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【"It's obvious that Gojo Satoru is teaching origami airplanes, so why should I be punished to stand with him?"

In the corridor of the high school of conjuration, the blond girl with a high ponytail pinched her sore shoulders and muttered uncontrollably.

"I also want to ask about this, Erika, what do you think of my bangs?"

In the punishment group of four, Xia Youjie took out a crumpled paper airplane from his pocket.On Gojo Satoru's stick figure, the red ones are traces newly added by Erika.

It was Xia Youjie whose bangs were cut by Ka Cha.

"...Gojo Satoru framed me."

"Huh? I don't do such boring things. By the way, Jie, Erika also said that you sleep with your eyes closed when you open them. She scolded you for having small eyes."

"Shut up! You are still making small reports, are you a primary school student! I almost forgot, Nitro, your petri dish was broken by Gojo Satoru. It doesn't count if it is broken, he even stepped on it."

"Do you think I'm afraid of nitro, Erika?"

"It's so noisy, Wujou Gorillas."

Erika, who was arguing directly with Gojo Satoru, didn't notice that Xia Youjie and Jiarui Glass kept silent until Jiarui Glass couldn't help coughing.

"... Teacher Night Moth is behind me, right?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at her, but didn't look back.

"You just found out."

"You didn't even quarrel with me when you found out."

"That's because he came out when I answered the first sentence. I can't be the only one who was punished to write a review."

"Damn it, you have ulterior motives..."

Erihua couldn't finish her words, and the unbearable Noctua Zhengdao interrupted her with a terrifying momentum. He motioned Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi to go back first, and then ruthlessly said that if the two of them didn't repent properly, they would be let They stand forever.

The door to the classroom behind was closed.

Erika was silent for a moment: "What about now?"

"It did."

"Do you think it's because the four of us made him stand to give lectures to an empty classroom, which was boring, so he came out and dragged two of us back."

Gojo Gojo pretended to think for a while, and rarely agreed with her point of view.

"Speaking of which, it's fine in broad daylight. Do you still wear sunglasses when the sun goes down?"

"What, are you jealous of me?"

"No, not at all."

"Haha, it's obviously just jealousy."

"This year's most popular freshman is Xia Youjie, think about why you are also the strongest and why you were not selected."

"……You are dead."

It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but Eri spent her days at the High School of Conjuration starting from being punished by the night moth and holding hands with Gojo Satoru to enhance their relationship.

In the summer of [-], it was a mess.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the difference in temperature scattered the air. Even the buildings seemed to be distorted.

"Marble soda, ice cream, and two packs of plain potato chips..."

"I bought it wrong, Wu."

"what?"

"I remember Erika asked you to buy the ice cream in a cup."

"..."

Remember, it seems that there is such a thing.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the half-melted ice cream in his hand, the plastic packaging was covered with water droplets, and the ice cream inside could be smashed to pieces with just a pinch.

But he was too lazy to turn back to the small shop on the other side of the street.

"Be careful when you fight."

Already anticipating what would happen, Xia Youjie opened the soda with one hand, put his other hand in his trouser pocket, and walked past Wujo Wu's side leisurely.

"Glass and I don't want to accompany you to write the review anymore."

It seems to be excluded.

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and decided to shift the responsibility to his companion who was still out on a mission and rushed back to class.

Have it.

He viciously squeezed the ice cream in his hand into a pile of mud through the plastic packaging.

Let’s say it’s because she’s too slow that even the ice cream has melted.

There are a total of four second-year students in the high school of conjuration. They are Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, who are known as the strongest, Iuniko, who is quite accomplished in medicine, and Atobe Ei, who will probably only become an assistant supervisor in the future. Lihua.

Compared with the other three people, Erika's spell power is really too weak. She has no talent in spells. She worked hard for a year in the first grade, but she was almost attacked by a second-grade girl during the exchange meeting. The curse spirit eats it.

"What, why are you so weak?"

Wujo Satoru, who descended from the sky, easily crushed the mana spirit's head, and he squatted on the spot with his hands loosely placed on his knees.

