When Dazai came to the magic place

a teenager.

A dying boy with no will to live.

These were the words that flashed through the minds of those present when the survivors were discovered.

The afterglow of the setting sun is not warm, because of the curtain, the light adds a dark feeling.

The dying boy curled up in fear of the cold, a crumpled black overcoat was thrown under his feet, his hair dripping with water stuck to his pale cheeks, and his breath seemed to be absent.

The strong smell of blood in the air made people feel sick.

He was dying.

When Xia Youjie realized this, he was already urging: "Glass!!"

"I know, I know."

The short-haired woman mumbled and walked nearby, and she could still hear her complaints when she got close:

"The window actually made a mistake again. Didn't it mean that there are no extra people? Why did you miss a guy?"

She put her hand on the boy's wound. Facing the current situation, even the two classmates who boasted that they were the strongest on weekdays, without the reversal technique, could only watch.

Jia Ruozi didn't care about it at first. Although this kind of accident is rare, it is not unheard of.

As long as she healed the survivors as usual, and then handed over the situation to the two classmates, she could continue to paddle happily.

but--

"Eh?"

The normally lazy woman with short hair seemed to be stunned when she saw something incomprehensible.

Jia Ruozi took out a cigarette, and considering the wounded patient lying on the ground, she chose to hold it in her mouth instead of lighting it.

"It can't be cured, the reversal technique won't work on him."

A sudden accident never seen before.

Is it an enemy?Or is it someone who has a special warlock?

Sure enough, appearing here is not premeditated.

Could it be that they came here for Wutiao?

Jia Ruozi frowned, biting a few cigarette butts subconsciously, but he was not too worried, only worried about how to write the report later.

Because, as Gojo Wujo usually said, the two strongest in the magic world are standing here, and there will be no accidents.

It's a matter of course for Jia Ruozi to think of it.

"Not working? Really?"

Gojo Satoru cat poked its head and squeezed in eagerly, full of curiosity.

He pulled the sunglasses up to the bridge of his nose, and carefully looked at the person from the beginning to the end.

Six Eyes told him that there was nothing special about this comatose young man, even his spell power was pitiful, so he was undoubtedly an ordinary person.

The brain was running all kinds of thoughts, but Gojo Wu's body took a step forward honestly, and stood in front of Xia Youjie who summoned the curse spirit.

He exaggeratedly laughed loudly: "Is it because you are too weak~?"

"Are you going to compete with me in professionalism? At least better than someone who can't learn the inversion technique."

Jia Ruozi had long learned to ignore Gojo Satoru's trash talk and fight back. She kicked two people whose height and weight were unknown to her, and asked them to move to an empty seat, and squatted down with the medicine box.

The suit fabric stuck to the flesh was carefully uncovered, it was more serious than expected, from the left shoulder to the right waist.

It almost split the young man's thin body into two.

Xia Youjie tilted his head uncomfortably. No matter how many times he tried, he was still not used to the pain caused by the curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru hissed without empathy, he hugged his shoulders tightly, as if the wound appeared on his body, and muttered: "Hey, it hurts just looking at it."

"Go and get rid of the curse spirit if you have nothing to do, don't bother me...Jie, pass me the scissors by the way."

Jia Ruozi found that there were still some small wounds around, but the clothes had been glued.

It will bleed if it is torn apart, and I can't bear to leave it without tearing it.

The nurse who couldn't use the reversal technique once and for all clicked her tongue irritably, took the scissors Xia Youjie found, and cut the bandage and suit.

"..."

A miserable situation.

This time even Liuyan was shocked by the tragic scene in front of him, Gojo Satoru calmed down.

For a while, the three looked at each other speechlessly.

Jia Ruozi curled up his fingers, only feeling that his throat was extremely thirsty.

How could a normal person's body be covered with layers of hideous scars, often an old wound covered a not-so-new one, so densely accumulated that she didn't even have a place to start.

She thought of the clothes impolitely—the owner didn't want to treat them properly, but couldn't give them away, so they had to mend them randomly with needle and thread when they were broken, one patch after another.

In the end, apart from the ugly seam marks, it was almost a new skin.

