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"Yeah, Mr. Wujo."

Gojo Satoru heard the voice, and almost twisted his neck when he turned his head—how could this person be here?In the next second, he was attacked by an inexplicable micro-panic. This kind of emotion was really groundless, but it caused him more emotional fluctuations than facing thousands of people around him who were transformed by spells and human beings.

It doesn't make sense at all, he thought.

Osamu Dazai lightly squeezed in from a group of reformed people, his movements were more agile than rabbits, the attacks coming from all directions couldn't even touch his clothes corners, and his hands were still neatly in his pockets all the time Gojo Satoru had just used the no-lower-limit technique to push out a few people around him, and Dazai Osamu had already rushed to his side.

"Why did you appear here?" Gojo Satoru took time out of his busy schedule to look over, and smiled at Osamu Dazai, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he was a little angry instead: "Even if you wake up, walking on the ground Can't you take a stroll?"

Then he noticed that Osamu Dazai was just looking at him with an unpredictable expression, and he was even more upset: "What?"

Osamu Dazai realized what this man said belatedly.

Before, his attention was all on Gojo Satoru, and his heart almost missed a beat. The white-haired man was too conspicuous in this kind of place, and anyone would be attracted to him.

For Osamu Dazai, it was three years ago that he saw Gojo Satoru, and the things he experienced in the three years were equivalent to decades for ordinary people, but Gojo Satoru was exactly the same as he remembered.

Delicate eyebrows, slightly bowed cat back, white hair and white eyelashes, seem to be an eternal anchor.

Only then did he have a sense of reality about the reality he was in.

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, but in a blink of an eye, he found that he had shrunk a lot, so he reluctantly patted Gojo Satoru's wrist, squinted his eyes, and smiled happily: "Come to help you."

Gojo Satoru: ...

His no-lower-limit spell was completely wiped out by Dazai Osamu, and the white-haired conjurer turned his body sideways, kicked a few people away in an instant, and then continued the spell, asking back unhappily :"help me?"

Do I need you to help me?

If you really want to help me, stay away from this ghostly place, Gojo Wujo thinks, there is still a debt to be settled between him and this person, and he has not figured out why Dazai suddenly let Xia Youjie go before Dazai for three days Attacking his students, he was still thinking about the shit on the way to the Shibuya subway station, irritated and confused, and then he was caught in the enemy's plan.

After soaking in this emotion for three consecutive days, Gojo Satoru himself is not someone who likes to wrong himself, he was about to make trouble immediately, but as soon as his eyes fell on Osamu Dazai's face, what he wanted to say turned around at the base of his tongue Turning around, the white-haired man paused, and said coldly, "Did you run the marathon in your dream?"

Dazai Osamu looked exactly the same as usual, but Gojo Satoru felt that he was tired for some reason, but no matter how he observed with his six eyes, all the information and intelligence were revealed, but he was thinking too much.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head innocently: "How is it possible? It's Mr. Gojo, don't be brave at a time like this."

He glanced at Wu Tiao Wu Cang's blue eyes, looked away, and still couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.

[poor thing. ]

He had never seen Gojo Satoru forced into such a situation. The long-haired big white cat was always doing what he wanted all day long, even if he was occasionally called over by the high-level rotten oranges to beat him or her, generally speaking, he was still a white-skinned cat. Beautiful happy cat.

But now, he was restrained by layers of humans and cyborgs, and he couldn't use any spells. A little bit of strength would cause serious injuries to innocent people.

Ordinary people who could be killed with one finger now surround him like wolves, and Gojo Satoru, the strongest conjurer, has turned into the hunted lamb instead, with his beautiful blue eyes wide open and his teeth clenched. Biting, lowering the brows, the vacillation and bewilderment that he thought he had concealed well could not hide from Dazai Osamu's eyes.

Wujo Satoru is the strongest when he is alone. This sentence is not false at all. Although this person looks crazy when he fights and has a bad personality, he is actually a serious and good person. Every life depends on him. They are all valuable in their eyes, even if they are a little cold, but compared to those that the port mafia cadres usually come into contact with, they are unreasonably gentle.

