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Anyone can see that Gojo Satoru has taken extra care of Mr. Inspector these past few days, the kind of comprehensive care that does not fake the hands of others.

Of course, Gojo Satoru thought that the less people knew about things like [Supervisor|Nearly died at Tokyo Curse High], so he didn't even tell Noctua Masato.

He was alone, while taking care of Osamu Dazai's diet, while being irritable.

Gojo Satoru's rationality told him that he should send the boy out of Jugao, regardless of whether he was a supervisor or an ally, the most important thing was to ensure that Jugao would not be implicated and that the students were safe.

Gojo Satoru's emotions told him that he should keep the boy in Kagao, the boy is the inspector and ally.

Even putting aside this identity, the boy is still an underage child, only the same age as the second graders.

Perhaps because of the nature of the teacher, or perhaps because of the natural sense of responsibility for the lives he personally saved, reason and emotion were repeatedly entangled in the game, and in the end it was the latter that defeated the former.

Gojo Satoru has a strong premonition that if the boy is left alone, the boy will hold a one-way ticket alone, smile and embark on the road of no return, and even...

Poor guy didn't even get a decent send off.

"Wu, are you taking care of the child's diet these days?"

"By the way, that kid hasn't left the school building for a long time, right? What's going on?"

"Students said you didn't tell them to go near that kid."

Facing Noctua Masato's question, Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "It's the rainy season, the boy from Tsushima is suffering from a seasonal disease, such as a cold and a fever."

"Then you should take care of it." Ye Mozheng said without doubting him, "Did you get the news about the recent reward?"

"Ah, I already know, the reward for Tsushima boy."

"Okay, pay more attention. No matter the child is an inspector or something else, you can't just let him have an accident."

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention." Gojo Satoru nodded, took the thermos pot filled with soup and left the Japanese room, and walked towards the school building where the teaching staff lived.

His eyes touched the thin and sad figure, and he stopped in his tracks.

The blue eyes reflected the boy in it.

Sensing the gaze, Osamu Dazai looked at him: "Huh—? Should we still have soup for dinner?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, and walked up to Dazai Osamu, his eyes passed the boy's right elbow through the cloth.

Counting today, it was already the third day. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Gojo Satoru still vaguely smelled the smell of blood from the boy.

"It's a bit windy at this time, you should put on your coat." Gojo Satoru frowned, and said again: "Drink the soup for another day."

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes.

Seeing that the soup was drunk to seven or eight, Gojo Satoru announced when he was tidying up the table, "I have a task tomorrow, you will come with me."

"Oh~?" Following those words, inexplicable emotions settled in the eyes of the kite color, and after several ups and downs, they returned to calm. Osamu Dazai smiled and bent his eyes: "Am I being watched by Mr. Gojo?"

"Otherwise?" Gojo Satoru cleaned up the table, took a chair and sat down: "How can I be at ease when something like that happens? Suicide|maniac stays in curse high with students?"

Moreover, when he is on a mission, who will bring the boy food?What if the boy sneaks out?

"Pfft——" Dazai Osamu shook his shoulders with a smile: "Isn't that an easy problem to solve? Just ask me to leave Kako."

This is said in a simple and easy way, but it seems that every word is tainted with poison, which is unbearable.

Gojo Satoru's hands were itchy, he gritted his teeth and smiled, and squeezed out words from his mouth: "Why do you always speak so yin and yang? I gave you first aid and took care of your diet. Thank you, at least have a better attitude, kid!"

"Is it because I'm worried that if I leave, someone will |kill| kill me, and I'll implicate Kagao?" Osamu Dazai suppressed all his smiles, and said to himself.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Gojo Satoru, his kite-colored eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water that wouldn't flow.

...It seems that even if you don't go out, information from the outside world will continue to flow to "Shuji Tsushima".

"Shuji Tsushima" might have known about the reward earlier than him.

But compared to this, Gojo Satoru was really about to be|exploded|exploded|infuriated, his chest suddenly ignited|burned with anger, he took a few deep breaths before he managed to suppress it, and said in a deep voice, "Think about the good of people."

After finishing speaking, he stood up abruptly: "Tomorrow, I will go on a mission with me, that's the deal."

Watching the angry figure leave, Osamu Dazai pulled the corners of his lips, leaned back and fell on the |bed|bunk, gently opened and closed his lips, repeated several times before words escaped from his mouth.

"Obviously just leave it alone."

Obviously as long as he said "Leave", he would show a relieved smile on his face...

The destination of this trip is Yokohama City.

Osamu Dazai silently watched the bustling street scene.

The gears of time are still turning, and the city of Yokohama is still the same.Like a double-faced faction, one side is quiet and peaceful, while the other side is full of blood | gore and violence |

The streets where people come and go are really peaceful.

It seems that the blood left by the atrocities that happened yesterday has been gradually washed away by time, and there is not even a little bit of lament left.

Gojo Satoru was asking Yiji Jiegao about the situation of the curse, when he caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows frowned suddenly.

At this moment, the young man seemed to be floating in the ocean of despair, and would be engulfed by the turbulent waves at any time and fall into the deep sea where his hands could not be seen.

... Someone must hold him back!

