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[Excuse me Mr. Dazai, because of Wu's willfulness, there are a lot of unapproved documents piled up here in the magic department, can you come over and help Wu deal with it?

——Xia Youjie. ]

Osamu Dazai: "It's not convenient."

[Sorry to bother you, Mr. Dazai, because of the waywardness of the person in charge, the Conjuration Department has been absent from many meetings of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Would you like to attend instead of the person in charge?

——Qihai Jianren. ]

Osamu Dazai: "I don't want to."

[Excuse me, Wu is too messed up, Ju Gao's work is piled up like a mountain, please take responsibility for Wu.

——The moth is on the right path. ]

Osamu Dazai: "I'm not responsible."

The combination of Osamu Dazai's replies sounds like a scum|man who shirks responsibility.

Mr. Gojo ate the candy that Osamu Dazai bought for him, and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, thinking to himself, looking at it this way, he was really a naive old man ten years ago.

In order not to let Osamu Dazai have time to investigate how to go ten years later, and to prevent Osamu Dazai from spending too much time alone with himself ten years later, he actually used the method of making trouble for his partner...

puff--

Doesn't Gojo Satoru know that his little boyfriend hates trouble?Especially at work?Tsk tsk, come back to fight, right?

Mr. Gojo looked very happy, he turned his face slightly, his dull eyes did not really fall on the black-haired young man.

But... Osamu Dazai tightened his lips, he could feel that the other party's attention was on him.

"It's hard, isn't it? Interacting with childish ghosts."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai tightened his hand holding the steering wheel slightly, and then said after a pause, "What about you? Isn't it hard to associate with childish ghosts?"

"No." Mr. Gojo raised the corners of his lips: "Being troubled by a partner is a very happy thing."

As the voice fell, it seemed as if he had suddenly collided head-on with a nightmare that came back from a midnight dream. Mr. Gojo's smile gradually froze and disappeared, and then the smile climbed onto his face with ease.

"Well, you don't have to worry too much about what Dazai said." Mr. Gojo tried his best to cover up his gaffe just now: "The problem in ten years' time will be resolved quickly."

"Thinking too much." Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his lips, he was very familiar with this kind of thing that had to be pulled out of ecstasy.

"By the way, where are we going?" Mr. Wutiao slurred his words with a round candy in his mouth.

"Conjuration."

"Oh?" Mr. Wutiao squinted his eyes: "Don't you want to go?"

"I'm sending you, Mr. Gojo." Osamu Dazai smiled and glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye: "I'm busy today, so I can't take you to a detective agency to be an elderly left-behind | child, right?"

"Eh? I don't mind..."

What interrupted Mr. Gojo's words was the sudden acceleration of the vehicle.

"By the way, does Mr. Gojo know?" Osamu Dazai's unhurried tone was in stark contrast to his driving speed: "My driving skills were honed in |Black|Gang|Fire|Fighting|."

Mr. Gojo: "..."

This, he really doesn't know, his Azhi has never driven a car by himself.

Downstairs in the Conjuration Department——

Xia Youjie was waiting at the door early, and when he saw Mr. Wutiao get out of the car, he paused slightly when he walked up to him with a smile: "Yo, enlightenment in ten years' time."

He didn't show the slightest strangeness to the bad state of "Wujo Wu", but just took care of him as usual, just like facing Wujo Wu here.

"En." The person facing him was Xia Youjie. Mr. Wutiao let go of his forced smile, showing fatigue, and stepped forward to pat Xia Youjie on the shoulder: "Thanks for your hard work."

Mr. Gojo said so.

Xia Youjie was a little taken aback.

The Curse Department and the Detective Agency received a notice from the Ministry of the Interior at about the same time, asking them to be ready to receive support at any time.

And because of the relationship between Gojo Satoru and Osamu Dazai, a lot of information was exchanged between the Curse Division and the Detective Agency.Even if there is not much valuable information about each other, he can guess how bad the war situation will be ten years later.

……Right.

Xia Youjie reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips, how could it not be bad if he could abolish the ability of "Five Enlightenment"?

Looking at the mental state of "Wujo Wu" again, Xia Youjie had a bad guess in his heart. After a moment of silence, he confided all the doubts in his heart: "Mr. Dazai after ten years... is no more, is he?"

"...Yeah, I'm alone now." Compared to Xia Youjie's carefulness, Mr. Wutiao was much calmer, but the indelible longing of the living for the dead was still clearly visible.

"I understand you..."

"Jie." Mr. Wutiao interrupted Xia Youjie: "It's not what you imagined. I'm not that easy to deceive. If someone threatens me, I'll be fooled."

Xia Youjie could see that "Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu Tiao Wu" was slightly displeased with his unspoken speculation. He smiled wryly and said, "It's just hard for me to imagine what in this world can make you become like this... You also realized it through hard work."

Mr. Wutiao blinked and understood that Xia Youjie misunderstood the meaning of "hard work" in his mouth. He didn't explain, but just smiled: "It's okay."

In all the |war|wars that took place ten years later, none of them were hard work like surviving in the doomsday.

Ability Department, Conjuration Department, Armed Detective Agency, Port|Black|Hand|Party|, Italy|Black|Hand|Party|——no organization can survive easily.

At least... he's still alive.

When the words fell to the ground, the two fell into a suppressed silence.

Mr. Gojo's eyes shifted to the direction where the car disappeared, and words came out of his dry lips: "Do me a favor, Jie."

"You said."

When Osamu Dazai arrived in Namori Town and searched for the past according to the address sent, his mobile phone rang.

