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A weird atmosphere spread between Osamu Dazai and Xia Youjie, Atsushi Nakajima shivered, and instinctively moved closer to Osamu Dazai.

"Then, and then?" Osamu Dazai looked calm, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Xia You is in charge of receiving us? Is there any arrangement for the residence? How is the current situation?" ?”

Xia Youjie closed his eyes and sighed with a smile, just like Wu, it's really difficult |engage|ah.

... Is this the relationship between husband and wife?horrible.

Brushing the broken hair on his forehead, Xia Youjie said, "Wu is waiting for you in the conference room on the top floor of the Yashuyuan Hotel... two, some other acquaintances of Mr. Dazai are already there."

The meeting room on the top floor of Yashuyuan Hotel...

The muscles at the brows of Osamu Dazai twitched, suspecting that Gojo Satoru was doing it on purpose, and he said pitifully, "It's really pitiful, the magic department doesn't even have a conference room."

"..." Xia Youjie pretended he didn't hear it, and pointed not far away, expressing his intentions, "That's Wutiao's car."

No matter what Xia Youjie meant, Dazai Zhi just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and took his children into the car.

The distance was not far, even too close, so close that Osamu Dazai had no time to look back at the past, and then he was caught off guard for a while.

After arriving at the destination, staring at the white-haired man standing in front of the hotel, Osamu Dazai once again expressed the same feeling in his heart after four years: Gojo Satoru is indeed a creature that he could not understand until his death.

The sun was just right, and the golden light was thrown into the sparkling blue sea, refracting | a diamond-like light, and finally sprinkled into the iris-colored lake.

Just like four years ago, wearing the pair of sunglasses that can go out to set up a stall for fortune-telling, Gojo Satoru stood in the sun, smiling and waving his arms at him, familiar...

As if they had never been apart.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyebrows slightly, since he left the magic world, he has never paid attention to him again.He had thought about the possibility of Gojo Satoru recovering his memory, but he didn't expect it to be so peaceful.

Is it calm?

At least the Minister of Farming hadn't approached him about "Gojo Satoru went crazy".

... Gojo Satoru was far more restrained than he had imagined.

"Don't think that I'm not thinking of you if I'm not crying, I miss you very much." Even though he restrained himself, Gojo Satoru still said such a sentence, his voice had a unique texture.

His little boyfriend left too heartlessly, cut off the fate, cut off all possibilities, and just walked away like that.

In four years, more than 400 days and nights, he was thrown into the vast crowd by his resolute little boyfriend.

He can always dream of the young man dying alone in a corner where no one is watching, dreaming that the young man's bright red blood has changed the color of the white flowers, leaving him alone in the world and dying alone.

Of course he did.

He searched the streets and alleys of Yokohama.

He went to the seaside to find him. He remembered that when he first met, his little boyfriend had a friend who wanted a house near the sea.

It's a pity that he is too good at hiding, his little boyfriend is really good at hiding.

He asked Taneda Shantou, the direct supervisor of the Conjuration Department, and got a reply of "I can't say it, I dare not say it."

He appeared on the roof of the port|black|hand|party| towering building several times, after thinking about it, he ended up "giving up", fearing that he would cause trouble to his little boyfriend.

He went to ask Yato, and got a reply of "If you can't find it, just wait. If there is a real destiny, we will meet again, right? What's the hurry."

He thought, then wait, anyway, he has a lifetime.

As long as he thinks that his little boyfriend is somewhere in the world, breathing the air of the same world with him, he feels that the wait is worth it.

However, he still devotes his body and mind to his work, for fear that at some free time, he will meet the little boyfriend who lost him in memory, and then be engulfed by unseen thoughts.

His serious work has led to his notoriety, and he is even rumored to be an |evil|ghost who eats|eats|children.

In this situation, he wanted to say that he was really lucky.

His little boyfriend didn't really tell him to wait his whole life.

His eyes touched the familiar eyebrows, and all his waiting had meaning at this moment.

However, feelings have changed slightly.

The strong desire to hug each other and covet each other is no longer there.

Now he wants to cover all the darkness for his little boyfriend, and dedicate the whole piece of sunshine to him.

Wanting to help his little boyfriend overcome all despair and leave all hope to him.

Compared with liking and love, this must be a deeper feeling, right?

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru turned sideways slightly, as if there was no four-year blank time between the two of them, he stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai: "The kid you brought has already gone upstairs with Jie, we Shall we go too? Everyone is waiting."

Osamu Dazai raised his face slightly, the dazzling sunlight fell on the man's white hair, with a little golden glow on the tip of the hair.

"Have a nice cooperation, Mr. Gojo." Dazai Osamu smiled lightly, his smile was like a calm sea, his calmness was unbelievable, he avoided the palm extended to him, and stepped into the hotel first.

Looking at his back, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that his little boyfriend had grown taller.

Fortunately... Gojo Satoru pushed down his sunglasses, and compared to him, he was still able to be completely wrapped in his arms.

Those who could come were already waiting in the conference room.

The students from the two schools in Tokyo and Kyoto four years ago, as well as Jianren Nanami, were indeed familiar faces.

Osamu Dazai entered the meeting room, and saw his own children were panicking because of the enthusiasm of Knotabazu Yuuhito.

Already a young man, but Yuzuhiro Hirohito is as pure as ever.

Noticing people coming in, Knotabagi Yuhito's eyes lit up: "Inspector Tsushima...ah no!"

