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that night.

Saito Mori dreamed that he had returned to Einzbern Castle.

Seeing Ilya sitting aside with a small cake in his hands, asking him why he didn't contact her when he got home, he clasped his hands together and apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry Illya-chan~ It's all my fault, don't be angry, okay?"

Saito Mori has no resistance to cute girls, so the apology is very sincere.

Suddenly, someone's hand fell heavily on the table.

"Rintaro—who is Illya-chan?"

Saitomori's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his head... The lovely Illya disappeared, replaced by a cute little girl in red Lolita with blond hair.

She folded her arms and snorted softly.The scene of dancing snow all over the sky transformed into a vast office in an instant.

The bustling city outside can be vaguely seen through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the desks and chairs in the middle of the office have become steps for the little blonde girl to climb up.

The little blond girl stepped on the table, stretched out her hand and gently lifted Saitomori's chin, her blue eyes were serious.

"Rintaro, don't lose yourself—"

"Be sooner, find me sooner!"

"You are..."

The little blond girl's lips opened and closed, and when he wanted to continue listening, the sudden sense of falling woke him up.

"...Hmm." Saito Mori supported the back of his head, looking at the quilt under his body with a helpless expression.

He got up from the ground and huddled on the sofa, still recalling the vague dream.

"Blonde hair...not Illya-chan..."

Saito Mori stroked his chin trying to remember, and Gojo Satoru's voice came from above his head: "Illya-chan? Are you chanting girls' names early in the morning?"

"It's not Illya-chan! It's another girl I met in a dream—" Saito Mori raised his head and wanted to gesticulate with Gojo Gobi, looking at Gojo Gojo who was still wearing a bathrobe and covered in moisture, Saito Mori was silent up.

I have to say that Gojo Satoru is extremely beautiful.

After the six eyes were not covered, they burst out with a very aggressive beauty.

Saito Mori turned his head, but the latter sat directly on the sofa: "The little girl I met in my dream? Could it be that you bought too many lolita costumes yesterday?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru's disgusted look, Saito Mori patted his thigh, solemnly.

"It's really a dream!"

"I felt very familiar with her in my dream..."

"I remember it was Illya-chan at the beginning, who asked me why..." Saito Mori slapped his brain violently, and quickly flipped through his backpack to take out his mobile phone: "Oops, I forgot to tell Illya-chan that I'm safe!"

Gojo Satoru: "...I said you look like this, do you want to see a psychiatrist?"

"After all, I think about it every day and dream at night."

Saito Mori, who had sent the message of safe arrival, raised his head: "Well..."

"...you, um, you!"

Saito Mori stretched out his hand silently.

Gojo Satoru: ...?

"I don't have any money!" Saito Mori said seriously, "Even if you go to check, you have to have money, right?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the man's gradually mature face, and fell into thinking for a while.

Is this guy really three years older than him?

Mingming's age is like an older brother, but asking for money from a young man is not right?

"I'll just give it to you." Gojo Satoru held his chin and couldn't help muttering. "I really don't know how you guys mess around."

Saito Mori pretended not to hear, and even happily took Gojo Satoru's pocket money.

Oops what is this.

Wujo Satoru took the initiative to be filial?

After washing, Saito Mori put the backpack in Gojo Satoru's room, and he was holding Gojo Satoru's card to go out and make an appointment with a psychiatrist in Shinjuku, Tokyo.

He had just left the house, and when the clansmen who came to bring various refreshments saw him, their longing and brilliant expressions froze in an instant.

"...Saito Mori, you, you, you—how did you come out of Wu-sama's room!"

"Look at what you said." Saito Mori played with the bank card in his hand: "Of course they slept together!"

The clansman was furious immediately: "Don't frame Mr. Wu!"

Saitomori walked down the steps: "There is no frame-up—you don't think it's as dirty as you think."