Lisuo naturally also knew the weakness of Gojo Wu, so he found countless passers-by who couldn't see or know the curse spirit, who were completely innocent, and filled them with subways one after another. Transform one by one into twisted and weird shapes.

Once the reformed people were almost killed by Gojo Satoru, they threw the ordinary people trapped in the Shibuya subway station through the vent one by one.

There is an endless stream, and there is no end to it.

Osamu Dazai stared at Gojo Satoru almost in ecstasy, his eyes ached from the dazzling white, and he didn't know what he was thinking, all kinds of weird thoughts popped up and mixed together in a mess, but now he finally understood What kind of feeling did Rimbaud feel when he yearned for the Central Plains——

—if only he could be had.

—if I could get him, what I could do with him.

It's great, you can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want, but Wujo Wu, who is so powerful like a natural disaster, is actually a good person who sticks to righteousness, and the chains of righteousness and transformation firmly bind him hands and feet, imprisoning his freedom.

Osamu Dazai looked at Gojo Satoru, as if he was looking at a crane that was shackled by iron chains and willingly folded its wings.

The deaths of Oda Sakunosuke and Nanami Kento shattered Osamu Dazai's self-esteem and self-esteem to pieces, and he would kneel on the ground to gather the powder and dregs into a messy pile, and then pick them up and stuff them back as if nothing had happened. To be an adult is to know one's own powerlessness, and now Osamu Dazai knows better than anyone what it feels like to be powerless.

If he gets him, take him as his own, tear off the chains on him, and remove righteousness and righteousness from him, the magician who is the only one in the sky and the world will be controlled by him and marked by him , become his weapon or his trump card——

[Obviously a problem that can be completely solved with a single use of scorpion. ]

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing as he thought about it. He stood beside Gojo Satoru with his hands in his sleeves in a joking tone, and casually said, "Teacher Gojo, how about killing them all?"

Gojo Satoru turned his face sideways, with a lukewarm expression on his face, and he didn't say a word. In this way, he looked more like a proud and awkward white cat.

He threw away the two reformed men who rushed towards Osamu Dazai, wrinkled his nose, and then refused directly: "Not good."

Osamu Dazai had expected such a response a long time ago, he lowered his gaze, and bent his eyes a little helplessly.

[It's really unreasonable. ]

[How can there be such a good thing?Try to think of some endings that have the best of both worlds, only unreasonable children would ask for this. ]

Osamu Dazai slandered Gojo Gojo in his heart for a long time, picked and picked from the beginning to the end, and estimated that the person in front of him had already been slammed into the fire by him, and if the situation did not allow it, he would probably be bitten by the cat and bleed twice Hole, and then slowly said: "Teacher Wutiao."

"what!"

Osamu Dazai blinked, and began to stroke his hair with a smile on his face: "I know where Soso is hiding."

Gojo Wu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in a bewildered expression, his voice was full of inconceivability: "What? Why did you..."

Osamu Dazai's face changed, and he covered his chest on the spot, looking extremely distressed: "What? Mr. Gojo, you don't believe me? Or do you think I've defected to the camp of those disgusting things?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

Gojo Satoru said with a cold face, "Speak well to me."

It seems that he really made Gojo angry, Osamu Dazai thought, under normal circumstances Gojo Satoru would come back shamelessly, but now he acted like he pulled the tail of this cat—no, he really pulled this cat Cat's tail.

Osamu Dazai thought for a moment, thinking whether to say a few beautiful words to deceive him. He has always been very attractive to women, and he always opens his mouth with sweet words. Smile: "Ah, Wutiao..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him expressionlessly: "Where is it?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyelids and smiled silently: "It's not far from here, follow me."

He raised his foot and walked into the pile of reformed people. Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, pushed away a few passers-by who had just been thrown in, kicked a few reformed people far away, and reached out to grab Osamu Dazai's shoulder , pulling him back.

Osamu Dazai smiled at him again: "Thank you."

