The Spellcaster is getting stronger every day in Kexue

"...Last night? What last night?" Osamu Dazai pretended to be stupid, and said indifferently, "Didn't it mean that I picked up your omamori last night and kindly kept it for you, but that slug doesn't know good people? You want to hit me. What do you have to apologize for? What is the impulsiveness? Gave me a look? Stop joking, how could I be angry because of this..."

"Thank you. Last night." Hei Gongxing spoke calmly without being affected by him at all.

Seeing Osamu Dazai's expression of refusing to admit it, he sighed slightly, and took his hand gently but forcefully.After finding out the wound in the opponent's hand that was poked by the needle, he looked clear, bit off the package of the disinfectant sheet, disinfected it skillfully, and then put on the bandage.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Osamu Dazai had no choice but to say, "How did you find out?"

"The posture is unnatural."

Hei Gongxing blinked calmly, his crow-colored soft black eyelashes fluttered down, and guiltily took out a pen and paper to explain and apologize.

[It was made by two children of my family and given to me. It means a lot to me, so I don't want to see it being destroyed... At that time, I was really impulsive. It was obviously Dazai-kun's kindness, but I used that kind of Cold and rude attitude, it's my fault. ]

Osamu Dazai frowned gradually, and grasped the point very keenly: "So, you know that there is something wrong with the omori, but you still put that thing on your body?"

Hei Gongxing froze for a moment, and the words he wrote were a little fuzzy: [There is no problem now, and it was found out so early, isn't it a warning?I'm going to wait a few days and check again. ]

Osamu Dazai sneered: "You don't plan to find out, and you don't want to destroy this ward, right? You don't want to break the children's minds, and you think it's okay, so you put it on your body with confidence—coauthor I happened to be that villain for you, let you breathe a sigh of relief."

The more he talked, the more he suddenly realized, and Hei Gongxing's expression became more and more evasive.

Furious, Osamu Dazai simply took out a black thing the size of a grain of rice from his arms, stabbed it into the other person's throat expressionlessly, and even pressed it maliciously: "In this case, you should wear it properly and let others I know everything about your whereabouts like the back of my hand, let others play around with you..."

The throat of a boy is very fragile, especially for a spellcaster who uses words as an attack weapon, the throat is even more fragile.First, he was stabbed by an unknown thing, and then he was pressed casually through a layer of clothing. Even Hei Gongxing couldn't help frowning.

His appearance was delicate and delicate, and when he shed tears or frowned, a sense of fragility would naturally appear between his brows and eyes.That's why Hei Gongxing usually wears long bangs to cover part of his brows and eyes, so as not to make people judge people by their appearance.

But Osamu Dazai wanted to see his expression on purpose now, lifted his bangs to reveal the beautiful eyebrows and eyes that have been hidden all year round, and he still wanted to get closer, prolonging the tone on purpose to tease: "Oh, are you going to cry? My eyes are starting to get wet. I didn't expect that this generation of the famous Hei Gong family would actually have a little crying bag..."

Hei Gongxing let him move with a low eyebrow and did not speak, his expression was somewhat helpless and apologetic, and the rest was calm.

Quietly disgusting.

Osamu Dazai wiped his hands vigorously on the sterilized cotton pad in his hand in disgust, as if he had touched something dirty, and said expressionlessly: "Pretend, you are indeed quite suitable to be a policeman."

Heigong Xing's expression moved, and Osamu Dazai stared at it for a long time, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh: "...Sorry."

Dazai was even more annoyed.

He said aggressively: "Do you think that you are helpless and you are great, and I am just a child so I shouldn't care about it? Do you still feel self-righteous that I lack love, so I am going astray to attract attention? —— Can you stop being so disgusting and self-righteous for my sake?"

Hei Gongxing hadn't reacted to his series of cannonballs, and his eyes were pitifully dazed.

