Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

Gojo Satoru said he wanted to watch Osamu Dazai, but the mess in Kyoto hadn't been cleaned up yet.

The monster was taken away by Yuyihu, and Xia Youjie took the curse spirit Qingming and other super curse spirits, and went back to find Nanako and Mimiko with a full harvest.

From children in their teens to old people who are still alive, anyone who can exorcise the curse spirits went out to clean up the curse spirits.

Osamu Dazai himself locked himself in the room, lay down to sleep during the day, and went out at night to show that he was still alive.

He seems to be a little depressed because of the rumors, so he chooses to keep a low profile.

But his sleep time is too long.

He had been sleeping all day, and they hadn't seen him waking up when they came back occasionally.

It was Atsushi Nakajima who first discovered that Osamu Dazai's situation was wrong. After being paid to work by the other party again, he called his friends to discuss countermeasures while he was not so busy.

Dun: "Mr. Dazai doesn't eat much recently, and he doesn't like to talk or laugh."

No one is allowed to approach him during the day, like an autistic child.

Hui: "Sleeping for a long time will reduce appetite and mood... To be honest, I think he is unhappy."

I'm still very unhappy, and I don't even bother to pretend that the sun is positive and cute.

Nazaki: "Did you get hurt by rumors?"

Along with some pink gossip, there's also the rape of Osamu Dazai.

There are even those who believe that the incident in Kyoto was planned by Osamu Dazai.

It's really crazy, Yu Yihu has been trying to revive each other since Abe Seimei's death, this will happen sooner or later, without Mr. Dazai and Mr. Gojo, that group of people would have died long ago.

Hisuhito: "Mr. Dazai is someone who would care about such remarks?"

The other three thought about it and thought it was the same.

If he really cared, he would have plenty of ways to make himself famous.

"What's the matter, did you quarrel with Wutiao teacher again?"

"Teacher Wutiao has no time to quarrel with him recently. He is busier than us, and he doesn't sleep at night."

The genius Knotweed boy made a suggestion: "Then let's let Mr. Gojo coax Mr. Dazai?"

This suggestion was unanimously endorsed by others.

"Coax Dazai? Are you kidding?" Gojo Satoru, who was fighting with sweets when he came back at eleven o'clock in the evening, raised his head and pointed at himself, "Do you think I can coax people?"

He neither possessed this skill nor could he have such an idea.

"But Mr. Dazai doesn't even want to see me, so I can't do anything about him." Atsushi Nakajima looked at Gojo Satoru with a pitiful and helpless expression, and his tone was very sincere, "Even if you don't coax him, it's good to ask what happened Yes. As a reward, I can handle your tasks these days."

Although he is a supernatural being, he can also destroy the curse spirit with the help of the magic tool.Within the scope of Kyoto, except Mr. Dazai's younger brothers, there is nothing he can't handle.

Gojo Satoru pushed his head away and took the opportunity to rua: "It's useless to me to be cute, because I'm cuter than you."

Knotabagi Yuhito leaned over to hold his hand, and looked at him with admiration and anticipation: "Then you are so cute, and if you appear in front of Mr. Dazai, maybe he will be happy."

"When I appear in front of him, he will only be even more unhappy." Gojo Satoru became unhappy when he talked about this matter, "He has been avoiding me on purpose these days."

Dazai went to sleep when he went out, and Dazai got up and wandered around when he came back, did he think he didn't notice?

"This means that there is a problem!" Nagizaki pulled Fukuroi, and also leaned over to hug Gojo Satoru's hand, "Aren't you wondering what the problem is?"

Fu Hei Can't Sell Meng Hui can only say in a serious tone: "...Please go and see the situation for us."

Gojo Satoru: "... let's do it."

For their cuteness sake.

I don't really mean to coax Osamu Dazai, just to have a look.

When Gojo Satoru found Osamu Dazai, he was sitting on a stone by the lake, meowing back and forth with a black cat who didn't know where.

Black cat: "Meow meow."

(Master Yuyihu asked me to take a look at your situation.)

Dazai (reaching out to touch the cat's head): "Meow meow meow (grammar error, meaningless)."

Black cat: "Meow meow?"

(what did you say?)

Dazai: "Meow meow meow (still meaningless)."

Dazai rubbed it for a while, then slightly raised his hand, and the innocent kitten immediately stood up and stretched out its claws to reach his hand. Seeing him lifting higher and higher, he couldn't help jumping up angrily and hugging his hand. Hanging himself in mid-air, he bit his finger in panic.

