When Dazai came to the magic place

"May I ask, where have I been exposed?"

The assistant supervisor endured and endured, and finally asked during the undisturbed call. His words and sentences were unusually slow, and he wanted to do his best to show a stable confidence and mentality, but his tone was perfect, and the interval between each word sounded like But very stiff.

Dazai's bad mood hadn't recovered yet, he didn't want to say more, he lay on the bed tossing and turning, moaning for a long time before grinding out five words.

"You are optional."

This sentence is confusing to people, and the boy's behavior is also extremely self-willed and unreasonable, making his teeth itch more than any brat.

But everyone was willing to get used to him and accommodate him. The assistant supervisor was not angry or annoyed, and repeated in his mouth in doubt: "Is it necessary or not?"

Xia Youjie's concept is correct, the weak will unconsciously cling to the strong, and Dazai is not strong and thin, and at first glance he can't give people a sense of security at all, but he has such a magic power to confuse people's hearts.

If you really want to compare it, Dazai is the controller of the nuclear/bomb. Compared with powerful weapons and devastating strength, his existence will make people feel at ease.

The assistant supervisor was surprised by Dazai's answer.

But there was no doubt, not a shred of it.

He had begun to unconsciously believe the words that came out of the young man's mouth, and put himself in the position of the inferior, frowned, and followed the guidance to reflect and guess.

It doesn't make any difference whether you have him or not...

Mr. Dazai—the supervisor has begun to call him that from the bottom of his heart—has arranged all the clues in order, and only the last thread is left. He can string all the pearls together, but he must think carefully and think carefully.

He walked back and forth anxiously in the room with his mobile phone in hand.

Suddenly, it stopped.

He seemed to be enlightened, with a suddenly realized expression on his face, and said excitedly and firmly: "You are right, I should indeed perform better."

All the assistant supervisor's words were turned into honorifics, which is very rare in Japanese society with respect and order, but Dazai has this wisdom to convince him.

"As the supervisor of two super magicians, I shouldn't act too ordinary."

He investigated the previous assistant supervisors, and his performance was remarkable and unremarkable. It was the misleading effect of the experience of these "predecessors" that made him, who didn't want to cause trouble, unintentionally make wrong choices.

——I chose to reduce my sense of existence and move closer to my predecessors.

Dazai actually felt a sense of relief and satisfaction, obviously he was a mafia member of a violent group, but no matter what, there was finally someone who could use his brain to think in this garbage world.

Although the IQ is not even comparable to an A.

"Yes."

Perhaps it is the contrast that creates beauty, Dazai is now full of patience that he could not have imagined before, he ignores the bad mood, and explained in a friendly manner.

"In the past, all the people who came were high-level people and people from aristocratic families. This was the case with the previous supervisor, but since he was transferred away for no reason, the high-level people were afraid of angering the two super-levels, so they specially asked you, who has no faction, to come here."

The assistant superintendent already knew where he was wrong, and the habitual impression killed people. He shook his head with a wry smile, and continued: "And I only came into contact with the magic world two years ago, and my qualifications are still too young."

Dazai snapped his fingers.

"Bingo ~ Congratulations, you got it right."

The joyful voice seemed to be playing some kind of game, which made the other party in a tearing trance. In Dazai's eyes, the things he was worried about were not as exciting as clearing the game.

Although Dazai Osamu's encouragement was perfunctory, the assistant supervisor didn't complain when he came back to his senses. Rather, he has been terrified of this devil-like boy today. After being praised suddenly, he actually felt the excitement of being recognized. , even faintly showing a hint of gratitude.

He said all the answers that came to his mind:

"The elders of the family are very proud. Even if they restrain their means, it is a 'concession' in their eyes. In fact, it is impossible for them to lie low and be petty to the two children."

"I used to live in a normal society. No matter how you look at it, the best choice for high-level people is not me, such as other people who have been immersed in the magic world for more than ten years and have a deep-rooted longing for the Yusanjia."

"Almost." Dazai replied casually, he didn't say that it was too early to relax the auxiliary supervision, in fact, there are other possibilities.

What if he is a pawn secretly cultivated by the Yusanjia and sent to this kind of use on purpose?

Dazai will not miss any point, but it can be seen from the side details that the auxiliary supervisor prefers Xia Youjie, and follows the standard of adults in normal society for good children.

This shows that his Three Views haven't had time to change, it fits his identity and background, and it's almost impossible to be connected with the feudal remnants of the magic world. Even if there is, Dazai is sure enough to persuade people who are not pedantic and old-fashioned.

"By the way, where are you from?"

The assistant superintendent was completely convinced, he didn't even think about hiding it, and said obediently, "I'm a native of Tokyo."