The other party's terrified face was reflected in the blue eyes, and Gojo Gojo, who had been secretly watching for a long time, actually let out a chuckle.

He raised one hand, propped his chin, and smiled with interest.

"It's okay to lend you my shoulder if you want to cry, Erika."

The uplifting tone carried the harsh sarcasm of a young man.

Gojo Satoru, who swept away all the curse spirits at an overwhelming speed, ended the second half of the exchange meeting when he was chased and killed by the girl behind him.

He didn't intend to fight back, but he just found it funny that the other party tried hard to catch up with him but couldn't.

But Erika Atobe was not affected at all.

"Gods are equal." She said confidently, "Although I can't compare with you in spells, there will always be something that wins you."

However, Gojo Satoru is actually good at everything.

—— Erika will become an assistant supervisor after graduation.

This is not her idea, but Wujo Satoru's idea.

After all, apart from this, he couldn't think of a way for her to survive.

"It means that I will call Erika no matter where I want to go in the future."

"...I can't drive."

"That's really useless, you."

"..."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Xiayou! I want to hire someone to assassinate this vicious guy!!"

The chattering exchange meeting ended when Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi blocked one by one.

"Don't always hit other people's dreams, Wu."

At that time, Xia Youjie said something casually.

And now...

"I've never heard of ice cream melting in a plastic cup."

"That must be because you are too weak."

"...Is there any necessary connection between the two?!"

In the corridor in the evening, several birds were startled by the girl's suddenly raised voice.

Gojo Satoru let out a sigh of relief, he didn't have the slightest sense of being punished to stand at the door of the classroom for using spells to fight privately. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the girl who was waiting for him with an angry blushing face.

His brown uniform shoes were stained with mud and grass clippings, and the ends of his blond hair were sticky from being soaked in water.

The eyes under the sunglasses narrowed slightly, Gojo Satoru showed a gloating smile.

"Hey, have you been chased into the water by the curse spirit again, Erika?"

"……I do not have."

"lie."

"No, I said it all, I jumped into the river to save people in a righteous way!"

"That's what you said last time, too."

Seemingly feeling that the opponent's excuse-making skills were too poor, Gojo Satoru waved his hand in disgust.

"And last time, last time..."

"You are so annoying." Erika, who couldn't tell the other party, just snorted dryly in the end, "I suddenly feel full of sympathy for the magicians who will work with you in the future."

"..."

This merciless sarcasm made Wujou's forehead twitch, "Why, do you have any opinions, brat?"

He decided that this time, even if he wrote a self-criticism of [-] yuan, he would beat her until she was convinced.

He wrote [-] characters, leaving the remaining [-] characters to Xia Youjie.

Uncharacteristically, Atobe Erika did not refute his words.

"Whatever," she said, "I won't be a conjurer from tomorrow anyway."

The sunglasses on the boy's slender nose slid down a little bit, and Gojo Satoru couldn't find any trace of lying on the opponent's body.

Mantra power, demeanor, no matter what it is, it is very stable.

She was too calm, as if this decision was made very early.

So are you here to inform him?

"Hey."

"what?"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The sneering words he had prepared could not be uttered, and the slender boy stood in place, obviously he did not do anything, but the ground under his feet sank a little.

With a bang, the crack started from Gojo Satoru's feet and gradually extended to the distance.

The door of the classroom at the back was swung open. Gojo Satoru didn't care about Noctua Masamune's forbearing roar at all. He turned his head and pointed his index finger at the somewhat frightened golden shadow, but his eyes fell on the classmate. Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nitzi sat quietly behind the table.

"Have you heard? Jie, Nitro, this guy said she's going to drop out of school."

Wujo Wu's original intention is to form cliques.

So that Jiarui Nizi and Xia Youjie could condemn her sudden willful decision together.

But unexpectedly——

"Oh, did you finally talk to Satoru, Erika?"