He didn't dare to bite too hard, he only dared to grind his teeth twice and beg for mercy.

How can I still remember the purpose of coming here to give Wutiaowu eye drops for Mr. Yuyihu.

Osamu Dazai put the cat on the table beside him, put his hand over it, and the black cat took the initiative to rest its head on it, and after a long time without getting a loving touch, it rubbed against his palm and made a coquettish sound with its fingers.

Osamu Dazai said unmoved, "Meow meow."

Gojo Satoru, who found himself watching them meow for more than ten minutes: How can there be such a person who is more coquettish and cute than cats?

"Where did this cat come from? Why do I feel like a monster?" He came over, knelt down and looked at the cat.

The black cat immediately fluffed its fur, its eyes narrowed into vertical pupils, and it let out a threatening growl from its throat.

With so much resentment and evil energy gathered in the capital, not only curse spirits were born, but also many little monsters who took this opportunity to become fine.

It is easier to become a demon if the black cat is psychic.

It is considered to be very good in this batch, good at hiding and escaping.

"You scared it." Dazai picked up the cat and put it on the ground, "I'm fine, let her not worry. Let's run."

The black cat hooked his wrist with its tail, meowed twice and ran away.

"What do you want from me?" Osamu Dazai looked innocent, as if he had no intention of avoiding the other party these days.

Gojo Satoru rested his elbows on the rockery, although he was smiling, there was an air of displeasure from inside to outside.

"I heard that you are in a bad mood. Tell me something unhappy to make me happy."

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at the moon in the middle of the lake, and said in a flat tone, "Do you really think that as long as you are the strongest, you can do anything?"

Gojo Satoru picked up a stone and threw it into the lake, the stone jumped one after another on the water surface, breaking the moon shadow into viburnum flowers: "For example?"

"The general died on the battlefield. This sentence has different interpretations in different time periods."

"The invincible general also dies on the battlefield."

"It is not surprising that generals die on the battlefield."

"A general must die on the field of battle."

"For most people, his value lies in fighting and dying."

And you are almost at the final stage.

"So didn't the shogunate come into being later on?" Gojo Satoru walked up to Dazai and sat down, took off his shoes and socks and soaked his feet in the water, "I'm doing something like this. Before I die."

He didn't say "I'm not going to die".

Even if it is the strongest, it will still die.

He clearly knows this.

"The average number of students enrolled in the High School of Conjuration is six, and the average lifespan of a conjurer is less than 50 years old. Excluding auxiliary conjurers, conjurers who are less harmful, that is to say, those in the so-called conjurer world There are only less than three figures in the core personnel."

A much smaller number than other classes of special personnel.

A curse can only be removed with a curse.

Therefore, every conjurer is precious, even those who have been sentenced to death like Yigu Youta and Huzhang Yuren, non-humans like Pang Da, and those who have no magic power like Zenyuan Maki can enroll in the conjuration master Specialize.

Gojo Satoru has always just talked about killing the upper class.

"In the management, are you choosing the 'right person'?" Osamu Dazai asked a sharp question.

Gojo Satoru: "He was appointed by the previous management."

"The power of arbitration is handed down from generation to generation, and it becomes a knife that can be swung at anyone. It is difficult to exercise the power that can surpass the rules. It is the so-called bond between people that involves the knife."

"Being a teacher is the slowest and least efficient way to teach outstanding disciples and get more people to follow. Your opponent knows more about human heart and interests than you, so he indulges you. You think you are Fighting for it is actually just being appeased."

Osamu Dazai paused and said, "I've never seen a 28-year-old boy as innocent and innocent as you."

What a teacher can do, Zhongyuan Zhong also knows that he organizes himself.

Gojo Gojo survived until now, 100% because he was too strong.

"You mean to recommend me to rebel directly?"

"What about after the rebellion? With your appearance, can you be a good leader? I don't think so." Dazai Osamu's tone was full of disgust, "I suggest you first find people who shouldn't hold swords, and people who can hold swords correctly. , and then let them go where they should go. When your students go through the normal process and become managers, the magic world is over, okay?"

Five Enlightenment: "I have enlightened."

This is to find the high-level alignment.

He stood up, stood for a while and sat down again.

Dazai Osamu who hoped he would find something to do quickly: "..."

