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Descending from the highest point of the city, throw yourself into the embrace of the world in the howling wind.

The icy biting winter wind cuts the skin, but the surge of adrenaline makes people not aware of the cold, only the blood in the whole body is boiling, and the burning white steam surges into the mind.

The gunshots on the rooftop were gradually replaced by horrified shouts, and the black villain stood on the edge of the railing and waved his hands vigorously, trying to catch the fallen man's clothes.

Osamu Dazai looked away without hesitation, and devoted all his attention to the bright night sky.

"Isn't it beautiful to watch the fireworks like this?" He heard someone ask in his ear.

Osamu Dazai fell on his back, and the stars and fireworks all fell into the eyes of Shang Wang like falling pieces of gold, as if the entire night sky belonged to the two of them alone.

There is no better view than this, an absolute premium seat.

"It's so beautiful." Osamu Dazai praised softly, and the wind swept away his voice.

Falling and the death associated with falling are both favorites of Osamu Dazai. For the first time in his life, he had such a strong thought:

It would be nice to die today.

To die like this was completely the ending he hoped for in his dreams.

"But," the black-haired youth sighed, "is it still not possible?"

The right to choose is not in the hands of Osamu Dazai.

"It's too much trouble, and I feel like the president will find out." Xuejian Weizhi said distressedly, and she snapped her fingers lightly in the wind.

"Peng!" The white mushroom cloud spread out on the ground, and after falling rapidly, the soft air-filled creation bombs caught the bodies of the two.

Even Dazai Osamu didn't know when Yukimi Mie placed the trigger protective pad.

Who first came up with the idea of ​​this massive late-night bungee jumping?

"Hey." Zhizhi happily jumped up and down on the giant inflatable protective cushion, "I like this! I'm sure I want to play with Luanbu."

"Don't tell me, you dragged me off the roof of the Mafia building in the port just because you wanted to play on a large trampoline." Osamu Dazai said angrily as he struggled to jump off the air cushion that was too elastic.

With such thorough preparations, it looked like he had planned for a long time, trying to drag him into doing bad things.

"Uh." Zhizhi looked away guiltily, "Isn't Zhijun very happy too? Don't get entangled in strange details."

The trampoline is good, the trampoline is wonderful, the trampoline stick is croaking.

"Anyway!" The little girl waved her hands vigorously, intending to turn over the accident just now, and changed the subject confidently, "Happy New Year, Zhijun! Here are the red envelopes!"

She was still wearing Dazai Osamu's coat, and the height difference made Zhi Zhi look like a child who was wearing an adult's clothes secretly, and her bare white legs made this illusion ambiguous.

The winter night was so dark and quiet, but her smiling face seemed to be shining, so dazzling that Osamu Dazai looked away uncomfortably.

"There is no red envelope." The young man acted coquettishly, "Zhizhi, I'm about to be kicked out of Lupine by the boss because of my credit, how can you deprive me of my last sliver of food so cruelly?"

"Hey——" Xuejian Weizhi was very disappointed, "Then this year, only the president will give out red envelopes, what a shame! I should ask Teacher Wutiao to get the red envelopes before returning to Yokohama."

Why can't you rest, why don't you give Zhizhi red envelopes for the New Year, don't good children deserve to have lucky money?

"Ah!" Gojo Satoru sneezed in the apartment in Tokyo, and he said with certainty, "It must be the traitor who is scolding me."

Don't ask why, asking is the strongest intuition.

The red and white songs on the TV will be played lively, and the white-haired man is sitting on the sofa, lazily tossing a round orange.

It's so boring, no one wants to play Daxili with Mr. Wutiao in the New Year?

The New Year is a very boring day for Gojo Satoru, he doesn't want to attend the party of the Yusanjia, and his colleagues who were misfortunes by him in the next day fled back to their happy hometown as if they were pardoned.Maomao's paws clapped in the air, and they landed empty on the spot.

Gojo Satoru finished exorcising an unlucky curse spirit born in the New Year in Gunma County. He wanted to choose a nearby apartment to celebrate the New Year, but somehow he rushed back to Tokyo with a subtle mentality.

He has countless houses in Tokyo, ones with large swimming pools, ones with open-air hot springs, and ones big enough for the teachers and students of the school to hold a party... After a thousand choices, Gojo Satoru finally stopped in front of the apartment where his cohabitant had left for more than half a month, and folded his arms. Facing the black-faced Li Kui photo at the door, he laughed.

Cleaning staff came to clean the apartment every day. Dolls, big and small, sat on the sofa and ate fruit and fruit. The wind that came in when the door was opened made the wooden sign on the doorknob shake, and the man flicked it with his finger. Inside is the house number of the devil king, the evil spirits will disperse".

"I'm back." He said to the empty room.

After returning home with nothing to do, Gojo Satoru collapsed in the pile of plush dolls and swiped his phone. The photos of his colleagues’ New Year visits were posted one by one. On New Year's Day, there will be fireworks at night.

If there are fireworks, there will be. What kind of big scene has Gojo Satoru never seen?The "fireworks" released by himself are the real grand occasion that can ignite the world. How can the explosion of man-made gunpowder in the dark night compare to the vigorous fire clouds that dyed half of the city red in the sky of Bodo?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru inevitably felt a little bored, he put his arms around a large lop-eared rabbit doll, and snapped his fingers casually.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows opened silently to both sides, revealing a clear view.The fireworks blooming brilliantly in the sky outside the window are shining in gold, silver, blue, and red colors, like countless stardust falling on the world, and they are also as gorgeous as splashing paint in the night.

"Ding." The doorbell rang, and the energetic voice of the courier boy came through a door panel, "Hello, is this Mr. Gojo Wu's home? You have an express delivery, please sign for it."

