Can a psychic become a conjurer?

Time back to dusk.

The green light for pedestrians turned on, and Sakunosuke Oda walked across the road and entered a coffee shop.

Leu Hu cast a look of contempt over her: "Tell a woman that I'm working overtime, but go into a coffee shop, human beings are really hypocritical and full of lies."

The young man next to him chuckled and crossed the street with them into the coffee shop the man had entered.Then, the moment he opened the door, he saw Gojo Satoru sitting opposite the wine-red haired man.

Wujo Wujo rested his hands on the sofa, raised his legs, and had a usual smile on his face, but everyone could feel his coldness: "Who allowed you to use his body and spell power?"

Because he came in a hurry, he didn't wear the blindfold, so the curse spirit opposite could see the cold killing intent from those eyes.

The fake Xia Youjie was startled, didn't Gojo Satoru go on a mission today?

He couldn't even say what he pretended to be relaxed, and he knew Gojo Satoru thoroughly, so he immediately chose to run away.I don't know what method was used, and they disappeared in an instant with Li Hu, and the breath tracking was interrupted.

"Super-level magic spirits with wisdom, and magic spirits that can parasitize human bodies and use the opponent's abilities, appeared without the 'window' observing, and there are escape methods that I can't stop and track."

Gojo Satoru pressed his fingers on his face and smiled lowly, his white teeth were bared, his expression was murderous and crazy, and his blue eyes were shining.

"It seems that there is something to play."

"Would you like to have supper with me?" Oda Sakunosuke invited someone who he hadn't met a few times, but who could barely be called a partner.

Using one's own ability to foresee the danger of the spell spirit, and then inform the magician of the right level, is Oda Sakunosuke's third job after detective and novel writing, and it is also the one with the highest salary.

The wages of people in the third world are very high, after all, the fatality rate is there.

"I'm not sad, just a little angry."

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man who looked like an inexplicably old father. As an older person, he felt subtly like a child being comforted.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded to express his understanding, and talked about another topic: "Speaking of which, is Mr. Gojo a teacher at the Conjuration High School?"

"It's still the class teacher! Why, do you have any students who want to introduce me?"

Oda Sakunosuke: "No, I just want to ask some questions."

Then he used brief language to describe the image of a young girl who struggled to study and get by at his request, but her life was too negative and confused.

It seems that there is not much difference from ordinary high school girls in the contemporary era.

After finishing speaking, he asked sincerely: "Conjurers never seem to have any problems in this regard, so I would like to ask is there any reason?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's very simple, people who are confused and hesitant are dead."

"..."

"But I'm good at teaching students. You can bring her to me some other day, and I'll help you enlighten her. I'm leaving today, I have something to deal with." He made a promise brazenly, put on the blindfold Go out in style.

Oda Sakunosuke: "Okay."

That's how he dared to respond to Wujou's words.

It is very simple to abandon the identity of "Shuji Tsushima".

Even if she is the youngest daughter of Senator Tsushima, the future heir of the Tsushima family.

Throw all relevant items into Yokohama Bay, ask special people to eliminate the data and traces, and then hide in Earl D's pet shop!

nobody!No one can find her!

If only she hadn't gone out and bought Count D a chocolate brownie.

A tall man dressed in black stood in front of the cupboard carefully selecting desserts, and the saleswoman stood beside him recommending them heartily, with a blush on her face.

Gojo Satoru didn't wear a blindfold today, but wore sunglasses. From the appearance alone, he looked like a high school student of her age.

He is even better at deceiving little girls than she is.

"Get me a chocolate brownie, please."

Although the salesperson is obsessed with handsome guys, but fortunately she still has professional ethics, so she quickly took a copy and brought it to the front desk for her.

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to bring some change, so let's pay with my mobile phone... Wait, I don't seem to have brought my mobile phone?" The girl in ancient clothes looked annoyed, "I forgot that I was wearing a skirt without pockets."

"So I don't want to buy it for now, but it's a lucky thing to meet a few beautiful ladies to offset my troubles." Flicking his hair, Osamu Dazai planned to leave without hesitation.

People blocked the way.

"It's my luck to meet you so soon."

Putting his hands on the girl's shoulders familiarly, and turning her around, Gojo Satoru said to the cashier, "Include her and pay the bill together."

"Can I take this as flirting?" Osamu Dazai looked at the hand on his shoulder and refused.

"I rarely strike up a conversation with girls, mainly because a young old father asked me to send you an apology."

Osamu Dazai paused, "Odasaku?"