"It can only be done like this first, and blood transfusions and sutures can be performed after returning home."

After Jiarui Nigzi bandaged her in silence, she stood up exhausted. She casually wiped the blood on her hands, biting a cigarette in her mouth, and drooping her eyes.

With an inexplicably complicated mood, she added another sentence.

"The rest depends on his own will to survive."

"?"

Xia Youjie instinctively felt that something was wrong, he felt weird, he always felt that he had overlooked something, just about to observe the wound on the young man himself, Gojo Wu interrupted.

"Wait a moment."

The two looked at the reputation, the six-eyed white-haired genius bowed his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gojo Satoru turned his head, the smile completely disappeared on his beautiful face.

Those magnificent and indifferent six eyes were covered by white eyelashes, cold and gloomy behind the sunglasses, which made people feel uncomfortable, but Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nizi were not afraid.

He said, "Most of the wounds on this man's body are from suicide."

"Sure enough, I still didn't hide it."

Jia Ruozi smiled wryly, not surprised that his classmates exposed him.

"Because you didn't intend to hide it from me and Jie~" Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows proudly.

Xia Youjie also said: "Gratia usually doesn't tell me."

He finally remembered something was wrong.

If it is really the unfortunate person who got involved, Nitzi, who is used to this kind of situation, will probably only say-this is the first time I have seen a person with this kind of physique. As a contribution to medical treatment.

"Be careful, I will beat you."

The temper is really not very good, Jia Ruozi's eyes are dead, and she stays still. She sees that the two of them are not in the mood to trouble the curse spirit, so she points them out a little bit.

"It's a gunshot wound, both with a large caliber and a pistol, followed by burns, cuts from sharp objects, corrosive wounds..."

"And the rest of the mess is Wutiao's suicide scratch."

Jia Ruozi subconsciously pursed her lips, and she took a puff of the cigarette habitually. Even though the cigarette between her fingers had not been lit, her tongue seemed to have a familiar bitter smell of smoke.

Her expression and tone of voice were imperceptibly calm: "In short, he has all the ways you can think of being injured."

It is a miracle that even the heavens can marvel that this life can survive.

Jia Ruozi raised his head, his eyes were not focused, and he was vainly looking at the pitch-black tent on the horizon, only feeling that his heart sank to the deepest part along with the color of the tent, it was the vortex called high-level conspiracy.

——The window's inexplicable mistake, the mysterious physique boy who suddenly appeared in the account, has skyrocketed from the first level to the super-level curse spirit.

All kinds of coincidences make people have to think deeply.

It's not just Nitzi, Xia Youjie, who has always been sensitive and careful, reacted before her, which made his mood even worse.

Among the people present, Nitzi doesn't like to take care of things and is used to seeing death, and Gojo Wu doesn't have a clear view of good and evil. Only Xia Youjie insists on righteousness, and takes helping the weak and the strong as his own responsibility.

But the high-ranking officials said so to him, so they turned around and stabbed him in the back.

At first glance, this young man is abandoned here. To put it bluntly, it means that if the window makes a mistake, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies. To be realistic, it means that the high-level executives don't want to get their hands dirty, so you go and die by yourself.

angry, angry...

And a little rage.

"Jay."

His friend called him from the side, Xia Youjie subconsciously bent his eyes and turned his head, the expression in the ice blue eyes of the other party was so serious and arrogant.

"We are the strongest."

So, just do what you want, no one has the right to stop you, even if it is another strongest me.

There was a relieved smile on the brows and eyes of the black-haired student, and he said softly:

"Wu, I want to bring him back to the high school."

……

No longer in the mood to play around, Xia Youjie quickly dealt with the freshman's special class.

The pitch-black ball hovered in his palm, and the curtain slowly disappeared. He kicked the magic ball in his pocket, picked up the injured person, and Xia You weighed it in surprise with its light weight.

"It's so light..."

Unconscious emotion blurted out.

The face of the boy who was dying to show you just now has improved a lot. When he was picked up, he swung his arms. He was obviously unconscious, but his subconscious made him push in a direction that felt oppressive.

