Did Yokohama Bungo write today?

The boy raised an innocent smile.

"Hey, hello! Is there a handsome human trafficker like me?" Gojo Satoru retorted dissatisfiedly.

"So you admit that you are a human trafficker?" [Osamu Dazai] did not hesitate, "Only human traffickers would secretly follow others for a whole week."

After speaking, the boy stared at Gojo Satoru with a look of scum.

Gojo Satoru stated the truth in a serious manner: "I didn't follow secretly, I just happened to pass by openly."

"Shameless..." The red-haired boy's dull hair was raised, and he seemed to have a tinge of youthful vigor.

Gojo Satoru filtered out the young man's thoughts about the curse spirit, he showed a consistent smile, and looked directly at the curse spirit behind the boy: "You should know what state this 'Tang' is in right now. "

"Pervert, please don't call other people's names familiarly."

"It's too much! He was a human trafficker just now, but now he has become a pervert?" Gojo Satoru deliberately complained aggrieved, successfully causing serious discomfort in the boy's heart.

Not being confused by Gojo Satoru's appearance, [Dazai Osamu] took a few steps back invisibly, and guarded the man's next move together with the curse spirit behind him.

Gojo Satoru was just watching with great interest the curse spirit's protection of the young man. It was clearly an existence that could easily kill humans, but because of the young man, it only intimidated others.

In contrast, if the difference between the curse spirit and the human appearance is removed, the well-behaved boy who is like a doll in front of him is more like a curse spirit full of malice.

The ominous mantra around him was like sticky black mud, comparable to the little witch in last night's dream.

Gojo Satoru's intuition told him that it was the seemingly powerless young man who took the initiative, and it was the human-shaped curse spirit who maintained some delicate balance.

And, treating the mantra spirit as a human being, Wujo Wu narrowed his eyes slightly under the sunglasses, really wanting to know what is the relationship between them.

If he knew Gojo Satoru's inner thoughts, Yui Hanyu would only tell him in his heart that the relationship between "I" and "I" is pure.

Since he entered this world again, he has been looking for traces of the corroder in the relevant area locked by the "book".

But the intruder didn't find it, but he was told by the "book" that an important person was investigating him.

Yui Hanyu originally thought that he was the same person of Bungo-sensei, until the "shu" passed on the relevant information of the blindfolded Stoka to himself, and he was disappointed to realize that Mr. Stoka was just an aborigine in this world, but It is also one of the ceilings of combat power.

Most of the information about this Mr. Gojo was related to spells, and many things touched Yui Hanyu's knowledge blind spot, which made Hanyu think for a long time before deciding on his future actions.

All in all, he didn't want to fight against the ceiling of the magic world, and his current combination vest was in an indescribably half-blackened state, so it was best to show that he was harmless under certain conditions.

So, he took out a beautiful tear-jerking script written by Ms. Jasmine and directed by Mr. Tanizaki.

Hanyu said sorry to the two teachers in his heart beforehand, but he still found out his conscience and changed many places in the script that still needed harmony.

It's just that Mr. Wujo is so frivolous!

He played bitterly.

Gojo Satoru turned his head sideways, watching the boy unconsciously release the black mud-like mantra, the viscous mantra connected the boy and the mantra, seeming to maintain a fragile balance.

It was as if a person who had nothing to do with the curse was forcibly equipped with all related skills, starting from the boy and the curse spirit, constantly radiating strange fluctuations of curse power to the surroundings.

Unable to see through, Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin with great interest, the young man who obviously possessed powerful mantra power but seemed unable to use it, and the human-shaped mantra spirit who seemed to still retain his sanity.

Coupled with the new tasks issued by those old oranges.

Is Yokohama so outstanding?

Rich in super-grade spells?

"It seems that you don't know how to use magic power at all?" Gojo Gojo walked deep into the alley confidently, "but it seems to know something about magicians and magic spirits."

"No matter how you look at it, it's very suspicious!" He smiled, and there was a faint threat in his tone.

The boy did not show timidity, his golden cat pupils glowed with a strange light, he stared motionlessly at Gojo Satoru's sunglasses, trying to observe those strange eyes through them.

