When Dazai came to the magic place

Dazai's question was thoughtless, but it caused Gojo Satoru to think deeply.

"...the monastery...has no magic power."

He stood up suddenly, his head hit the roof of the car excitedly, but the excitement remained undiminished, and he sat down and shouted loudly:

"I've figured it out! It's the Heaven and Curse of the Chanyuan family!!"

then.

Everyone is naturally drawn away.

"Heaven and curse?" This is Hui Yuanxiong with a ignorant face. As a conjurer born as an ordinary person, he is just about to enter school today, and he doesn't know many things.

Xia Youjie was just about to fulfill his duty as a senior, so he smiled and explained, but the thoughts popping up in his mind suddenly stopped him.

—coincidence?

The man is not a curse master, but a person from the almost impossible Yusan family. If no one reminds Gojo Satoru, he will never think in this direction.

And it was Dazai who brought up the subject of the Buddhist monastery.

Xia Youjie looked at the three companions who were smiling without knowing it.

Wujo Wuzheng explained to Hui Yuanxiong in a hurry, and introduced the Shimoyu Sanjia by the way, with Liuyan saying "I hate Zhenglun the most" and "a bunch of rotten oranges" and other seriously rude words.Jianren Qihai nodded in agreement from time to time.

Forget it.

He unconsciously smiled and turned his head back.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy had already sat down again, with an open red-covered book between his lap and knees, his expression was relishing, but he was automatically separated from everyone by an incompatible distance. It was clearly the same car, but it seemed like two people. people of the world.

and many more.

Xia Youjie, who was about to speak, suddenly froze.

That book seems to be called—"The Complete Suicide Manual"? ?

……

Detention time is over.

Dazai's student ID card finally came down, the rating on it is level two, and he can travel freely at ordinary times.

The first task required someone to accompany him. Xia Youjie sorted out the next dozen or so self-criticism papers, and almost broke his hand. He was tired and refused Dazai again: "Don't even think about it, Honglong is impossible."

This is the spell spirit with the strongest defensive power so far, and Dazai will die of heartache if he touches it.

Dazai is not reconciled, as long as he sits on the rainbow dragon, he can enjoy the joy of jumping off a building with a little touch, but the premise is that Xia Youjie agrees to his unreasonable troubles, so Dazai settles for the next best thing: "The new supervisor won't let me touch him car……"

It's no wonder Xia Youjie wanted you to move, it would be nice to have a good tire left, but he quickly agreed: "I'll go!"

Dazai was dubious: "Can you get it?"

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth: "Tell him, I'll fix it if it's broken." In short, never touch his precious curse spirit!

The top student calculated the time in his heart, and there was still half an hour left to arrive at the assembly point. The assistant supervisor was new, so he couldn't raise his feelings, so he could only raise money.There are very few poor people in the magic world. If he wants to persuade the car to come down, he can't continue to waste time.

Dazai urged tightly, "Go quickly."

Xia Youjie also felt a sense of urgency, as if his spell spirit would be met with an opponent a second later. He changed into his college uniform, thought about it, and took a bottle of water before going out.

"Wu and Nitro... Forget it, Dazai will hand in the self-criticism for me by the way!"

The sound faded away.

click-

The door on the opposite side opened, and the faces of Gojo Satoru and Iamuri Nitiko appeared through the crack of the door, with expressions of surprise and admiration.

Wujo Wutiao quickly took four of them, wrote his name on the blank space, and said solemnly: "Except for the beginning of school, you are the first person to get the review book from Jie so far."

Jia Ruozi quickly snatched four of them with his eyesight and hands.

Her tone was mocking: "I can write it myself, only you try to steal it and return it every time without success."

Finally, Dazai slowly picked up a few pieces of paper.

Xia Youjie, what a tragedy.

You can jump off a building at any time, but just like a document, you should never even think about a self-criticism that should be destroyed humanely and set your bones to ashes. It is impossible for him to write it in his life!

So at the end, Ye Mo Zhengdao looked at more than a dozen self-criticism papers with the same handwriting but different names in a mess, and fell silent.

For a long time, the head teacher's roar was deafening.

"You at least blacked out Xia You's name a little bit, and drew a horizontal line randomly, pretending that I am blind?!"

On the other end, Xia Youjie, who didn't know it, sneezed.

He bowed his head and texted Dazai.

Just a few minutes ago, Xia Youjie finally got the car key by virtue of a three-pronged combination of acting well, guaranteeing sincerity, and compensating for damages.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's drink some water."

He took out the mineral water he pulled out of the dormitory, bent his slender eyes, and smiled slyly and gently, as if it wasn't left over from being rejected by everyone during the three-day carnival.

Some people, on the surface, are obedient students, but their hearts are full of bad water.

……

The proportion of curses in the hospital is very high, and some accidents happen every year, and the staff in charge of cooperation have prepared in advance.

When Dazai and the others arrived, a cordon was set up outside, and the crowd gathered to form a circle, and people were chasing them away inside.

"I heard the whole hospital heard it."

"Is it a pervert?"

"I saw a vague black figure... I squatted in the corner of the wall and disappeared in a blink of an eye."

There was a lot of discussion, and the police standing guard did not look sideways, checked the ID and put it in.

Xia Youjie said politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The policeman also replied: "No trouble, you guys have worked hard."

After walking to a corner where there was no one there, without supervision, Xia Youjie let it go.

A dim curtain was cast over the scenery as far as he could see, and the power of the spell became obvious in an instant. He observed the filth left on the road, and confirmed: "The second-level spell spirit is the same level as Dazai, provided that it can touch touch it."

Then he looked at Dazai.

