I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The first one who couldn't sit still was the offering from the Chanyuan family: "—how unreasonable!"

"Zenyuan!"

The old man's face was ugly, but he still stopped in a low voice. He was silent for a few seconds, and looked at Gojo Satoru again: "Then, we still maintain the previous decision, and you will be responsible for any mistakes."

Except for Wujo Wu, these big figures in the director's department have hardly been humiliated by others, but they have nothing to do with Wujo Wu. The more that idiot from the Chanyuan family gets together to find fault, the more they appear to be stern.

Wujo Wu's six eyes created his extremely egoistic character, especially after the Xia Youjie incident that year, no one can dictate his choice. The reason why the director department continues to exist is because Wujo Wu thinks that the director department can exist.

He believes that it is right to educate the next generation as a teacher, and it is right to change the status quo gently, so he can accept any behavior that does not really hinder this goal-in other words, if Gojo Satoru thinks that the directorate cannot exist one day, then their end It is coming immediately.

"Of course, I am his teacher." Gojo Satoru pulled back the blindfold again, and said calmly, "If something goes wrong, I will bear all the consequences for Osamu Dazai."

"...I can't stand it."

In the corridor filled with all kinds of sealed objects, the white-haired conjurer bowed his back and walked unhurriedly. Every time he dealt with these rotten oranges, he would feel very bad, even if he was blindfolded. , the six eyes are still operating automatically, and it is impossible to ignore the dark thoughts of these people.

[Those who try to take away the youth of young people are unforgivable. ]

No matter whether Osamu Dazai is abnormal or special, even if he will be a curse master in the future, shouting and killing monkeys like Xia Youjie all day long-these are not the reasons why he is being controlled now. The rotten oranges that are picked up by people are the ones that should be wiped out the most.

Before making the final choice, a person has actually made countless choices. If he hadn't trusted Xia Youjie so much and intervened in his lies at that time, this person would not have embarked on the most extreme path.

[The so-called teacher is the person who interferes with the choice. ]

[Positive argument. ]

Thinking of this, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. After a long while, he clicked his tongue lightly, and was not in the mood to do other things. He bent his fingers and directly used the spell to stay in the air.

Gojo Satoru's reverse spell can move long distances without hindrance.

"Spell forward..."

A fleeting, extremely inconspicuous thought flashed through the mind of the white-haired conjurer like a meteor.

"... Cang."

Familiar with the outline of the room, the wooden corridor, and the white paper window with some dim lights, Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, feeling a little dazed with true feelings.

Why did he appear at that kid's door?

Although Cang and He belong to the family-inherited spells of the Gojo family, not all members of the Gojo family can use them. In addition to requiring a high degree of concentration, the process of using them is also full of calculations. When level A attacks, you don't even need to restore blood when using it. If you change to an ordinary conjurer, use it a few times, your brain will burn out and short circuit.

Gojo Satoru, who has six eyes, is a supercomputer in itself.

But this was the first time he made a mistake after mastering the reverse rotation technique. The reason for the error was not a calculation error, but he suddenly changed his destination at the last moment, and the six-eyed spontaneous calculation technique was so fast that even himself Without even being able to capture that thought, it had already appeared outside Osamu Dazai's door.

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[boring. ]

[Boring. ]

[Totally cloying. ]

[Shrinking into a world that doesn't make any sense. ]

Osamu Dazai clearly knew that he was in a dream. Unlike Zhongyuanzhong, he slept very little but dreamed a lot. It wasn't the reason people in Mafia at the port guessed that he was in a dream. The reason why he couldn't sleep at night was that he had the same dream countless times, and the more times he had, the more he could always realize that he was dreaming.

Different from the grotesque subconsciousness of ordinary people, Osamu Dazai has only one real subconsciousness.

[Quickly free me from this boring world. ]

A cloudy sky that could rain at any time, a mess of abandoned containers, barren and dry land, one of which contained some necessary daily necessities, a small light bulb hanging in the sky, exposed wires, dead silence and gray are the overall tone, empty It was empty and there was no one there.

Nothing at all.

This is the place where Osamu Dazai usually lives, whether it is reality or a dream.

Same way.

He deftly pulled out a rusty blade from the corner of the container, then untied the bandage on his arm, slashed vertically at the artery, and then threw the blade towards the corner, letting the blood flow out, leaving the bandage empty Hanging on his wrist, he glanced at it, held the corner of the fabric, and twisted it around twice randomly.

A series of movements are extremely proficient, as if repeated thousands of times.

The bloody smell gradually dissipated, and splash-like blood spots appeared on the iron floor of the container, and the temperature was lost from the body bit by bit.

Before dying, people always have some regrets. There is no death without regrets in the world, but Dazai Osamu did not show any fluctuation of expression on his face. He sat lightly in front of the table with his eyes downcast, his eyelashes under his eyes Cast a small shadow, covering the entire expression of the eyes.

