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With the information about "Osamu Dazai" in hand, Gojo Satoru could not be more clear that the words and deeds of Osamu Dazai will not be meaningless.

When Ijichi told him that Osamu Dazai had gone and returned last night, Gojo Satoru froze for a moment with a smile on his face.

It's not that he is suspicious and wants to doubt something, it's just that the youth gives people the impression that there is always a sense of "unsettled" danger.

Thinking about it carefully, the young man was sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he never "bluntly" stated the reason for entering the magic world.Everything is the answer he got from following the trivial words given by the young man, taking advantage of the situation and according to the aspects that are beneficial to him.

So... What if the answer he came up with was wrong?

The Ministry of the Interior sent inspectors here, perhaps for the system change, but this system change is like Schrödinger's cat at this time.

What the result will be will be revealed after all the dust settles.

The result can be beneficial to him, and naturally it can also benefit the higher-ups.

The current "result" of being smothered makes people nervous, but it is not the most important thing, what matters is the attitude of the young man himself.

What do teenagers look forward to, and what do they hate?

What will the teenager choose to protect in the end, and what will he choose to expose?

All of these are beyond his guess.

The young man is an inspector sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he is the person who faces all kinds of magic arts, and the person whose words carry the most weight...

Will a boy who is so difficult to love himself be inclined to someone or something?

Gojo Satoru frowned, grabbed the black blindfold, got up and walked out of the room.

Da da da--

The soles of the shoes hit the ground and made a heavy muffled sound, which lasted until the door of Osamu Dazai's room stopped abruptly, and then sounded again three seconds later, went away and disappeared.

It was a door that was ajar, and there were two worlds inside and outside the door, like the last layer of window paper that had not been pierced between people, leaving enough respect for each other.

His iris-colored eyes stared at the half-hidden door, and after a while, he turned his eyes to look back, trying very hard to make himself look like he didn't care.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's lips suddenly raised a cold and indifferent oblique arc.

Human beings are definitely the most eccentric creatures in the world. It is obvious that a question can be solved by asking a question, but human beings tend to like to complicate the problem.

Thankfully, this time he has nothing to lose...

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes lightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a shadow under his eyes.

...and nothing left to lose.

Closing his eyes, Osamu Dazai got up and grabbed the sand-colored windbreaker, put it on, and left the room.

Walking on the Curse High campus, I could hear the energetic voices of boys and girls from afar.Mr. Leyanji, the principal who wants to come to Kyoto Manga High School, has also arrived, right?

"Hiss—!" Fu Heihui fell to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu who was gradually approaching them with his fluffy black hair, and immediately called loudly, regardless of the blood on his face: "Inspector Tsushima!"

At the same time quickly stood up.

Fu Heihui is reminding the second-year seniors who have not seen the inspector, and the students of Kyoto Manga: The inspector is here, pay attention to the overall image of the magic world!

Seeing everyone standing upright for a moment pretending nothing happened, Fu Heihui breathed a sigh of relief and was moved!In the face of big right and wrong, everyone is still working together!

But Fu Heihui completely forgot about the blood on his face, and was puzzled by the winking eyes of the second-year senior: eye cramps?

"Pfft—" However, there was no time for Fu Heihui to figure it out, Osamu Dazai was already standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

Yuan eyes swept across those unfamiliar faces, and Osamu Dazai comforted him: "Don't be nervous, how can a group of powerful children not fight when they gather together? This is not something worth caring about."

"Oh." Even though the problem was pointed out so bluntly, Fu Heihui still swam in a sea of ​​doubts: "Thanks, thank you Supervisor Tsushima."

"You're welcome." Osamu Dazai smiled, and looked at Todo Aoi, Zenyuan Zhenyi, and the two students of Kyoto Fugao who had gathered together: "So, has the old gentleman of Rakuyan Temple arrived? Where is it? Is it the reception room?"

Dongtang Kuichao wanted to ask if this person was really an inspector sent by the Ministry of the Interior?Doesn't it look like a minor?Still a small|white|face-like underage.

And... are the layers and layers of bandages around the neck and arms serious?Are you suffering from secondary illness?

But he held it back very hard, after all, he was reminded by the headmaster of Leyan Temple.

"Ah, that's right." Todo Aoi replied, "It's in the reception room."

Osamu Dazai nodded with a smile, and walked away from here, not to affect the communication between the boys and girls.

Looking at his back, someone asked Fu Heihui a question from the depths of his soul: "Is this boy really a supervisor?"

if not? !I can still meet someone and call the inspector? ! ! !

Fu Heihui wanted to yell, but when he saw that it was not only the two of Jingdu Mangao who asked him, but also his second-year seniors, he silently swallowed down the roar of the tip of his tongue.

In a word, he replied, "Yes."

Reception room.

"Yo!" Osamu Dazai opened the barrier door, raised his left arm and waved it with a smile: "Long time no see, Mr. Leyan Temple."