"How to go? You are the one to carry out the mission, we are now listening to you."

Dazai squinted his eyes, staring at the place where Xia Youjie had looked at before.

I don't know when the wind blew up, whining, the landscape trees on both sides swayed their branches and leaves, the windows were blown open, and in the shadow of the back building, there were faint voices calling for help.

Dazai raised his head without any disturbance, and said to the open window upstairs, "Go there."

Xia Youjie glanced at it, and there was indeed a strong and filthy smell, but it was very hidden, stuck in a blind spot, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "I thought you would follow the cry for help."

He didn't say right or wrong, but his attitude was obvious.

It is human nature to follow the place where there is sound when it is quiet. Even if you know the danger, you can't help but turn your head to look.

"It's just a hallucination." Dazai walked over first, without any intention of explaining.

He can see the curse spirit because of the original power of the book, even if he puts down the book, he can't observe the faint filth at all, let alone the curse power outside the human body.

But Dazai is best at using his brain.

Using the leaves as a reference, wind speed, direction, angle, time... He can probably judge it with a glance.

The wind direction is east, the angle is wrong, and the mezzanine between buildings will weaken the wind speed. This force alone is not enough to scrape a glass window. Not only that, but it is also out of sync with the swinging time of leaves.

Combined with the hearsay the crowd was talking about when it came in, the only explanation was that something just happened to pass there.

……

After finding the approximate range, it is much easier to exclude.

On the third floor, inside a safe staircase.

A monster with slender limbs moved quickly, it was close to the base of the wall, hidden in the shadows, its whole body was covered with rolling eyes to peek at the outside world, and occasionally coughed like an old man.

"Be quiet, ahem, be quiet..."

The voice was low and thin, repeating meaningless staccato sentences.

"Don't make a sound... Be quiet, cough, don't talk."

Suddenly there was a clear sound of footsteps downstairs, and the curse spirit stopped abruptly, all eyes on its body suddenly focused on the stairs, as if excited, and its high-pitched voice gradually increased.

"Quiet, quiet!"

click -

With the crisp sound of the bolt being loaded, Dazai came around from another staircase, raised his hand and shot casually, hitting his chest.

He quickly rolled on the spot after hitting.

The pain-eating curse let out a meaningless howl. It was extremely angry, and its two fists directly smashed through the floor, splitting layers of spider web-shaped gaps in an instant.

Dazai turned over, stared at the curse and slowly took a step back, and took off his gloves.

Gently touched its unretracted arm.

"..."

The curse was cast away.

"Dazai."

Xia Youjie came out from downstairs, but his face was not very good-looking.

"The strength is not right," he said, "I have seen the weapon that Teacher Night Moth gave you. It cannot seriously injure the second-level curse, and it is impossible to make it counterattack immediately."

The curse has no bones and muscles, and if it consumes the magic power, its strength will naturally weaken.

"It's a technique."

Gojo Satoru pulled off his sunglasses, "The bullets have magic power, and the gunpowder outside just now also has it... Now the concentration is getting lower and lower, and it has infinitely approached zero."

"Is the magic tool unavoidable?" Xia Youjie was surprised.

What kind of bug-level ability is this? Not only humans, spell spirits, but even objects cannot escape. It is absolutely brutal and unreasonable suppression.

"I don't know if the restraints can be avoided for the time being," Wujo Wu excitedly said, "You must know that even Lao Tzu will be seriously injured if he violates the restraints."

Dazai put on his gloves again, picked up the gun on the ground, played with his fingertips a few times, opened and closed the safety catch, regained the familiar feel, and he pinned it on his waist with ease.

The tone was casual: "I should have touched it by mistake when I went to the office to get it. I didn't wear gloves at the time."

Whether it was a mistake or not, no one knows.

Gojo Satoru's excitement hadn't dissipated yet, and he pushed his back: "Let's go, let's find some more curses! Special grades have domains, I want to see if the spell can offset the domains!"

Xia Youjie subconsciously looked at Dazai.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy didn't look back, with a smile on his face, "Okay," he agreed so quickly, people couldn't help but wonder if he also had this idea, "but super grades are hard to find."

"There are many level ones with incomplete domains. If it's really not possible, just feed the Su Nuo finger that will be recovered later to a curse spirit. It's strong enough."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, and said with a nonchalant expression that he could be strangled to death on the spot by the upper echelons of the magic world.

"Enlightenment—" His mouth just opened.

"Okay, let's go!" Gojo Satoru suddenly stepped forward, and whispered to Dazai: "Jie always likes to speak up, but it's useless, and no one listens to him except him."

Xia Youjie followed quickly.

"The finger of Su Nuo on both sides is the next task for Wu and I. We need to recover the seal and put it in a high school in Sendai."

He frowned: "It seems to be called... Suzeze No. [-] High School."

The account that does not exist in the eyes of ordinary people disappeared, and the auxiliary supervisor standing outside waiting relaxed, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.

The police hurriedly asked, "Is it over?"

"Yes, the account has disappeared." The newly appointed supervisor showed his first smile today, "Wait a little longer, they should come out."

3 minute later.

5 minute later.

About 10 minutes later——

The auxiliary supervisor who is ready to welcome and cleanse the dust, and the police who don't understand the curse and are ready to avoid accidents look at each other and look at each other.

"What about people?"

"do not know."

"Could it have already left?" This is the policeman who thought that magicians were all magical girls who could fly away.

"How can it be...too bad!"

The auxiliary supervisor's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He searched all over his body, but couldn't find the car keys he took back when he got out of the car. He rushed to the parking lot, gritted his teeth, and said indignantly:

"I bought a new car!"