Is the most powerful spell being taught by my brother-in-law to be a man today?

"Mr. Oda, how are Sakule and the others doing recently? Is the entrance to school going well?"

When Zai Sansuke and Wu Sansuke linger into the infirmary for "treatment", Saiki Hoshino, who trusts his friend's ability very much, is relieved, and she asks about the current situation of Oda Sakunosuke's children.

A few years ago, she was an intern in the nursery class for the children adopted by Oda Sakunosuke, and she met Oda Sakunosuke because of this.

Oda Sakunosuke sat beside her and mentioned the children. The man who was once a killer and now an ordinary writer showed a warm expression: "Thanks to Miss Qimu, they are all good now." Pause After a pause, he scratched his head in distress again: "Others are okay, Xingsuke is about to enter junior high school, and I heard from him that the subjects assigned by the school are quite difficult, and it seems that things are not going well."

"That's it." Qi Mu Xingye thought for a while after hearing the words: "It just so happened that I was doing an internship in a high school recently, and there was a child whose academic performance was not very satisfactory, so I also sorted out some junior high school knowledge... I might as well sort it out later Send it to Mr. Oda at once? It might be helpful."

After hearing the words, Oda Sakunosuke turned his head to look at the girl who had been helping him and the children a lot, with soft eyes.

If Miss Qimu and Miss Qimu's younger brother hadn't saved the children, he would have already...

I haven't seen her for a while, but Miss Qi Mu is still like this, always holding equal kindness and tenderness to the people around her, but now this tenderness undoubtedly has an oblique object.

At the same time, he thought of his "broken love" friend, and couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

Dazai, what a pity.

Oda Sakunosuke finally nodded, not polite to her, just promised: "Thank you very much, if there is anything I can help, please feel free to tell me."

Qi Mu Hoshino nodded with a smile, the conversation came to an end, the door of the infirmary, which had been quiet for a long time, opened, and two childish ghosts with listless eyes and empty eyes walked out from the inside.

As soon as Osamu Dazai came out, he flung himself on the table in a heartless manner, and when Oda Sakunosuke saw this, he went to comfort his friend who had been severely injured.

"Dazai, are you alright?"

Osamu Dazai cried and said, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Oda Sakunosuke fell into distressed contemplation: "But I don't know any young ladies who are willing to die with you, Dazai..."

Kunikida Doppo couldn't bear to complain: "Mr. Oda, please don't spoil him, Dazai, get up for me! Don't take your place here!"

"Kunikida is so cruel! Odasaku bullied me!" Osamu Dazai began to cry louder.

A group of people over there were noisy, which made Saiki Hoshino and Gojo Satoru's side look extraordinarily quiet.

"Are you still feeling unwell? Mr. Gojo." Although he trusted his friend's healing ability very much, seeing Gojo Satoru's poor spirit, Saiki Hoshino couldn't help asking worriedly.

Is Mr. Gojo too tired?

Gojo Satoru rubbed his head and leaned on the chair next to Qi Mu Xingye. The sunglasses on the face of the white-haired young man were a little crooked. He looked at her sideways. Yes, after drinking enough beauty, I managed to recover a little bit of the spirit to speak.

"Yes, I have."

"Eh?" It shouldn't be.

Are you sick?But Akiko's ability should be able to cure even the sickness.

Qi Mu Xingye was slightly startled, she stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his forehead.

Gojo Satoru reached out and grabbed her fingertips, the tall white-haired youth curled up on the chair sleepily, like a big listless white cat.

He lightly rubbed his cheek against her palm, and then slightly raised his blue eyes from behind the crooked sunglasses, watching her whimpering and coquettish: "I'm not happy, I need Miss Qi Mu to hug me to get better. "

This time it's completely out of control.

Vaguely, there seemed to be contemptuous gazes and vague clicks from all directions.

Saiki Hoshino didn't look back, she looked at him seriously, and rarely showed any shyness. On the contrary, Gojo Satoru, who was stared at by her, felt a little uncomfortable, and he loosened his grip slightly.

"... No way?" He was like a cat stretching out its tentative paws, a cat that failed to receive rewards or scolding, a little apprehensive and anticipating.

Qi Mu Hoshino then stretched his eyebrows helplessly, but she refused.

"Not yet."

She had a feeling that it was true, but more, she was still helpless.

Ah, Mr. Gojo, he really didn't realize anything.

she thinks.

About the fact that they are not lovers yet.

"When will it be possible?" Gojo Satoru continued to ask her persistently, just like the previous question about titles.

"Again..." Wait another two days... wait for her...

Qi Mu Xingye opened his long mouth, and was about to answer, when the door of the detective agency was kicked open violently with a "bang".

Enemy attack? !

Everyone in the detective agency, who was concentrating on listening to the gossip with their little ears up, reacted quickly. Those with strength value each took a stance, and those without strength value each found a safe corner and crouched with their heads in their hands to avoid accidental injury.

Until a group of black-clothed men outside the gate gradually revealed their figures.

