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Gojo Satoru had a gloomy face, and the gray cat flicked its tail, making Osamu Dazai's face watery, thinking that it would be a good choice to bite the bastard again, preferably until the teeth were completely embedded, but he felt that this This kind of behavior is too naive, and there is no need to do such a shameful thing. The reason for biting this person before was purely because the cat's body was linked to his subconscious mind at that time, and he couldn't control it.

Get the hell out of me, he thought, the cat in Osamu Dazai's hand suddenly struggled violently, the cat's claws hooked the cuff of the black coat, and he pulled it hard.

- pat.

A pitch-black minigun fell into the puddle with a snap, and it was clear that the safety had been pulled.

This time Gojo Satoru was thoroughly pissed off by Osamu Dazai, okay you bastard, Gojo Satoru thought, what are you doing with a gun in your sleeve?The faster I slip, the faster you plan to shoot?But Osamu Dazai only felt that the cat in his hand was finally not so hot, he relaxed a little bit, and bent down to pick up the gun on the ground in a leisurely manner.

A furry paw scratched his face.

This scene is really funny. The young cadres of the port mafia had a fight with a cat on the road. Gojo Satoru always felt that Osamu Dazai's fighting power was no better than half a goose. Even if he turned into a cat, Osamu Dazai's The fighting strength was still half a goose, and finally Osamu Dazai stuck the cat's head with a strange expression, extremely embarrassed, and the decency that existed a moment ago disappeared.

The gray hairball meowed, and Osamu Dazai pulled off the scarf impatiently. With gloomy eyes, he wrapped the cat so unceremoniously that it couldn't move. Suffering from pain, he opened the car door and slammed it shut forcefully. At the same time, he stepped on the gas pedal with one foot, holding the steering wheel with one hand, while holding down the cat on his leg with the other hand.

Pressing and pressing, the chin, neck and wrists were suddenly tightened by some sticky and wet soft tissue, and then pulled down hard, exactly the same as when he pulled the cat's tail that day.

With a bang, the car slammed into the railing on the side of the road. Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, lowered his head unkindly, but his expression suddenly froze.

The inside of the car was filled with the mucus peculiar to the arms and legs of mollusks at some point, and there were crimson indescribable tentacles in all directions, and the things around him tightened up a bit, and then the experience he tasted was like a horror movie A limited gift pack for the main character.

That fluffy cat shell can grow to be as tall as a person, and this shell can still do it.

Osamu Dazai was pressed on the driver's seat in a rather uncomfortable position, the tentacles wrapped around him suddenly cracked, and a clear blue eye grew out. He restrained his emotions and tried his best to bend his body so as to go He held the black Blok in his arms, and the next second he was picked up and trembling, the gun rolled out of the inner pocket of the coat, bumping and rolling all the way to the bottom of the seat.

"Fuck you." Osamu Dazai stared at that eye for a while, then said without emotion.

Tentacle slapped him.

It wasn't painful, but the wet mucus covered his head and face, and his expensive coat had long since disappeared. An indescribably disgusted expression appeared on Osamu Dazai's face, as if someone forced him to He ate a frog, he pulled the corners of his lips, squinted his eyes and said coldly and meanly: "What are you doing? You can't get out anyway, can you?"

Gojo Satoru was almost laughed out of anger, thinking that he should kill this ugly thing today.

Osamu Dazai pulled back his hand abruptly, grabbed the steering wheel, and pulled his face to get rid of those ghost things that made his scalp tingle. The wound on his body had only formed a shallow layer of scab. Pay attention to the proportions, but Osamu Dazai doesn't care about these things at all, his shirt is soaked in blood quickly again when he pulls it.

It was a gunshot wound to the lung.

The soft, slippery tentacles were in a stalemate with him for a few seconds, and then shrank back quickly. After a while, a gray long-haired cat appeared on the passenger seat, turned its head and stared at the side glass, and Osamu Dazai sneered. , locked the door casually, the ordinary black car splashed a lot of water, Gojo Satoru stared at the reflection in the window glass, took several deep breaths, and his eyelids kept twitching.

This road is not going back to that damn seaside villa, nor is it going to those five black buildings. Gojo Satoru stared out of the window for a while with a slumped face, then lay down in the dark, and took off the blindfold to cover his eyes .

Out of sight out of mind.

