Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

Although Osamu Dazai refused in his heart, he finally drank the medicine honestly.

He put the empty cup on the table, he stuck out his bitter tongue, frowned and asked, "Where is Miss Zhu Shi?"

"Below." Yushiro pointed to the opened corridor, and then lowered his voice, "I warn you, don't say that kind of thing to Miss Zhushi again, otherwise!"

He raised his fist, the threat was self-evident.

"That's right," Osamu Dazai rubbed his nose, "It's because Yushiro-kun can't talk about love, that's why Miss Zhushi doesn't like you..."

Perfectly avoiding Yushiro's punch, Osamu Dazai waved his hand at him, "Okay, okay, I'll talk about private matters later, I'm going to talk about the real thing."

Who wants to tell you later!

Yushiro stared at his back, and couldn't help muttering: Does Miss Zhushi really like such a glib Dazai...

"Mr. Dazai."

Zhu Shi raised his head from before the microscope, nodded in greeting.

"Well, Miss Zhushi, thank you for the medicine." Osamu Dazai turned the chair over and straddled it.

Zhu Shi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he thought of, and smiled on his face: "The medicine was prepared by Yushiro. Before I proposed to make the medicine for Mr. Dazai to prevent illness, he had already prepared it."

"Ah?" Osamu Dazai blinked, then put his arm on the back of the chair, and said in a sad tone, "It's over, it seems that this time we are going to die."

Zhu Shi saw the way the two got along, although he was a little worried, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only hesitate and think of a way while falling into silence.

Osamu Dazai, who was still in a negative mood, started talking again: "I originally wanted to see Miss Zhushi's research results. Now, although I know that your progress is not going well, don't worry too much."

Seeing that his words were certain, Zhu Shi was a little confused: "Why?"

"Because there must be no progress there." Osamu Dazai spread his hands, "He thinks that the 'green flower of the other side' I mentioned is true, and now he is focusing on the research of the little potion I sent over. , but in fact there is no such thing, even if he spends all his research equipment, it is impossible to get any results."

"Is Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan also researching?" Zhu Shi was a little surprised.

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Yes, yes, the current experimental subject is the one who lost the battle."

Zhu Shi originally thought that Oni Wu Tsuji would sit back and reap the rewards, but when he thought of the character of the other party he had noticed when he was with him before, he understood.

Suspiciousness and conceit seem to be contradictory, but in fact they exist harmoniously in his personality. Gui Wu Tsuji is such a person,

Suspicion belongs to subordinates, self-confidence belongs to oneself.

However, thinking of Oniwu Tsuji's disliked character, Zhu Shi couldn't help worrying about another thing, "Mr. Dazai, although the medicine of Oniwu Tsuji was not learned from formal channels, it has been used for thousands of years. After the study of medical books, it can actually be regarded as an upper-middle level. In this case, if we use sunflowers instead of blue Bianhua in that potion, will he really not be able to see it?"

"It's okay, it's okay~" Dazai Osamu was not worried, "Didn't I say that people will have extraordinary tolerance when they get what they dream of. Although the effect of this thing is not as expected, or It reminded him of other extremely ordinary objects by accident, but after all, this was the only time he saw hope in the thousand years, no matter how small it was, he would not let it go. Besides—"

He said with a smile, "Chaoyanghua, and Lord Ghost King, who is chasing the sun, are a perfect match!"

Zhu Shi was influenced by his tone, and for some reason, he thought about the ghost Wu Tsuji who turned into a sunflower and smiled smirkingly at the sun.

Zhu Shi: "..."

Ah... hot eyes.

"But having said that, Ms. Zhushi," Osamu Dazai leaned on the arm resting on the back of the chair, tilting his head to look at her, "Sure enough, the blood of the ghost king is more helpful for research?"

Zhu Shi pulled his thoughts away from his imagination, thought for a while, and replied: "Theoretically speaking, the blood cells separated from Kamiseru Er are the same as those possessed by Kimai Tsuji, so there should be no problem in research. But in fact, it is artificial separation after all, and there will always be errors. If it is the blood of Kimai Tsuji, it will make the research more convenient at that time."

"Ah! That's it!" Osamu Dazai straightened up and snapped his fingers vigorously, "Then it's decided, next time I go back to Infinite City, I'll get some blood from Lord Ghost King!"

Zhu Shi fell silent for a moment, his face was so startled by his words that he almost broke out in cold sweat.

Even though she never complains, I would like to say something here:

Mr. Dazai, why can you talk about such a dangerous thing as if it were as simple as going home to get a bandage!

Is Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi your free blood bank?ah?

How embarrassing is this for the Ghost Slayer Squad!

...Oh, there seems to be more than one sentence.

Osamu Dazai didn't know what was going on in her heart. After discussing the important matters, he wanted to say goodbye and leave, but before he left, he thought of the test tube upstairs again, and couldn't help saying: "Miss Zhushi, that poisonous... ..."

He pointed to the ceiling: "If the research is completed, can you give me both the finished product and the antidote?"

