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The tragedy that was close to "slaughter|killing" ended with the disappearance of the mournful wailing.

Osamu Dazai stepped forward stepping on the splattered blood, and the soles of his shoes left bright red marks on the ground.

... The last person who tried to take his | life fell to the ground at this time, the wooden warehouse in his hand fell to the side due to lack of strength, and his out-of-focus eyes were still staring at him persistently.

The atmosphere is dead silent, and time seems to be frozen in this dead silent.

Everyone in the world is like a chess piece, and fate is an invisible and intangible chess player.

The chess player silently moves the small pieces on the chessboard, causing some people to separate and some people to get closer.

I can't say that it means something, or just follow my heart.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be the chess piece that was moved at this time, the blue eyes that seemed to be covered with white mist behind the sunglasses lowered, then raised to stare at the young man's thin back.

The devastated boy seemed to have set up an invisible barrier for himself, blocking himself from the world with his own hands, watching everything unmoved from a third-person perspective.

... In order to avoid the end of everything, the boy rejected the beginning of everything.

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, and finally took a step, stepped into the barrier, and stood with the boy.

He hesitated and raised his hand, and slowly stroked the young man's slender shoulder.

The frozen space that seemed to collapse at any moment was silently dissolved by Gojo Satoru's movements.

Osamu Dazai froze suddenly, and then slowly relaxed, he raised his face to look at the white-haired young man, and then... he seemed to have received a gaze from the clouds.

...He acquiesced to Gojo Satoru's silent reassurance, and almost self-indulgently acquiesced to Gojo Satoru's forceful intrusion into his world.

His world is barren, without any vitality.

Afraid, also ran away.

Osamu Dazai didn't know, the poor adult stepped into it just now, and he already had an attitude of "Hey! The scenery here is beautiful, let's stay!".

At this moment, Leyansi Jiashen, who represented the high-level party, arrived belatedly with his people, and was shocked on the spot by the horrific scene in the Tsushima mansion.

"Yo! The old man of Leyan Temple is here..." Gojo Satoru stopped his tone, narrowed his eyes with a smile, raised his hand and pushed the sunglasses and continued: "It's really fast." "

Gojo Satoru just said this, and then retreated behind Osamu Dazai.

He believed that the young man must have expected and prepared for such a situation.

Leyan Temple looked at the most apprehensive and terrified of the two high-level people standing side by side, closed their drooping eyelids, tried their best to suppress their anger, but still couldn't hide the unsteady breath when they spoke.

"Why is this? Did the inspector sent by the Ministry of the Interior actually create a tragedy?"

Osamu Dazai, who was accused, blinked his eyes in surprise: "What is the old Mr. Leyansi talking about? Isn't this the residence of the Tsushima family? As far as I know, the words of the Tsushima family were not reported four years ago| Is the door off?"

When the words fell to the ground, Osamu Dazai's kite eyes glanced at Leyan Temple casually, and said in a deep voice: "The crime of slandering the supervisor is not a small one at all, can the old gentleman of Leyan Temple afford it?"

"..." Leyansi held his breath, and instinctively dodged the gaze from Osamu Dazai.

It was not a dangerous look, but it still made him feel palpitations.

It seemed that at the moment when his eyes met, all the thoughts in his mind had been completely exposed in front of Osamu Dazai.

"What's more..." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and said with a smile, "Even if I did it, what can the old man of Leyan Temple do with "Shuji Tsushima"?"

This sentence somehow hit a nerve in Leyan Temple, and suddenly lost half the strength to hold on: "What on earth do you want?"

"I should ask the old Mr. Leyan Temple about this, right?"

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, walked to the side of Fen's family who couldn't close their eyes until death, squatted down and picked up the wooden warehouse, and shook Leyan Temple: "There is actually someone planning|murder|killing|supervisor here, dare to ask? What is the meaning of the high-level conjurer?"

Leyan Temple frowned tightly and fell silent.

He understood that he knew that this was another high-level handwriting, and even pushed him out without knowing it and was blamed.

Gojo Satoru's sarcasm just now confirmed this point.

It was too late for him to be notified, and I am afraid that Nozawa was abandoned as a burden.

Ever since it was confirmed at the tea house that the inspector dispatched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the conjuration world was "Shuji Tsushima", Rakuganji decided not to participate in the high-level layout of "Shuji Tsushima".

