Miss Gojo is always saving the world

Gojo Satomi stopped by the railing of the Shinkansen station. The fluffy scarf was tied in two circles and hung around her neck. The coolness in the air caused her hot breath to instantly condense into white mist and then dissipate. .

The train has passed three times, but Gojo Satomi still has no intention of taking it. She leans lazily on the railing and glances to one side, as if waiting for someone.

The passers-by who were waiting for the bus with her left in twos and threes, and the crowd gradually thinned out, but Wutiao Lijian's patience didn't seem to be diminished. She tapped rhythmically on the iron railing with her fingers, and a layer of frost fell on her fingertips.

Suddenly, her rhythm broke.Apparently there was still no one at the entrance of the station, but Gojo Satomi raised the corners of his lips happily as if he had glimpsed something.

About 3 minutes later, a small, naughty figure rushed into the waiting hall, like an elf in the frost and snow, swimming freely into the crowd.

The little boy was still holding a box in his arms, his eyes rolled around, and he quickly locked on to his target.

"Sister Satomi." The young boy with a pair of beautiful kite eyes waved at her, and then ran towards Gojo Satomi with a smile on his face.

Relying on his small stature, he nimbly shuttles through the crowd, like a small fish wagging its tail, rushing happily along the river to the sea, which belongs to his vast world.

The young boy handed the suitcase in his arms to Gojo Satomi, and blinked playfully: "The mission is successfully completed, Sister Satomi, should I be rewarded?"

"You're really brave." But she likes it.

Gojo Satomi flicked his forehead softly, took the box, but did not open it, but took the boy's hand, and walked towards the train together.

After paying the ticket for the boy, they chose a seat by the window. The slightly curly-haired boy was lying by the window, staring at the passing scenery without blinking.

The farmland, the countryside, and the lush trees beside the road are connected into an afterimage under the rapid gallop of the Shinkansen, and the image capture of the eyes cannot respond.

"Miss Satomi, where are we going?"

"Yokohama." The book lying in her pocket is still pretending to be dead. According to it, it is a supernatural prop produced in Yokohama, and it should recover faster in her hometown.

Wujo Satomi is concerned about another matter, "Xiuzhi-kun, have you really decided to leave with the teacher? There is no turning back, if Xiuzhi wants to go back on his word..."

"Um... 'Dazai'."

The boy pondered for a moment, and suddenly a word that didn't fit his mouth popped out of his mouth.

See in Wutiao: "Huh?"

"Dazai, Dazai Zhi." The young boy with kite eyes turned his head away, "Since I left here, my previous name has nothing to do with me—sister Satomi, please call me 'Zhi' from now on."

The young boy's voice floated in the air, so weak that it seemed that it could be crushed by the wind at any time. He supported his chin with one hand, and his knuckles rested on the glass window.

"Are you planning to completely cut off contact with your family?" Wutiao Lijian heard the implication, she lowered her volume, looked calm, and looked at the young boy sitting opposite her with tolerance.

"Well," Osamu Dazai snorted indifferently, "Anyway, they also removed me, so I can leave at last."

Isn't all the foreshadowing so far just for this day?

Get rid of this huge and luxurious cage called family.

Who would be willing to sacrifice for the family that regards themselves as "spare"?It’s not that the Tsushima family has never been colored by modern thinking, but some things are probably soaked in their bones. The concept of "interest first" is certainly correct, but is it too arrogant to judge a person's "quality" with short-sighted personal opinion? ?

You put him in the "victim" backup category, so don't blame him for fighting back.

As for the ending, it was nothing more than the expulsion of the family name. Those people looked at the boy's cut-off name coldly, whispering, and there was no lack of regret, but from the elder brother, it was more gloating.

Without a "brother" to compete with him for property, his inheritance rights will be more guaranteed.

What's more, this is his own fruit, right?Why waste extra sympathy on him.

Little did he know it was right in his arms.

Wutiao Lijian was so happy that she burst into tears when she heard his feat. She held her belly throbbing from laughing, and the corners of her mouth rose wildly, "As expected of my student, you did a good job, Zhijun."

She was not mistaken at the beginning, the compatibility between this child and herself is superb!

Osamu Dazai smiled and gave her a high five.

The so-called escape from home should be done as soon as possible.Especially this kind of family that treats children as puppets and tools.

.........

It's almost winter.

As soon as I stepped out of the platform and came into contact with the cool air of Yokohama, this idea subconsciously appeared in my mind.

Wujo Rijian took out his phone and checked the nearby hotels.

"Let's make do with the hotel for a while, and then buy a house when we get the money."

Although Azhi smuggled a lot of money out of his house, it would be no problem to spend four years if he saved it, but they, a former head of the Wutiao family and a young master of the Tsushima family, are both used to squandering, how could it be possible? Save money and use it.

Then focus on open source.

Gojo Satomi called up the distribution map of hotels in Yokohama City. Her finger touched a certain place, her eyes suddenly stopped, and Satomi let out a surprised "Huh".

It stands to reason that the price of a hotel in a city will rise or fall depending on the location, but generally it will not fluctuate too much.

At least there will be no such - cliff-like decline.

What's more, it doesn't match the label of Japan's third largest city in Satomi's memory. The tourism industry here seems to be very sluggish. There are not many hotels. The closer to the city center, the fewer hotels.