Wujo Wu's teeth were itchy, thinking to himself, why the hell are you thanking me, and now you want to thank me, so what did you do long ago?Then he thought, why don't you thank me when you have time and tell me what's going on with you—in other words, what's wrong with you?

He had already given up listening to the conclusions shown to him by Six Eyes, but chose to follow his intuition. At this moment, every nerve in him told him that something was wrong with the person in front of him. Qishen, but isolated himself even more tightly.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's eyes twitched slightly, and he glanced around from the corner of his eye. He was not a fool, so he naturally noticed the two lines of sight stuck behind him. In his opinion, the series of actions of the white-haired cat screamed "I will give you this!" It’s too many steps—why don’t you come to coax me” or something like that.

He thought about his plans for the future, and felt that he might have gone too far.

Osamu Dazai slowed down, and lightly tugged Gojo Satoru's sleeve.

Wujo Wupi smiled and raised the corners of his lips, but when he saw the smile on Dazai Osamu's face, his head that had been turning around suddenly froze. This person's smile became more and more gullible, but this kind of smile But Fa made the little panic in his heart explode suddenly.

He also noticed that the eyelashes of Osamu Dazai in front of him were really too long, and the lights above the subway were covered, casting a large shadow under his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Osamu Dazai smiled and said softly.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He silently followed behind this person as a qualified bodyguard, walked another part of the way, and let out a muffled tone. Osamu Dazai felt that this feeling was a bit new, after all, no one would let a mafia cadre do such a thing, He said casually: "There are so many people here."

He didn't know which point he hit Gojo Satoru again with his words, and the adult man who was a lot taller than him became unhappy again. If he was a cat, his white hair would probably explode.

"Yeah, there are really too many people, but there are always so many people in the subway station, and it's Halloween, if you go out now, maybe you can buy a jack-o-lantern and ask these people for some candy, Halloween Everyone will put some on their bodies, and if they are all killed, there will be no sugar—”

"Teacher Wutiao."

Osamu Dazai clasped his wrist with his backhand, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle: "I'm fine, nothing happened, okay?"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, and dragged the man behind him in a distracted manner, and changed the subject: "How long is it?"

Osamu Dazai glanced over the wall, carefully observed the vents on the ceiling, and simulated the layout in his mind, and finally stopped in front of a room on the right: "This is it."

Gojo Satoru lifted his foot and kicked the door flying out.

There is another exit in this room. Seeing Gojo Satoru, Ronso's face instantly became serious. He opened the doorknob of another door without hesitation, and inside the crack of the door was another world - the sea, the sun, And the beach.

It is a curse spirit similar to any door.

He occupied Xia Youjie's body, so he can use Xia Youjie's spells. The magic spell can be said to be as precious as the six eyes. Even Gojo Wu only has a few spells, but as a mantra The user of spiritual manipulation is undoubtedly the king of all spells.

There is no upper limit on the number of spells.

It was this curse spirit that saved him many times. After all, even Gojo Wu couldn't understand all the abilities of the curse spirit. He walked into the door with some regrets, while thinking about his next plan.

In the next moment, he felt his body suddenly hit a wall, and when he raised his eyes, a blue light burst out.

The ability of disqualification in the world is to nullify all spells.

Yansuo paused, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Gojo Wu's eyes of the sky were extremely cold, and a sharp dagger appeared in Dazai Osamu's hand at some point.

— Blood spattered everywhere.

Osamu Dazai clenched the dagger, and directly sliced ​​open Xia Youjie's head. His pupils shrunk to the size of a pinpoint and were dim, while the other hand precisely pinched the brain with teeth inside.

a bit.

Twice.

He half-kneeled next to Xia Youjie's body, with a sickly smile on his pale face, the sharp blade pierced the lump of flesh and blood, the clean coat was splashed with blood, the bandage was also splashed with blood, and his hands were bloody Yes, there are also spots of blood on his face.

When he raised the dagger again, another slender and powerful hand pinched his wrist.

"—It's fine." Gojo Satoru stared at him and said.