I'm an undercover agent at the High School of Magic

Hemei reconfirmed that the invalidation of spell power is a big trouble.

The invalidation of spell power can not only seal the spell power of the conjurer, making him as powerless as an ordinary person, but also eliminate the filth, so that no one can trace the traces left by the spell attack.

Oh, and the curse spirit can't be destroyed yet.

Looking at the four-level cursed teeny-head being toyed with by Osamu Dazai, Tsurumi thought so in her heart.

"Here, here!" Seeing Tsurumi coming, Osamu Dazai waved his hand excitedly, as if he was afraid that others would not notice him.

"Playing this before dinner, you don't feel sick."

Although he didn't know why Osamu Dazai came to invite her to eat spicy curry rice and why he made an appointment in the disco, but considering that he could hit him ten times by himself, he sat next to him without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash my hands now." As he spoke, he stuffed the fly into Hemei's arms, ordered two glasses of Coke happily, and washed his hands.

She and the teeny boy in her arms were left staring wide-eyed.

"Dry."

Hemei wiped out the fly head casually, and ran to wash her hands after cursing herself.

……

It's just that when I came back, I was surprised to see the person occupying my seat.

"Tsurumi Hoshi, why are you..."

Tsurumi Hoshi pushed away the man who was a little closer to her, and jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

"He, Hemei, why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking you this question." Hemei glanced at the flamboyant man beside her, and said tactfully, "Didn't you say that you would go to the library with your classmates to review today, why did you come to Yokohama. "

"I-I came to Yokohama because something happened temporarily." Tsurumi Hoshi stood up straight with her legs, she pursed her bright lipstick, and said tremblingly, "This, this is my little uncle, I I was entrusted by my little aunt to come here to find him and go home."

The man beside her gave a dissatisfied 'tsk', but did not refute what she said, Tsurumi Hoshi comforted him a few words in his ear, and he left.

Hemei looked at the disco that had started to get excited, and then at the overly mature Tsurumi Xing, she didn't ask anything else, she stood up and paid the bill, "It's getting late, I'll take you to the high-speed rail, Now is the time to buy tickets.”

"Yes."

……

The night wind was very cold, and Tsurumi Xing was shivering a little from the cold. Seeing this, Hemei directly hailed a taxi.

"No need, Hemei, it's too expensive."

"It's okay. I'm working part-time for Mr. Wujo recently. He is very generous. I have a lot of money in my hands. It's no problem to call from here to Tokyo."

Considering the safety of a single woman in a taxi alone, Hemei also got into the car.

"Hemei, did I cause you trouble." Tsurumi Xing observed Hemei's face, and said cautiously, "You made an appointment with a friend there, is it really okay to go away like this?"

"It's okay, it's just a private matter, nothing serious." Hemei suddenly became irritable, "Remember, Tsurumi Xing, the next time you see a little white face with curly hair and a sand-colored windbreaker, you must leave him Far away."

"it is good……"

"It turns out that Hemei Jiang looks at me like this. She is so sad."

!!!

The driver who was driving suddenly took off his low hat, revealing a familiar little curly hair.

"Oh, oh, what a coincidence, I ran into an acquaintance when I was looking for Hemei Jiang, and he asked me to help him drive the car back to the company. We don't meet again."

"Hehe, do you think I will believe it?"

Are you burning newspapers in front of the grave, fooling ghosts?

Hemei swore that if he wasn't holding the steering wheel, she would have kicked the steering wheel off.

……

Hemei regretted it.

She only hated herself for being soft-hearted, for not kicking this thing down immediately.

Osamu Dazai yelled all the way that it was too late, and he took the so-called shortcut, walking the tightrope and drifting the spoon... No matter how dangerous it was, he almost drove the car directly to the Temple of Hell along the way.

Not to mention the delicate and frail Tsurumi Xing, even Hemei, who has a great body and can punch through a building, was stunned by this guy's driving skills and made him motion sick.

"You, if you have something to do, just come to me, no, don't be afraid of trouble, my side is more useful than you think... um..."

"Hemei... hug, sorry, I'm really sorry, please, please believe me, I really like, like you... um..."

To be reasonable, the scene of just listening to the lines is quite touching, if it weren't for the fact that the two people who were talking to each other covered their mouths and looked disgusted.

After watching Tsurumi Hoshi get on the high-speed rail, Tsurumi resisted the discomfort and prepared to beat Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai seemed to have expected it, jumped onto the flower bed and hugged his chest, with an aggrieved look, "Hey, I'm on your side, don't kill the donkey, Hemei Jiang."

