How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Another...possibility?

Another possibility for...another possibility on the curse spirit?

After staring at Aihara Kiyoshi for a long time, Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold again.

"You usually... seldom touch these things... That's right, you can't see them."

So, there is still hope and goodwill for such monsters.

He already understood Ai Yuanqing's unfinished words.

In the eyes of the conjurer, this is a bit ridiculous.

but……

"Prove it to me, teacher."

Prove what you say is possible.

"Otherwise, I will get rid of it as soon as possible."

Looking directly at Gojo Satoru, Aihara Kiyoshi's eyes did not evade.

"There will be that day."

"So……"

"Let's exchange contact information, teacher!"

As if a different person had suddenly changed, the previous terrifying aura seemed to have completely disappeared, Gojo Satoru suddenly changed the subject, his tone rose, and he handed the phone to Aihara Kiyoshi.

"Contact information, contact information~"

Aihara Kiyoshi took the phone, entered the number, and handed his phone to Gojo Satoru.

Looking at the newly created remarks, Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction.

"Hiyi~ Done, haven't you told the teacher my name? I'm Gojo Satoru, Aihara-sensei."

"Mr. Gojo."

"Osamu Dazai, a member of the Armed Detective Agency."

"Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai looked directly at Aihara Kiyoshi in silence.

After a while, he said, "Teacher Xiangyuan, are you planning to keep the curse spirit by your side?"

Aihara Qing nodded, "Yes."

Turning his head, Osamu Dazai looked at the birds outside the window.

"The high-level alliance between the port mafia and the magic world is to capture the new humanoid magic spirit in Yokohama."

"If you insist on keeping him, teacher... your situation will be very dangerous."

Aihara raised his eyebrows.

Port Mafia...

Rather, it was right in his arms.

"I understand that his existence will cause a lot of trouble, including that you are also caused by him."

The young college teacher smiled helplessly, "I've already been mentally prepared."

"Well, since this is the case..."

Just like Wujo Wu, Osamu Dazai's face-changing method has also reached its peak.

"Teacher, if you need help, you can entrust the Armed Detective Agency~"

"Ah, I see..." Kiyoshi Aihara smiled and turned his head, "Thank you, Mr. Kunikida has already given me the contact information."

……

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu walked side by side on the way back to the detective agency.

Oddly enough, Gojo Satoru didn't use any spells to make his way, and Dazai's hair escaped.

The two were silent all the way, and finally Osamu Dazai spoke first.

"Are you really assured of keeping the curse spirit by his side?"

Gojo Satoru asked, "What about you? Do you really think the port mafia won't kill him?"

Pausing in his steps, Osamu Dazai walked to the guardrail and looked at the sparkling water.

"I won't kill you, port black."

He deeply understood what Ai Yuanqing's physique meant.

It is equivalent to the disqualification of the human world in the magic world.

"The benefits that can be obtained by leaving him are far greater than killing him."

Just like him back then.

Even now, Mori Ogai has not given up on the plan to let him return to the port to be a cadre.

If Aihara Kiyoshi is discovered by them...the result can be imagined.

"What about you? You can also see it, although he can nullify all the magic power...but..."

Dazai gestured with his fingers.

"A dagger can kill him."

The wound on his chest was caused by the curse spirit.

"Just let it go?"

"No worries at all."

Gojo Satoru walked up to Dazai Osamu, leaned on the railing, grinned.

"Because I am the strongest!"

Ai Yuanqing is like a life-saving straw for the mantra.

If the curse spirit attacked Xiangyuan Qing, he would be the next one to disappear.

"And...that guy has no heart at all."

Not only the spell power, but also no mood swings.

Conjurers have a natural keen perception of emotions.

However, in front of Aihara Qing, he couldn't feel any emotional changes.

Neither positive nor negative, none at all.

Very indifferent, like a cold body without a soul.

But it happens to be doing the craziest things.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha... That guy... That guy actually wants to teach the emotion of the curse, to teach 'love'... Hahahaha"

"Do not make jokes……"

How can I teach others what I don't have? What's more, the object is the curse spirit.

"……Yeah?"

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful.

Does that person have no feelings?

not necessarily.

"I think he might succeed."

Turning his head, Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru looked at each other, leaned closer, smiled and tapped his blindfold lightly with his index finger.

"Sometimes the eyes can be deceiving."

……

In the ward

After confirming that Wujo Wu's aura had completely disappeared, the mantra spirit became active again.

"Ahhh! That magician! It's really disgusting!"

He took the apple in his hand and took a bite viciously, as if the red apple was Wujo Wu's head.

It's so disgusting... so weak, scared, and completely powerless to fight back.

He is too weak.