[Laughing, sleeping together but not in the same bed]

[Remind everyone, in a big family, cousins ​​can get married, dog head]

[The one in front, this one is cousin, dog head]

A few bullet screens were brushed hard, and Saito Mori's face was covered with black lines.

Oops, I almost forgot that the existence of barrage can be seen.

Saitomori coughed lightly: "In short, you have to relax." He put his bank card in his hand and continued to walk down. Looking at the angry faces of his clansmen, he touched his chin and said with concern: "Wu Jun just took a shower. Maybe ...need the breakfast in your hands?"

Just after the reminder, there was another angry sound behind him.

"Saito Mori—don't be overly proud! Don't forget that you were abandoned by your parents..."

"Shh..."

The light seems to have been plundered away.

The fingers pressing on the lips are obviously warm, but the cold ones are shivering.

The tribe's pupils trembled violently.

It was obviously still the same face, but at this moment—Saito Mori seemed to be Shura alive, and his chuckle became the bass of Death's last harvest of life.

Is this really Saito Mori...

Obviously, he emptied most of his mother's life from birth, and his father quickly abandoned Saito Mori, an incompetent existence, when he saw this.

In the end, if the clansmen bullied him at will, they would not receive retribution.

Just left for five years, just disappeared for five years...

Why did Saito Mori...become such a terrifying existence? !

The tribe couldn't help shaking twice, sat down on the stone steps, and then watched Saitomori's leaving figure, watching his figure gradually shrink until he could no longer be seen.

This kind of thing happened at the gate of Gojo Wu's courtyard... He naturally noticed something.

But before he could observe carefully...Xia Youjie's message suddenly popped up.

[Enlightenment, look at this quickly]

Gojo Satoru opened it with a finger swipe.

[A large number of space-time travelers appeared in Shinjuku District, Tokyo.

Symptoms: I opened the toilet door before going to bed, and suddenly came to Tokyo from Kyoto and Yokohama

Suspected super magic spirit

Curse spirit ability characteristics: Suspected to be linked to the door]

"It's connected to the door." Gojo Satoru stroked his chin: "But Shinjuku... that idiot should be fine, right?"

Saito Mori, who was chanted by Gojo Satoru, walked out of his room and walked out of the courtyard of Gojo's house under the shocked gaze of many clansmen.

For this reason, Saito Mori also took the initiative to take Wujo's car and went to the hospital he had made an appointment with.

On the way, he also took out his mobile phone to catch fish.

But thinking about it carefully, Illya's time is still midnight... As a good child who goes to bed early and gets up early, Illya-chan shouldn't stay up late, right?

Just thinking about it, the phone vibrated twice.

[Wow! !Great Arsen! !Ilya has been waiting for your news for a long, long time! ]

Saito Mori typed quickly.

[Be good, Illya-chan!go to sleep go to sleep!Don't worry Irisviel, okay? ]

The opposite side responded quickly.

[Okay!Then Illya is asleep...good night, Asen]

Saito Mori couldn't help laughing.

"Converting to my time...it's good morning."

Saitomori raised the corners of his lips and happily put away the phone.As soon as I looked up, the car stopped, and the Shinjuku Hospital was outside the window.

If you don't hurry down when you get there, you'll be wasting your time.

Saitomori opened the car door, and as soon as he poked his head out, he heard the driver in the car say, "You...you really live with Master Wu?"

This asked.

"We must live together." But at present, whether it is a sofa for one night or a sofa for many nights, I don't know at all.

"Okay, okay. I see..." The driver held back his tears and said goodbye: "I will silently bless you."

Without giving Saitomori a chance to react, the driver reached out and pulled the rear door with his hand, and left quickly in his sight.

Saito Mori: ...

"You don't need to start drinking directly."

"Can't you be a little purer?"

[Good guy, whoever heard this sentence would think that a subplot of the book happened! ]

[Adversary! ]

Saitomori held his forehead.

