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"—what am I unhappy about?"

Osamu Dazai pulled the corner of his lower lip, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his voice was soft: "I'm not unhappy."

If there is no prison gate, under normal circumstances, the 29-year-old Gojo Gojo would smile and tease a few words of power as an interruption, and then turn the matter over, but the 17-year-old Gojo Goto would go back face to face if he was a little bit dissatisfied, beautiful His two big eyes stared at Osamu Dazai for a while, and the man pursed his lips and snorted heavily.

"Why don't you laugh a little more? I'll take a photo and print it out as an advertisement and post it around your dilapidated house, so that you can feel good all the time?"

Osamu Dazai stopped laughing, stared at Gojo Satoru for a few seconds, turned around neatly, knocked the heel of his leather shoes on the ground, and walked out without looking back, but was caught within a few steps. The man tugged on the hood of the sweater and pulled it back abruptly.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, he wanted to be beaten to death: "Where are you going?"

Osamu Dazai squeezed out a sneer from between his lips, feeling a little funny amidst the absurdity, he slapped that hand off lightly, and pointed to the little girl in Gojo Satoru's arms: "Where do you want to send her after you go out? Hospital? Expect me to lend you money?"

Gojo Satoru's face froze suddenly.

Osamu Dazai smiled hypocritically, and his face became more cheerful: "And what are you going to do when you lose your magic power?"

Gojo Satoru frowned, and finally grasped the point: "Are you upset because I lost my spell power?"

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face cooled down little by little, and finally returned to that expressionless mask. He habitually put his pockets in, turned and walked out.

This time Gojo Satoru didn't bother him, but obediently followed behind with the little girl in his arms, while slandering that the mask on this man's face was probably as thick as a wall, looking at those old foxes who annoyed him a bit The difference is the same, people like Osamu Dazai, he has always stayed far away, but how could his future self get together with such a person——he thought in disbelief.

Osamu Dazai caught a glimpse of this man's expression from the corner of his eye, saw his dirty hair and clothes, and the gloom in his kite-colored eyes deepened. The last time Gojo Satoru was so embarrassed was because he grabbed this man Detonated a bunch of c4, but he didn't have much emotional fluctuations at that time, Osamu Dazai knew very well that as long as he let go of his hand and reversed the spell, this person was the strongest conjurer who was too strong.

He had seen Gojo Satoru once before, and it was really beautiful enough to be sent to the film festival for awards. The light emerging from the white fingertips had unimaginable lethality. , This person has a fluffy and soft breath like a dessert shop, all of which form a complete Gojo Satoru——

Now this wholeness is broken.

Osamu Dazai has always had complicated feelings towards Gojo Satoru. At first he pretended to be obedient, but after he found out that he couldn't hide it from this person, he gradually became a habitual bad taste, especially when Gojo Satoru brought him from various places. Dessert snacks came back and knocked on the door with a small paper bag. Although he didn't like those cakes, he didn't dislike them, and it was quite interesting to let this person choose small cakes from the window in distress.

Bringing Wutiao Wuguan back to the prison gate is not entirely because he wants to use this person's power as a hole card.

At some point, his original intention of sealing turned his head and changed the direction. He saw Gojo Satoru's various attempts and efforts. He was bored and felt a little bit scratched a few times. After withdrawing his consciousness from the book, he Felt nauseous, dizzy, like someone had stuck a spatula down his throat.

He just woke up with a bitter taste in his mouth, thinking that there should be a few candies in this man's pocket. Among such a pile of grotesque and dirty things, Gojo Satoru stands out particularly, with white hair, white eyelashes and blue eyes like fire badges. Branded in his pupils, even if he looks embarrassed, it does not hinder the integrity and beauty of that person. Osamu Dazai walked up to Gojo Satoru, staring at those blue eyes that seemed to have frozen the color of the sky, he didn't know what he was thinking.

So annoying.

He looked at those blue eyes that lit up for a moment when he saw him, and the joy and trust that the man didn't notice flashed through. After solving the problem, Gojo Satoru finally relaxed, like a dog with a tense back. The cat curled up limply again, he lowered his eyes and felt nothing, but the bitter taste on the base of his tongue became stronger and stronger, Gojo Satoru could still smell the bakery on him even if he was dirty The taste of dessert shop.