He closed his eyes for about half an hour—an hour—and when he opened his eyes, he found that they were still on the road. He looked at the dial and only 10 minutes had passed. Up there, the surrounding buildings were all dilapidated, he manipulated the cat to turn around, Dazai Osamu gave him a cold look, and stepped on the brakes to the end.

Affected by inertia, the gray ball of hair slid and was thrown to the ground.

A slender hand stretched out, grabbed the back of his neck, and got out of the car door on the side of the driver's seat. Gojo Satoru had accepted Dazai Osamu's various methods well, and he didn't even bother to move for a symbolic resistance. When the guy recovered from his injury, we would settle the accounts together. As a result, Osamu Dazai entered the stairwell but did not go up. He went all the way down, and finally stopped in front of a broken door full of rust.

Gojo Satoru: ...

He sees something wrong with this guy specifying where.

He felt a little bit of toothache intermittently, and a little stomachache on a psychological level. Dazai Osamu first threw the cat in his hand, and then went in to close the door. Gojo Satoru saw the iron chain hanging on the corner of the dilapidated house and collapsed a little.

This is probably some kind of basement where people used to live, and it was transformed into a room and a kitchen. Osamu Dazai coughed twice with his head down, and wrapped his coat tightly. One person and one cat confronted each other, and finally the one with a long mouth who could talk Man is the first to break the silence.

"Make a deal?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and made the cat meow ironically.

Make a shitty deal.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, ready to continue to play the role of the victim. He had just raised his head when he was ready, but a burst of severe pain came up, causing him to hold his wound and cough non-stop. Gojo Gojo looked at him indifferently. Glancing at him and then again, thinking that this person might be putting on a routine again, he forcibly diverted his attention, and threw a spell at the roughly analyzed place inside the prison gate.

A burst of white light.

Gojo Gojo was stunned, sat up suddenly from the ground, opened his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was the supernatural power that Osamu Dazai had found before that affected his analysis. Turn on the no-lower-limit technique to full coverage, but those white lights are even more unreasonable, engulfing the darkness inside the prison gate like a tide.

Osamu Dazai watched in astonishment as the cat was enveloped in white light. He touched the gun on his body and took a step back, wondering what went wrong.

But he really didn't know anything about mantras, and those lights only existed for a moment, and then a figure appeared in front of him.

Osamu Dazai cursed a few curse words silently in his heart, and looked away expressionlessly and troublesomely.

——Randolph's rumor that his ability can transcend time and space is actually true.

The person in front of him was still nearly a head taller than him, with a pair of strange little sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his soft, silvery white hair was even more unruly than the one he was familiar with. The big crystal clear blue eyeballs and the outrageously long white eyelashes suddenly changed places. The man was only slightly startled, and pulled down a small distance with the legs of his glasses.

"Hey——" he prolonged his tone: "The curse master is quite powerful this time, did you do it?"

Osamu Dazai asked nonchalantly, "What do you think?"

The 17-year-old Gojo Satoru sized up the person in front of him, let out a voice casually, and looked around, which made him a little genuinely confused. There is no magic formula in this place, not even the magic power. An ordinary basement, the door lock is new, and the corner chain has been on for a few years, use these things to deal with him...

What about trouble?

The person in front of him looks terrible too, no, where did he make himself so bad, Gojo Satoru secretly sighed, the thoughts in the head of 17-year-old DK may be dirtier than a trash can.

"Excuse me, let me go." He pointed at the door lock to Osamu Dazai, holding the lock head directly with his slender fingers, and pulled it back easily - the screw embedded in the lock head was cracked and twisted, The broken iron door creaked, and he tore it down with his bare hands. The man threw the iron plate into the room with a bit of disgust, put his hands in his trouser pockets, lowered his head and got out from the door frame——

In an instant, the information received by Six Eyes filled his head like an explosion.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands to block the rain in the sky, and opened his eyes to scan every inch in astonishment. Through the rain curtain, the neon signboards in the distance were blurred, and he looked back at Osamu Dazai again. Extreme thoughts appeared in his mind.

Different world?

"I also really want to say that this is just a dream." Osamu Dazai took a few steps forward unhurriedly, putting his hands in his pockets: "It's a pity that I can't wake up."

"Now let's talk about compensation." Under Gojo Gojo's indescribable gaze, he leaned against the wall slowly: "You demolished the door, where should we live tonight?"

"Teacher Wutiao?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"what?"