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Chapter 3 Okay, I'll get used to it as soon as possible.

The so-called strategy does not focus on whether it is clever or not, but whether it is effective.

Gojo Satoru's little trick is obviously quite effective.

At least, after hearing the news of [Gojo Satoru and Tsushima Shuji's private contact], the top conjurer's mind was full of thoughts: "The two people we fear the most have joined forces?" Such thoughts.

Just thinking about it, the high-level executives felt that their hearts had become fragile in vain, and they couldn't bear such pressure at all.

——This is the purpose of Gojo Satoru.

It not only implicated Osamu Dazai, but also made the high-level people panic.

Compared with this purpose, whether or not they really teamed up is not that important until Gojo Satoru finds out the purpose of the Ministry of Internal Affairs sending Osamu Dazai to the magic world.

Therefore, in the face of "Shuji Tsushima", the high-level conjurers who do not have any advantages at all seem to have been forced to bow their heads and obey their ears.

However, they are high-level conjurers after all, with rigid thinking, pedantry, and greed.

Holding the glory earned by the ancestors, and the glory that the younger generation fought to protect, at the same time, they looked down on the younger generation, and contradictory fears and tried their best to prevent the rise of the younger generation.

He spared no effort to explain to everyone what an annoying old thing looks like, and it is placed here like a model for people's reference.

It is more realistic to expect them to bow their heads and obey their ears than to expect them to die violently in place.

"Dare to ask, why did the Ministry of the Interior send the "Tsushima" inspector to the magic world?"

The word [Jindao] is pronounced very emphatically.

The high-level people are deeply afraid of "Shuji Tsushima", and they are unwilling to have a conflict with "Shuji Tsushima" in this situation, but they are not reconciled, so they use this method to run on people.

They were not afraid that this move would anger him.

In the final analysis, the biggest hatred between "Shuji Tsushima" and them is the matter of [Mie|Mie Tsushima's family].

As long as they kill them without knowing or doing anything, he has nothing to do with them.

How could Osamu Dazai fail to guess what they were thinking, after all, human beings need a fig leaf.

He spread out his palms and said, "Of course it's to help the decaying magic world."

Seeing the trembling shadows reflected on the shoji doors, Osamu Dazai smiled quite easily: "With the emergence of capable people, each system has corresponding laws|laws|articles and job| can|department."

"We have since..."

Without giving them a chance to speak, Osamu Dazai continued: "Take the system of supernatural beings as an example. There are rules for supernatural beings to use supernatural powers. When supernatural beings violate rules | deal with."

"enough!"

Osamu Dazai ignored the scolding: "There is no similar system for conjurers. But, as far as I know, last year's Otoko Yuta and the most recent Knotabagi Yuhito were sentenced to death|penalty|. Excuse me, are you Which article is the basis for the penalty given?"

"Shuji Tsushima!"

"The magic world has a way of dealing with it."

"Things in the magic world cannot be criticized by others!"

The senior executives couldn't bear it anymore, and the anger of being suddenly offended after being in a high position for a long time replaced the fear of "Shuji Tsushima".

...It's a pity, getting too close to rights will always make some people mistakenly think that they have actually grasped the rights, but they don't realize that it's just a dream.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, as if they were too stupid for him to look at, even though he couldn't see them at all.

"All punishments that have not been filed by the Ministry of the Interior and passed the filing's ability system are [private punishments]."

Osamu Dazai shrugged: "I kindly remind you that the Ministry of Internal Affairs has decided to include conjurers into the system, and you cannot object to this."

The shadows reflected on the shoji doors suddenly disappeared, followed by whispers.

Oh, it's time for the IQ hard|disaster|disaster areas to exchange opinions.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in the windbreaker pockets, waiting for their discussion to end.

5 minutes later--

"We understand the meaning of the Ministry of the Interior. Give us some time, and we will submit a filing application to the Ministry of the Interior in the near future."

Osamu Dazai just wanted to laugh when he heard the excuse that adults fooled children and said "I will take you out to play when I have time".

He spread his hands: "What do you think is the significance of the Ministry of Internal Affairs dispatching inspectors? Sorry, my task is to personally collect filing materials on behalf of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"No...!"