Gojo Satoru was wearing a blindfold, and because of the [anti-spell spell], he couldn't feel the boy's magic power, nor could he detect the boy like ordinary people.

When he heard Dazai Osamu's voice, Gojo Satoru subconsciously raised his hand to take off the blindfold, paused, but put his hand down again.

The boy sat beside him.

The blindfold can hide the emotion in his eyes, and it can also hide his frown.

"... Is Inspector Tsushima okay recently?" Leyansi leaned on a cane with both hands in front of him, he opened his eyelids and looked at the young man opposite: "Are you still used to living in Jugao in Tokyo?"

"Well..." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and smiled: "If I'm not used to it, will old Mr. Leyan Temple invite me to Kagao, Kyoto?"

Gojo Satoru's hands folded on his thighs suddenly clenched into fists.

Leyansi laughed hoarsely and said, "The Kyoto school is undergoing renovations. I'm afraid it will neglect Supervisor Tsushima."

Sanlunxia: "???" When did it happen?

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, gave an exaggerated "Huh", then smiled and said, "Renovation? Is that so? Well, that's good. If you do something bad, I'm afraid that you will be caught by the "inspector." "Find out, that's bad."

"..." Leyan Temple took a tense breath.

Whether it was the voice of "Shuji Tsushima" or the emotions flowing in the eyes of the kite, there was a strong smile, but he felt that behind the smile was a coldness like a glacier.

"Well~ I was joking!" Osamu Dazai suddenly said in a bright voice, "I just came to meet the old Mr. Leyan Temple whom I haven't seen for a long time."

Osamu Dazai stood up, straightened his clothes and said to Gojo Satoru, "Mr. Gojo, I was notified to go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs for a meeting, and I have to go out now."

Doubt is a really bad thing.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs held a meeting—a simple sentence, Gotjo Wu's heart turned a thousand times.

There is also Leyan Temple, which is also full of thoughts.

"Oh!" Gojo Satoru raised his hand and lifted a corner of the blindfold, revealing a single blue eye, and said with a smile, "Are you looking for a car to take you? When will you be back? I'll pick you up."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand: "No need, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has sent a car, and I'll call Mr. Gojo when it's over."

Gojo Gobi made an "ok" gesture, and then watched the black-haired boy disappear into the reception room.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and for a long while, the two people who were also in the same state of mind stopped thinking deeply and continued the previous conversation.

Osamu Dazai came to a traditional Japanese restaurant in the urban area at an appointment. When he entered the door, he could see that the restaurant had been decorated, and even blocked the signal too cautiously.

... It doesn't have to be so.

After being led to the box by the waiter, Osamu Dazai smiled lightly and looked at the bald man: "I didn't expect that the Minister of Farming would hand over the information to me in person."

When he said this, Osamu Dazai had already taken out a small memory|storage|card from the pocket of his windbreaker and handed it over. After all, Tanada had a laptop at hand, and it looked like he was working.

"In order to prevent you from being betrayed by some |officials|officials, it is safer for me to hand over the information to you directly." Zhong Tian said as he took the |storage|storage|card, and then fiddled with the computer with great difficulty.

Seeing him busy, Osamu Dazai picked up his chopsticks and started eating without pressure. Although it was a pity that it was not a crab meat dish, he was very happy to eat the exquisite dishes.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhongtian let out a long sigh of relief: "I agree with what you said on the phone last night. But..."

"but?"

Taneda slightly moved the computer screen towards Dazai Osamu, raised his finger, and said, "This curse called "real person" must be exorcised as soon as possible."

It simply challenged his nerves. As a human being, it is hard not to be afraid of that ability.

Osamu Dazai stuffed a chopstick dish into his mouth, puffed his cheeks and said vaguely: "I pieced it together from the information sent back by the conjurer of the Tsushima family, and the accuracy is not guaranteed."

It doesn't matter whether it is accurate or not in farming: "No matter what the ability is, the curse must be exorcised."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai bit his chopsticks, tilted his head and nodded after thinking, "Okay, who made the Minister of Farming my boss now."

The boy did not return to Curse High...

Gojo Satoru looked at the email he sent and got a reply: [Oh!Social animals are like me, working hard for work! 】

Doubt is easy to become |addiction|, it will be like a cluster of flames being |ignited|lit in the spring breeze, once it starts, it will have the potential to start a prairie fire.

It's not right, it shouldn't be like this...

Gojo Satoru persuaded himself, and moved his fingertips to reply: [Come on~]

...But I couldn't persuade myself no matter what.

Gojo Satoru's mind flashed through the half-hidden door.

"Teacher Wutiao!"

Hirohito's energetic voice came, interrupting the flashback in Gojo Satoru's mind.

He turned around, the corner of his mouth raised as usual with a careless and slightly arrogant and wanton smile.

"Let's go, Qi Haihai must be waiting."

"Hi!"