"You are more suspicious!" The cat-like boy showed his sharp claws, "You are investigating that matter!"

"Oh—" Gojo Satoru clenched his fist with one hand and lightly placed it on the open palm of the other, as if suddenly enlightened, "So you know about this too!"

"However, the secretary said that the person who investigated that matter is not necessarily a bad person." The young man seemed to have thought of someone's order, and his tone softened a little.

But Gojo Satoru's next sentence made the boy's face change.

"That's why I shouldn't have let you go." Wujo Wujo had a mischievous smile on his face, "The ominous spell power and the super magic spirit... no matter where it is placed—"

"They will all be sentenced to death in secret!"

Death - bad subject.

[Osamu Dazai] whose mental state was not stable before suddenly constricted his pupils, and he laughed dryly a few times, like a wind-up doll that was about to break.

"Dead...death?" The boy covered his eyes with his hands and muttered to himself, "Right? Why is a useless person like me still alive..."

"I still... don't deserve to live..." The boy put down his hands, with a disturbing smile on his face.

The curse spirit behind him lost all his sanity when he heard the word "death", the temperature around him suddenly rose, and the raging flames hit the direction where Wujo Wu was, but the place where the boy was was safe .

"Don't—leave me—"

"Dazai is... like a god..."

The crazy voice of the curse spirit kept echoing in the alley, as if it was constantly calling for a certain hope, or the sweetest curse.

"Live!"

"I... can't find my... home..."

Death seems to be taboo for this odd pairing - the living who wants to die and the dead who wants his friend to live.

No matter from which side you look at it, it will generate a curse that is not very good.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, unhurriedly preparing for the next attack from the curse spirit, but unexpectedly discovered that the boy seemed to have forcibly returned to his previous state.

"Stop quickly—Tan!" The boy stopped the mantra in a panic, "Don't hurt others!"

Question: Will ordinary super-level cursed wraiths be so obedient?

Answer: Yes.He'll even wrap a bandage around your neck to make sure you're safe.

The engulfing flames disappeared in an instant, Gojo Satoru looked at the interacting "two people" in disbelief, and refreshed his views on the humanoid curse spirit.

"Then, Dazai-kun, let's sit down and have a good chat." Gojo Satoru pointed to the shopping bag that was placed in the corner at some time, but his tone could not refuse, "Let's set the location at that dessert shop."

"Let's talk about your affairs."

"After all, it's Kuroto who suddenly appeared in Yokohama."

......

A quarter of an hour later.

"Why?" Gojo Satoru bit the spoon, eating ice cream out of place in the hot pot restaurant, "Don't children nowadays like sweets?"

"Tan said, it's still spring, and it's still too cold to eat ice cream." [Osamu Dazai] sat obediently opposite Gojo Satoru, quietly waiting for the clerk's service, not forgetting to retort, "Also, I'm not a child !"

"Give me some potato chips, please."

"Sister, do you have any chicken rolls!"

Gojo Satoru rested his chin, watching [Osamu Dazai] skillfully acting like a baby with the waitress, he immediately admired the child's ability to change his face.

"The environment here is not as good as the dessert shop just now." Gojo Satoru tried to return to the shop just now.

"No, I want to eat hot pot." Little Cherry refused angrily, "And Mr. Stoka, we are in the box. It's very quiet and there is no one else."

The boy paused.

"Tan can also come out."

Gojo Satoru soon understood what "Tan can come out" meant.

I saw the human-shaped curse spirit skillfully put all kinds of hot pot ingredients into the pot in an orderly manner, and did not forget to mix the sauce for the boy.

"Add a little more MSG."

Acting like a baby has become [Dazai Osamu]'s instinct.

"I'm adding a little more!"

The boy and the mantra were interacting harmoniously, and Gojo Satoru on the side simply studied the dishes the boy had chosen.

"what is this?"

"Brains."

"Can people eat this kind of thing?" This is a serious doubt from the sweet party.

The red-haired boy gave Wujo Satoru a strange look, and replied in puzzlement:

"An Wu said that eating hot pot requires brains.

"Isn't this common sense?"