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"So, Asaha-san, do you mean that this is just your technique?" Kagajou raised his eyebrows, obviously having doubts about the boy's words, but he couldn't think of any other better explanation for a while, "... ...Then why didn't you say it at the beginning? You have to wait until the barrier of the high school is triggered?"

Qian Yuche: ...

Is this what people from the Yusan family look like?The level of questioning... He almost felt sorry for the higher-ups.

Full of people with no brains.

On the silver-haired boy's face was a tense and slightly uneasy smile that remained unchanged, and his expression was well-prepared, perfectly grasping the emotions of a young "commoner" conjurer who met a high-level official for the first time:

"...Mr. Kamo, I only recently discovered that I have spells..." I have only recently come to this world.

"I'm not very proficient at mastering it..." It's so ordinary that you can switch at will, but there are restrictions on the time of switching.

"I didn't dare to say it at the time... because everyone didn't look like a good person..." Ah, I'm sorry, Principal Ye Moth qwq

Facing the timid and cautious gaze of the young man, Kamo felt great satisfaction in his heart.

He was in the Jiamao family... It can be said that he was a relatively marginalized figure.

So he has almost no chance to enjoy this kind of gaze over there. These belong to those centers, such as Kamo Kenji... He is not qualified to be with the other party.

Therefore, he can only use the name of the Kamo family to receive a little preferential treatment outside.

Kamo Castle was immersed in his own world for a while, so he also ignored the slightly distorted face of Noctua Motha and the calm expression in the downcast eyes of the silver-haired boy, and there was a hint of coldness faintly.

The abandoned son who was used by the family to tempt him... But it is easy to understand, if he controls it well, he will not blind his mind in vain.

After thinking about it in Kamo City, I felt that the question was about the same, and there was nothing more to ask, so I could go back and explain, so I said a few words in my own identity, and walked out of the office.

Then Ye Mo Zhengdao watched helplessly as the silver-haired boy rubbed his face expressionlessly, and his timid, polite and respectful appearance just now changed instantly.

He smiled and looked at the night moth beside him and said: "Mr. Ye Moth, just get used to it~ It's just some low-level tricks~~"

Night Moth said rightly: ... this familiar wave sound with a tail.

It cannot be said that it has nothing to do with Gojo Satoru, it can only be said that it is exactly the same (.

Night Moth: (Pain Mask.jpg)

It's just... Noctua asked solemnly: "Is it really a spell?"

Although Noctua has a ferocious face like a mafia boss, inside it contains a quiet love for the students.

Qian Yuche lowered his eyes: "Mr. Ye Moth... Forgive me for not being able to tell you now, after all, I don't want to tell you lies."

The young man raised his head and smiled softly: "——when the time comes, you will naturally know."

The young man walked slowly towards the door, the white dress with a sense of design swayed with the young man's movements, and the slightly long pure white cloak was patterned with golden patterns, which set off the silver-haired young man as if he had strayed into the door. Like an angel in the world, pure and noble.

It can be seen that Ye Mozheng, who has experienced the proficient face-changing process of young people, said: ... I'm afraid it's more difficult to deal with than that kid Wu.

The teacher in charge looked at the closed door thoughtfully.

I always feel... the arrival of that child will definitely cause an uproar.

——This is the intuition of the conjurer.

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【space】

"Temporary error detected—Error—Error——" After the boy closed the office door, the entire space suddenly became unstable.

Yusaku Kudo frowned.

This shouldn't be... there is no sign of it.

The one who asked them to observe should want them to read Cinderella's experience in this world.

【Book】Looking at the actions of "Sunset", I briefly returned my attention to the void: "Go out first... some unknown obstacles have caused interference here."

What is "Sunset" going crazy again... Regret it?

[Book] At this time, it seems to have a touch of human emotion, which is unabashed ridicule and sneer.

He glanced at the people in the space, and slowly said: "...One day, we will meet here again, everyone."

"...I have dealt with the memories of some people, remember—" His voice was filled with warning and majesty, "Don't publicize everything here. Anyone who violates it will bear the consequences."

[Book] Stayed at Yun Che's position for 1 second longer.

Some people... can have such a little relationship with such a person.

It's really luck of eight lifetimes.

I don't know how to cherish it... Tsk.

To be honest, if I can get that person's sincerity or protection... then I will really have no worries for the rest of my life.

As the pillar of the world who used to fight wits with Asaba, [Book] felt very depressed.

...a mere fusion world! ! !

You can become family with that silver-haired kid!Ye Yinghou, the darling of the world over there... is really lucky.

[Book] Feeling that my feelings at this time are a bit complicated, I shook my head, lightly scolding myself for thinking so much.

. . . He was doomed to be alone.

【Book】Using power, people in the space only feel a pair of gentle hands pushing them, and they return to the real world.

Some people who still retained their memories found that no one around them seemed to realize that they had just left.

People on both sides of the world who have been exposed to scientific concepts since childhood are a little surprised.

... The power of the world... As expected, it is terrifyingly powerful.