"But Mr. Dazai, that's really not alcohol!" Zhu Shi panicked at what he said.

"Don't worry, I won't try it~" Dazai Osamu comforted her with a smile, "I just think it will be useful in the future, maybe it can be used to deal with ghosts or something, just in case."

Hearing what he said, Zhu Shi finally felt relieved, and promised to send him a copy after the poison was developed.

Osamu Dazai received a satisfactory reply, and left happily.

But this joy didn't last long, because Osamu Dazai fainted the night he returned to his mansion.

-

The arms engraved with sin patterns stretched out, and a huge snowflake pattern unfolded under his feet. The pink-haired ghost faced the opposite person and posed a sabotage and killing gesture.

However, the man who had just been cursing because Yiwozuo bumped into him while walking, now has an expression of seeing a ghost—he really saw a ghost—and can’t stop backing away.

He was fighting with each other, almost wanting to go first, but in fact, within two seconds, he did turn around and run away.

Yi Wozuo looked at the fleeing man, curled his lips, and let out a "tss".

I thought I had finally met someone who had the guts to fight him.

But I also knew that he was dreaming, that man didn't even have fighting spirit, so how could he be the right opponent he was looking for.

"Eh—are you letting it go like this?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yi Wozuo's brows and eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked to the source of the voice behind him: "What are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty Yiwozuo is so indifferent to me, obviously we have been colleagues for hundreds of years." Tong Mo walked out from the forest, the moonlight shone on the iron fan he was holding, reflecting a gloomy light .

Yi Wozuo didn't speak, his indifferent face was full of the meaning of "If you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, get out of here".

"I really can't do anything about you, Your Excellency Yiwozuo, who made me and you the best friends in Shangxian—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Wozuo punched him in the face. With all his strength, half of Tong Mo's face was vacated, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Yi Wozuo shook his hands: "It's disgusting."

I don't know if he was talking about what he said just now, or the blood on Yi Wozuo's hand at this moment.

"Ah, isn't this very powerful, Your Excellency Yiwozuo!" Tong Mo didn't care about that half of his face, and became inexplicably excited, "I thought Your Excellency Yiwozuo just let go of that man because of his own strength You regressed and couldn't fight, and you were worried for a while because you were afraid that Your Excellency Yiwozuo would fall off the winding string, but seeing that your strength is still so strong, I finally feel relieved!"

Yi Wozuo was really irritated by his "Your Excellency" one after another, and he turned his head and left regardless of whether he had any business or not.

"Hey... hey! Your Excellency Yiwozuo, don't go, I haven't finished yet!"

Tong Mo yelled twice, seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, so he had to tell the reason honestly.

"Okay, Your Excellency Yiwozuo, I have found a very strong opponent for you!"

Hearing this, Yiwozuo finally stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked over: "Huh?"

Tong Mo smiled mysteriously.

"...Although I am also very curious about what Your Excellency Yiwozuo is doing outside on weekdays, but this time I absolutely did not follow you."

Tong Mo didn't care whether Yi Wozuo was listening or not, and said to himself, "I came here for some business, but I just happened to meet Your Excellency Yiwozuo."

Yi Wozuo finally moved his mind until now.

He remembered that before Tongmo's church was burned down, Kagurazaka was indeed his territory.

"What?" Yiwozuo said coldly, "Are you here to miss your lost youth?"

"Youth?" Tong Mo turned around in surprise, "What is that?"

Yi Wozuo didn't bother to explain to him, so he just kept silent.

And Tong Mo didn't have time to ask more, because he had already brought Yiwozuo to the location of the powerful opponent.

I saw a youth-like figure standing on the street, wearing a samurai uniform, with a sundial sword on his waist, and a long ponytail tied high behind his head, which was eighty percent similar to that of their boss—no, to be more precise, Except for the flower earrings dangling around his ears, the other party's whole person is eighty percent similar to Shang Xian Yi.

"Jiguo Yuanyi..." Yi Wozuo murmured subconsciously.

"Isn't it very powerful?" Tong Mo was as happy as a flower, "I found him when I got here. After watching him for nearly an hour, I found that he had been walking up and down the streets here, as if looking for What. I just feel that Your Excellency Yiwozuo is not far away, and you are also looking for an opponent, so of course I want to recommend him to you!"

However, after hearing what he said, the expression on Yiwozuo's face was not very good-looking, and he even frowned.

"You said, you watched him here for an hour?"

Tong Mo nodded in confusion: "Yes."

"Then have you forgotten..." Yi Wozuo said slowly, "Master Wu Mi still has the same eyesight as us?"

Tong Mo instantly covered her mouth: "Wow."

The author has something to say: Little Theater ①:

Dazai: I think Tongma will surprise me.

Tong Mo: Hmm, when you come across something good, you can’t just watch it by yourself, you have to share it with your friends~

Wu Mi: I watched Ji Guo Yuan [-] for more than an hour, and then it became double again. Damn, I’m blind.

Small Theater②:

Yiwozuo: Do ​​you come to miss your youth?

Tong Mo: Master Qing Zaojie.