A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

Oda Sakunosuke did not come back tonight.

I just called the owner of the restaurant and said that I need to work overtime today and told them not to worry and go to bed early.

The restaurant owner complied as usual, and urged the children to rest as usual after dinner.

At the same time, I once again told the three dream weavers that Yokohama is not stable recently, and told them not to go out at night.

After finishing speaking, he urged the three of them to rest, and then returned to the room by himself.

Gojo Satoru's curiosity was aroused again: "Zhimeng, Jie, let's go for a walk."

Seeing that the two were not very interested, he encouraged him again: "Oda Zuo is working overtime so late, don't you wonder what he does?"

Well, this weaving dream is a bit interesting.

Working overtime at such a late hour, the owner of the restaurant said that he was not stable recently and should not go out at night, which made him a little worried about Mr. Oda who was working overtime.

"It's fine to go out, but if you get into trouble, will it hurt the boss and the others?"

As he said this, the black-haired ball-headed boy didn't seem to be worried at all, and looked relaxed.

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, and said arrogantly: "As long as the trouble is solved, doesn't that mean there is no trouble?"

This is the truth, Zhimeng also readily agrees.

"Then let's go out and have a look."

So, the three people who had just gone upstairs jumped directly from the stairs, and landed successfully with light steps.

Subtracting the sound of walking up the stairs, the three managed to slip away without alarming others.

Yokohama at night is pitch black.

Walking in the deserted streets, none of the shops that were open during the day are still open at this time.

Looking up, the most conspicuous thing that catches the eye are the five skyscrapers in the center of Yokohama, emitting a faint red light in the night.

"Wow, is the current mafia so arrogant?"

Knowing from the collected information that the five most conspicuous buildings in Yokohama are the bases of the port mafia, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but sigh.

If you take a closer look, you can see that there is still some eagerness on his face: "I don't know what it feels like to look down from the top floor!"

"It should be the feeling of sitting on Jie's curse spirit flying up to the sky and looking down when we were fighting the super-level curse spirit."

Zhimeng thought about it, and gave a serious answer.

"However, although we are not afraid of trouble, let's not just make trouble."

After all, they can just leave if they get into trouble, but the restaurant owner and Mr. Oda will definitely be implicated.

Gojo Gojo clicked his tongue in displeasure, but he didn't mean to go to the roof again.

His eyes under the sunglasses rolled, and he had a new idea: "Jie, do you still have a magic spirit that can take us to the sky? Why don't we go for a walk in the sky!"

"I don't have any here." Speaking of the curse spirit, Xia Youjie remembered something that was almost forgotten: "Speaking of which, it seems that the flying curse spirit didn't come with us, so it should stay where it is. "

That said, I'm a little worried.The main reason is that he doesn't know if he can control that curse spirit with his magic spell manipulation after the isolation of the world.

If not, it would be a pity that the curse spirit escaped and was wiped out by other magicians.

After all, there are very few curse spirits that can carry him to the sky...

Speaking of the curse spirit, Zhimeng also remembered something: "Wu, where is the bead?"

"Ah? Here I am." Wujo Wu came back to his senses, and quickly took out the glass bead from his body and handed it to Zhimeng.

Zhimeng reached out to take it, wanting to take a closer look at it, but it was pitch black all around, so he had no choice but to give up.

"I always feel that the key to our return lies in this bead."

"After all, we came here through it." Xia Youjie thought Zhimeng was in a hurry, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, we will always go back when it's time to go."

And——"The beads should be put away for Zhimeng, lest they be ruined by Wu again when there is a chance to go back."

The ball-headed boy expressed his distrust of the white-haired boy.

"This is beyond my control..." muttered, Gojo Satoru, who was indeed one of the culprits, didn't object, but just reminded.

"You have to be careful about weaving dreams. This bead is small and easy to lose, but don't lose it."

"Yeah, I will pay attention." Zhimeng nodded, holding the beads but thinking: "Would it be better to find a rope to string them together?"

Xia Youjie looked over: "Can this bead be punched?"

"I think it's okay without punching..."

"Boom—"

An explosion sounded from far to near, and the three who heard the movement turned their heads to look, and saw the flames bursting into the sky in the distance.

Looking at each other, the three of them galloped towards the direction of the explosion in unison!

As conjurers, in addition to the necessary magic power, their physical skills are also very good.Especially Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, they can tear down the ruthless people in the high school training ground with their physical skills alone.

Weaving Dream is a bit weaker than them in terms of strength, but in terms of speed alone, he is not bad.

So, under the deliberate comparison of the three of them, they rushed to the destination at an extremely fast speed where you overtook me and I overtook you.

Under the light of the building that was ignited by the explosion and turned into a sea of ​​flames, the beige figure lying on the lawn not far away was particularly obvious.

Zhimeng exclaimed: "Mr. Oda!"

Oda Sakunosuke, who said he was working overtime at the company, turned out to be at the scene of the explosion, and even passed out.

Zhimeng hurriedly approached and squatted down, stretched out his hand to test the breath of the red-haired young man, and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he found that the man just passed out.

Gojo Satoru pushed up the sunglasses, stared at Sakunosuke Oda, then looked at the ball that was discarded aside, like a child's toy, and finally fixed on his blackened left hand.

The white-haired boy reminded: "It seems to be poisoned, don't touch that ball, there is poison on the ball."

Xia Youjie followed Zhimeng and squatted down, wanting to lift him up: "Anyway, let's send him to the hospital first."

But before they left, another group of people in black suits and sunglasses arrived.

"Don't move!"

Accompanied by a cold shout, the group of men in suits and sunglasses raised their guns at the three of Weaving Dreams.

