Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

Osamu Dazai stepped out of the elevator, leaving water marks all over the corridor, like a cleaner dragging a mop all the way to the door of the office.

As soon as he opened the door, he received a "warm welcome" from his partner.

"Bastard Dazai! Do you know what time it is!?" Kunikida Doppo angrily listed his crimes, "You are almost an hour late! The mission report has been delayed for so long! I just finished writing it for you !"

Those reprimands had no effect on Osamu Dazai, he patted the other person's shoulder with a playful smile, and gave him a thumbs up: "Goodjob..."

"Uh..." Kunikida Doppo couldn't bear it any longer, he kicked the sloppy new member with a roundabout kick, as if he wanted to kick him into the wall.

Osamu Dazai turned sideways and escaped without any risk.

He patted his chest in a false alarm: "Wow, it's so dangerous..."

"Hurry up and go to work! There are commissions in the afternoon!" Kunikida Doppo cursed, but his hands didn't stop. He dug out a clean towel from the cabinet and threw it on Dazai Osamu's head, "First put the hair Dry off your clothes! You've stained the floor!"

"Yes yes yes—" Dazai Osamu wiped it perfunctorily with a towel on his head, "Kunikida-kun, what commission did Tsukimi-kun make?"

Kunikida Doppo looked at the scum with an expression on his face: "Isn't his surname Tsukimiri? You can't even remember your friend's surname right?"

"Don't you ever call each other nicknames or nicknames with your friends?" Dazai Osamu cast a sympathetic look, "That's right, after all, it's Kunikida-kun..."

——What do you mean it's him after all! ?

Kunikida Doppo had blue veins on his forehead, he took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to beat up Osamu Dazai: "Mr. Tsukimi Sato didn't mention the content of the commission, he said he would send it by email later."

Osamu Dazai muttered, "It's really watertight."

"The president will be very happy." Edogawa Ranpo interrupted suddenly, with his legs resting on the desk, holding an unpacked bag of dorayaki.

"That's right, that's how it is." Osamu Dazai muttered to himself, although he was still one step away from the truth, his premonition was indeed right.

Edogawa Ranpo asked: "Aren't you going to stop him?"

"It's useless." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes, and wiped his hair slowly, "That guy won't be changed by a few casual words, and I can't stay by his side 24 hours a day. .

As long as he doesn't give up on this idea, no one can save him, and he doesn't need others to save him-but from another perspective, he is saving himself. "

The squeezed snack packaging made a rustling sound.A few seconds later, Edogawa Ranpo took out a dorayaki from his bag: "For him, it is a painless ending."

Osamu Dazai smiled wryly: "But he should have had a better ending."

"No." Edogawa Ranpo stated the cruel truth in a calm tone, "Every choice he makes is one step closer to the abyss, even if he can make the right choice once, he won't be in the situation he is today. "

"What are you talking about?" Kunikida Doppo was confused by the conversation between the two riddlers, "Is it Mr. Tsukimi Sato? Is he in danger?"

"How is it possible, what danger can he encounter?" Edogawa ranpo biting the dorayaki, his voice was indistinct, "Unless he and Dazai are tied together and thrown from Tokyo Tower, otherwise he will not meet It's dangerous."

"Anyone would be in danger!?" Kunikida Doppo complained.

the other side……

The noon sun poured down and fell on the Tsurumi River next to the city. The water surface reflected the dazzling light like a mirror, and the buildings reflected in the water seemed to be bathed in spotlights.

The protagonist being discussed by the detective agency is walking along the river.

Thanks to Xia Youjie, his plan was disrupted.

Tsukimi Ri Hongying originally planned to put an end to all this after the exam results, but after receiving a call from Gojo Satoru, he decided to postpone the plan until the end of Hyakki Yakura.

Although it is not impossible to end everything before the night of the ghosts, it can reduce casualties and losses.

But the moment he heard Xia Youjie's gauntlet, he felt a strong emotion, as if filling his heart with dark gray concrete, solidifying it into a clear and definite thought.

—— Xia Youjie must fail.

It's hard for Yue Jianli Hongying to tell what the reason behind it is, maybe it's because she wants to prove her right, maybe it's because she wants to stop the other party, maybe it's childish revenge, or maybe it's other reasons.

He couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter, it didn't matter what the reason was, he just wanted to do something he really wanted to do once.

So, do whatever comes to your mind.

Consider it his last willfulness.

……

The civil service exam, which had tormented the conjurers for half a year, was finally over, and the results were announced a few days later.

The passing rate of general civil service examinations does not exceed [-]%, but on the side of the conjurer, it is a different style of painting, under the deliberate control of Hong Ying in Tsukimi.

On the contrary, the unqualified rate does not exceed [-]%, and basically all conjurers who have a little brain and have studied hard are qualified.

Although the pass rate is high, it is not once and for all. They need to retake the exam every three years, in the name of consolidating knowledge points.

However, it doesn't matter if it's delayed or not, whether or not he becomes a servant of the people, the most urgent matter in the magic world is to deal with the special curse master Xia Youjie.

In the blink of an eye, it was December 24th.

Kyoto, the Holy Land of Magic.

At sunset, hundreds of ghosts walk in the night, and thousands of released curse spirits pass through like locusts, breaking the tranquility of this thousand-year-old capital. A young man with dark blue hair in a black windbreaker stands on the top of the building, looking down from above like a god, Take a panoramic view of sudden changes.

The astonishing number of curse spirits did not cause any change in his expression, and his smoky gray eyes seemed to be looking at a picture that had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by from a distance, and he was so cold that he shivered, and his indifferent and calm image was instantly shattered.

If I had known earlier, I would not have worn clothes that were easy to move around.

Yuejianli Hongying has been guarding here for a long time, just to join the battlefield as soon as possible and sweep away thousands of troops with absolute strength.

Although his supernatural ability is very strong, he can't cause fatal damage to the curse spirit. Even if he uses the "Daughter of the Sea", he can only devour the spells released by them. It is impossible to simply swallow the spell spirit, because this It is the mutual cancellation between the energy bodies, while the mantra belongs to the category of life bodies.

Since supernatural powers can't exorcise curse spirits, there's no need for him to use so many bells and whistles to decorate the battlefield as a personal show.

Most of them are spell spirits below the second level. He only needs a spell tool and a high burst of "red shoes" to be invincible.

Yuejianli Hongying casually held the expensive special-grade spell tool, leaped from the roof of a building tens of meters high, and rushed towards the place where the spell spirits gathered, at such a fast speed that only a touch of blue color could be seen. Flashed through the air like lightning.

Countless curse spirits that passed by him were wiped out in an instant, and viscous, non-human-colored blood splashed out from their shattered bodies, like fireworks that exploded one after another.

In just a few seconds, he actually solved dozens of curses of different levels.

Hong Ying in Yuejian didn't intend to stop, he was like a spinning top, shuttling between the streets and floors like a blue light, slashing and slashing without any extra movements The spell spirit and did not destroy other buildings, the efficiency is surprisingly high.

This Hundred Ghosts Night Walk with a huge disparity in numbers was abruptly turned into a greedy snake with no mercy by his overwhelming strength.

A few minutes later, the area under his charge was cleaned.

The corpses of hundreds of curse spirits are piled up in different places, and it won't take long for them to disappear.

Yuejian Li Hongying shook off the blood on the spell tool, and after a warm-up exercise, her body finally warmed up.

But his ears were red and sore from the high-speed movement just now, and his head was also aching, whether it was due to using a different ability or being blown by the cold wind.

He covered his unconscious ears with his warm palms, and couldn't help thinking that he should wear earmuffs before going out.

It's all Xia Youjie's fault, why do you have to have a Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts in winter? Is the curse spirit also rushing to celebrate Christmas?

While complaining in his heart, Hong Ying took out his mobile phone and checked the time. After thinking twice, he decided to go to the High School of Conjuration.

Although the areas in charge of the other conjurers have not been resolved yet, their combined areas are not as big as his alone, and he has almost cleaned up most of the spell spirits in Kyoto.

If this level of casualties still occurs to ordinary people, then they can stop messing around and just go to a factory to screw the screws.

Compared with Kyoto, where the situation is basically safe, Tsukimi Ri Hongying is more concerned about the situation of the High School of Conjuration.

