Night Rabbit is the strongest

Osamu Dazai sat on a small five-story building and looked down with an unclear expression. The gold bars in his hands were already slightly warmed by his body temperature.

The construction team in Chinatown is rebuilding in full swing.

The little brother wearing a hard hat chatted with his colleagues while building the wall: "It's been a long time since I saw such a big scene at night. This time, half of the street is gone."

"Yes." The colleague was manipulating the miniature excavator to lay the foundation: "The Wuzhen group is really generous, and they paid a lot of compensation."

The helmet boy stopped and wiped his sweat: "That's right, I'm afraid of those mafias."

……

The funny chicken and duck talked unexpectedly smoothly, and each of them said their own words without causing any sense of disobedience.

In fact, different people will have different perceptions about the Chinatown destruction incident, but they all think that the other party's remarks are very reasonable.

Reasonable?

Osamu Dazai clenched his right hand tightly. The gold bar in his palm was found by Osamu Dazai secretly in a restaurant after visiting his client in Chinatown yesterday, and there were slightly sunken words on it.

Strange words were imprinted on the skin, confirming that it did not belong to any language on earth, which made him make a bold guess.

The dust splashed high during the construction, and the gray one covered the whole street with a dull filter.

The sun hangs high in the sky, but the sunlight shining on the ground cannot drive away the continuous coldness that has arisen for no reason in Chinatown.

Before Osamu Dazai came, he had just experienced a failed suicide, and before he had time to put on a bandage, the blood deliberately squeezed out of the wound slowly slipped down his left arm.

Stretching out his left hand to the outside of the rooftop, he let his blood drip from his fingertips.

Before the blood drop hit the ground, it was swallowed quietly. In the darkness, some unknown substance pushed away the crooked window frame, and opened its mouth full of satisfaction to eat all the blood.

After feeding, Osamu Dazai slowly wrapped his legs with bandages, with a flirtatious and dangerous smile.

His calculations began.

"Yokohama?"

"What's that place?"

On the Shinkansen, Kamui swayed his legs while admiring the scenery outside the window, while tearing off the rice ball wrapping paper, and eating his snacks one by one.

Little did he know that Yokohama was his birthplace in this world.

In front of Wujo Wu, Kamui never concealed his strangeness to this world, tacitly, Wujo Wu had already discovered something, but Shenwei didn't make it clear, so he tacitly didn't reveal it.

Gojo Satoru was scrolling through the materials on the tablet. It was the first time he didn't enjoy the service of an auxiliary supervisor. He leaned on his seat and said lazily, "Yokohama, it's a place you'll like."

After hearing Gojo Satoru's speech, Kamui immediately stuck to the window, staring curiously at the faintly outlined city in the distance.

With excellent eyesight, Sunway could clearly see the five tall buildings immediately.

These five landmark buildings are somewhat familiar.

Come to think of it, this was when he first came to this world. He was a stillborn strong man who challenged the plan because he couldn't get out of Chinatown.

Once felt that there were several buildings in the port mafia that interested him, Shenwei's eyes lit up: "I really like this city."

Without restraint, Shenwei even prepared to go straight to the mafia headquarters in the port to find trouble after getting off the car, completely forgetting about the task that Gao Zhuan said.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed down Kamui's stupefied fur that stood up high due to excitement, and forced the rabbit's attention to the task.

After seeing through Kamui's scheme, Gojo Satoru immediately changed his strategy against the rabbit.

A few days ago, when I received Gojo Satoru's invitation to fight for the first time, Kamui, who was full of energy and had nowhere to vent, widened his eyes.

He thought that Wujo Satoru had thought about it, and finally got rid of the useless moral shackles and found the joy of fighting.

The result was not happy for a long time, Gojo Satoru said: "The second request, obey the restrictions I put forward."

Gojo Satoru dodged Kamui's attack, and added to this overly greedy request: "Of course, it must be a limit that I said in advance, and it must be a limit you can accept."

This is what Gojo Satoru thought of, the way to tie up this mad rabbit.

Only then did Shenwei nod, and walked out holding the umbrella, "Okay, let's go fight." He had already guessed Gojo Satoru's thoughts in his heart, but he still willingly let Gojo Satoru put the collar on him.

Predators can temporarily hibernate for their own purposes, and Kamui, as the admiral of the space pirate group Spring Rain, is the biggest predator.

After reaching a friendly exchange with each other, Gojo Satoru got under the umbrella, rubbed against Kamui's parasol, and led him to the forest outside the high school.

"Fighting is fine, but before the three requirements are fulfilled, you must stop. How about it?"

Seeing Kamui showing a kind smile, Gojo Satoru took the initiative to take his umbrella, and removed the Kamui weapon in the name of helping to hold the umbrella: "The person who wants to challenge the strongest is actually a person who can't even control the severity of his shots. Rubbish?"