The pen turned around in Xia Youjie's hand, from the little finger to the index finger, and finally held it silently in the palm.

——It seemed that he was the only one who was notified until now.

"When?"

Gojo Satoru asked sullenly.

Xia Youjie recalled for a moment, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and spoke lightly.

"Ah... probably last year. Not long after the exchange meeting."

Xia Youjie looked at Wujo Wu, who was stunned.

"I told you not to hit other people's self-confidence."

The corridor on the third floor of the Conjuration College was destroyed by the melee between Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie.

Although Xia Youjie said so, the reason why Erika dropped out of the Conjuration College actually had nothing to do with Gojo Satoru.

It's just that if you join the mafia, you have to be loyal to the organization wholeheartedly, and you can't have any interest in other organizations.

As for why she joined the Mafia, in short, it was for Osamu Dazai.

This is a secret that only the family knows——

Erika often dreams of a person.

This is probably the sequelae of her use of the technique. Every time night falls, her soul will leave her body. As for where it will go, even she can't predict it.

It was like having a dream.

Even the night moth is helpless about the particularity of her technique.

Since then, Erika has consciously avoided using spells.

Her soul might not find its way back one day - that alone doomed her to becoming a conjurer.

She said it didn't matter, and drank cup after cup of coffee at night. Under the warm yellow light, she looked at herself in the mirror with red eyes, and smashed the mirror in half angrily.

"It might be a psychological problem."

Jia Ruozi once told her so.

"I can recommend a doctor to you if necessary."

How did she answer that time?

"No, it's not that serious yet. Speaking of which, I heard that a new dessert shop opened next door. Is Nitro interested?"

She evades the question.

Erika has always believed that complaining to others is just a futile act.

In addition to being embarrassed to speak, sharing troubles with strangers is just adding disaster.

In this case, bickering with Gojo Satoru became Erika's way to vent her emotions.

She tried her best to laugh loudly, as if that way she wouldn't think of troublesome things.

Some people have exhausted their efforts just to live an ordinary life.

Even so, the 16-year-old Erika still can't find the answer to why she exists.

——until her soul found Osamu Dazai again and again.

Unlike most other cities in Japan, Yokohama, where most people with supernatural powers gather, is full of wars at night.The port piled with rusty containers was a world of bullets flying everywhere, her soul stood alone, her eyes accurately captured the black figure.

Osamu Dazai was only 16 years old at the time, and he sat in the middle of a pile of corpses, holding a gun in his bandaged hand.Blood flowed from his forehead, fell into the low-lying area under his feet along the rain, and drifted away along the gully bit by bit.

The boy's white shirt was covered with a thin layer of red. He seemed to have been awakened by the raindrops falling on his face. He looked up at the sky expressionlessly. There is no light in the eyes, only the thick dark clouds in the vast sky.

"What's next?"

The ocher shadow that appeared behind him asked.

"do not know."

"..."

"Hey!! Stop kidding, be serious! Dazai!"

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows.

He smiled, and the floating loneliness in his body was cut into pieces.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, as if he had sensed something suddenly, his indifferent eyes jumped over the bustling crowd, and finally landed on her with wide-eyed eyes.

With just one glance, the soul is firmly grasped.

Erika suddenly felt that if it was Osamu Dazai, she would definitely be able to save her.

Osamu Dazai was followed.

At least he thought so.

"Tell me, Chuya, do people become ghosts when they die?"

"..."

There was a momentary error in the control of gravity, Nakahara Chuya frowned and turned his head, Dazai Osamu was standing not far behind him, leaning on the railing in a daze slowly.

Why is he the only one working hard while Osamu Dazai is being lazy! !

"What are you thinking?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his face, he gritted his teeth, and decided to decide the degree of beating the other party based on the other party's answer.

"No, I just think that the undead under my command may come to seek revenge on me."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned.

Is Osamu Dazai the kind of person who would think about such things?

He pursed his lips, and was about to tell the other party not to think wildly, but was interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

The boy in a black suit casually threw the game console in his hand, and the subordinates behind him hurriedly continued, and the scene seemed to slip for a moment.