After thinking for a while, Ai Yuanqing took out a new paper and pen from a side drawer, and said to the mantra:

"Let's set the bondage."

……

Studio

[Uh... I don't understand, what kind of dumb fans were they playing just now, can someone analyze it?]

[I always feel that the anchor is playing a big game of chess]

[Upstairs, I don’t know if it’s right, but my understanding is that the anchor seems to want to teach the mantra...emotions, the positive kind, so it’s a new possibility]

[The meaning I got is almost the same, old riddleman]

【Teaching mantras to be good?】

[Thinking carefully, the curse spirit does have more positive feelings, just like Hua Yu and the others saved Pot Pot from 5t5, they still have companionship]

【But this kind of kindness is aimed at the same kind】

[What the anchor wants to teach him should be kindness to human beings, emmm, I always find it a bit difficult, unless Yi Gu and Li Xiang are like this]

[Pure love group yyds! 】

......

"Bondage?"

The white-haired curse spirit was a little puzzled, and took the pen and paper.

'Equivalent exchange like last time?'

Aihara Qing nodded, "That's right."

'However, I have nothing to exchange with you. '

As if thinking of something, a triumphant smile appeared on the face of the curse spirit.

'Is there anything you can ask of me?I can promise you, the condition is very simple...'

Before he finished writing, he was interrupted by Kiyoshi Aihara.

"It's not asking for you, on the contrary..."

"It's you who asked me for something."

"what?"

Manu Ling was a little puzzled for a moment, only thinking that the human beings in front of him were ridiculous.

'What are you talking about?'

How could he... ask a human?

Not caring about the offensive attitude of the curse spirit, Aihara Kiyoshi smiled and adjusted his glasses.

"You need to pay as much as your life to get..."

"The right to live on."

The...right to live on?

what?

'Are you telling a joke?'

A mere human being dares to say that he wants to give others the right to life.

Aihara Qing shook his head.

"It's not a joke, Mr. Gojo Satoru originally planned to exterminate you."

"I stopped him, so you're still alive."

"So…"

Aihara Qing raised his eyes, stared directly at the empty air in front of him, and met the invisible gaze of the curse spirit.

"What are you going to pay for the right to stay with me?"

……

[Okay... so exciting! 】

[Look at this posture... I really believe that the anchor may succeed]

【Stay by my side, give you the right to life, ahhhh Jimeis can't do it, I suddenly want to knock CP ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! 】

【Ahhh Jimei, whisper bb, I've already started knocking ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! 】

[emmm, the two upstairs calm down, that's a curse spirit, think about real people]

【A real person must die!】

[The real person must die! 】

[The real person must die! 】

[The real person must die! But the CP must live! (Sorry for the crooked story)]

[This...is... quite outrageous]

……

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, Aihara Qing was not in a hurry to let the curse spirit give an answer.

He has always been patient with his students.

Aihara Qing's words made the fear that was completely suppressed by the magician come out again.

Curse Spirit bit his knuckles nervously with his sharp canine teeth, hunched over, his eyes were empty.

ah... ah... ah...

The initiative has never been in his hands.

not reconciled...

So weak...so weak...so weak...

Disgusting...disgusting...so disgusting...

It took a while before the curse spirit withdrew from the paranoid emotional vortex and started to write again.

'Didn't you say that as a teacher, it is your responsibility to protect students? '

Aihara Kiyoshi couldn't help laughing, "Teach students according to their aptitude, and..."

"Those who are willing to learn from me are my students."

"And you seem to want to say no."

Knowing that he was in a very passive situation, Manu Ling gritted his teeth and made a compromise.

'You have already thought about what kind of bondage you want to form with me. '

"indeed so."

'Stop rambling, just say it. '

He is too weak, so he has no right to choose.

someday...

"It seems that you are not reconciled?"

The mantra didn't answer him.

Aihara knew it clearly—his curse spirit was 'uncomfortable' again.

"Don't be so repulsive, you might like it?"

Seeming to be a little tired, Aihara Qing lay back on the bed again, staring at the blank ceiling.

"My conditions can make you stronger."

He deeply understood the most unwilling part in the heart of the newborn curse spirit.

"Accept it or not, you decide for yourself."

Become stronger……

make him... stronger?

Isn't this what he...wants most?

Get stronger, become the strongest, and...

Stomp that disgusting white-haired magician under his feet and chop it up!!

The shackles of equivalent exchange...can make him stronger?

The newborn mantra is skeptical.

'What's your condition...? You want a new bond with me. '

Sensing that the attitude of the mantra spirit has changed, Xiang Yuanqing raised the corners of his mouth.

The long black hair spread out on the white hospital bed and intertwined into a net.

"My condition is..."

"Your... instinct."