I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Eh--"

Gojo Satoru looked greatly shocked: "It's too much, it turns out that Ji was raised by such a bad adult!"

"It's too much." He took two steps forward, and lightly patted Dazai's shoulder: "Ji has such a bad past, quick, eat some candy to heal."

Osamu Dazai was at a loss for a moment.

He could see that Gojo Satoru didn't regard himself as the object of his satire at all, not deliberately pretending to be stupid, but this guy genuinely thought he was a good person, so he took it for granted that the person Osamu Dazai was talking about must not be him.

Too, from, me, too.

"Extend your hand?" Gojo Satoru held Candy's skirt and dangled in front of him: "Do you still need the teacher to peel it off for you?"

Dazai Osamu looked slightly cold, and after a few seconds, he reached out and took the candy, and in front of Gojo Satoru, he took the round candy into his mouth.

It's not the kind of overly sweet, on the contrary, the taste of this candy is quite high-end, comparable to the candies that Mori Owai gave him before.

"It's delicious." The white-haired man said to himself: "Your health is too bad, even if I teach you physical skills, it's useless if you're too poor."

"So it's better to eat more sweets and get enough sleep." As he said, he bent down and looked at Osamu Dazai in distress for a while. His eyes were so close that Osamu Dazai could clearly see from the pair of heaven and earth. Seeing his own reflection in his pupils.

The hair is creepy.

Gojo Satoru's eyes are a strange blue color with tiny stars shining in them. When he stares at them, there will be an illusion of being touched to the soul in a trance.

It's like a fish that has been cut open but still alive.

"Ah, your sleep disorder is also a problem." Gojo Satoru said worriedly: "You are going to sleep less than me soon, if this continues, you will die early."

"—Teacher Wutiao."

Dazai's expression changed, he took a step back abruptly, opened the distance, and said coldly: "You can go."

Hearing the student's eviction order, Gojo Satoru nodded normally, without showing any sign of being offended, and casually put the paper bag on the table: "Then, see you tomorrow."

Just leave as you say, without dragging your feet.

Until the shadow on the wooden door left completely, Osamu Dazai slowly closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the restless irritability. Xia Youjie reappeared at some point, casually sitting on the tatami, leaning on the chair with great interest. Chin at him.

"Wu is very troublesome." Xia Youjie said with a smile: "I thought you would do something, but I didn't expect Master Dazai to be so obedient."

Regaining freedom is a good thing, but as an unlucky bastard who was coerced by Osamu Dazai and forced to set a restraint, Xia Youjie's eyes dimmed. If possible, he would really like to see this kid and Gojo Satoru fast forward to the point where both losers .

"So that you can take the opportunity to escape?" Osamu Dazai showed a mocking smile.

He raised his head slightly and sighed: "Even I have to admit that Gojo Satoru is really tricky, and he can even be said to be the toughest person I have ever met."

Xia Youjie followed his words, and encouraged him furiously, "If it's Mr. Dazai, there must be no problem."

"Xia Youjie." Osamu Dazai called out the other person's name abruptly, and tilted his head: "Do I look stupid?"

He put his hand back into the pocket of his coat: "I found your previous mission report at the high school today."

"—About the death of the astral body."

He paused deliberately, and saw that the curvature of Xia Youjie's mouth had completely disappeared, before he continued: "Your mission report stated that Wujo Wu was killed by Fu Heisher who possessed the sky and the curse, and then miraculously came back to life .”

"People's death is divided into three stages. During the clinical death stage, the human body's life activities will completely stop, and only weak metabolic functions are still going on. I personally counted the seconds, and this process can last for about 6 minutes."

"As expected of a reversal technique." Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at Xia Youjie, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Well... as long as Gojo Satoru can't be crushed in an instant, he can't die at all .”

He has collected many failed cases of assassinating Wujo Wu. Wujo Wu's force value has far exceeded the range of his supernatural ability, and he can be classified as a natural disaster like Huangbatu, but he is different from Huangbatu. Central Plains Zhong also has no self-awareness after opening the filth, but Wujo Wu's six eyes are always receiving and analyzing information for the master, and all conspiracies can't be hidden in his eyes.

If he wants to fight back against Gojo Satoru, it must be done in a way that is completely beyond Gojo Satoru's expectations.

And Gojo Satoru couldn't die, at least in this world, no one could kill him anymore.

"Speaking of which, my teacher brought back a little monster."

Thinking of Yumeno Kusaku, Osamu Dazai did not hide his disgust: "If used properly, a city, no, a country can be destroyed, but he has an advantage, as long as I think, I can cut his neck open at any time .”

Xia Youjie's dark purple pupils gradually cast a haze.

Dazai was far more abnormal than he had imagined. He thought he was another kid whose personality was twisted by the curse, but at this moment, Dazai had almost exposed his truth to him——

It is a kind of chaotic malice that is completely contrary to daily life.

"Of course, Gojo Satoru's weakness is also obvious. It does not involve himself, destroys his goals, destroys the objects he cares about." Osamu Dazai stated without any emotion: "It is very easy for me, as easy as Crack the egg shell, but as long as I can't completely wipe Gojo Satoru from the world, it will be an absolute failure in strategy."

