I decided to debut after dressing up as a real person

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Zhenren—"

"Let me go, let me go, I'm sorry, I have something urgent right now, we can talk about it later."

Mamako turned sideways to avoid Dazai Osamu who was standing in the middle of the corridor, his facial expression cracked slightly, and the old man stretched out the hand that was dripped with curse spirit's saliva, wishing to be one meter away from himself, and quickly left the corridor.

Still murmuring in a low voice, wash your hands!handwashing!handwashing!

Osamu Dazai looked at Mamako without looking at him the whole time, and avoided him directly, ran past him in a trance, and disappeared on the spot without looking back, leaving only a furious back.

Dazai Osamu watched the far away back, and swallowed back the rest of the unfinished words.

The slender and white hands shuttled in the cold water, and there was a circle of light gray sutures around the wrist. Mamako gave a happy admiration from the bottom of her heart.

Being able to wash your hands at this moment is really the happiest thing in the world!

After washing for a full 5 minutes to make sure that her hands were completely washed, Mamako was satisfied, and reached out to hug the mantra who was obediently staying by the side of the sink.

Mamako delicately picked up the fluffy dog, who comfortably collapsed into a fluffy pancake in her arms, and left the bathroom while rubbing him.

As soon as I returned to the corridor, I found that it might be because of the problem that the curse spirit was eliminated. The thick black mist permeating the corridor slowly dissipated, and the whole corridor was much brighter than before.

Osamu Dazai stood directly under the incandescent lamp in the corridor, and the bright light cast down from above his head, casting a hazy halo on the bandaged boy.

Under the light, the young man's slender hands were raised in front of his eyes, with a smirk on the corners of his lips, and his previously lifeless eyes shone with fragmentary light, as if a child had seen something novel and interesting and was playing with it with great interest. wearing something.

It's "scream"!

The good eyesight of the curse spirit allowed Mamako to see clearly what Dazai Osamu was researching in an instant. It was the curse spirit version of "Scream" that she had just created with "inaction transformation" in a hurry.

Because I was in a hurry to wash my hands, the spell version of "Scream" should have fallen on the carpet in the conference room.

How could it be in the hands of Osamu Dazai.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Mamako who came back from washing his hands. Osamu Dazai turned around and faced Mamako. With the mantra "Scream" between his two well-defined fingers, he raised his hand and greeted lazily.

"Miss Zhenzhen, are you back?"

The soft voice seemed to be non-aggressive, and the voice echoed in the corridor. Mamako looked at Osamu Dazai who seemed to be in a good mood with a smile on his face.

Osamu Dazai's gaze seemed to be that of a magic dog in her arms, and he paused for a moment, as if he didn't know anything, and just glanced at it inadvertently.

She held the hand of the curse spirit dog for a moment, hesitated for a while before gently answering Dazai Osamu's words: "Yeah."

After Mamako left, Dazai Osamu did not wait where he was, he went to the 1804 meeting room and wandered around slowly.

There was silence in the meeting room, and the cold and biting atmosphere slowly dissipated in the air over time. The smell of blood in the air was so slight that it was impossible to tell that in this meeting room, a shocking murder happened not long ago. A supernatural event in which more than ten low-level employees of the port Mafia were killed by an invisible monster.

The conference room was cleaned by the cleaning staff, and the bloody and bloody scene was completely gone. The red carpet on the floor was replaced with a new, soft carpet, and a novelty object he had never seen before lay quietly on it.

Found something interesting.

Hearing the girl's answer, Osamu Dazai twirled the magic version of "Scream" held between his index finger and middle finger neatly in the air, and then held it in his palm.

The boy with one eye wrapped in a bandage touched the corner of his clothes, then slowly walked away from under the incandescent lamp, out of the blurred halo, as if his whole body went dark in an instant, and slowly walked towards Mamako on the other side of the corridor .

Da da da--

Careless steps, the sound of footsteps is very casual, without any rhythm at all, heavy and light, fast and slow.

Mamako lowered her head slightly, reached out and lowered the brim of her peaked cap, a few strands of gray-blue hair playfully emerged from the bottom of her peaked cap and stuck to her fair cheeks.

The bandaged arm and the palm stretched out in front of her eyes made her nowhere to hide, and the palm slowly spread out to reveal the spell version of "Scream" lying on the palm.

Mamako looked up at Osamu Dazai who was standing in front of her, the boy's iris-colored eyes were bent into a slit, and the corner of her mouth was raised with a smile she didn't like.

"Miss Zhenzhen, I just picked up this thing on the carpet in the conference room, is it yours?"

The boy spoke, his voice was light and light, but it inexplicably made Mamako's hands itch.

It's not polite at all to tickle the hands of someone who hasn't met a few times, Mamako frowned.

But the curse spirit version of "Scream" cannot be left outside. Although I don't know why Osamu Dazai can see the curse spirit version of "Scream", ordinary people don't know what it is.

If people in the magic world saw it, they would probably find that it was actually a curse spirit, reminding them of the silver-haired and black-patch Gojo Satoru that they met the day they came through.

It has to be taken back and cannot be left in other people's hands.

"Thank you, I accidentally dropped it." She replied politely.

Mamako stretched out her hand to take back the curse spirit version of "Scream" in the palm of the young man. At the moment when the knuckle-like fingers were about to touch the curse spirit version of "Scream", Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand in an instant, and put the spell The spiritual version of "Scream" is held in the palm of your hand.

Mamako narrowed her strangely colored eyes, and slowly put down her outstretched hand, an inexplicable impulse came to her heart, and it turned out that the itching feeling she had just now was not her illusion.

Because her hands are itchy now! ! !

Dazai Osamu didn't seem to notice the irritability of the girl in front of him at all, he still went his own way and raised the curse spirit version of "Scream" to his eyes, looking at it through the light.

He said casually: "I have to be responsible for this cute little thing, and I can only hand it over to its real owner. Miss Zhenren, you said that you accidentally dropped it, so do you know what it is?"

"It was the blessing doll I bought when I visited the temple last year! The master of the temple said that I must wear it close to my body and will protect my safety. Can Mr. Dazai return it to me? After leaving the blessing doll for a while, I started to feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. "Mamako said firmly.

How can there be a blessing doll that grows into such a shabby appearance? If you really buy this kind of blessing doll, the business must not go bankrupt!

"Praying doll?" Dazai Osamu was also impressed by Mamako's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, he slightly widened his kite eyes and asked back.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's disbelief, Mamako curled her lips secretly.

Could it be that I can still say that it is a curse spirit? ? !

Even though there were 1 complaints in my heart, it didn't show on the surface.

With a sincere expression and firm gaze, under the gaze of Osamu Dazai, she spoke forcefully, "That's right, it's the blessing doll!"

Did not hear Osamu Dazai's answer, Mamako continued to ask: "Mr. Dazai, can you return the blessing doll to me? I feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and my heart is beating rapidly."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand to cover her chest in a playful way.

"You covered it wrongly, the heart is on the left side." Osamu Dazai pointed out the problem blankly.

Mamako was not embarrassed either, her hands changed from covering the right side to covering the left side.

The atmosphere in the corridor froze for a moment.

"Master Dazai, Miss Makoto, my lord wants to see you." The Mafia personnel who broke into the port suddenly broke the deadlock between the two.