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Watching the vehicle carrying Jianren Nanami drive out of sight, Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and dialed the number: "Yeah~ Yato isn't busy, is he? Take [Ri] from Prison Gate to meet me in Shibuya."

As he spoke, a beam of red light pierced through the crowd and precisely aimed at his forehead.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and sniped | shot | Mu Cang's infrared laser?He was talking on the phone with Yato calmly, his kite-colored eyes casually passing through the crowd.

At least five guys who came to take his life were hidden in the crowd alone—Ikebukuro's|kill|person|contracting company "MurderInk"?Hired by Rensuo to solve his own problems?

The trigger of the sniper attack on the wooden warehouse has not been detained for a long time, and the killer hidden in the crowd is just about to move.

[Boss, I got [in], now I’m leaving for Shibuya! ]

"Yatou will probably arrive before me. If you encounter Rensuo, make sure that "Xia Youjie" is still there."

After finishing the communication, Osamu Dazai's kite eyes moved up, precisely finding the position of the |sniper|shooter|sniper.

Tsk!Just one bullet|bullet|can kill him, it's really unsniper|sniper style not to do anything.

But it's not incomprehensible, even if it's |killing|people|companies who want to|take|take the lives of people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they have to face a lot of pressure.

No, with a look, the red light aimed at the heart of the forehead has already been subconsciously moved away in a panic.

Because of being swept by the red light, people were stunned at the beginning without reacting, and then panicked one after another, and soon became a mess.

The killer hidden in the crowd quickly disappeared, and the words "Wow! I don't want to kill people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, QAQ" could be vaguely heard...

Dazai Osamu: "..."

boom!

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

Bright red blood flowed out.

"Heh..." Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this wooden warehouse, so what if the other party was afraid?Ron Suo gave too much.

Osamu Dazai grinned and stood up covering his abdomen, with a weak smile on his lips, "It's too much, I'm afraid of pain."

The |sniper|strike|hand|hand|sniper who pulled|triggered|triggered|triggered|triggered because he was too afraid that his hands would tremble badly, saw that he had missed a vital point, and had no courage to pull|move|trigger|trigger|trigger again, and was quickly protected by the shadow The conjurer of the Tsushima family locked on.

"Sir, I'll take you to the hospital right away." The middle-aged man held back his trembling and walked forward.

Osamu Dazai clutched his bleeding abdomen: "Sniper | Sniper | Hand | There must be a way to contact Iso, and after finding it, send a message to the other side saying "Shuji Tsushima is dead". Now, send me to Shibuya."

"...Yes, yes, sir."

Panting heavily, he raised his head and traced towards the blue skyline, with a tired smile on his lips.

It's annoying enough.

The star official——

Gojo Satoru received a call from the assistant supervisor.

[Mr. Gojo, about 400m of "tent" appeared in Shibuya, and there are no casualties|casualty|of ordinary people so far, but...but some people who escaped from the "tent" repeated the phrase "bring Gojo Satoru" sentence. ]

[In addition, according to the instructions of the high-level adults, in order to reduce the casualties to the greatest extent, please quell the Shibuya riot by yourself.The rest of the conjurers were outside the "tent" preparing to respond. ]

The word "response" is a nice way to say it, but it is actually guarding outside to clean up miscellaneous fish...

Gojo Satoru was full of question marks: "Ah, of course I will do this, but..."

[Eh?But what? ]

"But the current high-level people are no longer high-level people, right? We all have people in charge appointed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the magic world."

[...]

Gojo Satoru was very happy with a smile: "Well~ now only the person in charge can give me the task~"

[…] The assistant supervisor on the other end of the phone was in a daze: Where? ? ?Why did I suddenly become a |job|employee——? !

Gojo Satoru hung up the phone without hesitation, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "I have to go to Shibuya right away, let's continue the topic just now. Master Tianyuan means that now you don't have to worry about being controlled, is that so? "

"Ah, that's right." Tian Yuan said: "The inspector asked the God of Fujin to find for me the divine seal that is about to dissipate. Because of the belief of the remnants of the Panxing Sect, the divine seal tends to be stable. "

"I didn't expect..." Chewing on the familiar name "Pan Xing Sect" in his heart, Gojo Satoru grinned: "Ha! Those bastards will come in handy one day!"

Tian Yuan's four eyes are disgusted: "Knowing people and making good use of them, inspectors are more reliable."

As for the strongest in the world of conjuration...the two house keys can be lost, and all kinds of |sex| operations are equivalent to free, which is really outrageous.

Tian Yuan thought, nodded, affirming his thoughts.

"Of course!" Gojo Satoru admitted straightforwardly, his little boyfriend is the one who is the most |swallowed|: "Is [Li] in the Prison Gate border also in my little boyfriend's hands?"

"That's right."

Tsk, Demon Mind lives up to its reputation.

"Okay, I got it." As far as Tianyuan knew, Gojo Satoru had no time to lament that the boy had done so many things without his knowledge, and he had to rush to Shibuya as soon as possible.

"You, don't you want to go to the inspector?" Tian Yuan asked a little strangely. After all, Wutiao Wu's words were all about his unconcealed love for the heirs of the Tsushima family.

Moreover, at present, the heirs of the Tsushima family have done too many things, and the layout is too extreme, almost blocking the path that can be taken by Suo, and they are the ones who face the most dangers.

Sugawara Michizane's descendants have no reason not to protect them no matter what they think.

