I got the Wenhao system

The boy whose face looked more immature than now looked more hollow than he had ever seen.

Osamu Dazai looked at the person dressed as a doctor not far away, and said, "I also want to ask, doesn't Mr. Mori know how we got here?"

It was clearly a clear and clear youthful voice, but it carried an abyssal aura that could not be concealed.

"Do you really think that makes sense?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

No matter what Xia Youjie said before, Gojo Satoru thought that Osamu Dazai had a second-year illness.

Now it seems that it is not only the curse that binds him...

The scene in front of me switched again.

The sudden huge explosion brought monstrous flames, Gojo Satoru subconsciously wanted to use the power of stopping to defend, but the flames did not hurt him at all.

Phantoms are harmless.

The flame didn't fly too far, and countless yellow cube-shaped energy bodies suddenly rose up all around, completely trapping the power of the explosion within the range.

However, in the end the power of the yellow square failed to defeat the explosion, and the world was suddenly engulfed in red light.

"Paul?!"

It seemed that a familiar voice shouted something.

After the ashes of the explosion, Gojo Satoru saw a child about seven or eight years old struggling to climb out of the deep pit.

The orange-haired child was very thin. It was the first time he opened his sea-blue eyes to see the world, and the sea-blue eyes were extremely bright.

Nakahara Chuya when he was a child?

Gojo Satoru watched Xiaozhong also staggering past him, and couldn't help wondering what kind of illusion this was.

He thought it was Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's memory, but there are so many people?

I don't know who else I can see, what is still buried in those memories that Dazai Osamu and the others haven't mentioned?

The area shrouded in mist can easily erase the traces of human existence, and it is extremely easy to deprive conjurers of their spells. The white-haired man who holds the power of life and death does not know the meaning of his existence.

The girl who was found by the doctor in the pastry shop, probably understood the meaning of the so-called similarity from the moment they looked at each other.

The long-haired man who lost his memory due to the explosion lived in a daze, and remembered the past for a moment when he passed by the grown-up Nakahara Nakaya.

"Welcome to this world." The blond man and Lan Tang were born in the same place one after the other. Lan Tang understood everything first, so he stretched out his hand to the man who took a step behind him.

The blond man's expression was always polite and smiling, but he seemed alienated and aloof. He only changed slightly when facing Lan Tang.

On a certain day, Lantang gave him a gift.

"Happy birthday, we were born on this day last year, and this hat is for you. Also, you don't seem to like your name very much, how about we exchange it?"

Just now I was still confused why Lan Tang was called Verlaine's Gojo Wu before: "...?!"

To be honest, Gojo Satoru, who only studied the deeds of literary giants for fun, still doesn't have the same emotion as Xia Youjie for the writers' peers.

He just felt so damn twisted.

The forms of the spells surrounding these writers are completely different. Rimbaud's and Verlaine's spells are extremely powerful, causing quite a stir when they were born.

The commotion in the Central Plains was unexpected.

When Verlaine and Rimbaud met Chuya Nakahara, who was just born with power, they stopped him perfectly.

There was a huge conflict between the partners' ideas, and they drew their swords backhanded, but accidentally triggered another powerful force, which led to their disintegration.

After the orange-haired child climbed out of the crater of the explosion, he walked down the street and ran into a conjurer that Gojo Satoru knew very well.

[Experimental subject: No. 24, the name of the object of the curse: Huang Ba spit]

The originally very powerful force and the fusion of the curse spirit produced an unimaginable violent reaction. The black and red aura gushed out from the boy's facial features, and finally became a monstrous anger that engulfed everything.

They are all kinds of people who walk alone in the world, but are entrusted with their thoughts and born.

Earlier when Gojo Satoru and the others were unknown, the form of the organization was born.

It turns out that the original owner of the port Mafia was not Mori Ogai, and the doctor in a white coat finally found another way to save them.

Gojo Satoru watched him walk towards the old leader, blood gushed out in a flash of silver light, without blinking his eyes.

The doctor who killed the same kind noticed the black ripples that gradually gathered in the corner, and the ripples finally condensed into a young man. The young man was overwhelmed by the overwhelming malice bestowed on him by this world, and before he had time to take a second look, he knelt down with his head in pain on the ground.

The doctor handed the suit jacket to the boy and said, "Welcome to the world, Dazai."

More encounters followed.

The amnesiac youth recalled his forgotten memory.

The man who changed from a white coat to a black windbreaker and red scarf said, "Everything I do...is for this beloved city and organization..."

