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"Teacher Wutiao!"

When Knotabagi Youroto returned to the basement, he saw the figure of the white-haired young man, and immediately called out energetically.

Although he has endured many unreasonable disasters, he still seems to have an inexhaustible power, as if nothing can knock him down.

"The exchange meeting will start soon? Junpei really wants to participate!"

Yoshino Junpei has been certified by Gojo Satoru, and he has officially joined Tokyo Manga. He hopes to do what he can.

Because I was busy moving, I entrusted my friend Hirohito Tiboni to help me out.

"Oh!" Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "No—no problem at all!"

Knotweed Youruhito smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

"Ah, that's right!" He suddenly thought of something, and said, "Where is Inspector Tsushima? Junpei wants to thank him face to face."

After finishing speaking, Yuzhang Yuren scratched his head foolishly: "Speaking of which, I misunderstood that inspector Tsushima was indifferent yesterday, but he was very enthusiastic about helping Junpei and Auntie, so I have to apologize!"

Gojo Gojo raised his lips: "Well, let's wait for the exchange meeting to start."

Knotabagi Yuhito originally wanted to continue the "watching movies" training method, but seeing the white-haired young man's different expression of silence, he couldn't help but say, "Is Teacher Wujo in a bad mood? Is it because of... Supervisor Tsushima?"

"...What does Yuren think of him?" Gojo Satoru looked at him with a smile.

"Inspector Tsushima is very powerful!" Hiroto Hiroshi said sincerely: "I can't think of anyone who is more powerful than Inspector Tsushima. I feel that as long as Inspector Tai Tsushima is willing, he will be very handy in doing anything."

Gojo Satoru laughed, picked up the kraft paper bag at hand, and shook out the paper inside. This was a more comprehensive piece of information about "Osamu Dazai" just delivered today.

It was still written by the intelligence dealer in Yokohama.

Gojo Satoru slid the chair back: "Look?"

Looking at the few pages of paper scattered on the table, and at the smiling homeroom teacher, Yuzu Yuhito guessed something.

He pursed his lips and moved forward, stretched out his hand to pick up a few pages of paper on the table, with a pious expression as if he wished he could take a bath or burn incense first.

Yuzu Yujin only read half a page before he started shaking, the thin paper made a rattling sound.

Tremblingly putting the paper back on the table, Knotaba Yuhito held his right hand in front of his chest and asked seriously: "Is this... something I can see? Do I really have a chance to see the sun tomorrow?" ?”

"Ah, this..." Gojo Satoru deliberately lowered his voice, "It's really not certain."

As soon as these words came out, Katsuobu Youruhito trembled even more.

"Hahaha, after all, it will turn rainy tomorrow~!"

Knotweed Yuhito: "I, my heart!"

After teasing the students enough, Gojo Satoru slid his chair back to the table. He pushed his sunglasses, picked up the page that the boy put down, looked at it twice, and shook it at the students again.

"Youren's words, can you imagine how happy I am?" The white-haired young man raised the corners of his lips: "When I knew who he was and what effect his spells had, I felt like a poor|light| |It’s like gaining a basket for nothing and not returning|returning|losing| the treasure of the Lord.”

Gojo Satoru put the paper on the table, tapped it lightly with his bony fingers, and his blue eyes reflected the student's ignorant look: "Later, after a short contact, I found that he is good at planning and calculating the devil's mind, his technique On the contrary, the style is reflected as unimportant.”

"Teacher Wutiao."

"I'm really happy, Yuren." On Gojo Satoru's outstanding face, an expression of relief appeared, as if he had fulfilled his life's longing.

As long as he thinks about the future, he wants to shout with joy.

but……

"Gradually, I became unhappy again."

Knotabazu Yuhito scratched his head: "Why?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head, said nothing more, put his legs on the table, leaned against the back of the chair and looked up.

...

"The world is so big, there will always be something worth living to defend."

"……there is none left."

The voice was light and weightless like a sigh, and was almost blown into the air by the blowing night wind.

Osamu Dazai stood up from the anti-wave lift, and slowly patted the dripping windbreaker twice.

The neon lights flickered, reflecting deeply and lightly on the smiling face of the young man, leaving behind mottled light and shadow marks.

He was smiling, and there was something terribly sad hidden in his peaceful smile.

... The boy is already very tired.

Gojo Satoru stared at him, so tired that even his soul was shaking.

Any consolation to the young man is useless.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and followed the boy to stand up.

Whether it is useful or not is one thing, and whether he can say it or not is another, but the moment his lips and teeth move slightly, the young man has sensed and interrupted his unspoken words.

"While in ecstasy, a foreboding of sad endings—

I'm used to this kind of thing. "

Osamu Dazai seemed to be smiling easily, his voice was nonchalant, but hidden in the deepest part was a deep lament.

"Then... how about I don't make you sad?" Gojo Satoru said this by accident.

After the words fell, both of them were stunned, as if at a certain moment of incomparable sobriety, they met unexpectedly in the same beautiful dream that was dreamed back at midnight.

Gojo Satoru quickly adjusted and found the previous rhythm. He bent his eyes and said, "It's okay to wait for another time, right?"