Forget it, I believe that his patriarch uncle will definitely stop it if he finds out?

Without further delay, he walked straight into the hospital.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't come to the hospital alone for a long time, and the surroundings give him a very unpleasant atmosphere.

This kind of breath even followed him until he came to the psychiatrist and said about it with a helpless face. The psychiatrist: "...Mr. Saito, is there a possibility that...you smell Disinfectant?"

Saito Mori: "Doctor, I don't like this surname very much, can I change it?"

The doctor paused: "Let's talk about your symptoms first." He turned his chair and faced Saito Mori.

Black hair, dark red pupils.

It's just a little sick, giving people the feeling of a sick beauty.

The doctor was thinking nonchalantly, and then he heard the other person say with a serious face: "I had a dream last night."

The doctor nodded.

"I dreamed of a little girl with blond hair."

Doctor: ...Huh?

"She kept approaching me... even giving me a familiar feeling."

"Doctor, why do you keep backing away? Do you want to call someone?"

The doctor twitched the corners of his lips: "Of course it is to call the police. I think you are a pedophile! You have a tendency to commit crimes..." He still wanted to dial the number, but Saito Mori turned over and held him down landline.

"As a doctor, isn't it good to discriminate against patients like this?"

His voice was low, without blinking his eyes: "...Huh? Doctor, why are you shaking?"

He shouldn't have done anything excessive.

"Saito, Mr. Saito, right..."

"Doctor, I don't like this title..." As soon as he finished speaking, the psychiatrist changed his sentence: "Mr. Sen!"

"Mr. Mori..." Saito Mori's pupils showed pleasure when he heard this address.He let go of the doctor's hand and smiled slightly: "I like this name."

"So doctor... what do you want to tell me?"

The doctor turned his neck wanting to cry without tears, and then slowly took out a green portrait.

"I don't know... Mr. Sen, have you ever thought that if you have faith... your Lord will come to your dream?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Saito Mori picked up the registration form and left the office without looking back.

[Fuck me laughing to death, did Asen leave so simply]

[I don't know if you have noticed, but A Sen just became very sick and coquettish!That aura opened up directly! ]

[Sick ass!That's what Mr. Mori looks like!Don't forget!After the previous leader passed on the position to Mr. Mori, Mr. Mori was the first with such a face]

[Fuck, is this the power of Chef Mori?That's obviously Mr. Mori's former leader of gs, and he even brought Osamu Dazai as a witness! ]

There was a lot of laughter in the barrage, but for Saito Mori, all the key information was mosaiced.

This is undoubtedly distressing.

After walking out of the office, the uncomfortable breath became more intense.

Is it really that the smell of disinfectant is too strong?

Saito Mori thought for a moment before going to the bathroom.

At this moment, the barrage suddenly burst into flames.

[Damn it, did you find out! !That psychiatrist...]

[What's wrong with the psychiatrist? ]

[Wait for the previous one, what are you talking about being weird! ! ]

[Fuck, this person threw a hook and ran away, leaving me alone here with my heart tickling]

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah I'm sorry I'm back! !I just watched the manga!It turned out that the accessory worn by the doctor turned out to be Tianyuan's head portrait! ]

[Fuck? ? ? ? ]

[Tianyuan? ? ?Is it the Tianyuan I thought? ? ? ? ]

[In front, what kind of Tianyuan can there be in the magic world!Of course it is Lord Tian Yuan who strengthened the barrier! ]

[Fuck, I didn’t expect the followers of the Panxing Sect to appear so early... Think about Riko Tenuchi next, think about Xia Youjie who is going to be blackened next, and Gojo Satoru who was stabbed... ...]

[Help, don't use a knife! ! ! ]

[Oh My God! ! !What is he trying to do lurking here! ! ]

[Stop discussing these plots! !Look at Asen, what is he doing! ! ]

[! ! ! ! ]

And right now, in the bathroom.

Mori Ogai turned off the tap and shook his wet hands.