The higher-ups wanted to object, but before they could finish their words, they suddenly felt the danger.Their instinctive sense of crisis stopped their voices abruptly.

Through the gap in the shoji door, their eyes came into contact with the smile on Dazai Osamu's face, it was as if their tongues had been cut|off|cut off, and they could no longer speak a word.

However, the irony is that the smile on Dazai Osamu's face is shallow and soft, obviously not scary at all.

Only... those iris-colored pupils suddenly lost all warmth, and were condensing into ice layer by layer starting from the deepest.

At this moment, the upper echelons of the conjurers were awakened by the oldest and strongest human emotion - fear.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Everyone agrees, right?"

Rejecting the attendant's proposal to drive him away, Osamu Dazai took a few steps, then turned his head away, and calmly glanced at this grave-like place with a rotten smell that couldn't be blocked by his nose.

"Yo!"

The lazy voice suddenly resounded in the silence.

Osamu Dazai turned around following the sound, and saw Gojo Satoru, whom he had just met two hours ago, leaning against a wall with his arms folded and relaxed.

Looking at it from this angle, Wujo Satoru's legs were long and straight, and his body was obviously well-trained, even if he was wrapped in a curse high uniform, he couldn't hide it.

However, Gojo Satoru looked lazy and lazy, Osamu Dazai was very suspicious, would this person lie down and sleep|die|go over in the next second?

"It's really destined, Supervisor Tsushima, we meet again!"

Rather than saying it was destined, it would be more accurate to say that Gojo Satoru deliberately waited here.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, he thought that the strongest conjurer would be more patient.

But Gojo Satoru's move is not surprising at all.

The world of conjuration, which seems to be precarious and might break out at any time, actually maintains the superficial peace on the inside. The old era and the new era subtly stand together in the center of the seesaw.

The inspector sent by the Ministry of the Interior is an external force that breaks the balance, and it is a card with weight.

Whether the cooperation will be reached with the "same purpose" is not the important thing, what matters is whether you can hold this card firmly in your hand.

On this point, Wujo Wu could see much more clearly than the high-level conjurers who thought highly of themselves.

"Mr. Gojo is really impatient." Osamu Dazai looked up at the white-haired young man.

"Hmm~ That's the right thing to say, but if you don't cherish the opportunity in front of you, you will feel very disadvantaged." Gojo Satoru hooked off his sunglasses, and his blue eyes looked straight into those iris-colored eyes: "Aren't they annoying?"

The blue eyes seemed to dress up the vast sky, Dazai paused, and the corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic oblique arc: "They are old and dead."

Not dying from the decline of life, but drowning | dying from greed for power | rights - Osamu Dazai pouted, it is not surprising that greedy people will always be more annoying.

"...It's a very quiet death|death, isn't it?" Osamu Dazai sighed with half-empty eyes.

He looked back at the grave-like place again, the emotion in his kite-colored pupils was calm and cold: "Not even howling."

Looking at the boy's indifferent face, Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, he thought he could see relatively negative emotions in those eyes, such as hate.

After a while of silence, Gojo Satoru laughed and clapped his palms together: "Hahaha, you are more interesting than I imagined! I really like your talking! No book shop is smashed, understand?"

Wutiao Wuchong's young thief winked and winked.

In this regard, Osamu Dazai gave him a disgusted glance to show his respect: "Well, since Mr. Gojo is waiting here specially, then my work should start from Tokyo Manga."

"Oh!" Gojo Satoru blinked a few times, looked at the boy with a smile and said, "It's like I dug a hole for myself."

Osamu Dazai looked at the tall young man calmly: "Isn't this the purpose of your waiting here? I am very kind and complied with Mr. Gojo's wishes."

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, raised his hand and pushed the sunglasses on his nose back to its original position, not letting the emotion in his eyes leak to the boy opposite.

"Do you know Supervisor Tsushima?"

The young man's voice was low and unreservedly threatening.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head in a timely manner, expressing his doubts dispensably.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips: "What adults are most afraid of is being easily punctured. This will make people feel inexplicably irritated."

"You have to get used to it." Apart from persuading him like this, Osamu Dazai had nothing else to say.

This is not a salty reaction...

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue dully, and suddenly lost the desire to perform, he spread his hands: "Okay, I'll get used to it as soon as possible."

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