Osamu Dazai's original distaste arose again, and he tilted his head, his eyes were like a vampire bat hanging upside down on a dead branch beside a muddy swamp, "You should know, I hated you since the first time we met .Didn’t you ask me why I treated you this way before? The reason is very simple. Isn’t there a saying of love at first sight? Then there can be nausea at first sight, right?” He smiled maliciously: “You The young master of the much-loved honey planted in a high-ranking and wealthy family, if he is as naive and ignorant as others, ridiculously outrageous, I might just find it annoying and stay away. But you are not. You are not only ridiculous Hypocrisy, you are still self-righteous, arrogant and arrogant, your heart has long been corroded by your family environment, and your justice has long been filled with ecstasy soup—"

"Leave aside the conjurer, do you want to be a policeman? Do you really want to do it? You have seen curse spirits that others can't see since you were young, and you have to hide them; You have to endure; you have acted like a running dog for them according to the justice instilled in your own family since childhood, and you have to fulfill expectations. Ignored, valued, expected, forgotten..."

When he said this, Osamu Dazai paused. He pulled the other party's collar and approached the other party's eyes: "Young master, are you really happy? Are you not disappointed? Do you really believe in justice? Why do you act like nothing happened? Why do you believe in yourself, why do you have a firm goal, just rely on your shallow soul and twisted spirit? Don't make people laugh!"

Osamu Dazai's eyes were full of undisguised, deepest disgust, as if a person who had fallen into a swamp stretched out a muddy hand from the swamp.Then the sludge trickled down from his hands and cheeks little by little.Sticky, fetid, and hopeless.

"..."

Hei Gongxing looked into those eyes, and the only thought in his mind was: they both have a delicate appearance, and the other party doesn't look feminine at all, so he won't be misunderstood.

As for the long list of words that the other party just said that sounded philosophical...

Hei Gongxing pursed his lower lip, followed his intuition to save his poor collar from the opponent's hand, then stood in the shadow and lowered his head slightly, before whispering for a long time: "...I don't know."

In fact, I don't quite understand.

Although he could vaguely understand what the other party wanted to express, a word immediately popped up in Hei Gongxing's mind - "nonsense".He didn't understand Osamu Dazai's strange logic, he just thought he was talking nonsense.

As for where the nonsense?How to refute...he didn't know.

Because of the speech barrier, Heigong Xing seems to be born clumsy.When encountering any disputes, most of them are silenced or directly "discussed".In short, actions speak louder than words.

But in this situation, it is impossible for him to call Dazai Osamu out for a discussion, and it is not good to really stay silent and wander in a daze.Fortunately, his intuition could still be activated, otherwise he would have to ask for help from the sidelines now.

I don't know if Osamu Dazai believed it or not. He must have looked at the black palace star who was at a loss and lowered his head, and now he didn't know what to think. Suddenly, he lost interest and felt very bored.

"Let's go," he said casually, "If you waste time with you, I might have to work overtime today."

Heigong Xing was dull for a while, and then responded in a low voice: "...um."

Osamu Dazai snorted, didn't speak any more, and walked towards the door with lowered eyes.

Hei Gongxing followed from a distance, and was relieved to see that the other party was no longer aggressive, feeling a little headache.

——Osamu Dazai, it’s so troublesome.

Osamu Dazai is really troublesome.

More trouble than he thought at first.

Hei Gongxing stayed in the corner intently, looking at the boy in a black windbreaker, who almost madly shot at the dead enemy with a smile, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He really wanted to say "enough", but when he thought about the unspeakable words that the corpse lying on the ground had just spit out to the 15-year-old boy, he suddenly felt that he had no right to say it to Osamu Dazai.

He didn't feel distressed or favor one side.

Heigong Xing knew very well that this was a violent conflict between two mafia organizations. In the final analysis, it was a fight and competition for interests and places, not a ridiculous dispute of who bullied who who took revenge on whom.

So even if he wants to stop it, even if he feels sick and turns pale after seeing so many bloody deaths and injuries, he is not qualified to do anything - he is a conjurer invited by the port mafia, not the port mafia a member of.

