In the Shura field, I just want to work and earn money

"—Isn't this Miss Immortal Yuan?"

Katagiri did not expect to meet Osamu Dazai in this situation.

A black-haired young man in a camel trench coat stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets. The overly familiar scene reminded her of the past, but he was not dressed like this at that time.

"It's been a long time since I saw you like this." Osamu Dazai knelt in front of her with one hand on his bent knee, "When was the last time? Well, it seems to be..."

Pianwu said without thinking, "Four years ago."

She remembered it very well, because it happened to be the year that Osamu Dazai defected from the port of Mafia.

"..." Osamu Dazai stared at her, his iris-colored eyes couldn't guess the emotion, after a while, a frivolous smile bloomed on his face, "You answered correctly, I will reward you and send you home~"

He stretched out his hands and hugged the petite girl involuntarily, "It's even lighter than before. Ms. Immortal Hara, don't you think about reducing the workload appropriately? You will die suddenly? Are you competing with slugs for longevity? "

"As far as I know, I should be busy even if I'm not in school." Katagiri asked, "Mr. Dazai, just send me to a nearby store, please."

Since moving into her new home, she has stopped revealing her address to anyone except Mukuro.

Osamu Dazai looked down at her, he looked away, and his voice was as light as the wind: "Okay, since it's your request."

The two stopped talking.

Katagiri leaned her head against Osamu Dazai's chest, and the sound of a powerful heartbeat reached her ears, becoming the only sound in the quiet atmosphere at the moment.

It's been a long time since they've had such close contact.

Osamu Dazai found a nearby dessert shop, and after putting down the mist, he still had no intention of leaving.

"Leaving the lovely Undying Hara here alone, I will have a bad conscience~" he said.

It was hard to imagine that the word conscience would come from his mouth.

"So, what did you encounter just now?" Having said that, Osamu Dazai already had a guess in his heart. There was no wound on the girl's body, so there was only one possibility left, "A spell that can affect the soul?"

"Well, but the specific effect is not very clear. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the trigger condition is being touched by his hand, and it is a humanoid spell spirit that can communicate normally." Pianwu said, "Besides him, there is one who can spray The curse spirit of Huo, and the curse spirit that rescued the two of them, all three are super class."

"Meet by chance? Or came to you specifically?" Osamu Dazai asked, "Is it related to the curser from before?"

"It seems to have something to do with it, but they came to ask me to cooperate, but I rejected it." Thinking of this, Pianwu couldn't help but feel a little funny, "They actually wanted to use the information of the curser who claimed to be Li Hualuo as a condition to let I assisted them in sealing Wujo Wu."

"Pfft..." Dazai Osamu and her had the same reaction at that time, his shoulders were shaking from laughing, "Is this a little sincerity?"

"That is to say, maybe the curse spirit really has no money." Pian Wu listlessly poked a small piece of cake with a fork, and she felt that she was so tired that she was about to fall asleep, "I don't know why they have information about that poor man, There is no news about the trash of the high-level conjurers."

"Those old things are willing to help you investigate."

"Some time ago, I received an entrustment to exorcise the curse. The number of curse spirits was unreasonably large, and I was put together, and I lost my memory for a few days. Because the situation was a bit serious, those old people had to investigate, but Keep dragging the bastard who made me lose my memory."

"Amnesia?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and he sighed regretfully, "Didn't I miss you in the state of amnesia?"

Pianwu smiled sweetly: "Yes, what a pity~"

Miss the best.

As soon as she thought that she was holding a photo with him and asking him that this was not her boyfriend, she wanted to bump her head to death.

"Then how did you recover your memory?"

"Zhong also gave me the information, Wu went with me, just eat the beads that seal the memory."

"Why are they called by name..." Osamu Dazai muttered, and then cut his disgusted face, "That dwarf is actually useful?"

"Zhongye is still very reliable."

Osamu Dazai:?

He used to laugh at Zhongye, but Pianwu would never play against him.

He suddenly realized something, and his iris eyes narrowed slightly, "You won't be exposed when you lose your memory?"

Pianwu: "..."

She reasonably suspects that she is being watched.

She admitted frankly, "Yes, in order to make Zhong Zhong happy, I almost took Mr. Dazai to kowtow to him."

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

"Instead of trying to coax that slug that's okay to let go, why don't you consider coaxing me?" The black-haired young man held his heart in pain, "I'm heartbroken by you."