Knotabagi Yuhito patted his mouth, then rolled his eyes with a smile: "Mr. Dazai! Welcome back!"

"Mr. Dazai." Jianren Qihai nodded slightly, as steady as before, that is, the extra social animals|attributes have increased.

"Mr. Madam Zai..." Atsushi Nakajima stuttered, got up and went to Osamu Dazai. He was very grateful for the kindness of the pink-haired young man, but it was terrible.

"Sit there, we'll get along with each other later." Osamu Dazai chose a seat to sit down, stopped the child from moving, looked at the capable woman with his kite eyes and said, "If I remember correctly, the Zen Academy knows a lot about magic tools? Please prepare it for the child in our family who does not have spell power."

Zenin Maki pushed her glasses and nodded: "No problem, Mr. Dazai."

"Thank you then." After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows at Gojo Satoru, who was in charge, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious: I'm not here to catch up on the past, so let's start quickly.

Willfulness has not changed at all.

Gojo Satoru smiled helplessly: "You Hui's older sister Tsumiki who is currently involved."

When mentioning her sister, Fukuroe, who was already a young man, cast her eyes on Osamu Dazai.He accidentally heard Gojo Satoru talk about the various arrangements that Osamu Dazai had made.

He had great hopes for Osamu Dazai.

"About death and death tour..."

There are eight rules of death and death tour.

There are a total of ten barriers for death and return.

The swimmers participating in it can use [-] points other than their own to add a rule to the death and death swim.

It is equivalent to the rules of killing each other, the barriers scattered all over Japan-this kind of situation, even the strongest can't do it all.

And it's no use finding the perpetrator.

Lingsuo can die, but the death tour will not end with the death of the initiator, he will continue until the game is decided.

What is the purpose of doing this?

Consume the overall combat power of the conjurer?

What is the use?It has become impossible for him to achieve his goal.

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. None of the above is important, the important thing is... The style of making troubles that only fears that the world will not be chaotic is too visual.

"Aji~ Did you find anything?" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, a little dazed, he found that everyone was a little dazed, Aji... who is it?

Osamu Dazai realized, oh, the clown is actually himself. [Indifference.jpg]

"Well, for the time being." Dazai Osamu sat lazily on the chair, flicked his palm and said, "I suspect that Reso was fooled."

This style of doing things is too much like a well-meaning Russian.

"If, as I guessed, things will never be solved by "I step on the barrier one by one." Osamu Dazai got up, "I'm going to make a phone call."

Osamu Dazai left the conference room, Gojo Satoru turned around and chatted with Atsushi Nakajima.

"Young man, how did you and Azhi meet?"

Crowd: ...

Fu Heihui: Back then, Wujo Satoru used this expression and tone to lure|abduct|trap himself?

Atsushi Nakajima is an honest boy, he said to those who were asked, and he also said to those who were not asked, that he was the best | seduction | abduction | object.

"That's, that's it. Mr. Dazai was dragged up when he entered the water and drifted unassisted." Actually, it was for robbery|robbing|a meal money.

Everyone: Drifting...

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, and grasped the long belt with both hands: "Afterwards, Mr. Dazai gave me a place to return to the homeless, and everyone in the detective agency is also very good."

As he spoke, Atsushi Nakajima smiled and rolled his eyes. You don't need to feel it specially, you can see the joy from the heart of the young man.

"Is that so?" Wujo Satoru spoke softly, his eyes drooping and his lips pursed, revealing a soft smile that was different from his temperament.

Has his little boyfriend been able to treat the world with tenderness?So, is the world willing to treat his little boyfriend tenderly?

his little boyfriend...

Have you reconciled with the oxidized world in the kite eyes?

Xia Youjie on the side looked at him and sighed. He knew that Wu had been miserable for the past four years, but... well, let me tell you something, this kind of expression appeared on Uncle Wu Tiao's face, and he really felt a little sick to his stomach.

Osamu Dazai returned to the conference room, facing everyone's gaze and said: "I'm not sure if it's what I thought. However, one thing is certain, the current chaotic situation is not only aimed at conjurers, but also people with supernatural abilities. No one can be alone"

This is only his own guess. After all, the two forces are in trouble at the same time, no matter how you think about it, it is too coincidental.

After hanging up the phone just now, he received a call from Kunikida, saying that the detective agency was being targeted by foreign supernatural organizations.

Everyone's eyes widened. Is the situation so big?

Gojo Satoru, who has always been able to do a job with ease, can't help but get serious | Why is it so troublesome?Still let people not have a good relationship? ? ?

Atsushi Nakajima fidgeted: "Then everyone in the detective agency...?"

"Trust everyone, Atsu-kun." Osamu Dazai smiled to comfort his little friend, then turned to Gojo Satoru and said, "As the person in charge of the Conjuration Department, please ask Mr. Gojo to get in touch with the Ability Department."

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and looked at the white-haired man: "Can we act now?"

"It's important, I won't hold back." Gojo Satoru pushed down his sunglasses and said to everyone, "Jie, contact the Ability Division and make an appointment to meet."

"Qihai's meeting with the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the afternoon, you go for me."

"Others go out if they have a mission, and if they don't, they go back to rest and recharge their batteries."

"Yes."

Wujo Wuchong winks at his little boyfriend, his watery eyes are full of jokes: Am I awesome?

Osamu Dazai: "..." Is this the tone of a 32-year-old man?As far as "shameless" is concerned, it is really awesome.