One night in the previous week.

Gojo Satoru stood on a high place, looking at the Japanese-style house surrounded by bright red peach blossom trees.

He knew he was dreaming.

The last time he felt this way was when he met a magician with a strange hairstyle when he went to Sicily to complete a special mission.

Even if he is invincible, he can escape from the illusion quickly even if he encounters the plot of a pineapple illusionist, and he can even eat a lot of desserts related to pineapple afterwards in retaliation.

However, he was more curious this time, just like the super-level curse incident he investigated recently.

Pulling others into the illusion so silently, without being noticed by myself, the other party is definitely related to the boy with the curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru explores in the created dream. He can hear clear voices, see exact scenery, and even perceive the passage of time.

Just like the real world, even the pain is well imitated.

He picked a hanging peach blossom with interest, and while playing with the creation in the dream, he walked deep into the woods.

In the dream, there is an endless peach blossom forest, and the density of peach blossoms can be compared with the previous Yokohama cherry blossom incident.

Bright red peach blossoms bloom endlessly, surrounding the houses deep in the woods, the breeze blows, and the peach blossoms dance like dancing flames.

Gojo Satoru pulled a handful of peach branches, and following the remaining sparse branches, he saw a red-haired toddler playing football under the peach blossom tree.

"La la la~ la la la~ la la la~" The child in a dark blue kimono sang a self-made song, playing alone under the peach blossom tree.

Why is this child's voice so familiar? Gojo Satoru couldn't think of where he had heard a similar voice before.

The boy suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Gojo Satoru. The golden cat pupils were very cute, but there was nothing inside them, only blankness and emptiness.

Isn't this the boy I've been investigating recently?

Although a little younger, the easily recognizable dull hair is still there.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand confidently, but the boy didn't respond, he lowered his head and continued to pat the ball.

Gojo Satoru walked forward with great interest, and stood in front of the boy carelessly. The boy didn't raise his head, as if he couldn't see his existence.

It seemed that the person in the dream couldn't see himself. Gojo Satoru squatted in front of the boy, trying to move his stupid hair, but his right hand easily passed through the boy's body.

It's a pity, obviously you can meet peach blossoms, but you can't meet boys?

"Young master!" A servant's voice came from a distance, and the boy's hand that was hitting the ball became stiff instantly. The ball bounced off the ground and rolled to the tallest peach blossom tree.

The boy subconsciously went to pick up the ball, but was taken away by the hurried servant with a pale mask, leaving only the lone red ball.

The boy never made any resistance.

Gojo Satoru instinctively went to pick up the ball, and when his fingers touched the ball, the surrounding scene immediately changed subtly.

It was still a crimson and ominous peach blossom forest, but the tallest peach blossom tree suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a huge white plum blossom tree.

The ball in his hand also turned into a white mask, similar to the one worn by the servant before, as if it was a smiling ghost mask.

Gojo Satoru turned the mask over, except that the workmanship was too delicate and could scare a child to tears, but there was nothing special about it.

The ending can be guessed at a glance, Gojo Satoru lost some interest.

At this time, the story has a new development, Gojo Satoru simply throws the mask under a certain peach tree.

A slightly older boy appeared, his thin body standing out of place among the other children, as if he was taking pictures.

Gojo Satoru found that, except for the protagonist in the dream, all the people wore various masks, and even the expressions on the masks could change from time to time.

The boy looked around at the children around him, showing a "healthy" smile like those distorted masks.

The moment the photo was taken, the scene changed again, this time seemingly inside a house.

The men were socializing, and the women gathered around looking at pictures of their children.

"Ah! Mr. Xiuzhi is so cute!" The women wearing ghost masks kept praising the boy who couldn't smile normally, "Look at how sweet his smile is."

The boy hiding at the corner of the stairs tried to tighten his body, looking at the people wearing different masks downstairs through the gap in the railing.

With the sudden spontaneous combustion of that photo, the surroundings returned to the previous scene, and the boy grew up a bit.

Unlike the previous few times, the time has also changed this time, as if it was dusk when the sun was setting.

The setting sun slowly sinks to the west, soaking the sunset glow in the sky, and even staining the pure white plum tree red.

The tall and straight boy could be called a teenager. He was holding a crimson book eagerly, as if he was going to meet someone.

The agreed place was under the only plum tree, Gojo Satoru seemed to be following a drama, and couldn't wait to watch the next story.

"Dazai!" It was a man's voice, revealing a little fanaticism.

Gojo Satoru followed the boy's gaze, and saw a tall man with navy blue hair—the only one he had seen so far, except for the boy, who didn't wear a mask.

