Bai Tian could easily bear it without any feeling, but now, even though Bai Tian's mana reserves are still far beyond any magician, in her words, "I can feel the continuous loss of magic power from the body." , though only a tiny trickle."

The same is true for the maintenance of the light tent. Although the passage of magic power and recovery are proceeding simultaneously, the daylight is still strong enough to maintain their existence without changing their expressions, but everyone knows—it is different.

She used up the Holy Grail for a wish that sounded like it would be of no use to her.

"What kind of saint is this..." The pen in Fyodor's hand lightly touched the last stroke on the paper. What he is writing now is the reply letter used by the Ghost Detective Agency to reply to those entrusted letters. Flying beyond the clouds, his eyes were careless and completely off the letter, but his handwriting was still beautiful and smooth, without any jerky stagnation.

It is not surprising that he is so proficient, after all, he has been writing replies for four years in the name of the Ghost Detective Agency.

It can be said that Ayatsuji pedestrians are overconfident in entrusting such a job to Fyodor, who has a criminal record, but Fyodor also knows that this is the punishment given to him by the other party. After all, the location of the Holy Grail fragments was so scattered and wide back then , he 'contributed' to Fyodor.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to do anything with the plan he envisioned.

Otherwise, it is really impossible to stay in the supernatural detective agency.

With the open window, the sea breeze is blowing. When you raise your head and look slightly sideways, you can see the refreshing ocean. The sea is sparkling. In the backyard near the sea cliff of the Ghost Detective Agency, except for the path paved with white stones, Both sides are covered with all kinds of flowers. These beautiful plants were planted by their president himself.

Just look at the scenery when you want to relax.

"It's too slack." Fyodor actually felt satisfied with his current situation. This was something he had never imagined before. No human sufferings, war disasters, or grand ideals can compare to this sea. , a piece of flower, a piece of... sunshine.

Buddha?

Maybe you can say that about him.

Fyodor heard the sound of the door opening, saw the pedestrian Ayatsuji, looked at the mobile phone in the hands of the pedestrian Ayatsuji and the detective's expression at the moment, he quickly reacted: "Is the president not coming back?"

"Ah, I'm going to stay in Tokyo for at least a week." Ayatsuji pedestrian's expression was cold, but Fyodor heard his gnashing of teeth, "Five, Jo, Satoru."

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[Short Yokohama Small Theater]:

Troubled Gogol.

It was dug out from the wall by the president today.

"Why did you get stuck in the wall." Bai Zhou thought of the Gogol he saw when he just walked over, he was like a cat that got too fat and got stuck after drilling a hole.

"Because the president said that ordinary people should not be allowed to know people with supernatural powers~ so when he passed through the wall, he saw people passing by~ Gogol stopped using supernatural powers, and as a result, his freedom was restricted, president—"

"There are no ordinary people anymore."

"But Gogol doesn't want to move now..."

In the end, Gogol was punched by the president to punch a hole in the wall, and then he was dug out. Fortunately, he was fine, at least he was not cut off in the middle. Still using it, maintaining his condition.

Wanting to feel freedom through being restrained, he lay on the president's back, humming a little tune that he didn't know where he heard it or that he made up on his own, doing whatever he wanted like an innocent child.

Today's Gogol is also in trouble.