"You're still on guard," Wujo Wu raised his brows, "Jie, I have a guess. When you get to Rainbow Dragon, don't let him touch the curse spirit."

"Do you think he can remove the curse?" "Who knows, six eyes can't see it, I don't want to suddenly fall in mid-air."

"Try it and you'll know." Xia Youjie stretched out his hand and summoned the weak magic spirit that he subdued when he was a child, but he soon discovered that the reality was more dreamy than imagined.

When hugging this boy, he couldn't even activate the spell.

The magic power that is usually easily adjusted stays in the body, and for a moment Xia Youjie even mistakenly thinks that he is an ordinary person with zero magic power.

What a terrifying ability.

No wonder he was feared by the high-level old oranges.

Gojo Satoru picked up the coat on the ground, thought casually, and threw him into Xia Youjie's arms. The friend who was an old lady sorted it out helplessly, and the hand that touched the boy's skin was separated by the clothes.

In the next second, the curse spirit that had disappeared appeared.

"Is it a special technique activated by contact?"

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses and was eager to try, "Jie, do you think his ability even blocks the detection of Six Eyes?"

"I don't have six eyes, how would I know?"

Xia Youjie carefully summoned the rainbow dragon through his clothes. After all, the injured was a boy in his teens, and there were two other boys present, so he couldn't be hugged by a girl of the same age.

As for Wutiao Wu's bastard, let alone condescending to the leader of the gang, it would be considered kind of the young master not to stand in the air with his collar in hand and laugh at him for being weak.

Avoiding the auxiliary supervision that may be the high-level eyeliner, the four of them hitched a ride back to the college by Honglong. Nitro has a medical room specially prepared by the college with all the equipment.

The youth's vitality is more tenacious than anyone guessed.

When Xia Youjie put the man on the operating table, the young man who was on the verge of death had already begun to regain his will. He seemed to sense that there was a stranger around him, so he subconsciously held Xia Youjie's pulse, and at the same time released the other hand. Behind the waist, it seems to want to take something.

The black-haired student with the ball head was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and let go of his hand, taking a few steps back.

Be on guard.

Xia Youjie didn't feel sad, but rather relieved. As one of the super magicians, he knew how dangerous the world was than anyone else, and he didn't have the idea that students should study hard. One of the high school students.

All in all, the other party's identity is a mystery and his physique is special, so it's a good thing to be more vigilant.

Jia Ruozi glanced at it: "Yo, you're quite energetic, you can even move."

Wujo Wujo was amazed, and then commented: "The vitality is not much worse than the sky and the curse... This is probably the reason why he has never succeeded in committing suicide."

At this moment, the boy suddenly moved his pale and bloodless lips.

"Odasaku..."

His brows were furrowed, but his mouth was full of nostalgia and sadness and murmured a name.

"do not go."

"Odasaku, stay here..."

The arm was obviously weak due to blood loss and serious injury, but it stubbornly stretched straight into the air, like a drowning person desperately trying to catch the last piece of driftwood.

Anyone who saw him couldn't bear to break the only hope left in his heart.

but.

The three present looked at each other in blank dismay.

They don't even know who the "Odasaku" they are talking about is, and where is it now?

In the end, it was Xia Youjie who couldn't let it go, "Since there are still people who are reluctant, let's live well."

He stroked the boy's curly and fluffy black hair, his slender fox-like eyes were slightly bent, and he sighed helplessly, like a compassionate god and Buddha.

But what he said was just the most sincere blessing and the most sincere promise from an ordinary person to the sad child.

"The Oda Tsukuru you speak of won't go away."

"I'm the strongest, trust me once, okay?"

The boy seemed to hear it.

As if the door in front of him had finally entered the correct code when the guillotine fell overhead, and he could finally escape from the room where despair was approaching, the boy's bandaged fingers trembled several times.

A small happy smile appeared on his pale face.

Dazai didn't care whether the voice was unfamiliar or not, and when he got the answer he wanted, the heavy gloom in his heart dissipated, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

he thought contentedly.

That's great, Odasaku won't be leaving.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, the black curly-haired boy slowly and slowly lowered his arms.

He regained his comatose appearance.