At the same time, they were divided into two from the left and the right, exposing a path in the middle for the obviously leader to slowly walk out from behind.

"Ara, it's a new face I haven't seen before."

The boy with slightly curly black hair, wearing an overly long black suit, and wrapping one eye with a bandage slowly approached.

The red-haired young man who was unconscious on the ground, and the black-haired ball-headed boy and the long-haired boy who raised the upper body of the red-haired young man obviously wanted to take him away.

In the end, he fixed his gaze on the tall white-haired boy in an ordinary shirt and small sunglasses standing behind the two boys.

"Oh, are you that mafia?" Even though he was being pointed at by a bunch of guns, the white-haired boy said excitedly as if he didn't realize it.

"It looks really well-rounded, so handsome!"

As he said that, he excitedly said to the people below: "Weaving Dreams and Weaving Dreams, let's use this way of appearance next time! You and Jie are on both sides, and I will be the finale. I must be super handsome!"

Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth: "I refuse!"

Zhimeng looked up, and replied hesitantly: "Is this going to be a bit too high school?"

Having said that, a look of excitement appeared on the face of the long-haired boy.

It's something I haven't done~

Seeing this, the white-haired boy continued to persuade: "Look at these old men who don't dislike middle school at such an old age. Isn't our age just right?"

At this moment, the men in suits and sunglasses, who were connoted, fine-tuned their guns to aim at Gojo Satoru.He proved the opponent's face T talent to everyone with his actions.

The eyes under the sunglasses flickered, and Wujo Wuzheng was about to say something more, to stabilize the hatred value, when he heard a burst of applause.

"It's a really good performance." The black-haired boy smiled, revealing that in the depths of his iris-colored eyes, there was a void, nothingness.

"However, I don't have time to watch your performances now, so give me the people on the ground."

"Those who dare to touch our Hong Kong/black, are they ready to be enemies of Hong Kong/black?"

The little information revealed by this sentence made Zhimeng stunned: "Oh! Mr. Oda is actually a mafia!"

Thinking about Oda Sakunosuke, who can't be seen as a mafia at all, and his adopted children...it's really hard to tell.

"I thought they were just simple good people..." Thinking of the red-haired young man who took them home without hesitation that night, Gojo Satoru couldn't help sighing, "Sure enough, there are still very few really stupid people in this world."

Is it because they are the mafia, confident that they have the ability to solve the three of them, so they took them back without hesitation?

Xia Youjie was more straightforward, resisting others while saying: "Since you are with Mr. Oda, then send him to the hospital quickly. Mr. Oda has no idea what kind of poison has been poisoned, it is better to treat him sooner." good."

The curly-haired boy in a black suit that was too long looked at him lifting Oda Sakunosuke easily, reached out his hand to stop his subordinates from moving, and told them to put down their guns.

Realizing that now is not the time to talk about other things, the boy said calmly, "There is a car ahead."

After the words fell, he turned around and left first.

The three dream weavers and Sakunosuke Oda, who was resisted, followed quickly.

In the exclusive medical room in Hong Kong/Heilongjiang, Sakunosuke Oda has been detoxified by the doctors in the emergency room, and the few people who came with him are waiting outside.

In the deserted corridor, leaning against the wall, the black curly-haired boy in a black suit that was too long suddenly turned his head and said, "I'm Osamu Dazai, you—"

Thinking of something, the young man who was always indifferent and world-weary all the way suddenly smiled, making him look a lot more approachable in an instant: "Is it what Oda Saku said yesterday, that he saved the young people who were about to go astray?"

"Mr. Oda is a good person." Zhimeng sighed, and smiled back: "It's the first time we meet, I'm Yunzhimeng."

"I'm really thankful to Mr. Oda." Xia Youjie answered with a smile, "I'm Xia Youjie."

Gojo Satoru was thoughtful: "It seems that you are very good friends."

Osamu Dazai paused with a smile, and did not answer the topic directly: "So, what role did you play in tonight's incident?"

"It's an accident." Zhimeng frowned slightly: "We just came out for a walk, and I didn't expect Mr. Oda to encounter such a thing."

"Is that so." The bandaged black-haired boy said young and flutteringly: "Aren't you from Yokohama?"

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Gojo Satoru glanced at his bandage-wrapped right eye, and elongated his tone lazily.

"So, do you guys intend to join Hong Kong/Black?" The black-haired boy smiled even more, and with his delicate face, he looked very refreshing.

"The salary is good~"

Hearing this, all three showed different degrees of delicacy on their faces.

Weaving Dream: "Ah... forgive me for declining."

Xia Youjie smiled and said, "Reject."

Gojo Satoru said even more arrogantly: "What kind of Hong Kong/Black people of yours can afford me to take action!"

He is a man who even the upper echelons of the magic world can scold and shake his face if they want to, and they can't do anything about him!

Osamu Dazai's smile remained the same, and his tone became lighter: "If you only pay food and lodging and pay wages, you can afford to come to Hong Kong/Black for a few more~"

On the opposite side, the penniless teenagers who are currently eating and living in other people's homes fell into a subtle silence for a moment.

"This treatment is not bad." After sighing, Zhimengfu smiled again: "But I still refuse~"

"This alone can't buy our conscience." Gojo Satoru said bluntly with a smile.

Xia Youjie suppressed a smile and seconded, "What Wu said is true."

Compared to the mafia who murder and set fire, wouldn't it be nice for them to protect human beings as magicians?

"So, it seems—" Osamu Dazai's voice paused, and he looked towards the closed door.

The lights in the emergency room went out.

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