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Killing Gojo Satoru didn't feel much fun. He kicked away the metal box containing the weapon and bullets, and threw Dazai Osamu on the ground roughly and deliberately: "Are you sick?"

As soon as he saw Osamu Dazai, he knew that this aggressive person was unhappy again, he was unhappy again, hey, he was unhappy again--what the fuck, what does this person want all day long?

Osamu Dazai sat with his hands propped on the ground for a while without saying a word, then got up to set up the murder scene, and there was actually a person with supernatural powers among the people killed by this man, Gojo Satoru watched Dazai clean up for a while, He took out a small cake that he had protected very well from the paper bag. Except for the cherries adorned on it were a little crooked, there was no bump. After eating a small cake, he saw that Osamu Dazai had just cleaned up and wiped his hands. He was silent. As he was about to go to the stairwell, he reached out and grabbed the man by the collar: "Let's talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Tell me what you are taking me for." Gojo Satoru stroked his forehead hair irritably, and forced Dazai Osamu back: "The glass bead massage stick monster six-eyed mechanical electronic dog, anyway, it can't be me Right?"

He really felt that Osamu Dazai was mentally ill, abnormal in every sense of the word, he had emphasized countless times that he was not blind, if he lost his mana, he would lose his magic power, and if his six-eyes card was stuck, it would be stuck, that is not a good thing, he It's Gojo Satoru, not the incarnation of magic power, but Dazai Osamu, a bastard, is obstinately obsessed with some points that he can't understand at all.

Totally incomprehensible.

Osamu Dazai stared at those overly beautiful blue eyes through the lens for a while, then lowered his eyelashes: "I don't have any."

"You don't have anything?"

"I didn't treat you like that."

Gojo Satoru's eyelids twitched after hearing these words, and he wanted to take advantage of Dazai Osamu's unstable mood to ask a few more questions, the effect might be outstanding, but this man immediately raised his face, bent his eyes and smiled again Appearance: "Don't ask, I can't tell you even if I ask."

...It recovered very quickly, as if the gap that could be taken advantage of at that moment before did not exist from the beginning to the end.

"Well, since we have dealt with some of the enemies." Osamu Dazai grabbed Gojo Satoru's hand and stood up with strength: "I plan to go to Southern France first, and then take a boat to Sicily. After all, I don't know when there will be another attack."

Gojo Satoru said casually, and asked curiously if there really was a godfather in Sicily?

Osamu Dazai made up a few stories on the spot to fool them. Their current state should be regarded as a reconciliation. At least he smoothed Gojo Satoru's hair for the time being, but this attack was not so simple. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. , Just one point, killing people in the street - ordinary social organizations in the community do not do things so conspicuously.

But what does it matter to him, he's going to die anyway, he thought sarcastically.

"What are you planning?" Gojo Wujo asked abruptly.

How did this person suddenly become so sharp?Osamu Dazai looked calm, smiled and said no, reached into his pocket and stroked the keyhole of the box twice, he couldn't drag it any longer, he repeated it in his heart, just tonight, at the latest tonight.

Gojo Satoru stared at this person suspiciously for a while, Dazai Osamu's trust level with him had basically dropped to a negative number, but as long as Dazai Osamu was normal, he would not be so irritable, this is a wounded person, this is a sick person, he repeatedly Warn yourself that you need to be restrained with this person, be restrained.

"Let's buy another set of clothes." Wujo Satoru said, "Isn't that how it's done in movies?"

Osamu Dazai thought that you are so conspicuous, are you going to pretend to show someone, dye your hair?He stretched out his hand and ran through this man's soft hair twice. He was ready to die. Why did he hurt his eyes once before dying? Did the white hair turn purple?

But he still dragged his voice and sighed: "Okay."

It is obvious that Gojo Gojo has been to Paris many times, but his interest is much higher than that of Dazai Osamu, and he blatantly took out a card from this person, and swiped it from family to family along the Champs-Elysées Avenue. In the past, he went shopping blindly with a hammer here and there, and finally Osamu Dazai looked at the balance in the card and the paper bag in his hand, the corners of his eyes twitched, and a helpless smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

"I bought so many lipsticks, can I use them up?"