"You seemed to be calling me stupid just now." Gojo Satoru said in a positive tone.

"I'm not interested in or understand things like conspiracies, but my brain is still very good. For example, the matter of Yuyi Fox, in fact, I just kill her. It's not impossible for you to start To end this matter, I just want to make trouble, so I have been procrastinating."

For example, you want to drive me away.

Osamu Dazai: Don't be witty when you shouldn't be, thank you.

Gojo Satoru knew that he couldn't get any answer if he asked directly, so he asked casually: "If I were a general, then what would you play in the first place to save your friend?"

After finishing speaking, the term "Demon Concubine" suddenly appeared in his mind.

I heard that the boss of the Port Mafia is a perverted lolicon, and Osamu Dazai seemed to be twelve or thirteen years old when he followed him.

Could it be that he was forced to wear skirts since he was a child... right?

Osamu Dazai didn't know what strange things were going on in his mind, but he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Could you be contacting Ango behind my back?"

No wonder he felt that Gojo Satoru had a strange attitude when he met him in prison.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru betrayed Sakaguchi Ango without any psychological burden, "So the answer."

"It's a rebellious minister." Dazai showed the usual evil smile of a schemer, "I told my leader, if there is only one life between him and my friend, it will be my friend."

Unlike Dazai Osamu who was raised by Mori Ogai in other worlds, he was raised by multiple Dazai Osamu.

Although they are all jerks, they taught him how to arrange Mori Ogai.

Gojo Satoru: "I learned it. I will say the same next time."

I knew I would have done this when I was discussing about Yi Gu and Youren.

Dazai: "...Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I sleep during the day."

"Normal people sleep at night."

"I'm not human."

Gojo Satoru carried him back to the room.

Dazai: Just do it if you can't say it, can't you afford it?

While the cats were asleep, the flowers outside the porch also covered their faces.Only the moonlight peeking into the room knew that no one in the room was asleep.

Wujo Wushengsheng waited until the sun came out before confirming his guess.

It was very easy for him to discover Osamu Dazai's anomaly.

Because the opponent is using a reversal technique.

The object of use is yourself.

This is something he often does, so the mana wave can be recognized at a glance.

The night probably has a bonus to Dazai Osamu, so that the opponent still has the power to cover up.

When the sun came out, it was revealed.

Lifting the blanket that covered the top of the head a little, only the top of the head and one eye were exposed, Osamu Dazai said with the last bit of hope: "Are you busy today?"

Between the fluffy soft hair and the goose-yellow plush blanket, the young man's eyes are wide open, shining, beautiful and lovely.

Gojo Satoru: "Atsushi went and helped me."

"...he belongs to my family."

"He offered to do it for me, and the reward is for me to coax you well."

"...I'm fine, don't bother you."

Atsushi Nakajima!Did I raise you for so many years to make you trouble me? !

Dazai, who was very disappointed with the little tiger, planned to send him to an armed detective agency to farm as soon as he returned to Yokohama, but was ripped off the blanket inadvertently.

Gojo Satoru began to pull the bandage on his body: "Where did you get hurt? It hasn't healed after treatment."

His eyes gradually lost their luster, like a salted fish about to give up struggling: "Do you really want to know?"

"Ah."

Just as Gojo Satoru nodded, he saw Osamu Dazai laughing.

With unabashed, pure malice.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand and opened Unlimited, but was suddenly pulled back by the opponent.

Osamu Dazai used a power to cancel his spell.

It also made it impossible for me to use the reversal technique.

That face that has fascinated countless people, like a jade carving, suddenly split from the right forehead and under the left eye, thick blood gushed out from the fresh wound, and soon fell on the back of Gojo Wu's hand, staining him white sleeves.

The smile on that face was hypocritical and nasty: "Ah, I'm sorry for getting you dirty."

But Gojo Satoru didn't seem to have heard his words, he only saw the bandage on the man's body changed from snow white to red in a short time, and the red flowers bloomed, one after another, spreading each other, merging into one One piece, and then layer upon layer to make the red color more intense.

Not one or two, but countless wounds bleeding.

"how so?"

He had obviously untied the other party's bandage before, and underneath was smooth and fair skin, although it was cold, but...

But still good.

Hoping that this was just someone's prank, he stretched out his hand and tore off the other's bandage, and with great force, he removed the bandage around his neck at once.

Dark purple strangle marks surround the entire neck.

More than one.