After being betrayed by his own companions, the teenager heard something that made him suddenly understand, and he knelt down on one knee and said something to the man in the red scarf.

Trapped in negativity, the teenager committed suicide to no avail, but met two companions instead.

The bandaged boy and the orange-haired boy stood side by side. The enemy facing them was a white-haired man who could be called the same kind but ran in the opposite direction. The orange-haired boy looked at the corpses of his subordinates on the ground and ran away in anger. A big battle was imminent.

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that Nakahara Chu had indeed said at that time that he would return the lives of his subordinates.

It turns out that because they are the same kind of each other, in a way, after entering this strange environment, their memories of each other are connected.

After seeing these various lives, Gojo Satoru seemed to understand what Shibusawa Ryuhiko was looking for.

Their approaches are completely different, but they all seem to be a group of... wild dogs looking for the meaning of living.

The space suddenly became pitch black.

Just when Gojo Satoru thought the memory was over, it suddenly lit up again.

A monster covered in tentacles emerged from the sea and walked towards the land.

A three-colored cat appeared in a deep alley, looked back, and the light of human wisdom flashed in his eyes.

The tall, middle-aged man in military uniform and cloak sheathed his knife, turned his head to the four subordinates who followed him, and said, "Let's go..."

A strange purple-eyed young man wearing a white hat stood on an unknown height, overlooking the lights below, his eyes were inexplicably empty, and he murmured: "I want to create a world... without magic power."

Finally, a child on the run.

The bruised, silver-haired boy looked only seven or eight years old. He ran helplessly, but was finally thrown to the ground by the huge white tiger that followed him closely.

However, the beast did not hurt the crying child, but gently licked his wound.

At some point behind the child, a book appeared.

The book suddenly released light, and included all the scenes that Gojo Satoru saw in it, turning the pages one by one, and finally closed it again on the last page.

"bump!"

The moment the heavy book was closed, Gojo Satoru shivered.

As if someone put a full stop on why.

Osamu Dazai grabbed Yumeno Hisaku's hand and passed through the barrier without hindrance.

Disqualification in the world is passively activated at any time, but also because of this characteristic, the strange magic power that will not be detected will issue an alarm again.

Among the ruins all over the ground, Gojo Satoru, who stood there for a long time unable to regain his senses, picked up the lonely gem with the same color as his eyes on the ground.

"It's not wrong to call you the strongest now." Osamu Dazai walked forward slowly, and said, "I know it's a spectacular battle."

"... What this guy is looking for is an existence that can resist his spells and never give in." Wujo Wu flicked his thumb, and the gem was thrown up and down in his hand, "You don't seem to be surprised at all."

Osamu Dazai's expression made him feel that he was being calculated.

"Well, Chuna failed to defeat Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, probably due to various accidents," Osamu Dazai shrugged, not knowing the truth, "Don't blame me, if you really want to say, I'm just an idiot Subordinates who obey orders."

Gojo Satoru: "Mori Ogai?"

Gojo Satoru had to admit that before seeing him wipe the neck of his own kind without hesitation, he also underestimated him because of the situation in the office.

Is that the one holding the chess?

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and saw the black-and-white-haired child who was holding Dazai Osamu tightly and not letting go, looking at him with fear: "Who is this?"

"The new companion I found in the orphanage not long ago, the effect of the spell is very interesting." Dazai Osamu took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to Yumeno Kusaku, complaining in his tone, "Mr. He stuffed it to me, and I didn't..."

Before the words fell, Yun Jingxing felt that his hands were empty.

Gojo Goku snatched the lollipop, quickly tore off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth: "I almost burned my brain just now."

Yunjing Xingjian: "..."

You snatch something for a child? ? ?

There is no way, Osamu Dazai and Yumeno Hisaku looked at each other, raised their eyebrows and said, "No more."

Gojo Satoru managed to make the child cry, but it's a pity that he and the other bad guy didn't care much.

Gojo Satoru chewed on the lollipop and made a clicking sound: "What, you came to clean the battlefield?"

"I don't have the strength to clean up the strongest battlefield," Osamu Dazai shook his head, "I came here for other things, and I want to clean up the mess of slugs."

"However, the elder brother of a certain younger brother just came back, and my task has become a lot easier. I should be able to continue to commit suicide after stopping it for a while. It's great."

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the incident that Zhongyuan Zhongye was arrested, and he got in touch with it from his memory. That "brother" might be Verlaine: "Verlaine is back?"

Osamu Dazai froze, and the boy's expression seemed to be covered with a shadow.

He watched Gojo Satoru silently for a while: "How do you know?"