"Forget it, anyway, a brainless slug like Chuya won't understand what I'm talking about."

Before Nakahara Chuya broke out, Osamu Dazai slipped away.

He turned left and right, and walked into an alley, his figure suddenly disappeared in the darkness around the corner.

Two seconds later, he saw his stalker.

She was covered in blood, but her eyes were brightened by the sunlight.

Fiery, undisguised lustful eyes.

As if he was her property.

Such a greedy gaze on the mafia is very common, but it was the first time Dazai Osamu saw someone who used to stare at the mafia.

He was silent for a moment, with a slight sneer from the corner of his lips, and pushed the muzzle of the gun against the opponent's back forward again.

"Let me tell you, this unknown lady, do you know what the Mafia is?"

His finger pressed the trigger.

"He's someone who can make you die so easily."

When Osamu Dazai first met Erika, he wanted to kill her.

Blonde girls often use this to complain.

"Although I don't know why Mr. Dazai could see me at that time, if I didn't suddenly change back to the state of a soul, I would have died."

Osamu Dazai pretended to reply, "What a pity".

I don't know if it's a pity that he couldn't solve the opponent, or it's a pity that the opponent joined the port mafia.

"There's always a conjurer in the Mafia who can come in handy."

This is Mori Ogai's answer to Ogai Dazai after hearing Erika's wish. Osamu Dazai did not hear their conversation process, but only the result.

"I didn't expect you to be the first to be chased into the mafia by a girl, Dazai."

It's teasing, it's definitely teasing.

All in all, Osamu Dazai will not willingly take over this big trouble.

"The little guy you saw with me last time is just around the corner ahead, and you can see Big Sister Hongye when you go further."

"What about Dazai-sama?"

"I don't have an office."

"Then I will follow you all the time."

I really can't shake it off.

"My duty is to protect Dazai-sama from the attack of the curse." She said it confidently, and it did sound somewhat reasonable.

Osamu Dazai didn't know much about the curse, but he had heard a little bit about it.

Monsters born of evil thoughts will naturally be attracted to people with evil thoughts.

In this way, Osamu Dazai is probably a humanoid self-propelled curse attractor.

"What about now?"

"what?"

"Is there any curse around me now?"

For a moment, Osamu Dazai caught something in her eyes.

That's it, I found the weakness.

The feeling of irritability suddenly subsided, and Osamu Dazai cheered up a little.

"Show me your technique."

He said that the other person's face was reflected in the alienated and sharp pupils.

"What are you afraid of, conjurer?"

In Osamu Dazai's vision, Erika Atobe should show a shocked and panicked look, she would retreat subconsciously, and reason would force her to stay where she was.

but.

"so beautiful."

"……what?"

"I felt it when I met Dazai-sama for the first time."

The light that should have been dimmed brightened again.

"Master Dazai's eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Osamu Dazai has no clue about Erika Atobe's following, and even feels that the other party's liking is nonsensical.

"Don't you think Chuuya is more reliable than me, Eri-chan?"

"That's true, you look very ugly, have you been beaten by Lord Zhongyuan again?"

"Well, that's about it. If that's the case, I'll leave Eri to Chuya."

"Please excuse my refusal, Dazai-sama."

"But I don't need useless people."

"Then please Dazai-sama make me useful."

No matter what, you will not be hit, and sometimes you will even make smart counterattacks.

It's not like he likes him at all.

It is possible that they were sent to torture him.

"No, I really like you very much. It's okay to say I admire you. That's the only point. Please don't doubt it."

Erika Atobe did prove her loyalty when Osamu Dazai attempted suicide countless times.

Although the suicide was just convenient, Osamu Dazai was actually completing the task.

"I still have something to do, so Eri will meet up with everyone first."

He didn't even turn his head, put one hand in the windbreaker pocket, and waved the other hand behind his back.