Gojo Satoru wanted to use Xia Youjie as a level boss to hone the students, and he had no objection to that, it was fine to beat him to the point where he lost arms and legs, as long as he had one breath left.

But the question is, will they really save Xia Youjie?

Don't look at Gojo Wujo, who is now able to joke about his only best friend in front of him with a playful smile.

Sometimes he laughs at his family's second disease, and sometimes he complains about his pushiness, but this strongest magician never made a positive promise that he would not kill Xia Youjie, and even tried it in front of him several times.

There is no doubt that Gojo Satoru planned to kill Xia Youjie.

Tsukimi Ri Hongying would never stand by and watch this kind of thing happen, and Gojo Satoru knew this, so he specially arranged him in Kyoto, which is farthest from the Conjuration High School, instead of Shinjuku.

From Kyoto to Tokyo, it takes two or three hours by car alone.

But if you use "red dancing shoes" to travel, it won't take that long.

Fortunately, I took painkillers before going out.

He put away the spell tool, and after determining the direction, he disappeared in the same place like a gust of wind.

……

On the other hand, Tokyo.

The plan of Hyakki Night Walk came to a disastrous end, Xia Youjie lost to Yigu Yuta, lost his right arm and fled in a hurry, but unexpectedly ran into Gojo Satoru who came from Shinjuku in the alley.

--ended.

This idea clearly appeared in Xia Youjie's mind, but he didn't feel any annoyance or unwillingness, but more of a sense of relief, which he hadn't felt for a long time since he defected.

He thought to himself, is he finally freed from this world?

Now you can take a good rest.

forever...

"Any last words?" Gojo Satoru asked, holding the student card of Otoko Yuta that he threw over in his hand.

Xia Youjie sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, he leaned against the cold wall, and the hard bricks hit his back through the material of the clothes, just like the feeling brought to him by this world that made him unable to laugh.

He lowered his head and said calmly: "No matter what others say, I hate non-magicians from the bottom of my heart."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a second, and asked, "What about Hongying?"

"Why mention him?"

Xia Youjie stared down at the ground, the blood splattered in his right eye added a depressing dark red to his vision, and it became difficult to even open his eyes.

Only when he heard that name, the dark blue that can only be seen when he looks up at the night sky at midnight will habitually flash in his mind.

Gojo Satoru also said calmly: "He knows your wishes, including your desire to kill him."

"Well, what was his reaction?"

"How can that little bastard react? At most, he will say "oh" and then nod to show that he understands. "

"Who will believe you?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged: "Okay, he said that if you go and act coquettishly with him, and then act cute, he can help you with your wish with difficulty. Who knows that you are so stupid that you don't know what to do."

Xia Youjie sighed: "It's a little level, Wu."

"You just made it up, that's what he meant, I just made some artistic processing of his original words." Gojo Satoru didn't feel that his processing was somewhat outrageous, "Do you have anything else to say? "

"I don't hate the guys from the high school." Xia Youjie took up the last words that were interrupted just now, but avoided the question, "It's just that this world can't make me laugh from the bottom of my heart. "

"Jay."

Xia Youjie raised his head upon hearing the sound.

Gojo Satoru moved his lips: "—"

Xia Youjie showed a subtle expression, and then he chuckled, showing a helpless smile: "Ha. In the end, you should say something..."

His words were interrupted.

In an instant, the crystal-clear ice cone approached from a distance, carrying a terrifying murderous intent, and the ever-spreading ice road was like a ignited fuse, which would erupt with terrifying power the moment it stopped.

The target is Gojo Satoru.

When the ice pick was about to pierce him, he raised his hand to resist, and the solid ice shattered in the air with a crisp sound, and the scattered ice slag was like broken glass, refracting brilliant colors in the sun.

Xia Youjie turned his head in surprise, and opened his eyes slightly the moment he saw who was coming.

"It's coming too fast?" Gojo Satoru muttered distressedly, "Did you fly here with a bamboo dragonfly?"

He raised his head, looked at the dark blue-haired young man standing on the wall of the alley, and joked with a smile without any sense of crisis: "You really like to stand on the wall, are you waiting for us to take you out to play? Brother Hongying?"