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[Patriarch, the inspector dispatched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs is called Shuji Tsushima, and Kasin of Leyan Temple has arranged for him to stay at the Yashuyuan Hotel.

Inspector Tsushima asked to see the rest of the senior officials tomorrow. ]

As if he had heard some ridiculous joke, Gojo Satoru suddenly suppressed all his smiles, and suddenly exerted force on the palm of his hand holding the phone.

After a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru showed the phone screen to Noctua Masato.

"If I remember correctly, the only son of the Tsushima family who was exterminated four years ago is called Shuji Tsushima, right? He is known as a "legend" from the first day of his birth."

Ye Mozhengdao didn't think too much about it, just assumed the same name and surname, nodded and said: "That's right. The Tsushima family was attacked by a cursed master. The Tsushima couple and their only son Shuji Tsushima are confirmed dead."

Back then, the Tsushima family, with its deep heritage, was so beautiful. Even in the false flattery of everyone, you can still see a little bit of sincerity.

Even the current Yusanjia could only look up to it at that time.

There was even a saying [Tsushima Era] in the world of magic at that time.

Especially after Tsushima Shuji, the child who perfectly inherited the ancestor's [anti-magic spell] was born, the status of the Tsushima family is unmatched.

... The distance between the sky and the earth is beyond the reach of all the aristocratic families.

But what is rare is that under such circumstances, the Tsushima main family and branch family still kept a low profile.

Thinking of this, Ye Mozheng paused for a moment: "Speaking of Shuji Tsushima, I have to mention [Anti-Spell Power], which is unique, if the person is still there..."

Night Moth Zhengdao shook his head regretfully.

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Have you ever thought about the possibility of this [Supervisor Tsushima Shuji] = [Tsushima Shuji] who was confirmed dead four years ago?"

Hearing this, the eyes behind the Noctuma Zhengdao sunglasses shook, but he still calmed down and said: "Impossible! On the night of the incident, the people from the Tsushima branch found the body of Shuji Tsushima, and the higher-ups even I confirmed it myself."

"Self-confirmation by the higher-ups?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, there are many things involved.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru grinned, and he once again showed the mobile phone screen to the moth Zhengdao.

"Don't worry about anything else. Some members of the Tsushima family are already busy and ready to welcome the "Patriarch"."

Looking at the not-so-clear photo attached to the email, Ye Mozheng opened his eyes behind the lens: "This is really... an accident."

He had never seen "Shuji Tsushima", but he had seen Patriarch Tsushima before the accident happened. Whether it was the facial features or temperament of the boy in the photo, he could be sure that it was Shuji Tsushima.

Gojo Satoru put the phone back with a smile, and murmured in a deep voice, "Well—it seems that we need to meet as soon as possible."

at the same time--

"Shuji Tsushima..."

The high-level conjurers did not have the intention of the Ministry of the Interior to send an inspector. They were shocked by this name that had disappeared in the conjuration world for four years.

No one knows better than themselves how much they feared the owner of this name.

The child who perfectly inherited the ancestor of the Tsushima family's [anti-magic spell] seemed to be a fatal threat to them from birth.

He is the one who challenges authority|authority|!

He is the one who subverts the old |rights!

Just like a domestic animal that encounters a beast, fear is born so naturally, and it has been out of control ever since.

Today, they suddenly realize that that fear has never disappeared in the past four years, and it is still deeply rooted in their bones and blood, like a gangrene attached to the bone, like a shadow.

"No. Impossible."

"He died, on the night of his 14th birthday!"

Leyansi stood hunched over and leaning on a cane. Compared with the other high-level people who were facing the enemy, he was unusually calm: "He is alive."

"Leyan Temple, it's just that you didn't know its intentions! Don't scare me!"

"We watched the people of the Tsushima family bury his body|head|into the tomb with our own eyes!"

"There will be no difference."

Leyan Temple straightened its back with difficulty, and the old hoarse voice resounded in this cold and dark space like a coffin: "Do you really think that what you have done is perfect?"

"……What's the meaning?"

Leyan Temple sighed.

In view of the fact that the Tsushima family is too low-key, there are very few people from the major families who have seen "Shuji Tsushima", and Leyan Temple happens to be one of the "very few".

The old man still remembers clearly that on that immature face, there is no child's innocence, no child's ignorance of the world.

In the shallow smile, there is only the emptiness and nothingness that seems to be separated from the world.What flows in the deepest part of those kite eyes is also completely unmoved by the world.

From the perspective of God, the children watched their hypocrisy and hypocrisy with cold eyes, as if watching a clown performance they had seen thousands of times, with a dull and tired expression.