... No one, no one knows the horror of "Shuji Tsushima" better than him.

"Mr. Supervisor, please don't talk nonsense!" Leyan Temple was silent, which didn't mean the people who followed him would also be silent: "It's just a wooden warehouse, which doesn't explain anything."

Osamu Dazai sneered, he didn't speak to people who didn't understand the situation, and continued to pass the conversation to Leyan Temple.

"What is my technique, you don't know?" Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes: "The afternoon before yesterday, Mr. Nozawa bought weapons from the port mafia. After inviting me here today, he hastily It’s really hard for me not to think about summoning the conjurers from Tsushima to my house.”

"You... have no evidence." Leyansi raised his eyes to look at the young man. At this time, he could only resist stubbornly: "There is no evidence to prove that Nozawa bought the thermal weapons for you."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai threw away the wooden warehouse and stood up, took two steps forward under the guarded eyes of those people, and glanced disdainfully at Leyan Temple: "Did I say that I would tell you the evidence?"

His indifferent gaze scanned everyone standing opposite him, and suddenly he said in a clear tone: "I'm so sorry, I'm good at turning black and white~!"

"Pfft—" Gojo Satoru, who has been watching the show and never left, laughed out loud. He envisioned many ways for the teenager to deal with it, but he didn't expect it to be the simplest and rude "unreasonable".

Well, it works.

Leyan Temple Jiashen said with a sentence [be patient, it will be your turn soon. ] Take people away quickly, and immediately go to the high-level location.

Not caring about questioning them, just to convey this sentence clearly has already exhausted all his energy.

Osamu Dazai is not interested in how the high-level conjurers are facing the enemy.

At this time, Osamu Dazai was being pestered by Gojo Satoru to go to the city, went to the hotel to pick up the suitcase, and then went back to Kasaka.

Osamu Dazai remained expressionless, making it impossible to see his emotions.

"Will the Tsushima boy take over the Tsushima family?" Wujo Satoru asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Dazai Osamu looked at him strangely: "Why should I take over the garbage dump?"

This is not wrong. Since Nozawa became the head of the family, the Tsushima family has been almost rotten, and the low-key behavior of the past is no longer there.If it weren't for the gradual decline of the Tsushima family, many things would have happened.

"Well, that's right." Gojo Gojo nodded in agreement, paused his footsteps without a trace, and then said naturally: "After that, well, we can start living together|living together."

It was obviously in the form of a question, but the tall young man ended with affirmation.

Osamu Dazai stopped his pace and raised his face to look at the young man.

But the terrible adult got worse at this time, and leaned his whole body towards the boy, rubbed his head first, then put his chin on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Two people are better than you alone!" .”

After a long time, Osamu Dazai showed a stiff expression of disgust: "Are you a dog? It's really disgusting."

The boy was trying to change the subject.

Gojo Satoru saw this, and clicked his tongue lightly. He retreated from the boy's side, but his big palm was still holding the boy's slender wrist, so as not to give anyone a chance to escape.

Then, Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and looked back at him seriously.

From the acquaintance, he has noticed that the young man is like a person who has been living in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. He has just entered the crowd and tried hard to blend in. He has tried his best but still can't get the point.

The boy looked so dazed and at a loss, but he was still like a toddler, stumbling up and rushing into the crowd again.

The words that blurted out by accident the night before, after calming down and thinking about it, he can be sure that he likes the boy.

This love came out of the blue, and Xuan Xuan's intuition told him very strongly: If you miss it, you can't get it back!

All he had to do now was hold onto the restless teenager.

He also tried to get rid of various external factors and watched it, and then found that he still liked it.

"I won't make you sad," he added.

The bright sun at noon shone on the short snow-white hair of the young man, perhaps because the light was too glaring, it was dyed with a little bit of dancing golden brilliance.

"...Mmm." Facing the young man's smiling gaze, Osamu Dazai heard his own voice, which seemed to be melting into a puddle under the sun lightly.

Hearing this, the pupils of the eyes, which were still empty and snowy just a moment ago, suddenly shone with sparkling light, like the sky after the storm.

Because of a soft "hmm", the tall, white-haired man visibly became happy.

Osamu Dazai looked at him calmly, so be it, who made Gojo Satoru look so warm at this time, and he was so cold...

No likes, no love.

Only be a pair of "living accomplices".