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Xuejian Weizhi didn't show mercy at all, she whimpered and bit Wujo Wu's hand full of anger, unwillingness and anger.

Never, no one ever said she was stupid!

Not even Edogawa Ranpo!

Osamu Dazai once had it, but after he was taught how to be a man with swordsmanship by Yukimi Mie, he never had it again.

Gojo Satoru, the damned man, was the only one who hadn't experienced Zhizhi's beating.

Not only was he indifferent, he even laughed out loud.

"Be careful, don't bite off your teeth." The man kindly reminded him, but the little girl gave him a hard look.

Shut up, have the guts to unlock the No Lower Limit!See if her teeth are good or your skin is hard?

Gojo Satoru is not stupid, so he doesn't want it.

"Someone will come to work with you in a while." Gojo Satoru, with a person hanging on his arm, was still talking to Police Officer Megure calmly, "We will take away the corpse, and the case file will be sealed to the top secret level."

"I'll report to the higher-ups." Officer Mugure nodded, and he glanced at the black-haired girl who was biting the back of Gojo Satoru's hand and was caught in the arms of a man familiar with the way.

Are these two really teachers and students?

Isn't it the elementary school chickens of the kindergarteners and the kindergarteners pecking at each other?

"That's the end of the matter for the time being. The guests at the scene come and take a record. After confirming their identities, they can leave." Officer Megure waved to Officer Takagi, and the police officers took up a space and started working.

"Tsu Miki." Gojo Satoru waved at Fukuro Tsu Miki with Zhizhi in his arms, "I'll take you back together."

"Thank you, Mr. Gojo." Tsumiki stood next to Gojo Satoru, and Yukimi Mie continued to bite while taking time out of her busy schedule to whine twice as a greeting.

"Stop talking?" Tsumiji whispered, "Zhizhi, your friends are all looking at you."

The black-haired girl was carried in and out by the tall man's arms. Both of them had unique looks. Countless eyes swept over them, shining with the brilliance of gossip.

Xuejian Weizhi cast a puzzled look at Tsumiji: What does it have to do with me when they look at me?

Zhizhi is very generous, you can show them a few more glances.

Tsumiji didn't know how to organize the language for a while.

The longer I get along with Xue Jian Weizhi, the more I can find that she is a very self-contained person.

It’s not that she doesn’t consider other people’s opinions at all or doesn’t know how to read the air, on the contrary, she always knows where the bottom line of getting along with people is. Repeated disco dancing in the minefield will only make people angry and funny, and she has nothing to do with her Method.

But beyond the line, she's blind to other people's opinions.Not a single word of praise or criticism will enter her ears.

This is very similar to Gojo Satoru.

Freedom and casualness are hard to buy and I am happy.

Is this the existence that will never die socially?Even if the onlookers dig out a Potala Palace with their toes, their determination cannot be shaken.

In a way, it was too scary.

"Minister." Nioh Masaharu poked Yukimura Seiichi secretly, "Who is he? Zhizhi seems to have a good relationship with him."

"Didn't she call that person Teacher?" Yukimura Seichi said flatly, "It must be the teacher at the school that Zhizhi is studying now."

"Sister Xuejian's grades can be directly promoted to the high school of Lihai University, why do you have to go to Tokyo to study?" Kirihara Chi said unhappy, "What is a private Buddhist school? She believes in Buddhism?"

A person who asks people to add more cumin to the spicy rabbit head while talking about how cute rabbits can be eaten, believes in Buddhism?

Fuhui was so angry that she jumped up and punched a set of military fists.

"Who knows." Masaharu Nioh stretched his waist, "Don't try to find out about Mie Xuejian, there is no normal person around her."

Because she herself is the most abnormal person.

There is one thing Nioh Masaharu has never told anyone, not even his best friend Yagyu Hiroshi.

It was a very tragic day, only Nioh Masaharu was injured, he was fined by Genichiro Sanada to clean the tennis court because of a prank, and he did the cleaning at the school alone until it was dark.