When the last bullet in Osamu Dazai's gun was shot out, Osamu Dazai half bowed his waist, his hair hanging down to cover most of his expression, and paused for about half a minute before letting go of his hand casually.

The dull sound of the gun hitting the ground, the clear sound of bullets hitting the ground, the youthful footsteps, the sound of the wind blowing through the windbreaker and rubbing the fabric... Hei Gongxing took everything into his ears, as if he was stimulated He blinked his eyes twice very quickly, his eyelashes were like the feathers of a crow flapping its wings, hovering lonely and falling to the ground.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy noticed that some slight air sounds rolled out of his throat, which seemed to be mocking and pitying.

"Do you feel unwell? Then you can leave early," the young man's weak voice sounded weakly, "This is encirclement, and you may be encircled later. The scene will not be the same as it is now. You go to the theater. If I can't protect myself, I won't have the energy to take care of you. You'd better leave quickly. "

Hei Gongxing took out a note and asked: [Is this the task you have to complete every day? ]

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and smiled: "Ah... there are many similar ones, and there are also differences. It's just that what the single-cell armed forces of the slug can do is basically the kind of encirclement and suppression I just did, or chasing the enemy and destroying the enemy. Group. No matter what, death is inevitable, violence, blood, fighting... This is our mafia, do you understand, young master?"

Hei Gongxing frowned, and wrote on the paper: [Just call me Hei Gong. ]

"Why don't you let me call you Axing or Little Xingxing?" Dazai Osamu didn't answer the note, but just judged the handwriting according to his movements, and stabbed casually.After he finished speaking, he left without expecting an answer.

Hei Gongxing thought about it.

The elders often call him "A Xing". Ling followed his grandfather and father and they are also used to calling him A Xing. Mr. Shier has not fixed his address for him. The classmates are all called Hei Gong, as for the little Xing Xing... …When I thought that it was from Mori Ogai, I felt a little chilly.

If it was Dazai... If he was younger than me, would he call me brother?

...Sounds like it's not bad?

Hei Gongxing fell into the whimsical mind-wandering, but Osamu Dazai, who was walking in front of him, couldn't help but sneezed.He sniffled, became even more wilted, and just wanted to go home and sleep quickly—

Let's do it faster next time.

His ideas quickly turned into action.

The thin and thin boy looked indifferent, even if he was surrounded by a lot of gun blades, his pupils had no luster.He suddenly asked softly: "Can you kill me?"

The surrounding enemies just brought their guns and blades closer together.Obviously all it takes is a little bit of force or a pull of the trigger, but they still look at each other in amazement, suspicious and afraid to make a move.

Really ridiculous.

Osamu Dazai yawned, but it seemed that he was mistaken for a secret signal, and a short knife was about to stab him in the mouth.

Feeling the slight tingling sensation on his lips, he suddenly felt itchy, and desperately planned to speak again: "You..."

I thought that the other party would be slightly stimulated and move forward an inch, but the psychological quality of the knife holder seemed not very good. After a long period of confrontation and suspicion, he suddenly raised his arm like crazy and prepared to stab it straight in.

Before Osamu Dazai had time to react, the teenager who was surrounded with him behind him sighed softly.

[all stop]

He finally spoke.

Osamu Dazai's pupils widened slightly, and for some reason, his blood was jumping with excitement.

The author has something to say: I don’t know how much you can get Dazai’s psychology. If you don’t get it, you can ignore it. Anyway, it’s seen from Dazai’s perspective, half right and half wrong.

I originally planned to make up yesterday's post today, but I didn't expect it to rain when I went out in the morning. I was stuck in KFC and tried to code with my mobile phone, but the effect was too poor, so I started to swipe the video.When the rain stopped, it was already afternoon, and I fell asleep for a while because I was very sleepy...about four hours (sad).

Don't make promises in the future, I will guarantee daily updates.Comment on the nutrient solution bwp plus more will be added as soon as possible, the rest depends on the mood... Yesterday I will try to make up tomorrow!Forget it if you can’t, in the next chapter I’ll give out red envelopes to compensate (paralyzed)

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