With his hand in his coat pocket, he rubbed the detonator with his thumb. The subway was very dark. The incandescent lamp above his head was old, and the filament sublimated into dense stains that stuck to the bulb. He walked behind Gojo Satoru. He was going fast, he had to quicken his pace, but he didn't want to walk so fast. When he was approaching the subway entrance, many scenes flashed through his head, and finally he was frozen in a blue and clear sea.

He stopped and listened to himself say, "Three messages."

After he came back, he looked drunk every day, but he was actually more sober than anyone else. Every time he returned to the villa facing the sea, he could immediately lock the fluffy white cat, even if its existence made him irritated, sometimes he was caught by a woman He fell on the floor in his arms, turned his face sideways, and pressed his ears to the floor tiles, and he could hear the light, short, small steps. Every time, he would wander around outside twice before approaching, and after a while, he would run away to find someone else. The place stays still.

He thought, Wujo Wu should no longer have candy in his pocket.

But he is not short of those few candies, Dazai thought again, no matter what, the person has already brought it back, since this person yelled the beginning on his own, and wanted to call the end, he didn't know what to do, Dazai squinted his eyes in his heart He planned a bunch of ways to make the cat calm down completely, but he never implemented it. He was too busy, he thought, wait until he was free to talk about it, and then dragged it on for countless days, until the prison gate was under his nose. Become a sieve, full of holes.

If Gojo Satoru really breaks through the seal, Osamu Dazai really can't do anything about him with this person's ability. He doesn't want Mori Ogai—or the port mafia who knows that there is such a person, let alone who in this world Verlaine, who can be evenly matched with Wujo Wujo and liberate the singularity of supernatural powers, probably can.

Then, like a joke of fate, he dragged Wujo Wu, who was almost a blank sheet of paper, to him. The 17-year-old Wujo Wu had just experienced Xia Youjie's defection, but compared to the future one, he was very childish and indifferent A lot, but the sweet smell on his body has been the same for ten years. It stands to reason that after he lost too much blood, he should wrap himself into a ball every night according to the doctor's instructions, but last night he was squeezed into the narrow iron bed, with constant pressure on his side. There was a temperature, wrapped in a thin quilt, did not feel cold.

Until I heard this person say in a nonchalant tone, "I have no spell power."

"recover?"

"I can't."

Osamu Dazai's first reaction was the problem of the prison gate. He found out that after the prison gate was completely sealed, the conjurers inside would be destroyed. However, the prison gate was not completely sealed. What does it mean to lose the magic power?What does it mean to change to a world without mana?What if it can't be recovered?

In an instant, he had thought of countless possibilities, none of which were related to his loss of the so-called hole card.

Gojo Satoru is really inexplicable.

He followed Osamu Dazai, like a curious cat that would spill milk at any time. After walking for a while, he suddenly smacked Osamu Dazai's arm with his elbow: "You are so strange, I don't have the magic power to correct you." Do you have any influence?"

Osamu Dazai turned his face to the side, and answered the question with a question: "Being chased so badly by those people outside, you have no idea?"

"Idea?" Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly, "It's quite convenient to have the magic power."

Osamu Dazai glanced lightly at the little girl in Gojo Satoru's arms, his expression was inexplicable, and after a few seconds, he changed into a very ordinary tone: "If you have the power of mantra, you can do more."

Wujo Wumao bent his waist and looked around, looking for traces of the enemy, and replied casually: "No."

He just said it casually without any explanation, but Osamu Dazai already understood what he meant—even if he has no magic power, he can still do what he wants to do, this explanation made Osamu Dazai laugh, He laughed inexplicably, until his body trembled, causing Gojo Satoru to cast a surprised look at him, he waved his hand at the man, stood up straight, lowered his eyes and walked towards the exit.

Whether it is the six eyes that can see through everything, the powerful and terrifying spells, or the magic power that makes one a conjurer, others are envious of the existence that is so jealous that he vomits blood——

This person really didn't care at all.

Unbelievably free and easy, unbelievably casual, those clear and beautiful eyes of the sky are still clear and clear, without any haze, and the beautiful face only reveals a little novelty, even after the sudden change of the world and the drastic changes in the surrounding environment. There is no panic.

