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Gojo Satoru wanted to continue asking, but another voice interrupted him.

"Are you OK?"

Xia Youjie showed his figure, stared at Dazai Zhi's face, and frowned slightly: "Or to put it another way, what are you crazy about?"

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and stopped talking.

"Don't think about it." Xia Youjie glanced at him, "I won't become a cat girl."

The white-haired conjurer was not at all surprised that his dead best friend suddenly turned into a living person, but he let out a regretful "tss" and turned his attention back to Osamu Dazai.

Xia Youjie's problem was also his problem.

Osamu Dazai took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it. The smile on his face became cold little by little. He said, "Do you really think that I have changed a lot from the past?"Then he squinted his eyes and smiled frivolously, casually brushed off the topic, turned around and picked up the wine bottle.

"drink wine?"

Gojo Satoru reflexively: "Of course not..."

"Drink." Xia Youjie interrupted him: "As you like."

Osamu Dazai cheered lightly, and went to the cabinet to search for different styles of glasses. Wujo Wu looked extremely displeased with me. Xia Youjie saw it, and skillfully put on a special smile for the godfather: "We meet again after a long time, let's celebrate .”

Gojo Satoru turned his face and stared blankly at his best friend: "Didn't you go to be the leader of a cult all these years? Monks also drink alcohol? You raised two daughters. If you were you, you would smoke with Mimiko Nanako drink wine?"

Xia Youjie was silent for a few seconds: "Listen to me, or I will report to the director department that you are raising a special curse master in a high school."

Taking advantage of Dazai Osamu's time to go to the restaurant to find ice cubes, he said with a sigh: "I was wrong back then, and not all of your choices made sense. Even the problems that I can feel, you naturally know."

He paused every word and said seriously: "You can't save everyone, especially those who don't want to be saved themselves."

Osamu Dazai is more sober than everyone else. He has not changed from the past. He is world-weary, commits suicide, and lives in a dark place. He is already at the bottom of the abyss, and it makes no difference to him if he slides down a little bit.

It's better to let Osamu Dazai be more comfortable while he is still alive.

"That's why I want to be a teacher, so that everyone can be saved." Wujo Satoru said casually: "Those who deprive young people of their youth are unforgivable-he is not youth."

Osamu Dazai was holding a large glass of ice cubes in his arms, humming an out-of-key tune, suddenly a slender hand stretched out from beside him, and forcibly took away the ice cube cup, Gojo Satoru meowed like a coquettish long-haired cat Called: "You have already had a drink, don't you want to exorcise the curse spirit? I will take you there."

Osamu Dazai didn't move for a long time. He lowered his head, his curly black hair drooped down to cover his eyes. Gojo Satoru couldn't feel any emotion from him. After a while, he raised his head, his iris-colored eyes were deeply pressed , but he wanted to make the mask on his face look warm.

"Okay." Dazai said with a smile.

Every time Nakahara Chuya sees Osamu Dazai like this, he will be furious.

I don't know since when, this mackerel has become a control freak that is absolutely undeniable, everyone must follow his ideas, and no twists and turns can occur, but he still wants to appear as if he is easy to talk, allowing Others criticize his plan.

Afterwards, I tossed back one by one, and cleared them one by one according to the severity.

"Stop laughing like that." Gojo Satoru blinked, "No one is forcing you to laugh."

Gojo Wu has a lot of work on his backlog, but he usually mutes his phone, and selectively ignores Yidizhi's text messages and missed TV calls. When he turns on the phone, it is full of tasks that Wujo Wu needs to solve.

The white-haired conjurer said distressedly: "It doesn't work."

All the tasks assigned to him have one thing in common—extremely dangerous, Wujo Satoru is the strongest when he is alone, it really doesn't matter if he is alone, but it is very inappropriate to take Dazai Osamu with him.

The shackles on this Osamu Dazai disappeared, and he was worried that if he was careless, Osamu Dazai would be able to ram himself into the muzzle of the gun to seek death.

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses.

Speaking of which, the current Dazai Osamu has never mentioned suicide once. He originally thought that this person would say that he wanted to die by exorcising the curse spirit, rather than some reason such as trying a new experience.

"Mr. Wujo, this!" Osamu Dazai suddenly straightened up very excitedly, stars seemed to shine in his eyes, and he stared at the screen: "Mr. Shimizu said that some strange things happened in his home recently, and he suspected that his wife cursed his lover." .”

"There is a curse entrenched in the house!"

Gojo Satoru went up to take a look: "It is estimated that Yidizhi forwarded the message by mistake."

"Qingshui..." Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows and repeated the surname: "I have a little impression that Mrs. Qingshui came to Panxingjiao to ask me to curse her husband. The curse spirit in his house should be the one I put in it." , is a very weak curse spirit."

Gojo Satoru looked at him suddenly with strange eyes, as if he was looking at a man who had stumbled.

Osamu Dazai couldn't wait: "Ah, then maintain the status quo. Now Mr. Shimizu is in a dilemma between his wife and his lover. Let's mediate!"