Osamu Dazai was just about to take the opportunity to bargain with Oda to occupy his next vacation, but he was interrupted by someone, and he didn't even look over there, and he just said a sarcasm: "Long time no see, Chuya, are you here again?" You are quite petite, and your subordinates must be very tired of escorting you, a violent 'princess', to deliver the invitation letter, right?"

Nakahara, who was wearing a black suit jacket outside the door, took the invitation letters handed over by his subordinates casually, took out one of them, and threw the rest on the wooden table at the door of the detective agency.

He suppressed the crossroads full of thoughts in his head, and silently said "Don't care about me with mackerel" thirty times before calmly ignoring Osamu Dazai who had secretly maxed out his black card not long ago.

His gaze precisely located Gojo Satoru over there. He walked over and said politely: "Port mafia, Chuya Central Plains. Regarding the alliance, this is an invitation sent by my boss to you, Mr. Gojo, a super conjurer. The location is the mafia building in the port, and the time is two days later."

Gojo Satoru, who was also interrupted by the sudden and rude door-to-door, raised his eyebrows. He was also upset now, so he didn't move for a while, and didn't reply.

"A slug is a slug, it's really rude!" Osamu Dazai was still yelling out hatred.

Zhongyuan Zhong pressed his hat, held up the invitation letter and began to read silently from the bottom of his heart, as if he was about to bear it again.

Three seconds later—

Nakahara Chuya turned his head suddenly, furious: "Dazai rule you, you damn mackerel, I [beep——], don't think you [beep——]..."

The notorious Central Plains cadre of Port Mafia pointed at Osamu Dazai and yelled at him like a schoolboy in front of his future alliance partner.

Gojo Satoru: "..." Wow.

As long as you insult Osamu Dazai, then we are good friends.

He suddenly felt relieved, Wujo Wu stretched out his hand to accept the invitation letter happily, and said to Zhongyuan Zhongye with great enthusiasm: "Please don't worry, Zhongyuan-jun, I will definitely attend the appointment on time!"

From a close distance, he watched Qi Mu Xingye who changed his face: "..."

"Obviously a human being, but he likes this kind of dark corner like a mouse~ I think he must be compatible with us." The real person walked beside Xia Youjie with his hands behind his back, and said to him.

Xia Youjie walked all the way down the cold and damp tunnel, and soon arrived at the appointed place. He smiled and asked Fyodor, who was quietly staring at the black ball-shaped magic spirit in his hand, "How is it? Mr. Fyodor, Did the experiment go well?"

Demon Fyodor D is thin and thin, and he is wearing an extremely thick hat even though it is not cold winter yet. He raised his head, and in his delicate pale face, his rose-purple eyes were faintly reddened by the invisibility spell. .

Fyodor leaned against the table, turned his head sideways, glanced at Xia Youjie and the curse spirit beside him, and replied without any emotion: "Ah, very good props."

"You." The real person looked at Fyodor with great interest: "Are you sure you don't want to be our companion? Why don't you let me transform you? I'm also very interested in your abilities."

Fyodor ignored the real man's words, he stood up, and returned the restless black curse spirit to Xia Youjie.

"Two days later, the Port Mafia, the Supernatural Secret Service, the Armed Detective Agency, and the conjurer you most care about—Gojo Satoru will gather in the Port Mafia Building." Fyodor tilted his head carelessly, The sick-looking young man coughed in a young voice, and informed him of the information.

Xia Youjie stretched out his hand to bring the curse spirit back into his arms. Hearing the familiar name, the whirling young man with black hair and black eyes lowered his eyes and smiled: "Then thank you for the information. In two days, I ask you to help contain that ability to make it invalid." transformed man."

Fyodor raised his eyes and glanced at them with unclear meaning: "Even if you know that Osamu Dazai's ability can temporarily disable Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit spell, aren't you going to take the risk?"

Xia Youjie turned around, and just as he was about to leave, he waved at the kind-hearted Russian youth behind him: "That's right, even if he can lose him for a short time without a limit, as long as that man is still alive, he can't relax. The warning left by this body, so we still plan to be cautious, as long as he is kept in Yokohama."

After he and Daoist recovered the curse spirit, they left together.

Fyodor, who was left alone in the basement, stood where he was. He lowered his head, moved his fingertips, and pulled out a small red light bug from under his sleeve.

"Oh, the plan didn't work, what should we do? Dazai-kun."

In the distance, in the room of the detective agency, Dazai Osamu lay leisurely on the bed, plugged in his earphones, and the black-haired young man who had reached an agreement with his former "enemy" and briefly cooperated with him sneered: "The other party is so afraid of that man. There is no other way, it’s a pity that I deliberately injured the other party and wanted to relax their vigilance... Well, if this is the case, I can only hope that Gojo-kun has enough strength to stand up to this fear."

Fyodor: "We'll see."

He replied lightly, and with a pinch of his fingers, he destroyed the bug.

Curse spirit.

The lean youth from Russia frowned in disgust.

It's really a group of creatures that are more sinful and disgusting than people with supernatural powers.