Gojo Gojo was about to speak, when an unbelievable and pleasantly surprised voice resounded first: "Mr. Dazai!!!"

"...huh~" Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback, pushed down his sunglasses, and looked at Osamu Dazai with a smile: "Huh~? Mr. Dazai?"

"If Mr. Gojo is willing, you can call me like that." Dazai Osamu shrugged, his face didn't change at all.

He did not expect to meet Akutagawa. At this stage, with Akutagawa's toughness, the vest of "Shuji Tsushima" will definitely not be able to protect him, so it is better to just admit it.

In this way, he and Gojo Satoru, or in other words, he and Tokyo Mandaka, have mutual support...

Osamu Dazai frowned and calculated, then smiled suddenly, he didn't lose money this time.

Fearing that Osamu Dazai would disappear, Akutagawa Ryunosuke strode forward and stood in front of the instructor, his fingers trembling with excitement.

The tip of Akutagawa's tongue seems to be rolling thousands of words, but his lips and teeth move slightly, but he can't utter a single word.

This period of silence seemed as long as a century to Akutagawa, and finally he said: "Mimic—the remnant |party|, I have executed them all!"

Dazai yawned sleepily, and his kite eyes glanced at him lightly: "Really? Is that related to me? If I remember correctly, you... are not my subordinates anymore?"

"Next..." Akutagawa's pupils tightened suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, he became at a loss for a while, and the light in his eyes was shattered little by little.

He forgot.

At the moment when he saw Mr. Dazai, he was so excited that he forgot that Mr. Dazai had defected|fleeed to the port of Mafia, and he was no longer one of the five cadres, nor his...teacher.

The atmosphere froze lifelessly.

Gojo Satoru's eyes behind the sunglasses turned back and forth between Osamu Dazai and the boy in black. He thought that the information about Mr. Xiao, the inspector, could be re-investigated.

However, the information is not the most important thing, the important thing is that the boy's face is obviously starting to turn pale.

Gojo Satoru walked to Dazai Osamu in two steps: "Tsushima boy, tell me loudly, are you okay?"

"It's not ok." Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his lips: "The injured patient is applying for rest now."

"Hey, hey——" Gojo Satoru nodded with a smile, and raised his finger to the milk tea shop across the street: "Go there and wait, the curse will be removed soon."

Akutagawa was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't notice Osamu Dazai's departure. To be precise, it was Gojo Satoru who made him not notice.

Osamu Dazai sat by the window, and through the lips of the man with glasses, he knew the reason why he met Akutagawa—because he was not familiar with Yokohama, the man with glasses chose to cooperate with the port Mafia.

No, it should be the other way around.

Mr. Mori expands his business and seeks cooperation with magicians.

Osamu Dazai pressed his mobile phone, and the nine-figure reward task related to "Shuji Tsushima" on the dark |net| showed that someone had accepted it.

With a movement of his fingertips, Osamu Dazai sent an email under the name "Shuji Tsushima" to the person who received the reward task, and then pressed mute.

Gojo Satoru worked hard all day, and when he came back, dusk was almost over, the orange-red sunset was about to burn out, and the color of the sky was slowly dimming.

He saw the young man standing outside the milk tea shop with his head upright in the last twilight.

The young man held his uninjured left hand between the sunlight and his cheek, only a little dim light passed through his fingers, leaving mottled marks of light and shadow on the young man's beautiful cheek.

Aware of his gaze, the boy didn't put his hand down, but turned his face slowly, showing him a smile appropriate to the occasion.

They are not far away.

but.

Gojo Satoru felt that there was fog, haze, and 479.1 square kilometers of coral sea between him and the boy.

Looking at each other from a distance is difficult.

…everyone dies, but not everyone ever actually lives.

Wujo Wujo thought that the young man who was smiling at him at this time was the one who had never really lived.

No.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, he remembered the information about "Osamu Dazai" and "Mimic" that he received two hours ago from the information dealer in Yokohama City.

Teenagers are alive.

In the nihilistic world that no one else can see, the boy stumbles and lives with his head broken, and even his pretty smile looks like he is crying.

"Is it over?"

The voice between a teenager and a young man has a particularly peculiar texture, and the eardrum responsible for sound transmission is slightly itchy/twitched/moved by this light voice.

Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, nodded with a smile, and strode towards the boy: "It's more troublesome than expected. I called you, but you didn't answer. Have you eaten the lunch that Yidizhi sent?"

"It's muted. As for lunch..." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and stared at the white-haired young man with a smile on his eyes: "Mr. potential?"

"Tsk!" Gojo Satoru raised his hand, overlapped his thumb and middle finger, and tapped the boy's forehead with a "da" sound: "I've been in charge of your food for the past few days, so give me some self-consciousness. "

"Wow!" Osamu Dazai covered his hair and exclaimed, "Violence|violence is forbidden!"

"What kind of violence is this?" Wutiao Wufu said, "Let's go, I'm going back, Yidizhi is waiting."

Osamu Dazai followed his footsteps, while taking out his cell phone, an unread email was lying quietly in the mailbox.

[I will not touch the reward task of "Shuji Tsushima".

I will keep all the information about Dazai-kun from the side of the conjurer—by: Mori Ogai]