I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Facing a pile of black muzzles, Gojo Satoru put on his blindfold again and raised his hands expressionlessly.

Although the important officials in the government agencies are aware of the existence of conjurers, the conjurer world is still not humane, and there are not no conjurers who have been misunderstood into the situation all year round——

It's just that you have to listen to the night moths nagging, there's nothing wrong with it other than embarrassment.

Although he calmly persuaded himself, there was still a creepy smile on the corner of the white-haired man's lips, and his air pressure was extremely low, but Dazai clearly noticed that the aggressiveness in the other party dissipated in an instant, and he couldn't help being a little confused.

Calling the police was his backup insurance when he and Fu Heihui separated, and he didn't expect it to be of any use. Generally speaking, it was still a tactic to delay time. As a cadre of the port mafia, he naturally knew how to leave some "for these people" Gojo Satoru must be the same for the face on the bright side, but if it comes from the heart, they have no respect for such people at all.

But Gojo Satoru could be described as "harmless".

It's annoying, it's annoying.

Although his and Gojo Satoru's habits overlap a little bit, Gojo Satoru is the same as Nakahara Nakahara. He belongs to the person who feels unpleasant when he meets him. Osamu Dazai sighed softly, and moved away out of sight and out of mind. line of sight.

He didn't know that Wujo Wutiao's mood fell to the bottom of the valley, and he couldn't even get up. Who would have thought that a guy who looked like a curse, felt very cursed when he fought, and was very cursed in every way, actually Is it a human being?

After the [Account] dissipated, ordinary people could still see this brat. This was Dazai's indisputable proof that he was a human being.

While accepting the routine investigation by the police, he swept towards the little devil, who was wearing a large blanket, sitting in the ambulance compartment and being bandaged by nurses. When he caught a glimpse of those horrific scars, he was stunned, with sky-like pupils Immediately, it was covered with a layer of gloom.

Is this why the curse on this kid is so strong?

When Ye Mozheng went to the detention room to pick up Wutiaowu, he felt that he had a few more white hairs, and he was disturbed, just disturbed. Seeing the other party with his long legs nestled in the corner, sitting idle in the corner, the level of disturbance increased to another level .

He had been waiting for the other party to explain, but until he got into the car, the other party ignored him.

"Enlightened—"

Gojo Satoru asked an irrelevant question: "Mr. Ye Moth, are there any successful cases of man-made magic spirits?"

"Impossible." Noctua Zhengdao directly denied: "The curse master has been trying to reproduce the nine-phase diagram of the cursed fetus, but for thousands of years, this is the only successful example."

Gojo Satoru nodded, pulled off the blindfold, the air pressure in his body was even lower, he looked very irritable, and his voice was cold and serious: "I almost killed a person today, it was a young conjurer."

Noctua Zhengdao froze in place.

Ever since he killed Xia Youjie, Gojo Satoru's tolerance towards young conjurers has increased again. The thesis he hated the most during his college days has now been thoroughly carried out by him-young conjurers should not be subject to any punishment. Obstacles, safety, and wanton growth like unplowed branches are enough. The elderly only need to be escorted. Youth is precious, and maybe a few years of high school will be the best day of the magician's life.

No one's life is unimportant, he can't save people who don't want to be saved, and the rest, he can save only one, and Noctua Righteous Way allows him to be a teacher of a high school, not because Wujo Wu is the ceiling of combat power.

Gojo Satoru: "The curse on that kid is very abnormal, and the malice is too heavy. If he is not a curse spirit, it means that those curses all come from his own negative emotions."

As a conjurer, he was no stranger to human tragedies where families were ruined and blood flowed into rivers, but no one could be like that kid, who was simply a collection of negative emotions.

Given the scars on Dazai's body, he had to think about another possibility.

——Taken as an experiment by the Cursed Master, he has been abused since he was a child.

If it is mixed with Su Nuo fingers...

He closed his eyes.

Ye Mozheng didn't know what to say for a while, so he comforted dryly: "Ask that kid if he wants to come to the college later, I'll talk to the acquaintances by the window, so they can be more attentive. "

Ginza, Panasonic Bar.

Dazai Osamu, who was guessed by Gojo Satoru to have a dark past, sneaked out of the hospital a long time ago. The black coat had already been sent for cleaning, so he simply wore his high school shirt and bought a black coat in a street shop.

"Well, I'm completely out of money."

Dazai felt a real headache for a while. He was raised by Miss Saki before, and he had no worries about food and clothing. Now Miss Saki is still in a coma, but his wallet has been wiped out in the extravagant expenses.

"Boss!" Holding the last 50 yuan coin in his hand, he stepped into the high-end izakaya happily: "I want a bowl of tofu soup pot."

Obviously he was still a young man who was not allowed to enter this kind of place, but Dazai behaved like a fish in water. There were two waitresses sitting opposite him, and they were all coaxed into trembling: "If Mr. Dazai, it doesn't matter if you don't have money."