"It's an interesting name."

Seeing that Brownie was in the hands of the opponent, Osamu Dazai reluctantly walked with the opponent for a while.

"Did Odasaku say anything else?"

"He hopes that as a teacher, I will enlighten you."

"I'm not your student. But—" she stopped, pointing to a bar not far away, "Want to drink and talk?"

He didn't say anything about underage drinking, but followed her into the bar.

In a mafia-dominated strip, this bar has a literary setting, lighting and music.

In the melancholy twilight, time flows slowly and silently.

Osamu Dazai is obviously not the first time.

She sat on the chair at the bar very naturally, and spoke to the bartender very acquaintedly: "Please give me a drink..."

"No." The bartender rejected him coldly.

"If it's the wine that can't kill me, then anything will do," she said not too emotionally.

The bartender gave her a beer with ice pucks and asked Gojo Satoru, "What do you need sir?"

Gojo Satoru put the bag of desserts on the table: "I don't drink alcohol."

"Can you from the sweet party really get along with Oda from the hot party?" The embroidery and jewelry on the girl's body were shining brightly under the light, but her eyes were not bright.

Sure enough, it still looks like a walking spell.

"If we meet, it's almost work, and we won't eat together."

"Oh."

Before the scene fell silent, Gojo Satoru chose to get straight to the point: "So Dazai, why are you so obsessed with suicide?"

He thought of the scene where Oda Sakunosuke said "that kid's hobby is suicide" in a homely tone, and he still finds it weird.

Dazai: "It's very simple. You commit suicide because you can't die. What you can't get is the best."

"So consider coming to our college? The death rate of our students is extremely high from school to employment after graduation!"

Osamu Dazai:?

Seeing that she didn't speak, he continued to sell enthusiastically: "You should have heard of the third world, where most of the supernatural phenomena can be explained, and I can give you an answer to the question that you have never died. "

As if something was touched on her heart, the girl's eyes showed surprise and fear of the surprise failing.

"You have a curse called 'live', which prevents you from dying. And what we conjurers are best at is removing the curse."

The light in her eyes faded away: "...do you know what my ability is?"

"Elimination?" So when she touched him, the spell on him disappeared.

So he is really optimistic about her, this child is simply a good seed who can shine in the business of pulling out curse spirits!

Osamu Dazai didn't bother to pay attention to him, he put the undrinked wine on the table, and planned to go back to the shop with sweets.

"Do you know what my abilities are?"

She paused, turned her head and fixed her eyes on his blindfold accurately.

"He was born with six eyes. As the most powerful conjurer, I can tell you very responsibly that you are indeed cursed. In my 'eyes', there are very powerful spells around you, so powerful that they can cover you The curse on you is bound by you. And the curse on you is so powerful that it ignores your ability. And because of the special nature of your ability, others can't help you, you can only pull it out yourself."

"...I don't know how to study."

"There are no textbooks and no courses. You go directly to the fourth grade. After one month, I will give you your graduation certificate. By then, you will be a serious magician. I can also borrow various magic books for you."

"Then I still have three conditions."

"can."

Gojo Satoru walked up to her side happily, and was about to touch her head, which seemed to feel good to the touch.

"Please bend over a little, you are too tall."

The tall man bent down suspiciously, allowing the girl to reach out and tear off his blindfold and touch his eyes.

The innate "skill" has failed.

Gojo Satoru suddenly realizes that all her previous showings of weakness and reconciliation may just be waiting for this moment.Maybe at the moment of meeting, she planned to do this.

The slender and thick eyelashes trembled a few times uneasily, and her hands were pale and cold, ruthlessly tracing the outline of his eyes.

"The first condition is: Please tell me what the world looks like through these eyes."

Gojo Satoru's eyes reflected the girl's delicate, illusory and fragile face. He lost his magic, he couldn't see the magic power of claws and claws, he couldn't see the deep black, he could only see her.

After a while, he said, "I can see everything."

He clearly recognized the face of the world, so he chose "inaction" and only did what was necessary and liked.

"Ok."

After getting the answer, she obediently let go of her hand and took a step aside, talking about the second condition.

"Please ensure my personal freedom to the greatest extent. As for the third condition, it is customary to keep it in case of emergency."

"it is good."

After agreeing to report tomorrow, the two parted ways.

Dazai Osamu, who was walking towards the pet shop on the setting sun, reflected the world in his kite-colored eyes, dim and decayed.

Since she was born, she could only see this kind of world.

This absurd and depressing dream, I don't know when I will wake up.