This is simply not what humans can do, right?In just a few days, through a few contacts and chats, a person's identity, background and personality were quickly profiled.

"Specifically? And your sister."

"Mihua Town," the assistant supervisor hesitated for dozens of seconds, convinced that even if he didn't say it, that person would be able to find out, so he might as well say it himself, "My younger sister is a sophomore in Didan Middle School."

He cleverly hides the class and name.

Dazai remembered that he saw this place when he checked the information. It is a place where the prosperity is directly proportional to the crime rate, which is almost comparable to that of Yokohama. So he commented: "I remember it is a place where the crime process is very interesting."

Surely it wouldn't be boring if he lived there.

The mafia in Yokohama are too stupid to charge upwards with guns and ammunition. Dazai's greatest interest in them only lasts when someone ambushes him, guessing whether the enemy's weapon can cause death.

This is the most anticipated surprise part of the day.

The assistant supervisor didn't answer the call, and probably he was very speechless about his place of residence. There were many active detectives, which led to criminals fighting wits and courage every day, and their IQs were also high. They often planned some "secret room murder" and "pretend suicide" actions.

In order to leave the correct information, the victims before death also racked their brains, and the code words became more complicated and brain-burning.

"However, there are very few curses in Mihua Town. Generally, revenge is reported on the spot." He didn't know what Dazai wanted information, so he said a cold joke to ease his flustered mood.

"The place you live in is very good and has natural advantages." Dazai is a natural mind trainer. He understood that the assistant supervisor had calmed down from the excitement of being praised before, and fear and fear surrounded him again. He comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm just asking casually."

Dazai is not interested in his sister, and only brings it up to further imply oppression, like a spring, only when it is pushed to a certain critical point will people take risks.

"I need you to bring me something," he said with a childish grumbling manner, "This place is too remote, even I would find it troublesome."

It is hard to believe that the assistant supervisor can see through a little bit. Of course, the most in Mihua Town is——

"You want contraband?"

Dazai blinked, regardless of whether the person on the other side of the phone could see it, he tried to pretend to be a fool, "Hey~"

The assistant supervisor suddenly felt a headache, "Understood, I will find a way."

He is just an ordinary company executive. Although he doesn't care much about the law of life and death after entering the world of magic, he is still a member of the public, and he can still say hello to the police when he goes out.

Now I actually want to engage in smuggling/smuggling.

Suddenly sad, he is actually a hidden mafia.

……

After Xia Youjie went back, he was about to deal with Dazai's matter first, and then suddenly realized that he had no way of doing anything.

As a conjurer, he doesn't know anyone other than the high school; as a student, he promised Dazai not to tell his teachers and classmates.The two Kangzhuang roads were successfully blocked by him, and there was not even a small road left.

No, God still left a vent for Xia Youjie.

Auxiliary supervisor's telephone.

After dialing, the other party is in the middle of a call... After waiting for 10 minutes and continuing to dial, the exact same words came from the receiver, reminding him to dial again later.

Xia Youjie fell into deep thought, has he been blocked?

The more he thinks, the longer the time will become. Xia Youjie was restless. He stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a few bags of instant food. After thinking about it, he put it back again. Stretch your hand directly to the tasteless bread at the end.

With a piece of bread in his mouth, he thought about his tone and began to send text messages.

People in this era are not used to separating what they want to say, and sending them sentence by sentence to harass people. Xia Youjie filled half of the screen, like a small essay for a debate contest, and was about to send it, when the text message from the assistant supervisor came first. .

"Mr. Dazai let me tell you—"

Xia Youjie was surprised by this respect, tone and title. He looked down, only to find that the surprise was still to come.

"He said, you must have prepared a lot of ideas to convince me now, but it's unnecessary. Rather than worrying about this, you might as well think about what caused the riots in the outside world before, and how to explain it to Teacher Ye Moth."

Xia Youjie shuddered suddenly, and pulled away from his excess curiosity in an instant, "...Too bad, I forgot Teacher Ye Moth!"

The matter is resolved, caring about the dog's life is the most important thing.

Half an hour later, Xia Youjie, who struggled to get rid of a dozen, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat slumped on the chair. Ye Mozheng was sitting opposite him, frowning ferociously, as if he was in deep thought.

"Jie, from tomorrow..." He suddenly changed his words, "No, starting from this afternoon, you are going to train Dazai's taijutsu."

Xia Youjie was puzzled: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Even if you want to improve your strength, you won't have to wait a day.

"This year is a little bit special," Ye Mozhengdao was reluctant to say more. It was only when he was chatting with Dazai before that he realized that this year is the 500th year. He said vaguely: "Let Dazai be more self-protective, That's a good thing too."