Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

It's a sunny afternoon.

The golden radiance poured in through the glass window of the dessert shop, coating a thin layer of warm gold on the handsome young man sitting by the window. His dark hair was a little brighter and softer under the light. That inaccessible temperament.

He propped his cheeks lazily, his black sleeves slid down, revealing a slender wrist tied with a red string, and three cheap epoxy pendants hung down, the pink and tender peach blossoms were frozen in the most beautiful moment, like a giver lost lives.

There were chattering noises in my ears.

The kid with the afro in the cow costume danced and shouted "Master Lanbo", and the silver-haired boy with the bangs parted in the middle was disturbed by him endlessly. Useful, but also had the opposite effect.

In Yuejianli, Hongying was holding the mobile phone, concentrating on quickly flipping through something, as if turning a deaf ear to the noise at the neighboring table.

In fact, he really didn't hear it.

Because he thought it was too noisy, he simply used "Ice Queen" on himself to close his hearing.

Although he doesn't dislike the lively atmosphere, there is an essential difference between lively and noisy, and the current situation will only give him a headache.

Hongying in Yuejian recognized their identities at a glance. They were Peng Gelie's tenth generation Leishou Lanbo? Mototake and Judaime Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The luck was a bit subtle, and the place he chose unexpectedly collided with Pengo Lie in an impartial manner.

Oh, almost missed it.

There is also a little baby wearing an orange pacifier. He knows this person is one of the legendary Arcobaleno and the famous killer Reborn, but he doesn't know why the other party is wearing a potted costume.

The most unbelievable thing is that, except for Pengele Judaimu who was hesitant to speak but stopped complaining, the others regarded him as a real potted plant as if they were visually impaired.

Hongying Yuejian: He doesn't understand, is this the strongest mafia in Italy?

Compared with Port Mafia, they are too lively and active.

What kind of organization did Liu Dao Mu join?

Having said that, he has no intention of leaving. He has no grievances with Pengelie, and it can even be said that he has no intersection with the organization itself, so he will not run away if he meets by chance.

However, I don't know if the person he was waiting for arrived and saw such a scene of demons dancing in the store, would he just pull him away?

Let's talk about it later, he is still looking forward to that guy's reaction.

At this moment, the wind chime hanging at the door rang, like a crisp bird song.

The black-haired boy in a camel windbreaker stepped into the store, he had already locked his target, walked straight over, opened the seat opposite Tsukimi Ri Hongying, and sat down.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, as if he was the one the other party was waiting for.

He greeted with a smile: "Good afternoon, Yuejian-kun."

Although Yuejian Li Hongying closed his hearing, it did not prevent him from noticing that someone was approaching.He released the supernatural power, raised his eyes to look at the opposite side, and met a pair of smiling kite eyes.

He blinked: "Dazai-kun?"

Hong Ying was a little surprised in Yue Jianli, the person who made an appointment with him to meet here was clearly Rokudo Mukuro, but when he looked up, why was Osamu Dazai sitting opposite him?Isn't he in Yokohama?

If it weren't for the nullification of the other party's supernatural power, he almost thought that Liu Daozao had come to the appointment with Dazai Osamu.

Three full days had passed since the day of the negotiation. During the meeting between the Supernatural Special Affairs Section and the Director's Department, he had read all the high-level materials of several Gs sent by Gojo Satoru, and carefully organized and marked them.

Coincidentally, Liu Daoku flew back from Italy after finishing his work, and they made an appointment to meet today.

"What a coincidence, why are you here?" Yuejian Li Hongying asked.

Dazai Osamu sighed, fully showing the exhaustion of a social animal: "There is work to be done here, so I was thrown here on a business trip."

Yuejian Rihong asked like an old mother: "Is the work over?"

"It's over, I didn't miss work." Osamu Dazai glanced at the stack of documents on the table without any trace, "I was planning to try the suicide method of getting into an iron bucket and rolling back to Yokohama from Tokyo, I didn't expect As soon as I turned my head, I saw 100 billion living in the store."

Yuejianli Hongying was not surprised that the other party knew about this, he glanced at the time, and there were still a few minutes before the agreed time.

He put down his phone and asked with a smile, "Why, are you going to pick up the money?"

"No, it's a bit difficult to pick you up, and I don't want to be escorted to prison by you." Osamu Dazai shrugged, he had heard a little about the recent surge in the frequency of arrests of wanted criminals, "Are you waiting for someone?"

Yuejian Li Hongying nodded: "Yeah."

Osamu Dazai stood up suddenly, but instead of leaving, he went to sit next to Tsukimi Ri Hongying.

This side is a row of connected sofas. Compared with the hard single seat, the seat here is softer and more comfortable.

He smiled and asked, "Will it bother you?"

"You've already sat down, and you still ask this kind of question?" Yue Jianli Hongying squinted at the black-haired boy with cute writing all over his face.

"Is that okay—"

Tsukimi Ri Hongying knew at a glance that Osamu Dazai's attitude was to ask questions, so he simply gave up resisting. He leaned against the glass window next to him, and reluctantly chose to compromise: "Speak, what do you want to ask?"

"I thought about it for a while." Osamu Dazai happily raised the corners of his mouth because of the other party's cooperation.

Then, he asked in a firm tone, "Yuejian-kun, are you planning to let the Supernatural Secret Service Division intervene in the magic world to change the closed status of the magic world?"

"That's right." Yuejian Li Hongying admitted frankly, and then boasted, "It's really amazing, as expected of you."