Even the graceful and slender neck looked terrifying.

Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, and slowly unwrapped the bandage himself: "These are all injuries I have suffered. Most of the fatal ones came from self-suicide, and the non-fatal ones... I don't remember much."

He doesn't like using spells very much, because it also affects his mental state, negatively.

The state of the soul is fed back to the body, and the injuries suffered in life reappear in the same way.It is necessary to rely on the continuous use of the reversal technique to maintain the appearance of the normal state.

Sleep is the best way to conserve energy.

"Don't you think it's strange? I don't know how many times I have died from these injuries on other people, but I survived."

Osamu Dazai unwrapped the bandage to his shoulder and stopped, pressing his fingers on a wound.

The wound was extremely smooth and was cut by a knife.

The shoulder bone was randomly chosen as the entry point, and the bone and flesh were cut open together.From the point of view of choice, there is a heart in the path of the knife, and then it cuts him in half from the waist.

Whether it is strength or swordsmanship, the person under the knife has reached the peak.

Blessed cherry idiot.

"You should have heard of Mr. Fukuchi's supernatural ability. He can unleash the power of the weapon a hundred times. He was using his own knife at that time, so cutting me was as easy as cutting tofu."

"But how could Osamu Dazai's death be obtained so easily? In Yokohama, a special place, I turned into a curse spirit. It's really...hating."

Osamu Dazai watched the other party completely lose expression, and ended the presentation with the last sentence: "If I untie it further, I will not be able to maintain the integrity that human beings should have. Are you satisfied?"

There should be no involvement other than hatred between the curse spirit and the conjurer.

After this incident, Gojo Satoru should be able to understand that he is already a dead person, right?

Gojo Satoru pulled the blanket beside him, wrapped Osamu Dazai up and pushed him down on the bed, then ran out.

The three of Fu Heihui who came to watch the situation after breakfast bumped into Gojo Satoru who seemed to be really blind.

Nagasaki, who was rushing forward, touched his painful head and complained: "Mr. Gojo, why...why are you so bloody on your hands?!"

The tone of her last sentence rose to the point where she almost broke her voice.

They asked him to coax Osamu Dazai, how did things turn out like this?

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and took a look, the blood had already dried on his sleeves and hands, in large patches, quite shocking.

After shedding so much blood, and being able to talk so much with a smile, is it worthy of being a dead person?

"It's nothing serious, just wash it off. Dazai is sleeping, so don't bother him." Gojo Satoru was about to leave after speaking, took a step and stopped, and said to them, "You go to the tea room first and wait for me."

The three of them just received the mission today, but they all nodded in unison.

There are priorities, this is not "no big deal", it's a big deal, okay!

Gojo Satoru nodded and continued walking straight out.

Knotashi Yuhito looked at his back and whispered, "Mr. Dazai could be..."

Fu Heihui: "It must be suicide."

Excluding the possibility that someone hurt Osamu Dazai in front of Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoru hurt Osamu Dazai, the rest is the truth.

In the case of suicide, someone is also a habitual offender.

But this time it seems to have made a big death.

They have never seen Wujo teacher like this.

Gojo Satoru was sitting by the lake last night, his hands and half of his sleeves soaked in the water, dazed.

In my mind, for a while, the other party was covered in blood, and for a while, the other party was smiling.

It doesn't seem to be any different.

He knew that Osamu Dazai was far more world-weary and gloomy than he showed, and he also knew that the other party always wanted death in the true sense.

But this kind of appearance like no one can change him, no one can save him, is really unacceptable.

Is there no one who can save him?

No, even if others can't, he must be able to Wujowu.

He promised a guy with glasses to save Osamu Dazai.

After making up his mind, he took his white hands out of the water and strode towards the tea room.

The first-year trio who had been waiting for a long time looked up at him in unison.

Gojo Satoru: "Let's discuss how to coax Dazai well."

The three of them nodded solemnly, moved aside a little, and asked him to sit over.

"First, I want to ask you a question." Gojo Satoru ate a wagashi to suppress his shock, "Why do you think Dazai and I are a couple?"

Could it be because Dazai liked him but he didn't find out?

The three of them stared at each other in silence for a while, and Hirohito Hirohito told the truth: "Well... Actually, any person who is good-looking and can talk to Mr. Dazai stands with him for more than 3 minutes, we feel that there are two people. There is a problem. Probably because you spend a lot of time with him."