When the flame burns the human body, first the thin epidermis begins to fall off, then the dermis begins to shrink, and finally the fat leaks out, and the pain is so painful that one wants to die.

With full calculations, a person can burn for up to seven hours.

It was true that Osamu Dazai wanted to commit suicide, but he wanted to die vigorously and heartily in the early morning, not after long and painful torture.

But Erika Atobe didn't know.

"No, you are thinking about how to commit suicide again."

This is the first time that Osamu Dazai intuitively felt that girls can have such great strength.

She raised her hand to hold his shoulder, forcefully stopping his progress.

"If you die, there will be nothing left."

With a very calm tone, Osamu Dazai wanted to turn around and refute her, but unexpectedly saw the expression on the other side who was about to cry.

"Mr. Oda is still waiting for you, you can't let that gentleman dove."

—have pity on me.

——For Odasaku's sake.

Osamu Dazai seemed to read such emotions from the opponent's eyes.

"why?"

He suddenly became interested, and asked slowly, ignoring the choking smoke around him.

"Do you really want me to live, Eri-chan?"

Panicked cries of subordinates could be heard in the distance, and a part of the building behind them collapsed.

The firelight illuminated half of Dazai Osamu's face.

"Look, you don't even know the answer."

"Rather than liking me and wanting me to live, it's better to say that Eri wants to save something."

"Humans, they obviously don't understand each other, but they still burn themselves with wishful thinking, and read a eulogy for others when they die." [1]

"It's so pitiful, Xiao Eri, I can't help but cry for you."

Osamu Dazai is very good at saying cruel words in a gentle tone.

But those blue eyes were only slightly opened, revealing some confusion.

"You think I'm trying to save you?"

She frowned, tilted her head and asked.

It turns out that Osamu Dazai can make mistakes too.

Erika, who realized this, suddenly felt that the distance between herself and the other party was getting closer.

A smile of enlightenment overflowing with satisfaction and joy.

The flames were crackling and dancing, Osamu Dazai was about to say something, but he was suddenly pulled.

The burnt beam hit his feet, Osamu Dazai watched indifferently, and suddenly noticed the other's hands hidden under his sleeves.

What a dreadful hand that was.

The skin and flesh split open, rolling and sticking together, leaving scars that were difficult to ignore even if they were treated properly afterwards.

Erika Atobe grabbed him with the other hand.

The nails are round, the fingers are long and slender, and the skin is fair.

It was filled with the inferiority complex she had carefully hidden.

It's like a little stray dog ​​who is hated by others and tries his best to please.

You kick it, but it still looks at you with expectant eyes. It brings you cans and discarded clothes in the trash can. It gives all its only, beloved toys and winter warmth. gave you.

"The little stray dog ​​also knows that it is dirty, so it has become cautious even when approaching it."

With his index finger submerged under the wine, he lowered the ice puck, lazily resting his chin, his eyebrows and eyes slightly bent, and looked at his friend beside him.

"It's not bad for a little pastime, Odasaku?"

"Don't wait."

One month after that incident, Sakunosuke Oda died and Osamu Dazai defected from the Port Mafia.

"That fellow Dazai has already left."

Even the well-intentioned Zhong Yuanzhong told her the news.

—was abandoned.

——But it was not an important existence in the first place.

It seems that only Sakunosuke Oda can enter the heart of Osamu Dazai.

Is she too stupid?

Erika sat at the gate of the Port Mafia blowing the wind for a long time, but couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought about it.

Her spirit had seen Osamu Dazai dozens of times before Osamu Dazai saw her.

When he shot at the corpse almost frantically, when he tried to persuade Mori Ogai not to give him the task with words.

There are also times when a person sits on the container and looks at the moon at night, and when he is lying in a low-lying area covered in blood.

Sometimes Erika couldn't help but want to touch him.

But her soul passed through his body, and in the end she didn't even touch the ends of her hair.

She has seen so many appearances of Osamu Dazai, but she doesn't even know when he is happy and when he is sad.

"I'm not crying, Eri."