"The janitor's dog has already eaten dinner, and I'm still hungry. Is this reasonable?" Nioh Masaharu received a call from his parents on the way home, asking him to go to a relative's house in Yokohama for dinner.

Not far from Tachikai University to Yokohama, the road that Yukimi Mie goes to school every day is the shortest. Nioh Masaharu heard her say: "After passing a cake shop with delicious cranberry cookies, turn left and walk straight through Milk tea shop, then turn right and walk past an ice cream shop..."

Xuejian Weizhi remembers the way, the secret is only one word: eat.

It is so simple and easy to understand that even Edogawa Ranpo will not get lost after listening to it.

At night in Yokohama, the sea breeze carries a faint fishy smell, which makes people feel chills.Nioh Masaharu is not from Yokohama, even though he lives very close to Yokohama, he rarely comes to the city.

"It's strange, almost no one walks at night?" Nioh Masaharu walked on the street with cold street lights, full of doubts, "Don't tell me there is a curfew here."

He won't be caught in the game, will he?Come on, don't you Yokohama people have nightlife?

Have.

Not only that, but also abundant.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a loud gunshot, Nioh Masaharu looked up in shock, only to hear the noise ahead.

"Don't come here! Damn it, you can't win! Please help!"

"Where did Dazai-san find a helper..."

"Are the people in the Armed Detective Agency so ridiculously strong?!"

Nioh Masaharu listened to both ears, and the gunshots ahead were gradually replaced by groans. He was in a dilemma between retreating and advancing.

In the end, the thrill-loving nature prevailed, and Nioh Masaharu poked out half of his head quietly.

There were black suits lying all over the ground, and almost all of them were equipped with guns, which looked like they were not serious workers.

"Could it be...Mafia, a specialty of Yokohama?" Nioh Masaharu was surprised by the urban legend, and he became more cautious, holding his tennis racket.

With a tennis racket in hand, his sense of security is immediately full.

Nioh Masaharu's vision was limited and he couldn't see much. He only heard the name "Mr. Dazai", which was inexplicably familiar.

"It's really not a lesson to learn." The black-haired young man with kite-colored eyes said with a smile, "Could it be sent by Guangjin, that is A's person?"

Isn't it just that he got into the police station one, two, three, four, five, six or seven times, what a stingy man.

The voice is also familiar. Nioh Masaharu is very good at cosplay and is very sensitive to human voices. He must have heard it somewhere!

Could a person whom Mafia honored as "Mr." be some kind of gangster?Nioh Masaharu felt like he was watching "The Godfather".

From his angle, he could only see half of the young man, and the sounds of gunfire and fighting continued, and the young man seemed to be standing there bored, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Bang!" A person was knocked into the air three meters away, and Masaharu Nioh felt pain when he heard it. He saw the young man smiling and applauding: "Thanks for your hard work, Zhizhi."

The familiar nickname made Nioh Masaharu open his eyes unconsciously, and took a step forward.

His field of vision suddenly widened, and he saw a familiar girl holding the same bamboo blade in her hand as she was training in the kendo club, and while stretching, she said, "I've been active for a long time, and I'm hungry. Zhijun treats guests to a midnight snack."

Mafia with a gun lying almost all over the street was beaten to the ground by Mie Yukimi with a bamboo blade.

Masaharu Nioh finally saw the face of "Mr. Dazai". He was very familiar. He was a handsome man who often appeared at the gate of Rikkai to pick up Mie Yukimi from school, and even greeted the tennis club with a smile.

"A's style is still the same as before. He won't still have the dream of letting Mr. Mori take control of the port Mafia himself?" Osamu Dazai took the bamboo blade for Mie Yukimi, and walked away with her side by side with the person lying on the ground, " I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

"It's too obvious to be gloating." Xue Jian Weizhi was amused, "Sure enough, sweating is very comfortable after exercising, and Zhijun should also exercise more. Doesn't it take physical strength to be a jerk?"