"Here we come." Gojo Satoru stepped on the plush slippers to open the door.

"This is a package from Yokohama." The courier brother handed Gojo Satoru a fully packaged box, with a few big cursive characters written on the box with a black marker - "It's a man, eat me up".

What a familiar routine.The case was solved, no one except the traitor could have done it.

"New Year's gift?" Gojo Satoru held the box in his arms enthusiastically, and opened the package with his bare hands.

Open the tinfoil for the packaging, and a box of eight round, glutinous sweet chestnut balls rolled out awkwardly from the carton, like chubby chicks, golden and festive in color, wrapped in a layer of light glutinous rice flour.

Just looking at the appearance, it is really beautiful and likable.

Gojo Satoru is not a man who will be deceived by appearances. He delicately picked up a sweet chestnut ball and held it in his palm to observe. The obvious hand-made marks on the ball made him suddenly have an ominous premonition.

What kind of snacks did Xuejian Weizhi send him all the way to eat if he didn't eat it himself?Chou Wutiaowu, who was the rebel who took advantage of Teacher Wutiao's absence and cleaned up the desserts in the refrigerator, still remembered that after returning home, he intentionally ate several times alone in front of Xuejian Weizhi.

Zhizhi: The teacher who sneaks snacks in the middle of the night is Xiao. (pointing.jpg)

The fat dumpling swayed like a tumbler in the wide palm, the glutinous rice flour wrapped around his body was stained with Wutiao Wu's hands, and the white-haired young man like a cat tentatively touched the snow grains with the tip of his tongue.

Sweet.

Sweet teeth are about to fall out.

"How much sugar did she put?" Gojo Wujo picked up a sweet chestnut ball with disgust, "No wonder no one eats it, so they insisted on sending it to me."

How can you say that?Injustice, branch, injustice.

She is clearly dedicating the sacrament to the five high priests who believe in the god of sugar like her. What kind of selfless love is this!

Dou Ezhi curled her lips aggrieved.

Gojo Satoru tossed the sweet chestnut dumpling in his palm, flattened and rounded the dumpling pickily with his long and slender fingers, the sweet fragrance gradually invaded the deserted atmosphere in the house, finally imbued with a touch of Chinese New Year atmosphere.

The New Year's fireworks have to be set off for a full hour, during which all the hustle and bustle makes way for the sky full of fireworks.

The work that was so heavy that one couldn't even close one's eyes, the tremendous pressure poured into the body, and the messy and intricate plots and tricks suddenly disappeared.Gojo Satoru felt his shoulders so light for the first time, like the moment he first comprehended the reversal technique, the world was clean and thorough.

Time steals a period of time for him to let go, not to think about anything until the fireworks are over.

Gojo Satoru had nothing to do, he leaned on the sofa, let Xinghuo fall into his eyes, and was lazy and unwilling to get up.

The sweet chestnut balls in the box were stuffed into the mouth one by one, Gojo Satoru reached out and grabbed them, and then suddenly realized that he had finished eating.

"It's really unpalatable." The white-haired man frowned in distaste when he came back to his senses, he sucked the powdered sugar on his fingertips, and licked it with the tip of his red tongue.

[Rebel: Teacher Wutiao, Happy New Year!Spot checks!Is the red envelope for me ready? 】

"Hey." Wujo Wu said to himself dissatisfied, "The dim sum is so unpalatable and you want to get a red envelope?"

"But forget it." The white-haired big cat said lazily, "Teacher, I am kind-hearted, and there are still red envelopes to buy sweets for children."

What is Zhizhi doing now?Gojo Satoru thought about it divergently.

You must be wrapping up in the kotatsu watching the fireworks while peeling an orange.The dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency was short, and she must have been jumping around excitedly while complaining about the narrow vision.

"It's not easy to find a good view." Wu Tiaowu peeled a watery orange and casually made a decision, "Next year I will fly with Zhizhi."

Fly to the highest place in the world, even the fireworks are under your feet.

At that time, the child will definitely look at Mr. Wutiao with super admiring eyes, and will never dare to compete with him for snacks. Every day, he will go to the most popular cake shop in Tokyo to line up for him to buy daily limit, from a rebellious student to a respectful teacher. Good branch of Tao.

"As expected of me." Gojo Satoru praised his witty way of teaching.

"I feel like someone is thinking of Tao Zi." Yukimi Mie wrapped Dazai Osamu's coat and sneezed in the cold wind.

She and Osamu Dazai mixed nonchalantly among the crowd watching the fireworks on land, with an expression of ignorance of the chaos that took place at the port of Mafia tonight.

"Zhijun, this matter is known by heaven and earth, you know me, and we have nothing to do with it." Xuejian Weizhi said seriously, "Especially the president, absolutely must not be known by the president!"

When she returned home, she hid Luanbu's glasses, and then sealed the detective's mouth with snacks.

Osamu Dazai nodded with sympathy, he didn't want to lose his year-end bonus for the coming year on the first day of the new year.

The one-hour fireworks festival came to an end, and the two sneaked back to the Butei staff dormitory.

Zhi Zhi looked at the door for a few seconds, then tiptoed back to her room.

"Snapped!"

The lights are bright.

The head of the family, Fukuzawa Yukichi, stood in the living room with folded arms, his eagle-like eyes fixed on his restless little daughter.

After a long time, when Yukami Mie had already started to think about whether it would be useful to pretend to have amnesia, Fukuzawa Yukichi spoke slowly:

"You disappeared with Dazai for over an hour."

"I don't care where you guys go, I just have one question."

"Zhizhi, why did you change your clothes?"