After a while, he seemed to be tired of hearing it, and threw his coat on the ground, and those crisp ticking sounds became much quieter.

"……rule."

At this location, the expression on Osamu Dazai's face changed for the first time. He raised his head, blinked his eyes, and twitched the corners of his mouth briefly and in disgust.

"Eh? Are you having a nightmare? It doesn't seem to be the case, it's not that when a person is having a nightmare... Forget it, Zhi, wake up."

Osamu Dazai felt being pulled twice by something, and his wrist was also hooped, shaking and shaking, endlessly, he couldn't help but think of the pet dog that the dark dwarf had raised before, when the slug said with a disgusted expression every day He is woken up by Lena every morning.

He opened his eyes tirelessly: "Five—"

The remaining half of the sentence suddenly froze.

The pupils of the sky are close at hand, and the white and curly eyelashes are like a layer of white mist, covering the blue sea, the galaxy is brilliant, and the stars fall into the bottom of the sea at the same time, shining brightly.

"...Teacher." He paused, then raised his hand to brush the white hair that fell on his face, and said expressionlessly, "Why are you here?"

"I do not know either?"

Gojo Satoru shrank back suddenly like a cat: "When I realized it, I was already at the door. Your super curse spirit was very shocked when it saw me. I thought it ate too much chocolate, so I wanted to check it out. .”

"And then it knocked the door open, and I found you by the way—by the way, Ji, what did you dream about?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions at all, he sat beside Dazai's bed without any sense of distance, leaning his body halfway, and spoke very straightforwardly.

He said quite seriously: "You look scary when you are asleep, you are motionless, your breathing is light and shallow, I almost want to call Nitro."

Gojo Satoru actually used euphemisms, if he were to describe it... he would be dead.

A gradual process of dying.

His breathing became shallower and faster, but his body showed no signs of struggling, his skin was as pale as porcelain. At first glance, he thought this kid was in a state of deep sleep, but in fact he looked like a drowning person, motionless Standing in the water submerged in the mouth and nose, if no one finds out, the body will gradually rot, and then the white bones will be exposed.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes lightly, folded the quilt and sat up.

"Did you dream of something strange?" Gojo Satoru looked directly into those kite-colored eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding, and the usual inconsistency disappeared at this moment: "The appearance of the curse spirit is quite ugly, but The high school is covered by a barrier, unless a curse master intervenes, it is impossible for the curse spirit to break into the barrier."

[The curse spirit is still quite scary, right? ]

He looked at Osamu Dazai uncertainly, thought about it distressedly, and then comforted him: "As long as I am in the high school, this is an absolutely safe place."

"So Zhi doesn't have to worry about anything." He added.

Osamu Dazai stared at him for a while, his eyes moved slightly, and his body relaxed. The eerily quiet atmosphere in the air suddenly changed. He tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth raised.

"Gojo-sensei, do I look like someone who has a nightmare?"

Dazai Osamu's voice still had some hoarseness when he just woke up, but the tone was undoubtedly brisk, and the syllables were slightly cohesive. It sounded like a deliberately coquettish, but not disgusting tone at all.

He smiled and said, "The plank bed is too hard, and the pillows are not fluffy at all. My bedding used to be the best brand in Germany."

That's right, five enlightenment thoughts.

He actually doesn't like dealing with people like Osamu Dazai very much at ordinary times. Everything can't be hidden under the six eyes. In this way, whether a person's words are true or false is like the moon hanging in the sky to him. Just a glance.

When he was a teenager, he was really bored with this kind of people. He simply waited for them to finish their performance, and then mercilessly exposed them. If he was in a good mood, he would laugh at them a few times. , Those blue and white complexions are the best seasoning agent for a boring life.

The white-haired conjurer narrowed his eyes.

"Well...it's a bit hard." He tapped the mattress lightly: "Then go buy a new one tomorrow. If you like German brands, why not go to the mall. Last time, Wild Rose recommended me a very luxurious one." It is said that there is everything in the shopping mall.”

An inexplicable expression quickly flashed across Dazai Osamu's face.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and then quickly flattened it. He pulled up the blindfold on his neck and covered his eyes: "By the way, you can go to the playground, but you have already gone out anyway, so it's better to go a little further, for example Said Mt. Fuji bathing in hot springs...huh?"

"There is still class tomorrow." Dazai looked like a good student: "It would be better to do TV shopping or call the staff according to the shopping book. It would be better to send the mattress directly."

"No." Gojo Satoru pulled down the blindfold again, looked around, and finally tilted his head, looking very puzzled, and finally knelt on the mattress with his left knee, and moved closer to Osamu Dazai some.

"—Why do you smell of sandalwood?"