I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and bent his eyes: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Gojo Satoru stared at him without blinking, his eyes fell on the blood spots on his face. After a long time, he let go of his fingers, bowed his back a little, and said nonchalantly, "It's fine if this guy dies."

Dazai smiled.

"It's also the first time I've seen this kind of monster, in order to avoid future troubles." Osamu Dazai faced Gojo Satoru's gaze, lowered his body, and straightened Xia Youjie's body. He wiped the splashed blood with his sleeve Clean and tidy, after finishing all these, he sent Xia Youjie's body to Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru opened a pair of clear blue eyes, his heart was like a cat scratching, he wished to tear off the outer shell of the person in front of him, but Dazai Osamu looked impeccable from any angle and at any time, even Laughing all the time, the kite-colored pupils are full of flirtatious smiles, good-looking, and very charming, but it makes him feel unreal no matter what.

Osamu Dazai leaned back a little teasingly: "What? Is there something wrong with me?"

Gojo Satoru immediately replied: "Yes."

Nothing is right, nothing is right.

He didn't expect that what he said would make this person react, but Dazai Osamu was stunned, and fell silent uncharacteristically, and slowly put his hand in his pocket again, like a little garbage raccoon washed with water, Five Enlightenments.

He pretended not to care again: "So, what's going on?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at Gojo Satoru's slightly convulsed wrist, and saw the whites of his bloodshot eyes. This man's eyes have always been clean and pure, like the extension of the sky. His appearance at this moment is not because of the attacks of those reformers. It was Xia Youjie's body in his hand, as well as those students who died of injuries or not.

It made him think of the big cat who was wounded by a bullet, licking the wound while vigilant, and wagging its tail from time to time.

Osamu Dazai sighed lightly: "It's okay."

He paused immediately and added an apology.

Hearing this apology, Gojo Satoru almost lost his temper with Osamu Dazai. He closed his eyes and opened them again anxiously. His beautiful face seemed to be frozen by frost. After he died, the tent set up at Shibuya subway station Naturally, it also disappeared, and other conjurers could come in, and he was not responsible for the rest of the follow-up work, so he opened his long legs, walked several steps at a step, and walked quickly.

But no matter when he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, Osamu Dazai would follow behind him silently and indifferently, with a peaceful expression, but he was also indescribably tired.

Wujo Wu's leather shoes slammed heavily on the ground, he couldn't bear it anymore, but still showed a cold expression: "What the hell are you—"

"Three messages."

Osamu Dazai seemed to have guessed what he was going to say a long time ago, and he still walked forward on his own, and then stopped at the position of a few steps above him. They were almost at the top floor, about tens of meters away, The bright white light streamed in from the subway entrance, and the smile on this man's lips cast shadows interlaced with light and dark.

Gojo Satoru raised his face and pricked his ears to listen to this man's explanation, but he caught the subtle and ominous ticking sound first. It was the sound of mechanical parts and gears, thanks to the countless times he had encountered over the years. Assassinated, he instantly realized what the voice represented.

blasting.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously wants to expand the domain. The weapons of ordinary human society are useless to him, even if a ton of C4 is detonated within one meter of him, it doesn't matter.

[According to the distance from the sound source, the radius of the field is set to 05 kilometers, and the duration is...]

"—Crack."

A hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist firmly. This hand was bound by a silver handcuff made of special metal, which was extremely strong, so tight that it could embed deep dents in the flesh.

On the other end of the handcuffs is himself.

The mantra that existed naturally like breathing dissipated completely in an instant.

Gojo Satoru turned his face blankly, and met those kite-colored pupils like a deep pool, and met that light smile—the information received by Six Eyes was so much that it seemed to burst his head, but the brain But like a machine that lacks oil, it can't handle it no matter what.

In the ear is the beeping sound of faster and faster mechanical gears colliding.

In the next second, he yanked Osamu Dazai in his direction, tightly encircling his waist, with such great strength that he could almost hear the creaking of his bones, then covered his ears, and turned around , fell to the passage against the wall,

- Boom!

Osamu Dazai's dark eyes were shining brightly under the light of the fire. The man surrounding him was a whole circle taller than him. At this moment, those terrifying and scalding heat waves were all blocked out. Apart from feeling his skin burnt He was so hot that he didn't get hurt at all, but the muscles of the person who was touching him twitched physiologically because of the pain.

The man's pointed chin rested on the top of his head.

Blood oozed from the wound drop by drop, converging into a river, soaking Osamu Dazai's coat, and the last round of explosion dispersed, Gojo Satoru let go of his hands, curled his knees to support his body, and lowered his head, he faced the impact of the explosion , The ears buzzed continuously, and it took a long time to catch some sounds.

The mantra still couldn't repair the body, and the hand still held his wrist.

Great strength, irresistible.