He didn't give Osamu Dazai many clues, he only mentioned that he and the Supernatural Secret Service Division were going to make a deal, but the other party was able to deduce one of his purposes from so few clues, which was indeed very clever.

But this is definitely not what Osamu Dazai really wanted to ask him.

Sure enough, as he expected, Osamu Dazai continued: "But if it's just like this, I feel a little strange."

"What's weird?"

"You did this for Odasaku's wish, right?" Osamu Dazai raised one leg, double folded, and removed the lighthearted disguise, "But changing the magic world is not strictly a matter of saving people." side."

"Why not?" Yue Jianli Hongying did not answer the former, but calmly refuted the latter, "Optimize the treatment of conjurers, so that they can exorcise more curse spirits and save more people."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with this logic itself, but it doesn't apply to you." Osamu Dazai looked straight at the dark blue-haired boy sitting by the window, trying to get some clues from his expression, "Whether you behave No matter what kind of image you make, you are more inclined to think in a straightforward way, not this type of going around in circles."

Yuejian Li Hongying chuckled: "How long has it been since I discovered my true face, are you so sure?"

"Of course." Osamu Dazai curled his lips and said with great conviction, "Whether he is a fool or a genius, Tsukimi-kun will always be Tsukimi-kun."

"Uh..." Yuejian Li Hongying remained silent.

"If your purpose is only to change the magic world, you will not give up on pulling me into the gang." Osamu Dazai threw out another point of view, "Even if you don't take the initiative to bring it up, as long as I have this intention, you won't be able to Decline, because you don't like to waste your brain power on this kind of thing."

He paused: "But you refused."

The slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and he turned his gaze to the stack of documents on the table, his dark eyes were dim.

He put his hand on the document and stroked it gently: "Of course, I have considered that you prefer to fight alone, but judging from the reward order that has not been withdrawn and this appointment, the answer is no, you have helpers .”

Speaking of which, he was cheated, right?

What the other party said to him at the beginning was "I can handle it alone", but there are obviously other people, it's too much.

"Why did you just push me away?" Osamu Dazai didn't express the flash of thought in his heart, he smiled, asked himself and answered, "It's very simple, because the more I contact, the deeper I get involved , the easier it is to guess your real purpose."

He raised his eyes, met those gray eyes, and smiled at Yan Yan: "Yue Jianjun, you think I will stop you."

"Uh..." Yuejian Li Hongying was silent for a few seconds, noncommittal: "It's all about this, if I deny it, you won't believe it."

"Even for this sake, you don't want to reveal your thoughts, do you?" Osamu Dazai turned his gaze to the next table.

While they were talking, the noise escalated again. Pengelei, who was wearing a cow suit, accidentally fell off his seat and fell to the ground. The child who was jumping around arrogantly just now burst into tears.

"Yes, be patient!"

"Tsukimi-kun, do you know?" Osamu Dazai changed the subject abruptly, "The Povino family has a very magical technology."

Obviously, he also saw the identities of the people at the next table.

In Yuejian, Hongying heard a little bit: "Is it a ten-year bazooka?"

"That's right, it's said that you can exchange with yourself ten years later." Dazai Osamu looked at Lanbo who was crying more and more and took out a purple bazooka from his hair, "Do you think this is real or fake? "

"While it sounds incredible, it does seem to be true."

Yue Jianli Hong Ying heard Liu Dao Muku mention that although this guy always speaks truth and falsehood, he would not make up a silly lie about this kind of thing.

Osamu Dazai smiled, but said nothing.

However, at the moment when Lan Bo was about to blow up the ten-year bazooka on his head and flee to ten years later, something unexpected happened.

Osamu Dazai pretended not to control the center of gravity, and suddenly fell to the next table with exaggerated acting skills, and then he quickly slapped the ten-year bazooka in Lanbo's hand to the side, aiming at the direction of Tsukimi Ri Hongying.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing, bastard!?" Prisoner Hayato roared.

Tsukimi Ri Hongying did not expect Dazai Osamu to play this one.

In this case, it is enough to create an ice wall to block the ten-year rocket launcher, but...

Osamu Dazai grabbed his wrist.

——Supernatural ability, "Disqualification in the World".

Tsukimi Ri Hongying's pupils quaked immediately, unable to use supernatural powers, he looked at the smiling black-haired boy in disbelief, and a screen of question marks filled his heart.

He also wanted to ask the same thing, what the hell are you doing! ?

At the moment when the ten-year bazooka hit Tsukimi Ri Hongying with precision, he heard Dazai Osamu whisper: "Do you think I can see you in ten years, Tsukimi-kun?"

The gray eyes widened slightly.

In the next second, the ten-year rocket launcher exploded, and purple smoke rose.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai felt his wrist tighten several times.

Another thing happened that no one expected, this time including himself.

The smoke dissipated, and Hongying in Yuejian disappeared.

In its place was a boy with dark blue hair wearing a navy blue kimono, about eight or nine years old, with light gray eyes fixed on Osamu Dazai clasping his wrist.

The unfamiliar environment made him vigilant with the naked eye, like a kitten whose fur was blown due to the invasion of the territory, and the situation that the different ability could not be used cut off his way to resist, and made him fall into a rare panic .

But the panic was short-lived, he quickly recovered his calm, and judged that the black-haired boy in front of him was the culprit that caused him to be unable to use the supernatural power.

"Excuse me……"

A childish voice sounded, and the boy named Mo Yonghongying restrained his hostility wisely, and asked calmly, "Where is this place? And... can you let me go, big brother?"