In Japan, teacher and sir are both extremely respectful titles. A young boy is not enough to be called a gentleman no matter how you look at it, but there is no sense of disobedience when it is put on Dazai.

The middle-aged uncles around couldn't help casting jealous eyes.

One of the bright and generous women said softly at this moment: "It's great to see Mr. Dazai again. You have given up the idea of ​​suicide, don't talk nonsense next time."

"Eh?" Dazai paused, then smiled: "No."

"...It's just that there is a piece of newly bought tofu in the refrigerator at home, and two or three canned crab meat." He picked up the glass with the hockey puck on it, and complained coquettishly: "Ah, I really want to eat crab meat dishes. "

"Mr. Qihai!" The waitress saw an acquaintance and greeted familiarly. Looking at the blond man who walked into the lobby, she introduced for Dazai: "This is Mr. Qihai."

"He's a good man." Dazai stared at Qihai intently, and continued the second half of the sentence.

He gave up one end of the deck with a smile: "Mr. Qihai is my acquaintance."

Jianren Qihai sat down next to Dazai with a blank face, and opened the instant lunch box: "I don't remember any child from the boss's family who is this age."

He also saw the curse that was too filthy, so he voluntarily "worked overtime" after get off work. He thought there was some powerful curse spirit entrenched in the store, but Dazai really surprised him.

It turned out to be a child.

The corners of the eyes are still slightly rounded like a boy's. Even though he has lost a lot of weight, his cheeks are still soft, and his body seems to be able to see the weak bones.

The ten-stroke spell that had been vigilant all along dissipated from Nanami's hands.

As soon as Dazai took a sip of his wine, he stretched out a hand, pinched the bottom of the glass casually, and then forcefully moved the glass away: "Please give him a glass of white water."

Dazai seemed to have suffered a major blow, his eyes widened, and he stared at Jianren Nanami in disbelief.

"You shouldn't drink if you're underage."

Dazai gave up struggling, sighed, and lay down on the table wearily: "Qami, don't be annoying, today's white bamboo pole is annoying enough."

"We have some private matters." Qihai politely dismissed the hostess, and when she looked at Dazai again, her voice was suddenly low: "Okay, let's be honest, when did I see you?"

"No." Dazai waved his hands again and again, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "But Qihai knows Baimao Zhugan, and I had some unpleasantness with him today—I hope he has been released on bail now."

The corners of Qihai Jianren's eyes twitched.

"Qihai also came to talk to me because he saw the curse on me." Dazai said to himself: "But I don't have the talent of Qihai, and I can't actually see the curse. The guy who said exorcism, I'm afraid I will be killed."

Qi Hai was unmoved: "Although Gojo Satoru is not in tune, he will not attack people without purpose."

"So his name is Gojo Satoru."

"It's so troublesome, I got involved in this kind of crap out of nowhere, ah, Mr. Huzhang swallowed my finger afterwards, I guess I will be called for questioning, chained to the wall for interrogation, my bones will crunch..."

Jianren Qihai picked up the wine glass. In fact, he also came here with the mentality of exorcising the curse spirit, but after talking a few words, he felt that something was wrong. He saw the strong despair in the eyes of this young man - lifeless, deeply invisible In the end, but aside from those curses, he was just a kid who was supposed to spend his youth with his friends on the playground like Knotaba Yuhito.

Instead of sitting alone in a dark tavern, indulging in alcohol, ordering a bowl of tofu soup pot like a sophisticated adult.

...and suicide.

He didn't take Dazai's suicide theory as a joke, but thought about it carefully, thinking of the other party's light sentence "I still have a piece of tofu and a few canned crab meat at home", Jianren Nanami slowly held the wine glass with his fingers. squeeze tight.

Jianren Qihai put down his wine glass peacefully, and abruptly interrupted Dazai: "Listen, brat."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes childishly: "Huh?"

"If you don't like being a conjurer, stay away from these things. If you can't solve it yourself, go to an adult for help." The mature man looked directly into Dazai's eyes and said calmly: "Conjurers are shit, and so are curses." Shit, labor is even more shit, why not find something you like."

"...I like tofu soup pot, so I can buy some more tofu and make it myself. The ingredients will be discounted at the convenience store after [-]pm."

Jianren Qihai drank the liquid in the cup, pushed down his glasses, stood up, and unbuttoned his suit jacket.

The magic tool was released, and a long knife wrapped in black and white bandages suddenly appeared in his hand. The blond man's eyes suddenly became sharp. He raised his arm high, the blade stood upright, and slashed hard, with white light flashing.

——The ten-stroke spell "Wa Luo Wa Luo"

The curse wrapped around Dazai's body, thick and torrential like mud, suddenly dissipated in the light of the sword like a thunderbolt.

Jianren Qihai's expression remained unchanged, he put away the magic tool, buttoned his suit, and smoothed it meticulously. After doing all this, he looked at Dazai again.

"Don't you want to eat crab meat?" He said gently, "Let's go."

"I still have time to treat the kid to a meal."