"Hey—" Osamu Dazai drew out the tone.Nioh Masaharu clearly saw that this exceptionally handsome man looked back at him with a smile in his eyes, "I don't want it, unless Zhizhi enters the water with me."

"Although, rafting is not considered a sport. You don't swim at all after entering the water." Xuejian Weizhi complained.

"Group fights are not considered sports, be careful and I will sue the president."

"...Obviously you asked me to solve the ambush for you, Zhijun, do you have no heart?"

As the two drifted away, Nioh Masaharu broke out in a cold sweat.

Osamu Dazai didn't warn him, but just glanced lightly.Maybe it's because he still remembers his face, or maybe it's because he doesn't care about his peeping at all.

The cold wind took away the reverberating sounds in the air, only those people lying on the ground and the bullet marks on the street lamps were extremely real.

There was a shootout here just now, 100 to 1, Yukimi Mie won the whole game with a bamboo blade.

"I'm no longer wondering why the vice minister hasn't won once." Nioh Masaharu smiled wryly, "It's too much, isn't she a pure abuser in the Kendo Department?"

She is different, always has been.

The person who can pick up Yukimi Mie with one hand and make her want to bite is definitely not a normal person.Nioh Masaharu looked at Gojo Goto.

He even guessed that the "private Buddhist school" that Zhizhi read was a mysterious organization, similar to the Huaguolong Group and the Great Britain Night Watchman, which cultivated secret talents, and went back and forth on the way to save the world every day.

"I remember that her ideal is indeed to save the world..." Nioh Masaharu shuddered, unable to think about it, he knew too much.

"Are they going to keep cuddling and hugging like this?" Liu Lian'er jotted down a few notes in his notebook, "That man's arm strength is quite good, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people."

"What is it?" Sanada Genichiro said with a dark face.

"Haha, it's useless for you to speak, Deputy Minister, Zhizhi won't listen." Nioh Masaharu said, "Besides, the person who was bitten has no objections. Didn't you find that the atmosphere between them is particularly harmonious?"

Yukimie Mie played well with them, but she never felt like this, Yukimura Seiichi slightly lowered his eyes.

Gojo Satoru really didn't mind, he didn't feel any lower limit blocking him.

"Is your mouth sour?" He asked kindly, "Why don't you rest for a while and go back and bite again?"

Zhizhi moved her mouth away twice, she stared at Gojo Wu seriously: "You are a pig, I am not."

"No." Gojo Satoru also reasoned with her seriously, "I am a pig, and you are a student of a pig. The pig among pigs is called pig for short."

"Zizhu is also good." He said bluntly, "I won't be called Zhizhi from now on, let's change my name to Zhuzhu, Xuejian Weizhu."

"Shut up, five pigs!" The little girl rushed over with bared teeth and claws, "I will die with you today!"

Wujo Wu picked her up with one hand and shook his head: "A traitor."

He turned his head and waved his empty hand to Jin Meiji: "Come on, Jin Meiji, do you want to be treated the same as Zhizhi?"

No, no, no, Tsumiji shook her head crazily: "I can go back by myself, this place is very close to my home."

How could Gojo Satoru let her walk alone at night, he thought for a while: "Wait a while, Yidizhi will come over to deal with the police and ask him to send you back."

"Okay." Fukurotsu Miki agreed, and she asked, "Mr. Gojo and Zhizhi are going back to Tokyo directly?"

Wujo Gojo was about to nod, when Xue Jian Weizhi tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Don't go back yet, the matter at the 88th bridge is not over yet. Those who came to test their courage under the bridge may be cursed, go check if there is any The filth remains."

The filth of super-level curse spirits may generate new curse spirits or sealed items, and those targeted by the curse will die silently on an ordinary day.

"It seems that I haven't returned in a few months. The new assistant supervisor is very attentive in lecturing." Gojo Satoru nodded, "It's just right, we can review the mathematics we have learned before on the way."

"First question: Xue Jian, how many papers have you finished writing that I sent back?"