The boy's casual smile was always full of despair that seemed to be overflowing.

In the ruins not far behind him, Erika saw Odasaku who had stopped breathing quietly.

Except for Oda Sakunosuke, he looked at everyone the same way.

Osamu Dazai was lonelier than her.

Osamu Dazai, who was left behind in a world she couldn't see, seemed to be forever in an untouchable void.

Osamu Dazai who can save her is still alive, but the person who can save Osamu Dazai is gone.

Erika threw the stone in her hand expressionlessly.

If only he was smiling like that in his heart.

I don't know when the mood of admiration has changed.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her terrifying palm.

Eyes dim.

Three months after Osamu Dazai left the Port Mafia, Erika met Xia Youjie at the gate of the Port Mafia Building.

The boy's figure was slender, and the moon hanging high stretched his shadow, and then stretched it, and finally pulled it to her feet.

Erika remembered the news that Glass had forwarded to her not long ago.

Xia Youjie betrayed the magic world, killed his parents, and even killed many ordinary people.

The boy with blood on his hands was smiling gently at her.

"Are you here to kill me?" she asked.

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Because it is one o'clock in the morning and there are no pedestrians or police around, it is the best time to kill and set fire to destroy corpses."

Xia Youjie pinched his chin and thought for a while, thinking that what she said seemed to make sense.

"Unfortunately, I just came to say goodbye to you."

Xia Youjie said so, and raised his hand to catch Erika's sudden fist with ease.His warm palm wrapped around the other's metacarpal joints, and his long and narrow eyes narrowed happily.

"After you left, Wu Ke lost his temper."

"He just lost his future exclusive driver."

"That said, I originally thought that you would become the assistant supervisor, just like Wu."

"..."

Erika, who failed to attack all, withdrew her hand resentfully, her eyelashes drooped, covering the light in her eyes.

"I can not do it."

Before entering the high school of conjuration, Erika hadn't realized that the so-called conjurers are just beings who are destined to die one after another to fill the endless void in this world.

It was too painful, and she wanted to cry out angrily when she thought that the companion she was going to deliver with her own hands might sleep forever, but she couldn't do anything. .

—How can a weak fellow like you still be alive?

——If it's someone who cares, it doesn't matter if you risk your life to save it.

Seventeen or eighteen mouths circled around in her mind.

But she can't do it.

She didn't want her companion to die, nor did she want to lose her life because of it.

"In that case, do you want to come with me?"

In the still air, Xia Youjie opened his mouth slowly.

Erika looked up at her.

They kept this posture for a long time.

"Summer oil?"

"Ok?"

"Do you know why people live?"

Erika met Osamu Dazai again a few years later.

Tosen Ogai's blessing, this time she moved one step faster than him.

"Two years." She poked her head out from behind the desk, tentatively looking at Osamu Dazai at the door, "The leader said that if Mr. Dazai is not brought back within two years, there is no need for my existence."

"Huh? He has a lot of confidence in you. But it's really scary." Osamu Dazai took a few steps forward, closed the door, and collapsed on the sofa skillfully, "Then I will expose the small Eri's identity as a spy."

"...Ahhhh, please stop, Mr. Dazai, if I'm exposed for a second, I will be killed by Mr. Nakahara for being too embarrassing."

"Hey, really?"

"real."

"That's great."

Osamu Dazai jumped up from the sofa, and he made a gesture to walk towards the door, but the waist was hit by gravity, and the whole person fell back on the sofa.

The door of the detective agency was unscrewed at this time.

Kunikida Doppo silently looked at the two people on the sofa, and after a few seconds, he closed the door silently.

Osamu Dazai blinked, glanced at the fluffy head in his arms, couldn't help but raised his hand to mess it up.

"You're a lot more courageous, Eri."

There was an unreal smile in the young man's voice.

He thought the little stray dog ​​would enshrine him on the altar forever.

Osamu Dazai did not immediately report that Erika was a member of the port mafia.

After all, he felt that she would be able to show her feet in a short time.