"Tan! You're here!" Hearing the man's call, the boy's expression was rare and lively.

"This time your..."

The man and the boy were discussing something, the boy was relying on the man like a tired bird, and the man's eyes were full of biting fanaticism.

It's just that this dream blocked a lot of words. Even if he put his ears close, Gojo Satoru couldn't hear the conversation between them clearly.

"I can't understand the everyday behavior of human beings."

Gojo Satoru could hear the boy's voice.

"But the thought of that being one of the qualifications of being human makes me despair of myself."

The man touched the young man's head, and that action inexplicably made Gojo Satoru feel indescribably ambiguous, as if they were originally...

Gojo Satoru didn't continue to think about it.

"That's not true." The man said seriously, with infinite tenderness in the same golden eyes, "Dazai is the god in my heart!"

The young man was stunned for a while, then slowly opened his eyes wide, a little surprised.

"I'm really happy!" The boy showed a smile that he should have at his age, "I think it's okay for me to live a little longer now."

The boy handed the book to the man, and the man took the book with great care, as if he had obtained the greatest treasure in his life.

The scene changed further, still at Baimei, but the plum tree was covered by layers of barbed wire.

"Tan! The plum blossoms are so beautiful!" The young man looked more like a living person at this time, he stared at the pure white plum blossoms, "I really want to pick a branch..."

After listening to the young man's words, the man climbed up the barbed wire fence in the blink of an eye. He easily grabbed a branch and broke off a small section of white plums that were just about to bloom.

It was night, the man sat on a high place, and carefully handed the broken white plum to the young man.

The young man showed a happy smile. He took the white plum that was waiting to be put in the dark night, and planned to put it in the glass bottle in his study as soon as he returned.

Even though he almost knew the final ending of the story, Gojo Satoru rushed to the next set with great enthusiasm.

Gojo Satoru: Watching dramas is really good.

The dream suddenly turned down, and finally came to the last theater.

The only thing that came into view was endless flames, which seemed to burn the entire old house. The man in the flames had navy blue hair and golden eyes. He was holding a comatose red-haired boy in his arms, trying his best to Take the boy to a safe place.

He hoped that the teenagers around him could survive—even if he turned into a monster.

The dream came to an abrupt end, and Wutiao's enlightenment was still unfinished.

However, the relationship between the boy and the curse spirit is already clear.

Gojo Satoru continued to explore the dreamland, trying to find the "black hand behind the scenes" from within the dreamland.

"Don't go any further forward!"

It was the voice of a young girl.

"Mr. Dazai's heart is a mass of black mud, and the dream you saw just now is only the most superficial appearance."

"If you go too deep, you will definitely be attacked by Dazai-kun's mental pollution!"

Although what came out of her mouth was words of persuasion, the girl's voice also revealed a strong sense of disgust and gloating.

"And you're already crazy enough, sir."

"If you go any further, you will suffer the consequences!"

"Who are you?" Gojo Satoru asked simply.

"It's impolite to ask a lady's name casually!" The girl was a little angry.

"Then, this beautiful lady, can you tell me your name?" Gojo Satoru changed his words instantly.The girl seemed to particularly like this kind of romantic question. She gradually appeared in the air, landed gently in front of Gojo Satoru, and introduced herself with the hem of the dress.

"I'm Jasmine Mori, the person who loves my father the most, and the person who loves my father the most."

The quirky girl tilted her head, covered her mouth and smiled, "You have a very similar voice to that annoying ghost. Why don't you say that annoying ghost must have your voice when he grows up."

"So, I still hate you so much now!"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru, who was issued a "hate card" for no reason, felt a little aggrieved, "Is my voice so strange?"

The girl didn't have a conversation with him, but just concluded to herself: "Although I really hate that Dazai so much! But now we are accomplices, so I have to complete my task!"

"Sir, please have a dream of never being happy first!"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, Gojo Satoru found inconceivably that his consciousness had fallen into a deep sleep, and his spirit felt a severe sense of fragmentation.

Hmm...it doesn't seem to be about the ability to conjure magic.

Gojo Satoru thought of this, and found that he had entered a new dream again. As soon as he opened his eyes, one after another dream fragments hit him.

He saw his former best friend seriously injuring his student, his former best friend was injured by his future student, and he killed his best friend with his own hands...

Gojo Satoru had never had such a gaffe before. He couldn't help but want to destroy this dream. Those deduced scenes stayed in the picture of his best friend completely stopping breathing in his arms, and then he was like a scattered lens, no longer Can't spell a complete story.

Just like Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, they can never go back to the past.

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