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Osamu Dazai paused with his bandage-playing hand. Seeing Ye Yinghou who suddenly appeared in front of him, who was clearly in shock, he waved his hand very well: "Ms. Ye, are you back?"

The iris-colored eyes were thoughtful.

It seems that something unexpected happened... The time is a little bit behind.

Ye Yinghou shook her head to wake herself up a bit. She looked at the black-haired boy in front of her, who was always faintly dead and alienated from the world, and was now wearing a sand-colored windbreaker. Such a man always has something in his eyes.

She couldn't tell.

The woman couldn't help but slightly stepped forward and grabbed the man's hand: "...Mr. Dazai,"

Dazai let the woman hold it, and made a "please" gesture with the other hand gracefully.

"You know about Asaba's past, right?"

"Ah, yes, after all, I had the honor to work with Asaba for a while before." Dazai quickly continued.

Worked together for a while...? ? !

Kunikida cut off the pen in his hand.

Yu Xie Ye paused as he held the hatchet in his hand.

Even Mr. Silver Wolf looked eagerly (?) at the three-flowered cat lying on the window sill.

It is known that Dazai's last job was with the Port Mafia.

And I know that Mr. Oda used to be a low-level member of Hong Kong black.

Then I heard Dazai say lightly, "We worked together for a while before."

Ask: What was the job of the boss of the Oda family, Asaba, once?

After all, Silver Wolf knows a lot. He knows that Dazai was once the youngest Hong Kong gangster cadre who threatened the inner world, and that he was once one of the most vicious duo in the inner world.

I also know the special attitude of Luanbu Maomao, who always has its tail up, towards his friend, and the faint pride when talking about it once - "My new friend is so smart!"

There are also Mori Ogai showing off and hinting a few times overtly and secretly...

Gee.

and so.

Mr. Silver Wolf looked away from the three-flowered cat expressionlessly.

——The boss of the Oda family, Asayu Che, can basically be sure...that is the mysterious advisor from Koguro.

Even Silver Wolf couldn't help but spent some time digesting this matter.

... That's the one, the Hong Kong black consultant.

The ultimate genius in scientific research, the epoch-making figure who can promote the development of decades, has an unknown relationship with the clock tower attendant, but it is estimated that the relationship is not shallow... or the famous "Moriarty" in the world. A person who can be extremely feared by the Secret Service.

Silver Wolf thought for a moment about Oda's tone when he mentioned their boss.

Really, nothing different...?

It is a very common emotion that parents should have for their children who run away from home, but it is relatively light.

...Maybe it's because I know the child's abilities, so I don't feel so worried, and I won't be afraid of being abducted by someone.

As someone who once stayed with Mori Ogai for a while with Yosano Akiko, he also quickly communicated with him as a boy.

After all, he is someone who can play with Dazai, a guy who is usually unreliable, but really has nothing to say in the critical moment, and Mr. Ranpo.

How stupid can you be.

Yu Xie also sighed.

If the child goes out, I'm afraid others are worried... oh.

She still remembers the tumultuous battle of the Supernatural Secret Service at that time.

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at the same time.

Almost at the moment when everyone returned to the real world, Qian Yuche, who was sitting in the coffee shop, twitched her brows, her hands trembled for a moment, and the small coffee spoon in her hand leaned against the wall of the cup with a "ding" sound.

"Ahem——" There was a sudden cough, and the young man's thin body trembled violently.

Qian Yuche swallowed the bloody smell rising from his throat, blinked, trying to restore his somewhat blurred vision.

...Ah, it seems useless.

The boy only felt a splitting headache and nausea, which made him bend down and hide his face under the crook of his arms.

Ranbu understood what happened almost immediately, and directly signaled the photographer next to him to stop shooting, lightly patted the boy on the back, and gestured to the little tiger next to him.

"Tun, you pick up Asagi and take him back to the Armed Detective Agency. Remember, the hugging posture...don't make him hurt..."

Rarely, the devil didn't say anything, and didn't make any superfluous movements. He watched the three of them leave with an ugly expression on their backs.

He just glanced at the young man who seemed to have lost consciousness for the last time, his face was cold and could even be said to have an aura that ordinary people could not look directly at, and he glanced at the bewildered photographer next to him: "...Go back to the place you should go back to. "

After all, the black-haired boy in a thick cloak coughed young, his face was as pale as the boy who was carried away.

"Sunset"... the devil muttered the name silently in his heart.

"Gogol," the black-haired boy stopped in a deserted place, and said a name lightly.

The clown smiled and poked out a head from the side: "What's the matter, Fei Jia~~"

"...It seems that the things we sent over were used in inappropriate places..." He never wanted the boy to be hurt.

The devil laughed very lightly.

If it is seen by an enemy who has seen his smile before—it will definitely be terrified.

——Because those people are long gone from this world.

A cold light also flashed in Gogol's other eye, which was not covered by the cards.

"In this case," the devil's tone was arrogant and cold, "speak to 'Sunset' to terminate the cooperation. What I want..."

An indescribable gleam flashed in Dostoevsky's dark red eyes,

"—I can get it myself."