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After dark, Yokohama Entertainment Street is as lively as a pot of boiling water.Even though it was late at night, there was still a picture scroll of busy traffic and people coming and going.

In an izakaya with an orange lantern hanging in front of the door, a tall bald man sat opposite a young man who couldn't tell whether he was a teenager or a young man.

"You seem to have disappeared from the Mafia port during this period of time. Is there something wrong with finding me suddenly?"

"Huh~? I'm looking for my next employer, and I want to ask what you recommend."

Taneda's expression was astonished, his eyes lingered on Dazai Osamu repeatedly in amazement, to confirm the truth and falsehood, Dazai Osamu just smiled and let him look at him.

Frowning: "Then, Supernatural Secret Service..."

"No, forget that."

Before Zhong Tian finished speaking, Osamu Dazai leaned back tactically, with rejection written all over his face, and he rejected it out loud.

"The kind of workplace that requires frequent overtime and takes cultivating "advanced capitalist social animals" as its own responsibility is not suitable for me. Besides, well, as long as it is a job that can save people."

Taneda rolled his eyes at Osamu Dazai with a kind of "young people who can't speak, don't talk", inexplicable eyes.

"Your resume is too dirty|dirty, full of blood|blood|gloom and darkness, you understand? Instead of looking for a new job now, it's better to clean up your dark resume first."

Taneda smiled for the first time since seeing Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai spent all his time waiting for Tanada's next words.

"How much does Dazai-kun know about the magic world?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "A little bit."

"Really?" Zhong Tian glanced at him inexplicably, and didn't expose what he said, but just replied: "It's good to know a little bit."

Due to the inability of ordinary people to see curses, the Supernatural Secret Service Division and related functional departments know little about things in the magic world.

No matter how much water is mixed in the "little bit" in Osamu Dazai's mouth, at least it must be much more than the average person.

Taneda sighed: "Recently, the Ministry of Internal Affairs intends to send inspectors to the magic world. I think this task should be suitable for you."

"Oh, it seems that I have been treated preferentially." Osamu Dazai said it was true.

An inspector affiliated with the Ministry of Internal Affairs?It was almost tantamount to writing his past clean.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes lightly, tapped the table twice with his fingertips, raised his eyes and responded with a smile: "I understand."

The news that "the Ministry of Internal Affairs will send inspectors to the magic world" spread like wildfire.

For a while, people in the magic world were panicked.

This move was really sudden. From the top (high-level conjurers) to the bottom (ordinary conjurers), everyone guessed the Ministry of Internal Affairs' intentions, and the more they guessed, the more panicked they became.

It is really hard not to think of such a move as liquidation.

Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic——

"Wu, what do you think?"

"Hahaha, of course I'm gloating!" Gojo Satoru threw a candy into his mouth.

With the chubby candy in his mouth, he also spoke vaguely: "It doesn't matter whether he is liquidated or something else, as long as the guy above is unlucky, it's what I want to see."

Compared with Wujo Wu's optimism, Ye Mo Zhengdao only felt a headache: "If it is liquidated, it will indeed be beneficial to change the magic world."

"But, Wu, have you ever thought about how chaotic the situation would be then? Your purpose is to change the magic world, not destroy it."

"Destroy first, then rebuild." Gojo Satoru pulled down his blindfold, his eyes were astonishingly bright as if filled with the vast sky, and his lowered voice was full of determination: "Anyway, it's already rotten, rotten, and rotten."

Ye Mozheng said tiredly after hearing the words: "It would be best if you can control the situation then."

"Be at ease!" Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold again: "Now, I just hope that the inspector who has not met yet will not be fooled by the high-level unimaginative tricks, and will not be frightened by the old man of Leyan Temple." .”

at the same time--

"It's all little unimaginative tricks."

In Tokyo, in a tea house, an old man and a young man sit facing each other.

Dazai sighed with emotion.

In three days, he has experienced threats, temptations, and beauties throwing himself into his arms.

"Don't mention anything else, the last one is really too low-handed." Osamu Dazai thought to himself, even when he was in the Mafia, he had never used such low-handed methods to solve problems.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes to the old man in front of him: "Right, Mr. Leyan Temple?"

"It's just some disobedient small families acting on their own initiative. Don't take offense, Mr. Supervisor." Leyansi Jiashen explained.

Osamu Dazai smiled, neither believed nor disbelieved, just remained silent like this.

In the silence, Leyansi raised his eyelids and looked at the smiling young man opposite him. He felt very familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Leyan Temple didn't show it, but asked: "May I ask Mr. Supervisor what's his name?"

"Well, you don't need to be so polite." Osamu Dazai waved his hands, blinked his kite-colored eyes, and said with a smile, "Well, the old Mr. Leyan Temple should be quite familiar with my name."

"Oh?"

"Tsushima." Osamu Dazai picked up the teacup, looked directly at the old man who froze suddenly through the curling white mist, and said in a deep voice, "My name is Shuji Tsushima."

"..." Leyan Temple's breath stagnated, and the original old and hoarse voice suddenly became clear because of the name: "Shuji Tsushima? You are not..."

"Shh." Osamu Dazai smiled and made a silent gesture, his kite-colored eyes flashed darkly: "It doesn't matter who I am. Can I ask you now? What is the attitude of old Mr. Leyan Temple to receive me?" ?”

Leyan Temple tried its best to calm down, but when he spoke, he still had a bit of unsteady breathing: "Receive the inspector sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, naturally it is from a high-level standpoint."

Osamu Dazai deepened his smile, put down the teacup lightly, and said, "As far as I know, Mr. Leyan Temple is a conservative, right?"

"So, um..." Osamu Dazai frowned and lowered his eyelashes as if he was choosing his words carefully, and rubbed the edge of his cup with his fingertips: "The higher-ups have a repulsive attitude towards the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and they don't even bother to pretend."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and looked directly at Leyan Temple: "I can think so, right?"

"Do not……"

"Stop." Without giving the other party a chance to speak, Osamu Dazai got up, smiled and said, "Can I say goodbye now? The old man of Leyan Temple received me on behalf of the high-level people. I don't think it will be so rude that he didn't even give me a place to stay. The inspector of the magic world is ready."

Leyan Temple frowned: "...Naturally, I wouldn't be so rude."

As soon as the words fell, someone opened the barrier door: "Mr. Supervisor, your residence is temporarily arranged at the Yaxuyuan Hotel."

"Tomorrow, I want to see the other high-level officials." Osamu Dazai said in a stern tone of "ultimatum", before Leyan Temple responded, he smiled and followed the attendants.

"Are you really Shuji Tsushima?"

A voice came from behind, Dazai Osamu stopped in his tracks, turned his face slightly, his kite eyes reflected the old man's hands clenched into fists, and his age spots were clearly visible.

"Surprised I didn't die?"

Hearing this, Leyan Temple suddenly calmed down as if relieved from a heavy burden.

The old man shook his head slowly: "In fact, I was surprised that you died so easily under our unsophisticated layout."

Osamu Dazai gave him a deep look, laughed and left the tea room.

Talking is useless.

Walking in the quiet and elegant courtyard of the tea house, Osamu Dazai slightly raised the corners of his lips.

There will be trouble in the future.