"Hey!" Gojo Wu concealed the uneasiness in his heart, his lips were full of arrogant and reckless smile, and the little sunglasses pushed: "My little boyfriend has paved the road, how can I hold back! Look at me How to crush them!"

Tian Yuan: "???" Calling himself "Lao Tzu" in front of me?Watch me complain to Michizane Sugawara and break your leg!

"Ah! Who are you?!" The panda stared round and kept repeating "Are you" on its lips. It clearly had an impression, but it just couldn't remember who they were.

The panda froze and suddenly thought of something.

"Oh!" Yeto took care of him boldly and unrestrainedly, and then without waiting for the panda and the man beside him to say anything, he brought Xueyin into the "tent".

"Wait...!" Atsuya Kusakabe, the second-grade head teacher of Tokyo School, raised his hand and froze in mid-air: "Isn't this too fast? Don't you listen to people's speech? No! Isn't this a warlock? Why? went in?"

The panda here murmured: "Inspector Tsushima..."

Panda didn't think of Yato and Xueyin, but thought of Osamu Dazai.

"What's wrong with the Inspector?" Kusakabe hadn't seen the Inspector before, so he looked over suspiciously, and saw the expression of the panda looking for the savior.

"Mr. Kusakabe, please contact Principal Yega!" Panda said anxiously: "I heard Maki say that Mr. Inspector is the only son of the Tsushima family who was exterminated four years ago! There is an anti-spell spell. ! Isn't the "tent" broken easily? The people inside can also come out!"

The second grade head teacher Kusakabe let out a "hiss" and quickly took out his mobile phone: "Principal Ye Moth, where is Inspector Tsushima? Are you on the way? Okay."

Kusakabe breathed a sigh of relief, and repeated to the panda as if he had taken a reassurance: "On the way."

"That's great." Panda felt grateful from the bottom of his heart. He didn't want to involve irrelevant people. It was really a matter of human life. He really didn't want to see people die meaninglessly.

Everyone deserves to live well!

[Account] -

Shibuya Light Building.

"Gojo, you came fast enough!" Nervously dodging the crowd leaving the building, Yato held a sword and Wakizashi, smiled and greeted Gojo Satoru, who exorcised the curse spirit, and immediately joined the |battle|innings.

"Tsk tsk!" Gojo Satoru didn't listen to his movements, and kept complaining: "Where's my little boyfriend? Don't you protect him with him? Isn't he your boss?"

"Hey, hey! The boss asked me to come to Shibuya to meet him!" Yetou said angrily, "Look at you here, I came here to help!? If you weren't the boss's man... wait! Do you remember? me?!"

Wutiao Wu's eyes behind the sunglasses were full of indescribable words. Suddenly, he felt something, and his handsome face showed a grin: "The miscellaneous fish have been cleaned up, let's have dinner~!"

Yato squatted on the ground half-squatting, with the sword erected in front of him: "That's exactly what I meant!"

The fifth floor of the Tokyo Subway——

Super magic spirit: 5.

at the same time

[account] outside——

Da da da--

The sound of leather shoes touching the ground came from far and near.

Osamu Dazai stood still, tilted his head and smiled: "Oh? Can Mr. Nanami give me a reason?"

"Tsu, Tsushima Inspector!" Seeing the young man's pale face and his belly still bubbling |blood|, Fu Heihui opened his eyes wide: "Are you injured?!"

"Mr. Nanami Kento, I want a reason." Osamu Dazai was still smiling.

In the eyes of others, they only know that the smile does not have any warmth.

It's as if a [-]-meter glacier is hidden under the magma, which makes people feel cold all over.

"Where is the knotweed Yuren? Where are the security personnel?"

Jianren Qihai frowned: "This is a situation that I can't control. The aristocratic families present and some conjurers only obeyed the orders of the higher-ups. Security personnel, I told them to leave."

Outnumbered, willing and powerless.

At such a critical moment, he didn't want to cause unnecessary incidents.

The smiling young man's eyes were deep, and a blood-colored undercurrent rolled in the depths: "Mr. Qihai, what do security personnel think they do? They are supernatural beings. Naturally, there is a way to teach disobedient people to understand what obedience is."

Jianren Qihai could hear the bloody meaning, and his pupils under the goggles suddenly tightened.

"Forget it." Osamu Dazai waved his hand.

The fifth floor of the Tokyo Subway——

Super magic spirit: 4.

Conjurer: 1.

Gods: 1.

After receiving the news that "Shuji Tsushima is dead", "Xia Youjie" Shi Shiran appeared.

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon, Gojo Satoru."

"Tsk!" Even with last night's buffer, Gojo Satoru still invisibly paused for a moment: "Hey, Jie, how long do you want to be manipulated—? Hmm?!"

"Hahahaha, it's useless to say more, anyway, even if "Xia Youjie" is really still there, he still can't get rid of the control."

Yan Suo smiled and looked at Ye Dou who was still fighting the curse spirit, and then at the prison gate border thrown to the ground by him, and then opened his eyes wide: "Huh? Ha! You actually escaped in advance?"

But——Suo squinted his eyes, and told Wujo Satoru intimately: "Do you know|kill|people|contracting company "MurderInk"?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened in vain.

The voice of Ronso announced with a smile: "Shuji Tsushima | Supervisor——is dead."

"Impossible! Wujo Wu, please wake up my god!" Yato's voice came from far to near, piercing the air and reaching Wujo Wu's ears.

pity--

The time that Ron Suo wanted to fight for had already been obtained.

"Open the door!"

"close the door!"