Gojo Satoru stared at the young man, only to see that the young man closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was nothing inside, and his kite-colored pupils seemed to be sucked away by the growing darkness of night in an instant.

As far as the eye can see, there is despair again.

...

Obviously he can help others, but why can't the young man be able to help himself?

[Anti-magic spell - disqualification in the world]

Human disqualification……

Lose the qualifications to be a human being.

A sigh escaped from his throat, Gojo Gojo gritted his teeth tightly.

The young man's eyes were full of despair.

The young man he looked at gave him a bunch of flowers without hesitation.

How ironic——! ! !

"Teacher Wujo! Cough, cough..." Yuzu Yujin exclaimed uncontrollably, followed by a coughing sound.

The table in front of Gojo Satoru was shattered in an instant, and the small basement was covered with fine dust.

"Sorry, sorry~" Gojo Satoru waved his hand with a smile, the phone rang suddenly, and an email was stuffed into the mailbox.

[The current head of the Tsushima family, Nozawa summoned all the conjurers belonging to the Tsushima family to the main house.

Supervisor Tsushima is currently at his home.

Also, one hour and 45 minutes ago, the Tsushima inspector entered and left the Tenman Shrine... Patriarch, I am very worried about the safety of our ancestors. ]

Wutiaowu: "..."

at the same time--

The noisy and chaotic running and the screams of panic and despair resounded abruptly in this luxurious mansion.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy stood in the center of the courtyard, looking at the chaos in front of him with a smile.

This is the residence of the Tsushima Honke...

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes lightly. He didn't feel any sadness, but he was somewhat moved.

"Why why?!" Nozawa was still in the mansion, and his hoarse old voice asked unwillingly, but it penetrated from the mansion.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, and pointed precisely at Uenozawa's location: "Of course it's because it's too boring. The high-level is boring, and it helps the high-level to be destroyed because of ambition | You from the Menzushima Honke are also very boring, you guys let me even play on the spot. bored."

Yes, just because it's boring.

Bored and irritable.

With cruel words on his lips, Osamu Dazai didn't have any killing intent overflowing from his body, and the air flowing around him was almost soft.

"Patriarch..." The middle-aged man, who was used to lock the spell power of "Xia Youjie" that night, called tentatively, followed the gaze of the black-haired boy, and hurriedly changed his words: "Sir, The remaining conjurers have been intercepted."

Responding indifferently, Osamu Dazai then turned his gaze to the chaos in front of him again.

The middle-aged man on the side didn't dare to take a breath.

He was fearful but also hopeful.

Everyone in the Tsushima family seems to have an innate fear of "Shuji Tsushima", without exception.

Fear that pair of kite-colored eyes that seem to be able to see through the essence of all things, those pupils can see through all their unbearable desires.

In those eyes, they have never had nowhere to hide.

But while harboring fear, they knew that "Shuji Tsushima" was the only person to support the Tsushima family towards a brighter future.

——No substitutability.

"Don't look at me like that." Osamu Dazai suddenly interrupted the middle-aged man's thinking: "I'm not interested in being the head of a household, don't have superfluous fantasies."

"……Yes."

The middle-aged man bowed his head deeply and said no more.

The iris-colored eyes reflected people's panic, Osamu Dazai smiled and murmured, "I'm really envious, I can die so quickly—"

boom!

There was a sound from the wooden warehouse, and bullets | bullets | pierced the air.

but……

"Aiya~" Staring at the boy's wide-eyed eyes, Gojo Satoru smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "Aren't you afraid of pain? Tsushima boy."

The appearance of Gojo Satoru made Nozawa, who pulled the trigger in the dark, widen his eyes in panic, and before he could pull the trigger again, he was killed by the conjurer working for Osamu Dazai.

To the end of my life, I couldn't close those eyes that were clouded by ambition.

The well-groomed emerald green lawn was slightly stained red by the blood. The middle-aged man stepped forward, bowed his head and said, "Mr. Wutiao, do you need me to bandage your wound?"

"Well, no need." Gojo Satoru refused with a smile, the bullet|bullet| just brushed across his arm, and for him, the wounds were small and healed.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Gojo is obviously not injured, right?"

Gojo Satoru spread out his hands: "Face up with your bug-like anti-magic spell."

There was only a mocking sneer in response to Gojo Satoru.

Screams pierced the sky one after another.

Osamu Dazai backed away from Gojo Satoru, his eyes cast on the chaotic scene.

The family members who occupied the magpie's nest were taken away one by one, blood | blood | splashed everywhere, and everything in sight was bright red.It seemed that even the sky above the Tsushima mansion was reflected in red little by little.

Such a tragic scene, only Dazai Zhi watched calmly from beginning to end.

The black-haired boy standing in the center of the courtyard has neither the joy of revenge, nor the sadness of facing tragedy.

A boy is like a boundary, isolating himself from the world...

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, walked towards the young man with strides, slowly raised his hand, and stroked the young man's shoulder.

Gojo Satoru could clearly feel the process of the boy's sudden stiffness and slow relaxation, which made his heart soften accordingly.

Osamu Dazai acquiesced to Gojo Satoru's silent reassurance, as if he had acquiesced to Gojo Satoru's forceful intrusion into his world.