The flamboyant performance made Pianwu couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Just turn on the phone and call a name, at least two-thirds of the girls in the address book are willing to come to coax you non-stop."

"Hey, they didn't work for you."

"You better shut up."

After being disturbed by Osamu Dazai, the drowsiness dissipated a lot, but the spirit was still not very good, Katagiri rubbed his temples tiredly, and he could go back after eating the cake.

"Speaking of which, there have been a lot of people with supernatural powers and curse masters gathering in Yokohama recently." Osamu Dazai held his cheek with one hand, and stirred the straw of the drink again and again, "You are so welcome, Ms. Immortal Hara."

"I don't want to be popular in this aspect at all." Pianwu pouted, "It's a good thing that bastard can find so many people who hold grudges against me, but do they really think they can kill me?"

"Because you've been quiet for too long."

"Really? I plan to keep quiet in the future, the kind that will become an urban legend."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and easily understood what she meant: "Are you going to use your real name in the future?"

"Yes~"

The black-haired girl smiled cutely. The fact that she returned to her real name seemed to make her very happy. Even the tiredness between her brows dissipated a little. Those slightly curved light purple eyes shone like stars in the night sky. Everything is eclipsed.

"Is that so..."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, as if he would be burned if he looked at it again, he seemed to just casually ask,

"—Can I still call you by your name then?"

"..."

The ice cubes floating in the cup collided with each other, making a slight sound.

The unexpected problem made Pianwu stiff for a moment, and the fork in his hand paused slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

The black-haired young man sitting across from him staring down at the ice drink slowly raised his eyes and smiled casually at her, as if the question just now was just her illusion.

Pianwu pretended to be relaxed and pulled out a sweet smile: "I thought you would never call my name again."

"I think so."

"Then what's the point of asking me this question?"

"……Do not."

Osamu Dazai realized that the girl had misunderstood him, he stared at those bright almond eyes, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, he was silent for a few seconds, turned his eyes away from the sinking shallow Purple.

This time he heard his own voice: "I mean, I thought you'd never know my name again."

He took a sip of the drink with a straw, his voice seemed to be frozen by ice, "but it seems to be like that."

"..." Kataki put down the fork in her hand and put her hands on her knees. She didn't want to be noticed by the other party that her hands were trembling slightly. "So Mr. Dazai cares about such things?"

Osamu Dazai asked back with a smile: "Isn't Miss Immortal Hara too?"

Pian Wu lowered her eyes and bent a small smile: "I didn't."

"yes."

The black-haired youth smiled and stopped asking.

……

This topic hastened the end of this brief encounter.

The two met in a hurry, then left in a hurry, waved goodbye to the intersection leading to different directions, and each went to their own destination.

Just like their past.

In fact, the time that led them to part ways was not a quarrel at all. At that time, there was not even a few simple exchanges, but a tacit consensus was reached.

Sometimes arguing loudly is not considered a quarrel. Giving up on getting closer to each other is another form of quarrel.

No words, no emotional venting, the superficial calm and laughter buried great sadness and desolation, seemingly normal getting along, but the more normal it means the more alienated, which is far more painful than a hoarse quarrel.

But they made the same choice and used their tacit understanding on such ridiculous things.

A piece of mist pushed open the door.

Her mood was a little low, and she decided to attribute that trigger to that state rather than anything else.

She took a shower, and her unstable mood calmed down a little.Walking out of the bathroom, she suddenly remembered the cooperation that Zhenren mentioned, and decided to send a text message to Gojo Satoru.

Although she didn't think that the strongest conjurer would be sealed casually, it was always right to remind him.

She just sent the text message, but she didn't expect that the other party just sent her a text message.

[I have a mission here, the location is Lihua Luojia, do you want to come~(￣▽￣～)]

...Chestnut blossoms fall?

Pian Wu frowned, almost staring at a hole in the screen.

At this moment, think about it with your toes—or think about it with the brains of high-level conjurers, there must be something wrong with it, but she can't just sit idly by, just to see what the poor curser is doing abacus.

[Okay, when are you leaving (○'ω'○)]

[See you at the old place in half an hour, Yidizhi will send us there. Ps. I know about this, thank you lovely Chihiro for caring about me so much, I’m so touched ヽ(;▽;)ノ]

Pianwu pouted unhappily.

It's a waste of a bath, and the plan to go to bed early is also in vain.