"In the face of the risk of being caught by Gojo Satoru at any time, and then tortured to death, like a mouse in the gutter, hiding around—"

Osamu Dazai changed the subject and said in a brisk voice, "Ah, I forgot, Mr. Xia You is very good at hiding."

Xia Youjie also smiled coldly.

He didn't feel that he was being stabbed in the sore spot by himself, but it didn't prevent him from feeling annoyed and apprehensive, as well as a little bit of schadenfreude. Anyway, he was already a dead man, and it didn't matter whoever expelled him. Before he was alive, he had had enough of being chained to every move he made. Tethered, now as long as his family is not harmed, the world can be as bad as it wants to be.

"In this case." Xia Youjie returned to the state where everything was out of sight, and smiled: "Master Dazai, I can introduce you to some excellent bodyguards, so let's leave the high school as soon as it gets dark. "

Osamu Dazai sat down against the wall, with a gentle and soft tone: "Mr. Xia You, be lazy in front of your boss. If it was before, you would have been thrown into the torture room by me."

The smile on Xia Youjie's face froze.

"First, domesticate him, and second, seal him. Osamu Dazai paused, and said to himself: "Since I really don't want to keep a dog forever, it's better to seal him. "

**

Fu Heihui's mood is extremely complicated now.

Even after Jianren Qihai called him for psychological counseling, he still didn't recover from the shadow of almost killing Osamu Dazai with his own hands, his heart fell into an ice cave for a moment, and his mind went blank for a moment.

There was also a moment of Dazai Osamu's indifferent and crazy eyes.

For this reason, he specially accepted a mission to go to a small town around Tokyo to exorcise the curse spirits. Unlike Tokyo, which is densely populated, the curse spirits in the countryside are usually weak. As soon as I got off the Shinkansen, the groups in the line flashed.

Knotweed Youren was always enthusiastic, seeing him go online, he smashed a line of news over his head and face.

[Fuhei, Dazai has also transferred to a high school. 】

Fu Heihui: ...

He got off the Shinkansen, greeted his senior Otoko Yuta who came to pick him up, and stood there holding his phone for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Fu Hei." Yi Gu Youtai carried a knife wrapped tightly with cloth strips on his back, and said hesitantly, "Teacher Wu Tiao told me that there will be another student transferred into your grade."

He covered his stomach, and said a little weakly: "Then I had another junior, and Maki specially sent a text message to remind me that I will be a Lipai senior this time..."

Fu Heihui squeezed his wrist, hesitant to speak.

... Osamu Dazai may not be what you think.

Both of them were full of preoccupations, and they didn't communicate with each other all the way back to the high school. The high school of conjuration is a school built in the mountains. They had just walked up the last step, and they saw a figure sitting cross-legged at the school gate from a long distance. Osamu Dazai still Wearing the black overcoat that didn't fit well, seeing Fu Heihui, he stood up briskly, but didn't take a step outside.

"Hey Mr. Fuhei, you are finally back. Ah, I also thought you would arrive today, but I didn't expect to wait so long."

Fu Heihui leaned back unconsciously: "Dazai?"

His eyes gradually descended, staying on the huge fluffy puppet cat that Osamu Dazai was holding: "You—"

"Fu Hei."

Yi Guyou stopped him too abruptly, the knife behind him was unloaded at some point, the tiger's mouth held the handle, and the sharp blade was pulled out suddenly, with a serious expression: "Stay away from him, that cat is a special class cat!" Overwhelming curse spirit."

The puppet cat gave him a very familiar feeling. To be precise, it should be exactly the same as the feeling that Li Xiang once possessed him. After more than ten years of coexistence, they must not be able to tell the difference.

Fu Heihui: ...

Didn't Osamu Dazai's technique invalidate all mana?He felt the tiredness of familiarity again, but he had no choice but to explain: "Senior Yi Bone——"

"Ah." Dazai blinked and admitted, "Yes, what's the problem?"

Yigu Youtai: "?"

Fu Heihui said with difficulty: "...special grade?"

He hadn't seen many super-grade curse spirits in the first half of his life. Ever since he met Osamu Dazai, this kind of thing seemed to have become a 711 discounted product, as worthless as an overnight expired bento.

"Dazai." Fu Heihui said with difficulty: "You published a new work?"

Yi Gu: "???"

Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Fu Heihui in disbelief: "I'm a little curious about my image in Fu Hei-kun's mind, but no, it's my bodyguard."

He carefully hugged the puppet cat a little tighter.

Fu Heihui fell into confusion: "Wait, bodyguard? Super magic spirit?"

"My physical skills are poor." Dazai Osamu sighed: "I don't have any particularly good self-defense methods, so I can only find a way to find a bodyguard, ah, I see, you want to ask why the special magic spirit can become a bodyguard?" Is that my bodyguard?"

Fu Heihui nodded weakly.

Dazai held the puppet cat's front paw enthusiastically, and drew it twice in the air: "The reason is very simple——!"

"We're pure love," he said with a smile.