"In the end, look down on me, Dazai-san."

"Well, I'm just a little surprised at your amazing perseverance."

"Compared to Mr. Dazai's love of suicide, I have something to learn."

Osamu Dazai was not angry when he was refuted. Rather, he wanted to know more than being angry.

"Aren't you angry, Eri-chan?"

"what?"

"Eri joined the Mafia because of me, but she was ruthlessly abandoned by me."

"..."

It seemed that he didn't expect Osamu Dazai to take this sentence so naturally, even Erika was in a daze for a moment.

The black-haired young man opened his iris-colored eyes. There was a familiar smile on his lips, but there was false affection in his eyes.

"If you waste your life on me, you'll end up rolling with regret."

Osamu Dazai was very curious.

To what extent did the little stray dog ​​show a frightened expression.

To satisfy his curiosity, Osamu Dazai said much worse than this.

——It’s fine to find something like this, don’t come to me.

——Even if Xiao Eri dies, I won't feel sorry for you. If you want to take something from me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed.

The 16-year-old Osamu Dazai poked her viciously on the cheek even when Nakahara Chuya carried her back with her last breath.

——Living like this, Xiao Eri's parents must be very sad in the spirit of heaven,

Totally useless.

"It doesn't matter what happens in life."

There was an answer that Osamu Dazai didn't expect, and he watched her lower her head thoughtfully, her eyes drifting away, as if recalling something beautiful.

Erika Atobe smiled in his face again.

"If you don't live for the person you love, every day you live, your body will be corroded bit by bit by the scorching sun, just like the dry leaves that have been trampled on the road. Anyway, no one will die Remember."

The drooping blond hair covered her eyes, and Osamu Dazai saw the curvature of the other's lips suddenly shrinking again.

She doesn't seem to be talking about herself.

Osamu Dazai thought for a while before he figured it out.

Conjurer.

very pitiful.

Two years have passed, and Osamu Dazai, who was leisurely fishing in the armed detective agency, almost forgot when Eri spent that day saying "the treatment of the port mafia is much better than here" Ideas are gone.

He remembered that one afternoon, the blond girl who received a call from someone was so shocked that she even forgot to breathe.

That was the first time Osamu Dazai saw undisguised fear on her face.

She ran out like crazy, but staggered back.

Lightning brutally tore apart the night, and under the pouring rain, Erika Atobe walked unhurriedly.

She seemed to have used a lot of strength to support the one who didn't fall down immediately.

Osamu Dazai stood by the window on the second floor and watched her.

"Nothing."

She said in a low voice.

What disappeared together was the remaining light in those eyes that were the same color as the sky.

"Xia Youjie is dead."

When Glass told her this, Erika thought the other party was joking.

Although they are completely unrelated two-way people, Xia Youjie is very strong, and Erika has known it since high school.

How could such a strong person die.

He is only 27 years old. The average age of a conjurer is 40 years old. Xia Youjie is so strong, he has to live to be 80 years old.

Just when Erika was convincing herself like this, she heard another familiar name from Jia Ruzi.

"Five enlightenments."

Ah, if it was him, it wouldn't be surprising that Xia You would lose.

Obviously thinking so, tears suddenly fell out.

When she ran out of the Armed Detective Agency, she fell twice and rolled down the stairs.

It's obvious that it hurts everywhere, but why can't I cry?

That's weird.

The reason why she dropped out of the conjuration college and cut off contact with all conjurers was for such a day.

Knowing that sooner or later she would encounter the grief brought about by death, Erika chose to make a clean break at the source.

But why are you still sad?

Her teeth sank into the thenar of her palm, the smell of blood filled her mouth, and the bright red blood dripped down drop by drop.

But even so, she couldn't cry.

"do not know."

That night at the gate of the Port Mafia Building, Xia Youjie answered her question.

The boy put his arms around her neck like they did when they were carefree freshmen.

"But if you know the answer, you can tell me anytime, Erika."

With a gentle voice like jade, Xia Youjie