Looking at the caller's name, Osamu Dazai hesitated for a moment, then put down his hand that was about to press the doorbell of this house.

"Mr. Ranpo."

[Dazai, where are you? ] Edogawa Luanbu said: [No matter what, listen to me first. ]

"Mr. Ranpo speak slowly, I am listening."

[That is, that, ten years later. ] Edogawa Ranpo said: [Originally, it didn't matter if I went, but now I absolutely can't, I can't go. ]

"How do you say?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows.

[What do you say? ! ] Edogawa Ranbu said unreasonably: [The famous detective said that if he is not allowed to go, he is not allowed to go!You go back to the detective agency now!The president forbids you to ask for leave! ]

In the end, Mr. Detective imitated the guardian's tone and said: "Dazai, you must be obedient." ]

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched: "Okay, Mr. Ranpo, I'll go back to the detective agency right away."

He rang the doorbell.

"Ah, Irie Masaichi..." Dazai Osamu's eyes lingered between the boy and the phone screen, and then smiled: "It seems that I have found the right person."

"You, you, hello, sir!" Looking at the black-haired youth who was obviously hostile, the weak glasses boy trembled: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin and said with a smile, "Can I go to your house and have a sit?"

While talking, Osamu Dazai had pushed the boy away and entered the door.

Irie Masaichi: "..." What's the point of asking me? !

"Irie-kun, I don't want to talk nonsense right now." Osamu Dazai said, "Mr. Reborn left me two ten-year rocket|arrow|cannon|, unfortunately..."

Irie was startled one by one.

"My boyfriend was too worried about my consolation, so he took it away." Having said that, Osamu Dazai showed a gritted smile: "Can you give me another one?"

Male, boyfriend...? !

Irie was full of horror, and his intuition told him that he must stop exploring, otherwise the door to the new world would be opened and it would not be able to close!

"Sorry, I don't understand what sir is talking about." Irie thought for a while, and finally decided to play dumb, and then...

Sen Leng's Mu Cang mouth was aimed at him.

Do you want to go ten years later?

If it was yesterday, Osamu Dazai would have given an affirmative reply, even though he knew that there was a plan against him since Tong Mo's incident, he would not hesitate at all.

Regarding Bailan Jesso, he is not clear, and the information so far is not abnormal.But for Fyodor, he really knew that he wanted to vomit.

If that guy got the chance to kill him with one blow, he would never allow accidents to happen, for example: give Tong Mo a chance to let him go.

Fyodor would stare closely at Tong Mo to complete the steps of "Kill | Die | Osamu Dazai", but he didn't.

...Tong Mo's incident seemed to point the way for him to go ten years later.Coupled with Mr. Ranpo's call, he became a little uncertain about whether to "go" to ten years later.

clang clang-

Someone knocked on the window.

Osamu Dazai looked, and saw Mr. Gojo watching him with a smile, behind him was Xia Youjie who was trying to pretend not to exist under his sight.

Staring at each other through the glass for a moment, Osamu Dazai frowned, opened the door and got out of the car: "Let's talk, Mr. Gojo."

Mr. Wujo bent his eyes: "Okay."

Bingsheng Commercial Street——

Mr. Gojo loved sweets as before, and the whole table was filled with all kinds of desserts, but the waitress did not stop delivering desserts to the table.

Osamu Dazai watched without saying a word, watching Mr. Gojo pretending to be very good.

After the young lady finally stopped copying and pasting, Osamu Dazai said, "Mr. Gojo, did Fyodor get the "book" ten years later?"

"Yes." Mr. Gojo took a bite of a small cake, while not forgetting to respond to Osamu Dazai's question.

Osamu Dazai continued to ask: "Did the "book" erase Mr. Gojo's ability?"

"No." While chewing on the cake, Mr. Gojo's words were vague.

Isn't it caused by "books"...?

Dazai took a sip of his coffee.

It didn't hurt to go there in the past, but it doesn't work now, which shows that the situation has changed.

The "change" here should refer to the death of "Osamu Dazai" ten years later, and Mr. Gojo's loss of ability...

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes. He put down the coffee cup, and there was a crisp sound when the bottom of the cup collided with the table: "Mr. Gojo, what's wrong with the "book"?"

"Well~" Mr. Wujo put down his fork and smiled relaxedly: "I sealed the "book", and losing power is the price of sealing the "book"."

The tone of indifference, as if it was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

"..."

Mr. Gojo continued: "So, don't go, you will be used to unseal the "book". Don't worry about Wujo Wu, you are here, he will come back soon."

Looking at him, Osamu Dazai lost his ability to speak for a moment.

"Don't." Mr. Gojo suddenly leaned over and covered his iris-colored eyes with his trembling palm, "Don't look at me."

Mr. Gojo has been pretending to be calm, and there is already a bit of repressed pain mixed in.

It is the boundless yearning of the living for the dead.

It was the extreme powerlessness of wanting to call out but not being able to call out.

Osamu Dazai curled his fingers unconsciously, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by another call from the famous detective Ranpo.

The palms covering the eyes were removed

"chaos……"

[I'm just trying to see if Dazai can get through on the phone.Hmm, not bad, Dazai is very obedient. ] Edogawa Ranpo took it for granted, and said: [Remember to bring back some snacks for the famous detective. ]

"No problem, Mr. Ranpo." Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, and hurriedly glanced at Mr. Gojo, who had recovered to normal: "Do you want to go to a detective agency with me to be an elderly left-behind|children?"

Mr. Gojo blinked slyly: "Okay."