And the person in his arms was pale, with a faint smile still on his lips, with a smile in his eyes, looking at him with a light smile.

It's really not a good thing, Gojo Wujo thought angrily, this person is really bad, if he knew he should have kicked this guy down the stairs, why bother to hurt himself so badly?

He felt pain again, his whole body ached, and there probably wasn't a good piece of flesh behind him, he coughed twice as he thought about it, this action affected his broken ribs, causing another burst of pain.

Osamu Dazai sat up very slowly, half hugged the person he had almost killed, and his other hand was vainly wrapped around the person's back. He glanced at the bandages on his hands. There was no trace of the original snow-white color, but wet blood, so he looked at those blue eyes that he hated so much but were always attracted to.

Even at this time, those eyes were still beautiful and clean, and they were opened with all their strength, wet, like the sky washed by rain, and like the precious gemstone he treasured in the safe, full of confusion and confusion. sad.Her hair, which was as white as snow, was dusty and gray. It was a dirty and embarrassed cat.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand and rubbed his slender white eyelashes with his knuckles. Gojo Satoru looked clean from the front, but he made a mess after being rubbed like this.

He stared at the snow-white hair hanging in front of his eyes, those soft hairs were in strands, trembling very lightly, it must be very painful, the pain was so painful that he couldn't control his body's conditioned reflex, he saw the man move Lips, there's no need to listen, he also knows what the other party wants to ask.

Dazai smiled.

"Three messages."

In order to take care of the ear that was stabbed by the explosion, he deliberately spoke very slowly, and every word was clear enough.

"Xia Youjie is gone."

Even though Wutiaowu was injured like this, his thinking was still quick enough, and he immediately realized the meaning contained in the simple words Xia Youjie had gone - gone, he had heard countless times in his life that so and so would go away Death is replaced by another word, which sounds milder, but does not change its cruel nature.

After a long time, he moved slightly to show that he knew.

Osamu Dazai also nodded, and calmly stated the second news.

"Qihai Jianren has left."

Wujo Wuxuxu's opened eyes suddenly widened, and his loose eyes were condensed into a bunch, nailed to Dazai Osamu's face, as if to distinguish the truth of this news, he didn't act excessively, and he didn't show any resistance, just the corners of his eyes It was a little red, but Osamu Dazai rubbed around his eye sockets before, and couldn't see it too much.

Osamu Dazai smiled again, and looked away from this man. With his free hand, he took out a small square cube and threw it on the ground. The small cube rolled around a few times and hit five Satoru's shoe toe stopped.

"The third message." He didn't wait for Gojo Satoru to ask him what the cube was, and said flatly, "I'm leaving too."

Gojo Wujo wondered what fart you were doing, you are not doing well now, you are so alive and kicking that I can’t let go of your hand, but since I saw this person at the subway station, I have vaguely existed, since I saw this person for the first time That Osamu Dazai in the red scarf, no, the panic that existed earlier suddenly rose, and his mind uncontrollably flashed through the future that he had glimpsed for a short time.

A young man addicted to sensuality and blowing smoke rings.

A man with a handsome face in a red scarf with swaying clothes.

……

——Prison Gate Frontier.

— open the door!

The prison gate is a living barrier, there is nothing that cannot be sealed, and the conditions of use are equally strict. It is necessary to let Wujo Wu stay in a place with a radius of about four meters for 1 minute.

However, this 1 minute is 1 minute of the time in Wujo Satoru's mind.

Since it is a living enchantment, the state of the prison gate opening can almost be called mental pollution. A large piece of scarlet flesh several meters high was stretched into a square and stood in front of Gojo Wu. The flesh rolled twice and grew a huge The eyes were blue and clear, and the huge pupils reflected the dazed expression of the white-haired man.

Like an ambushed deer.

[……Why? ]

Gojo Satoru gathered his shoulders, the slippery and squirming flesh tied him immobile, the smell of rust, the tighter and tighter restraints - he regarded all these as nothing, turned his face stiffly, his teeth clenched Biting, the pupils contracted into a small spot, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

"why?"

The murderer lowered his eyes, found a thin iron wire with his slender fingers, and poked twice on the handcuffs casually. The iron ring that locked his wrist fell apart with a clang, and he felt in his pocket again. That choker.

I asked the shopkeeper to engrave a name out of bad humor before, took it back and stuffed it in my pocket casually, and kept forgetting to take it out.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his wrists, stretched out his hand to cover Gojo Satoru's side face, looked at him tenderly, then lightly touched his eyelids with his lips, and with a movement of his fingers, the slender black leather ring was fastened on.

He looked at his masterpiece carefully for a while, seemed to be very satisfied, and laughed again, with smiles on the corners of his brows and eyes, and he bent his eyes when he had laughed enough.

"...It's nothing, just get some sleep."