[I originally planned to take the time to dismantle a dud, but I didn't expect to have such an interesting job here-ahh, I really want to change it. ]

[Work done by Oda Saku in other worlds. ]

"How to mediate?" Gojo Satoru sat on the steps at the entrance of Qingshui House with his two long legs that had no place to rest. A salon was being held in the house, laughter kept coming and going, and the curse in the house had barely reached the first level.

Gojo Satoru repeated the request: "Qingshuiyan has business contacts with high-level conjurers, so the mission requires not exorcising the curse spirits in front of him, lest he be too scared to cooperate with conjurers."

Dazai Zhi and Xia Youjie looked at each other and got the same answer in each other's eyes.

He rang the doorbell himself.

Gojo Satoru didn't understand what they were doing at all, and turned his face inexplicably, and then the door was opened a crack, and a woman with a smile in her eyes appeared at the door: "Hello... Master Xia You?"

Xia Youjie smiled familiarly and kindly, exchanged a few words with the woman, and quickly brought the topic to the point. He pointed to Wujo Wu: "I want to introduce a friend to you. He has no place to live recently."

Gojo Satoru fell into extreme confusion for a moment.

Mrs. Shimizu's face showed a look of surprise. There is an industry in this country called [ヒモ], which is the so-called professional boy, who will stay in the home of rich women. She asked Xia Youjie to let his husband die slowly. to get his property.

"But we..." Shimizu Yanko smiled apologetically.

Qing Shuiyan was kept in the dark by his lover and wife until he was about to die. He never knew that they were a couple.

"Your lover is ten years younger than you," he said. "Has she always wanted to try a threesome?"

Gojo Satoru: "...!"

"It's a very elegant attempt, ma'am." Osamu Dazai smiled slowly: "All recent lovers like to express their love in this way."

Xia Youjie nodded and was about to agree when Dazai Zhi said softly, "There are three of us."

……

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu sat on the sofa and their bodies were stiff. Xia Youjie wanted to grab Dazai by the collar and ask him why he was so nervous again, but Dazai seemed like a fish in water on this occasion. On his neck, he smiled lowly, with an extremely slutty demeanor.

Not long after, he was completely addicted to sensuality, his black coat was ruffled, his shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons, and his steaming bodies were piled up together. He didn't care who was touching him, but instead A young lady drinking with red danko fingers.

After a while, he was thrown onto the carpet, and Osamu Dazai could no longer be seen from the perspective of Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, but some joyful screams could be heard from time to time.

Osamu Dazai originally wanted to try to exorcise the curse spirit, but when he came here, he resisted in his heart. Kento Nanami once described all this so interestingly-helping others, protecting the weak, and exercising the mind, but when it was his turn, Suddenly all the fun was lost.

Although he knew that exorcising the curse spirit must be a boring and funny process.

As long as you don't try, you can keep looking forward.

So he logically threw himself into familiar scenes as usual.

The young lady laughed and brought another glass of wine to his lips. She secretly estimated how long it would take to get him drunk—Osamu Dazai's eyes had already dimmed, and his breathing gradually became disordered. Touching his face, the tentacles are warm, but his body temperature seems to be lower than ordinary people.

If it was this person, she would willingly support him.

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly and rubbed the tip of his nose against his fingers that were painted with beautiful nail polish. Some people felt itchy, grabbed some cherry blossoms in the vase, crushed them, and sprinkled them on his face. Osamu Dazai was not angry, and went to Drinking, people crowded around him, bumped slightly, the hand holding the wine glass shook, and accidentally wet half of his face, the tip of his hair was wet, with the smell of sake.

"Ahhh." He blinked and said in a melodious tone, "What a waste—"

A hand suddenly grabbed his collar and mercilessly lifted him out of the crowd, as if he was picking up a cat with wet fur. The white-haired conjurer turned coldly and picked him up. Walking towards the rooftop, Dazai Osamu was still smiling.

"Don't pretend to be drunk." Gojo Satoru said with a slap in the face.

Dazai was silent.

"You're clearly sober." Gojo Satoru put him on the roof, his blue eyes looked confused and complicated: "You planned to come here? Do you know that Qingshuiyan's house is like this?"

Of course I don't know, I'm not a monster, Osamu Dazai thought.

But he wasn't going to explain at all, he just bent his eyes with a half-smile, and at this moment, the curse spirit that had been entrenched in the house suddenly appeared for some reason, as if attracted, with its mouth open He jumped in the direction of Osamu Dazai.

Gojo Satoru was in an extremely bad mood, and he didn't want to use the spell at all. It would be too easy to exorcise the curse spirit that way. He folded his wrist and made a fist, ready to destroy the curse spirit directly.

The space in front of him suddenly vibrated.

There was a huge wind pressure where the curse spirit passed by, and the curse power condensed into a bright red energy beam, like a hot flame, and swallowed that place with a bang. But suddenly disappeared.

……

The hem of the clothes was rattling, and the red scarf was blown by the wind. The man had no expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be flustered. He just raised his hand lightly to hold the flames.

A dazzling cyan light suddenly lit up, like broken snow.

[--Human disqualification. ]