A long time ago, Osamu Dazai discovered that Gojo Satoru is very good at fooling, and he can't be said to be fooling. After all, this person's six eyes can see through everything easily. To get to the bottom of it, he may have to go to the library to read a few big tomes, but he can replace it with Gojo Satoru. So far, he has only asked a few questions out of curiosity and interest, and he will be done after asking.

It is very chic, as light as a crane, and it will not leave any traces when it falls into the snow.

"Hey, can you take off my sunglasses for me?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Gojo Satoru's sleeves being pulled tightly by the child. After covering it a little, Osamu Dazai raised his hand and squeezed the temple of his glasses: "Take it off?"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru smiled at him lightheartedly: "It's not necessary now."

He didn't feel any pressure at all from losing his spell power. He had to describe his feeling as if he fell from mid-air, and then suddenly found that even if he stepped on the ground to see the world, it was still colorful.

Six Eyes is a passive skill that has existed since he was born. It allows him to perform a series of operations such as unlimited spells and reverse spells, but it also brings him a lot of side effects.

——Six Eyes is uncontrollable to receive information. It can analyze everything he sees and force it into his head at any time, and it will also consume a lot of energy. Had to wear a goggle or specially made sunglasses to block the eyes.

The amount of information received and analyzed by the Six Eyes is so large that no one except Wujo Wu knows what it feels like.

——Nothing can be forgotten, everything is stuffed in.

In one second, Six Eyes instilled this information into his brain, and in the next second, the huge information that Six Eyes re-instilled was another brand-new appearance. Therefore, Gojo Satoru seldom thinks seriously about anything, and his attention shifts quickly, let alone Holding on to something, the troubles that ordinary people will experience are outright luxuries for him,

take over.

lay down.

That's it.

Because of the six eyes, he lived until he was 16 years old, and he didn't even have a complete set of views on good and evil. Before Xia Youjie defected, he used his best friends as indicators of good and evil. He believed what Xia Youjie said.

If on the day Riko Tennei was killed, Xia Youjie would have nodded and said to kill all of these people when he asked the question "Should I kill all of them?" Curse Master.

Now that there is no magic power, Six Eyes is like a latest system installed in an ancient model computer, almost completely scrapped. For the first time, Gojo Satoru looks at the world from the perspective of ordinary people. There is no information that can fill his head. It is a mountain, but the water is water.

He looked at Osamu Dazai. This was the first time he really saw this person. He was wrapped in a ridiculous thick coat. Now he saw that this person's disguise was impeccable. If it were him now, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize him. This person is gone.The road led by Osamu Dazai was extremely safe, so safe that he didn't even see a single person along the way. While looking around, he thought very delicately about where he should put Osamu Dazai.

But this question is obviously too difficult for Gojo Satoru now, until he sat in the co-pilot and waited for Osamu Dazai to come out of the underground clinic, he didn't think of a reason.

It was raining heavily outside again, and the rain blurred the whole city. The church made of red bricks was shrouded in a light gray rain curtain.

Osamu Dazai had already taken off his disguise when he came out. He was wearing a wide hooded sweater with a choking dog's head printed on his chest, and patent leather shoes on his feet. Gojo Satoru saw this man push open the bronze wooden door, Mingming took a transparent plastic umbrella, but he refused to open it. With the other hand covering the top of his head, he walked quickly towards the direction of the broken car.

click.

He opened the door of the driver's seat and got in together with the outside moisture. He rolled up the umbrella properly and put it in the back seat. After the door closed, the sound of the rain became much quieter. Gojo Satoru leaned against the rear Back, the body tilted a little towards this person.

"after……"

"..."

Gojo Satoru blinked, water droplets fell on the end of the curly hair of the man in front of him, and fell wetly along the jaw line. The touch on his lips was soft and dry, and the pair of eyes close to him The kite-colored eyes that were close at hand watched him quietly, the man's lips were a little pale, but the shape of his lips was extremely beautiful, and the moisture diffused in through the cracks in the window, giving off a subtle coolness.

Seeing Gojo Satoru's confused expression, Osamu Dazai showed a very slight, very slight smile, which was very gentle, pure, and concealed a little imperceptible tiredness.

"Go back?"