"Okay, I agree." Shenwei was not irritated at all, and continued calmly: "But Mr. Conjurer, please get out first, and you will suffer retribution if you grab someone else's umbrella for sunshade, such as eating too many sweets and getting tooth decay This kind of retribution."

Gojo Satoru squeezed half of Kamui's shoulders into the sun: "Are you a woman who values ​​her skin and doesn't want to get tanned?" To take advantage of Kamui, one can do one thing.

Kamui felt obvious discomfort in his shoulders exposed to the sun, kicked Gojo Satoru away, grabbed the umbrella and returned to the shadows.

When there was a disagreement, the fight began.

After the issue of Shenwei's identity was resolved by Noctua, the two of them had also gone through several fights, and now they got along, not to mention the degree of affection for each other, but at least they wouldn't just launch a fatal attack every now and then.

Kamui didn't care at all about Gojo Satoru's head-touching attack on him - no wonder.

In the end, the admiral, who only grew to 175cm in height, was very concerned, especially in the spring rain, everyone was 1.9 meters tall and two meters tall. The admiral, who thought he would continue to grow, finally played on his 23rd birthday not long ago. Broken long and tall fantasy, broken defense.

So far, the height issue has become a taboo that Chun Yu cannot discuss.

So Kamui hates Gojo Satoru for using his height to take advantage of him, like now.

"Put your hands down, or I'll kill you."

But Gojo Satoru likes to take advantage of this, so he rubbed the furry rabbit's head again, and strategically picked up the tablet to change the subject.

"This mission is a little different." Gojo Satoru's tone rarely became serious: "A week ago, a very strange spell appeared in Yokohama's Chinatown through the window monitoring."

Kamui's fist stopped in front of Gojo Satoru: "Chinatown?"

A week ago, it was the time when Kamui was attacked by a curse spirit in Chinatown, and then met Gojo Satoru.

Kamui had a hunch that this incident might have something to do with him.

The strong wind from the fist blew away some of Gojo Satoru's hair: "That's right."

The ideas of the two coincided with each other.

Shenwei took the tablet, and for the first time looked carefully at this task.

【June x, 2018, Yokohama disappearance event】

[A week ago, a construction team started rebuilding Yokohama Chinatown due to unknown intentions to cause damage. During the rebuilding process, workers disappeared one after another. At present, all 38 members of the construction team are missing. 】

[A large number of curse breaths were detected in the window, and it was suspected that the disappearance was related to the curse, and then the second-level conjurer - Bei Yuanye was sent to investigate. 】

[Now, Beiyuanye has been out of contact for more than 48 hours.According to the last information from Beiyuanye, the construction team unearthed some kind of special-grade cursed object in Chinatown, and inadvertently broke the seal of the cursed object. The situation at the scene was very critical. 】

In the next few pages, there are other detailed materials collected by the assistant supervisor, which are not very important, so Shenwei casually read them a few times.

"It's quite weird." Shenwei has already popularized a lot of knowledge in the field of conjuration: "But--it's so boring, I don't want to go."

Shenwei thought that at least he could meet a curse spirit, but he didn't expect that the target of this mission was a curse object, and there was no fighting, he was not interested in dead objects.

It's not even as interesting as him and Wujo Wujo's anti-tune: "I don't want to go, Mr. Conjurer, what do you want to do?"

I knew this little monster would look for trouble.

However, after the super-grade curse object unseals, it attracts so many curse spirits, as long as the fermentation time is long enough, it is enough to withstand the night walk of a hundred ghosts, and the degree of danger is even greater than that of the super-grade curse spirits.

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to reveal this news that could arouse Kamui's interest, he didn't expect that Kamui, who was clamoring to be a naysayer the last second, suddenly grabbed the tablet again.

On the lighted tablet is the information that automatically jumps back to the home page, which was accidentally captured by Shenwei.

When Gojo Satoru gave Kamui just now, in order to save time, he deliberately moved to the second page of the incident report.

The front page of the information is a list of 38 victims, definitely not an existence that Shenwei would be interested in.

The photo of the first victim hangs in the upper left corner with a big thorn, and her silver-white curly hair is very eye-catching.

Zooming in on the photo with two fingers, Kamui looked at the screen: "Mr. Conjurer, this shouldn't be some random cosplayer, right?"

Gojo Satoru leaned over: "No, this guy looks a bit special. I have the impression that even his curly hair is naturally curly."

Shenwei returned the tablet and looked up: "Let's go, let's save people."

Gojo Satoru sized him up and down in disbelief: "The train has entered the range of Yokohama, so you won't be taken away by some strange ability, right?"

"Who are you, what purpose do you have, why do you want to save people, tell me quickly?"

Kamui took revenge by piercing Wutiao Wuzhuang's shopping bag with an umbrella: "Idiot."

"Saving people or something...Of course it's because people with white hair and curly hair are good people."

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Private setting: The writing method of Gintama Universal Language does not belong to any language in the mantra world, but the pronunciation is exactly the same as Japanese, which is almost the relationship between Chinese characters and pinyin