Osamu Dazai was sitting in a luxury store that was very expensive at first glance. He was particularly speechless to find that Gojo Satoru had directly wrapped up all the models. The young master finally remembered that he seemed to have a benefactor, and asked condescendingly: "Give me another card, this one is maxed out, do you want to buy something?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "I originally planned to make a linen kimono with mouse gray pinstripes, and then I planned to order a new suit. Now, I should buy a new suit."

"Okay, but don't act like you're buying your suit."

Dazai smiled silently.

But Gojo Satoru did not expect Osamu Dazai to be so troublesome in buying suits. He had never seen Osamu Dazai picky like this. He sat on the sofa and was bored reading magazines. This man was still paying attention to fabrics and tailoring. Afterwards, the sun had already sunk into the horizon, and Osamu Dazai finally chose a suit without haste, went to the fitting room to change, and asked while adjusting the cuffs, "How is it?"

"It's pretty." Gojo Satoru's gaze stayed on that pretty face, and after a while, he nodded.

Not only is it pretty, he thought Dazai Osamu was very beautiful in his suit a long time ago, and he can understand why this man has such a terrifying attraction to women. Now Dazai Osamu is casually wearing a black coat , inside is a three-piece double-breasted twill suit, the edge of the tie is fastened by a shining silver tie clip, and the hair on the left side is wrapped behind the ear by him, looking expensive and elegant.

Osamu Dazai looked slightly dissatisfied, but he swiped the card anyway, and took the initiative to pick up the paper bag containing Gojo Satoru's desserts. After that, they took a bunch of desserts and swiped another car. Of course, the car was chosen by Osamu Dazai. Yes, Gojo Satoru hadn't touched the steering wheel a few times in his life, and it was almost late at night after cleaning up. He wanted to go back to sleep for a change of mood, and then see if he could pry Dazai Osamu open after he woke up.

After all, you have to restrain yourself.

But Osamu Dazai couldn't do anything, he insisted on going to South France overnight, and it might be too late if he didn't leave. His enemies probably have already figured out his details, and they may come to him at any time, and maybe even let the combat-type superhuman Come to kill him, he looked at this man and muttered again, forget it, restrain yourself.

……

Convergence point.

Get the fuck back!

Two hours later, Gojo Satoru was pulled by Dazai Osamu, pinned to the ground and clasped his wrist. His clothes were torn and blood was seeping everywhere. The people with supernatural powers that Dazai Osamu mentioned had indeed chased after them, and the number far exceeded His prediction led them to hide in an old church and confront a group of people with supernatural powers. The other party did not break in because of Osamu Dazai's bluff, but it was only a matter of time.

Let’s not mention how much Osamu Dazai has tampered with them. Although he had a vague feeling that something was wrong before, he still couldn’t connect a series of things together until Osamu Dazai took out the locked box from his body. Reveal the silver key inside.

The imprint of that silver key is the taint of his spell.

His spell power and another unknown energy mixed together and covered the metal surface. His six eyes, which had been stuck for a long time, finally started to function at this moment, and a huge flow of information poured into his mind like overwhelming.

The time inside the prison gate is static, so his three years have also remained static, but the time fluctuation caused by the silver key has just come to an end. As it is, it is not, he will only refresh the time flow again.

—he understood it all.

——He just wants to kill Osamu Dazai here!

"If you dare touch that key."

Gojo Satoru seemed to lose his sense of pain, staring closely at Dazai Osamu's blue pupils, which were horribly bright in the night, full of violence and madness, with a perverse smile on his lips: "You will regret it."

Osamu Dazai's face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat on his forehead, he smiled at Gojo Satoru, his voice was a little unsteady: "I won't."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the old-fashioned silver key with all his strength.

[--Human disqualification. ]