Washing his hands didn't make him better, it made him worse.

He stared at the "Tianyuan" and "Tiannei Lizi" mentioned in the barrage, and memorized them all.

Although I don't know who that Xia Youjie is, but would Wu Jun get stabbed... that would not work.

Find a chance to tell each other?But he had no idea exactly what happened.

But...the fact that the psychiatrist is a member of the Panxing Cult may be able to take advantage of it.

Thinking of this, Saito Mori pressed the doorknob and prepared to leave.

Just the moment he opened it... Countless malice rushed towards him.

The black mud surged.

Something was watching him from the shadows.

Saito Mori narrowed his eyes slightly, and the innate killing intent spread from his feet.

"Crack-"

What a broken thing.

The surging black mud was like a broken mirror, making a "click, click, click" sound.

Before the thing got angry, Saito Mori said belatedly: "So, you are the thing that disgusts me?"

"So——what are you trying to do after following me?"

As Saito Mori said, the black mud in front of him suddenly opened his mouth wide, swallowing him in.

In this black mud world, Saitomori took out his mobile phone to light up half of the space without haste.

how to say.

Although his body has been weak since he was a child, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have the strength to fight against this thing.

No, maybe it shouldn't be called a thing, but...

"Curse spirit."

"I just don't know how many levels..."

Saitomori chuckled, waved his arms and began to tear the black mud.

The curse spirit, which seemed to be alive, let out an unknown scream like "Wooah".

Occasionally, something wet fell on Saito Mori's clean face.

Saitomori didn't care about this kind of filth at all, and even continued to tear up the curse spirit with great interest... Unfortunately, the interest has not yet reached its peak.

He was spat out through the door by the cursed spirit twice.

Click it.

Saito Mori came out of the door, stopped the feeling of almost falling, and stood on the floor.

——This is not a hospital toilet, but another place.

After all, this exquisite environment, and the piled up documents... No matter how you look at it, it looks like a place for social animals to work.

Since it was an unfamiliar environment, Saito Mori didn't want to destroy everything about the owner of this house.

So... since it came out of the "door", should we try to open this door again?

Saito Mori thought about it and walked over.But at this moment, he heard the very obvious footsteps through the door... For an instant, the smile on his face froze.

Too bad.

The owner of this office is back.

Do you want to fight with the owner of this room or... find a place to hide first?

Saitomori scanned quickly, and found that the curtain not far away could just cover his figure.

He ran over on tiptoe, and when he buried himself in the curtain, he couldn't help looking out the window, and found that the tall buildings outside the window were very similar to the scenery outside the French windows in his dream.

Could it be... is this in a dream? !

Just as Saito Mori thought about it, the door of the office was pushed open.

Guangjin Liulang, who had just opened the door and walked in, looked at the slight water stains left on the ground, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

He raised his hand, and the supernatural power gathered in the palm of his hand.

"I didn't expect that during my absence... there would be guests who came to the door on their own initiative."

Guangjin Liulang's eyes were gloomy: "Can I trouble you to come out?"

"guest."

He talked about the guests, but the murderous intent emanating from his body seemed to penetrate him even through the curtains.

Ok……

It seems that the owner of this house is not an ordinary person, but a military faction who is doing a similar civil job, but actually has blood on his hands?

But listening to the voice is already an old man?Which company is so stinky and shameless, and still oppressing the elderly here?

Saitomori felt emotional in his heart, and heard Hirotsu Liulang's low but full of murderous reminder.

"guest--"

"If I don't come out again, I don't know what will happen next."

Saito Mori, who was hidden behind the curtain, moved a little.

"Don't be so impulsive..." The moment the familiar voice came, Guangjin Liulang frowned involuntarily.

next second.

Saito Mori's too young cheeks, against the backdrop of the window, directly made the eyes of Hirotsu Liunang, who was close to fifty, widen.

He said.

"...boss?!"