The hypocritical people put so much effort and thought into putting on a beautiful mask, but it was seen through by a young child...

Leyan Temple still remembers the feelings at that time.

When he was stared at by that child, his heart seemed to be completely pryed into by an intangible and invisible monster, and the trembling feeling that he was reduced to a drop in the ocean even caused him to break out into a trembling like a collapse.

Leyan Temple closed its eyes and sighed, ending the memories born in the lightning | light stone | fire.

He said: "It's easy to hide from the sky, but difficult to hide from others."

Shuji Tsushima.

The appearance of this name is destined to make many people sleepless at night.

And Gojo Satoru is definitely the one who holds the greatest expectation for that name.

Wujo Wujo moved to max power, and said he wanted to meet the inspector as soon as possible, and teleported to the city center full of tall buildings at 08:30 the next day.

The center of the city is indeed lively, the sounds of people and car horns resounding in the ears, to Wujo Wu's ears, it is like a pot of boiling water, noisy and noisy.

Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold, took out round-frame sunglasses from his pocket, and put them on.He didn't go directly to the Yaxuyuan Hotel, but walked around the hotel intuitively.

Finally, in Lake View Park, Gojo Satoru saw the inspector dispatched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs—the legendary Shuji Tsushima.

The boy in a sand-colored windbreaker had fluffy black messy hair on his head, his exposed neck and half of his arms were covered with bandages, and his figure was so thin that it made people sad.

It looks like an old doll that has been mended and discarded after the thread has been opened to reveal the cotton.

... Shuji Tsushima.

Gojo Satoru looked at that figure and silently recited this familiar yet unfamiliar name in his heart.

Back then, the prosperous Tsushima family was too low-key and rarely appeared in front of people.Because of this, he never had the chance to meet Shuji Tsushima, who was regarded as a "legend".

Thinking of this, Wutiao Wu Fu's forehead, he was miserable at the time, and he was often compared with the kid who was ten years apart.

Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and pushed down the sunglasses, and stepped forward with a smile. After a few steps, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

In sight, the young man sitting alone on the bench, facing the lake, looked like a walking|corpse|walking|flesh who had lost his soul.

The shallow smile on the corner of the lips was meaningless, as if it was just a habit.His gaze was also empty, staring at nothingness.

The hustle and bustle of the people who are close at hand can't assimilate the boy at all, and he can't even get close.The boy seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier, separating him from the world...

boy looks...

As if it didn't exist.

At this moment, Wujo Satoru had an illusion: he was deceived by his "six eyes".Those who are being reflected by the "six eyes" are not people who should exist in the world at all.

His breathing froze for a moment, Gojo Satoru hesitated a little, and stood there with a handsome face.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru saw those empty kite-colored eyes suddenly aimed at him.

"..."

Those eyes just stared at nothingness, but now staring at him, he seemed to melt into nothingness in those eyes.

Fortunately, the boy only looked at it for a while and then looked away, Gojo Satoru secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Osamu Dazai looked away, faced the lake, and stretched lazily: "It would be great if this was a sea."

The voice between a boy and a young man seemed to come from all directions, Gojo Satoru followed the other person's words and said, "Do you like the sea?"

"A friend of mine likes it and wants to have a house facing the sea, where he can write books while looking at the sea."

"Your friend's wish came true?" Gojo Satoru continued to chat along the boy's topic.

"Well, it's been realized." Dazai Osamu smiled slightly, then looked at the white-haired young man and said, "If I remember correctly, you are Gojo Satoru, Mr. Gojo."

The young man's topic was too off-topic, Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "You know me?"

"I'm the inspector." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, "Mr. Gojo came here specially to find me?"

"That's right!" Gojo Satoru stepped forward with a smile, and stopped two steps away from the young man. He spread his hands and said, "I can't help it. The person who makes many people sleepless because of a single name is really called me." Curious."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai raised his face, and looked at the smiling young man in front of him with half-empty iris-colored eyes: "In this way, Mr. Gojo is also a member of "Sleepless"?"

Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses: "You can think so."

"Privately contact the inspector dispatched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs..."

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips, and looked over the tall and big man, the attendant beside Leyan Temple was standing there, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Will you be in trouble?"

pat!

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers: "The last thing I fear is trouble!"

Glancing at him lightly, Osamu Dazai stood up, tightened the bandage on his wrist, and walked past the tall man with strides.

As he passed by, the black-haired boy tilted his head, raised his gaze and bent his eyes at the white-haired young man, his thin lips fluttered and said, "Not a bad plan."

Gojo Satoru stood where he was, raised his hand to support the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled slightly.