In one area, there is even a vacuum.

Seeing her brows furrowed in Wutiaoli, she muttered to herself and read out the name on the map: "Radium Bowl Street..."

Although it is marked on the map, the overall color is gray, and it is an area that is "extremely not recommended to visit".

Didn't this make her more curious!

Since you want to pursue excitement, of course you must carry it through to the end.jpg

Gojo Satomi drew the map interface, and she turned her head to look at a certain furry little head who was trying to reach on tiptoe.

"Well, we won't live in a hotel, how about renting a house?"

There was a sudden light in Osamu Dazai's eyes, and he asked knowingly, "Where did Sister Satomi take a fancy to? Or who did she take a fancy to?"

"It's not fancy, it's just pure curiosity."

In this world where there are no curse spirits raging, Gojo Rimi's exuberant energy has nowhere to be consumed, and her ability to make troubles has increased several times, and she and Dazai Osamu just hit it off.

"Let's go, let's go to Radium Bowl Street, and then check what's wrong with this city. At present, it's not very friendly to foreigners."

Osamu Dazai stuffed his little hand into the palm of Gojo Satomi, but his eyes glanced elsewhere, observing the lifeless city calmly.

On the surface, it looks like any other city, but...

There were few pedestrians, and it was broad daylight. The commercial street was supposed to be bustling, but nearly one-third of the shops were closed, and the inside of the shop was extremely deserted.The passers-by came and went in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces were condensed. Besides the fatigue of work, there was something else, the dark shadows that pressed on the back all the year round and shrouded the top of the head.

Like an invisible big hand, controlling the top of the city, the sword of Damocles will fall down at any time, and people live in panic all day long.

... Really hard work.

For some reason, seeing such a scene, compared to exploring the truth behind it, Osamu Dazai felt a little emotional indifferently.

Even though he lived so hard and was so exhausted, he was still trying his best to live.

It's hard work and deserves an award.

Wanting to rent a house near Rabo Street was easier than Gojo Satomi expected.

That family seems to be looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally hope that someone is willing to rent them. When they heard about their history, they showed a "no wonder" look in their eyes. Lease to them at a low price.

There is even an intention to sell it to them, the price is not the first in their eyes, as if they are in a hurry to sell this house.

Wutiao Lijian looked at the family happily busying around with a smile all the way. Before they moved out, she asked a lot, intentionally or unintentionally: "We are new here, and there are still many things we don't understand. May I ask where this street is?" Any questions?"

"Oh, this..." The couple looked at each other regretfully.

Probably considering that this is not a secret, and they can find out any time they want to inquire, so they told what happened on Radium Bowl Street.

Radium Bowl Street was not called Radium Bowl Street before. Before the sudden explosion, it was also a bustling street, but the disaster-like explosion destroyed everything, and the whole street was blown into deep pits and ruins. I don't know how many people died. Their family lived on the outskirts of Radium Bowl Street, and they were separated by a few roads, so they survived.

The government did nothing and allowed Radium Bowl Street to sink, so this street slowly evolved into a well-known slum.

Oh wow.

Gojo Satomi and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, and she briefly asked the couple a few more questions, then stopped entanglement and sent them away politely.

Gojo Satomi turned around, closed the door of the room, and sank herself on the sofa. She raised her eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai, who was dangling with his calves on the opposite side.

She leaned back, "Let's go over the information I got first. What did you see along the way?"

Osamu Dazai nodded, "First of all, the power holders of the city are not completely in the hands of the government. There must be a local snake-like organization in this city, right?"

"Well. And it is very likely that it has overshadowed the government, and it is either the government's acquiescence or an existence that has no time to take care of it."

"This organization should have grown rapidly in a short period of time." Dazai Osamu turned his gaze out of the window, "Yokohama is close to the port and has been deeply influenced by foreign forces, but at the same time there are many organizations that have taken advantage of the east wind. .”

Gojo Satomi said: "Chaos is the norm in this city. Just look at Raboba Street. Yokohama... gangs are prevalent."

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze abruptly, his pupils were bent, and he approached the snow-haired woman with a smile, without concealing the temptation in his words.

"Meet my sister there, what do you want to do?"

"of course--"

Wutiao Rijian pinched the boy's tender cheek affectionately, "Why are you so happy?"

"It's okay for Zhijun to let go of his hands and feet, and I'll take care of you if something happens." Wutiao Lijian threw down the only arrogant words here, "It's a big deal, just restart it."

But in an instant, she set a few goals, or set foot on the ground.

Radium Bowl Street.Black. Gang organization.Foreign forces.government……

Hey, it feels like every one of them is a minefield of the city. If she wants to figure out the face of the city, she has to dance in the minefield.

Oddly enough, the charging principle of the book.

In the last world, it didn't take long for the book to be full of energy in Wutiao Lijian's senses, at least not at the speed of crawling like a turtle now.

She must have some conditions that did not trigger.It's a pity that the book didn't give her any hints.

She can only grope slowly in this city full of minefields, right?

Just like playing a game, you have to keep unlocking new maps in the gray area.

Wujo Rimi's eyes flashed, and he looked leisurely at the young boy beside him.

——I just don’t know, where is the limit of this child’s ability to “push pictures”?

The author has something to say: I fixed it.