"Standing on my side, you think I'm stupid?" Hemei rolled up her sleeves with a sneer, "I only know that you plotted against me."

"But I'm really on your side." As if his wrist was uncomfortable, he twisted his right wrist with his left hand... exactly the same as touching gloves in the cafeteria that day.

"I tried my best to hint at Tsurumi-chan, the secret of my ability... I can't help you too obviously, in front of Gojo Satoru." The refreshing smile on his face was like waves floating on the sea, Fleeting but unforgettable.

"Are you really going to forgive her like that? You know very well, that lady lied, more than one."

"..."

"So what." Hemei took two deep breaths, and said lightly, "Everyone has their own little secrets, as long as they don't affect me, I'm willing to tolerate them."

Osamu Dazai stared at Hemei for a long time with a puffy face, and then burst out laughing.

"Hemeijiang, you still have nothing to do with that kind of woman as always."

"What?"

"Once the other party shows extraordinary love for you, no matter whether it's true or not, no matter whether they have ulterior motives or not, you won't be able to be completely ruthless... Tsk, scumbag."

"Who are you talking about?"

Hemei rushed up and punched him in the pretty face, and seeing that the other party gave up resistance, she kicked him firmly again.

"Osamu Dazai, I warn you. No matter who you see in me, I am me. Don't take me as a substitute for others. Do you understand?"

"Well, who knows."

Osamu Dazai lay on the flower bed as if he was not afraid of the boiling water, and smiled at her again.

……

In the end, Osamu Dazai took Tsurumi to eat spicy curry rice with his body wounded.

It was a very cozy small restaurant, not many people, the owner was the chef, and the chubby man looked very kind, but he was shocked when he saw Osamu Dazai ordering this.

"Mr. Dazai, if you can't eat it, you should stop eating spicy food."

"It's okay, I can try it once in a while."

When the red and spicy curry rice really served, Dazai didn't flinch, but Tsurumi flinched a little.

"You... really want to eat this?" Hemei looked at the panda eyes on his face hesitantly, and said in a very small voice, "Spicy food is not good for wound healing."

"Is Tsurumi-chan caring about me? I'm so happy." Osamu Dazai rolled up his sleeves, skillfully picked up the tableware, and smiled softly at her.

"I really cherish the opportunity to eat spicy curry rice with Tsurumi sauce."

"I've said it all, don't treat me... Forget it, you can do whatever you want, anyway, don't expect me to cry out after eating this kind of food."

"Well, it's okay, I'll just cry."

Osamu Dazai gulped down the curry rice, two lines of hot tears streaming down his face.

He was crying silently while eating, as if he was looking at something through his tears... In the dim eyes of tears, he was like a helpless child, he didn't say anything, but looking into his eyes, it seemed that he had said everything.

Terrible, this is really terrible.

I told you not to use me as a stand-in.

You are like this...why do you make me want to cry too...

This must be because the curry rice is too spicy, well, it must be so.

……

In the dark night when you can't see your fingers, you can occasionally see the light reflected from the sporadic mobile phone screen in the detective agency.

This includes Oda Sakunosuke.

He heard someone knocking lightly on the door and pushed it open. It was his friend Osamu Dazai.

"Dazai..." He vaguely saw someone in Dazai's arms, and his expression suddenly became serious, "Dazai, you are committing a crime."

"It's okay, it's okay, how can cheating on friends be called a crime." Osamu Dazai waved his hands nonchalantly.

"Friend?" Hearing Dazai who seldom address others like that, Odasaku used the light on the phone screen to scan the person in Dazai's arms.

He widened his eyes and turned on the flashlight mode directly.

"Stop, stop, don't take that directly at her, you will be beaten when you wake up." Osamu Dazai turned his back to block the dazzling light.

"Dazai, is she..."

"That's right, it's her, if I'm not mistaken."

Osamu Dazai skillfully moved the man into the bed in the small cubicle of the detective agency, and took off the gloves that he had not taken off today.

"By the way, is Miss Akiko here today?"

"Drunk and sleeping next door."

"Then everything is ready." Osamu Dazai whistled pretending to be relaxed, but through the dim light, Oda saw beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, winding down the pit of his neck. And down.

"Dazai, you...don't force yourself."

"I didn't force it." He kept swallowing, so nervous that his Adam's apple was trembling slightly... After a long while, as if he didn't feel so nervous about himself, he stretched out his clean left hand.

"Odasaku."

"Well, I'm here."

"Trust me."

"In great matters, I have no doubts in your judgment."

"I must be able to succeed."

"you will."

Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his left hand again.

"Then, next, let me take a look at your secret, Crane Plum Sauce~"