My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

The four of them walked straight along the path of the school, and finally arrived at the dormitory building.Osamu Dazai skillfully pried open the door of 408 and brought the remaining three people into the house.

Hoshide Kazuya asked the same question again.

When asked on the road, the three of them did not give a positive answer. Osamu Dazai said half-joking and half-serious love words, perfunctory coaxing all the way, and brought him here.

"Can you talk now?" Hoshide Kazuya looked around for a week, and sat down on the bed covered with blurred writing, "Why did you bring me out alone?"

When he asked this, Gojo Satoru and Edogawa Ranpo were grabbing the last small packet of cookies, and Osamu Dazai was lying on the desk in front of the window, stretching his arms and trying to close the window.

"Click." The window was closed tightly, blocking the cold wind outside. At this time, the wind seemed to be particularly strong, and the whole window shook and made a dull sound, as if it might fall down at any time.

Hoshide Kazuya's gaze went beyond Dazai Osamu's body and out of the window.From his angle, he could just see the trees on the opposite street.They felt that the wind was surprisingly strong in the room, but the row of trees on the opposite side stood there straight, and it seemed that even the leaves did not shake at all.

The scenery is fake, or the wind is not the wind.

"Which one do you think it is?" Osamu Dazai turned sideways, just enough to fill his field of vision, he pointed his finger out of the window, and stared at Hoshide Kazuya, with just the right curiosity in his expression.

Hoshide Kazuya also bent his fingers, and lightly tapped the bed board with his fingertips, but there was no sound, or the sound was too soft, completely suppressed by the trembling sound of the window.

He wasn't surprised that Osamu Dazai could guess what he was thinking. After all, he was a "detective", so he should still have some reasoning ability.What's more, he was once one of the five cadres of the port mafia, and Mori Ogai has reserved a place for him so far.

he was just thinking about...

"I can't see them, because they are in this 'game', and they don't have entities?" He stopped tapping on the bed board and looked at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai shook his head, tapped the corners of his eyes with his index finger, and said, "Because of this."

Hoshide Kazuya clasped the bed with his fingers, his already fair fingertips turned whiter now, "Can you see that?"

"Mr. Ranpo and I can only see the general shape." Dazai Osamu smiled, as if he didn't take his reaction to heart, "Mr. Satoru, you should be able to see it completely."

"You can't see it at all?" Edogawa Ranpo suddenly approached, frowned slightly, put his hands on his hips, stared into his eyes for a moment, then grabbed his wrist violently and pulled him off the bed rise.

Xingchuhe was also unprepared, staggered by him, stumbled forward two steps, and stood beside the window.Edogawa Ranpo dragged him with one hand, and poked hard on the window twice with the other.

So the window vibrated even more, as if the random poke contained infinite power.Hoshizuka also blinked, looking at him a little blankly.

"Look out, what are you staring at me for?" Edogawa Ranpo poked the window twice again, looking a little annoyed, "How could you not see at all."

After hearing this, Xingchuhe also didn't turn his head, but subconsciously raised his hand to touch his eyes.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't knock on the window this time, he directly raised his hand to hug his head, twisted it to the side, and muttered: "Touch what, you can feel the color change."

Hoshide Kazuya let go of his hands, and had no choice but to look out the window.

A phantom floating in the air, huddled together indistinctly, competing to hit the window, and occasionally being squeezed by the shadow behind to stick to the window, he looked carefully, and he could probably see a rather strange facial outline.The silhouette was stuck to the window, the whole body was squeezed out of shape, writhing with teeth and claws.

The impact was too strong, and Hoshide Kazuya shrank back subconsciously, grabbed Edogawa Ranpo's hand that was still on his head, pulled it off, and held it in the palm of his hand.

"The curse spirit of the red brick warehouse?" He turned his head and looked at Gojo Satoru, looking for an answer.

Gojo Satoru nodded and asked, "Do you know him?"

Hoshide Kazuya: "?"

"What!" Gojo Satoru hooked his sunglasses with one hand, and when he heard this, he opened his eyes wide, looking even more shocked than he was, "Doesn't Kazuya even know them?"

Hoshide Kazuya: "...Should I know you?"

Wujo Wu asked back: "Shouldn't you know?"

Hoshide Kazuya frowned, let go of Ranbu's hand, pointed out the window, and said, "How could I know—" He said so, his voice suddenly disappeared, he turned his head back a little stiffly, and stared Looking at the shadow outside the window.

He hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, supported the table with one hand, squinted his eyes to look at the things outside.

"..." He still, really should know.These seemed to be the same guys he'd seen more than a year ago.Those huge, ugly, mindless spells.

And looking far away, a rough count, this time the number of spell spirits is much more than what he saw last time.

"They... will reproduce?" He shrank his neck back and muttered in a low voice, his expression distorted for a moment.

That picture, just thinking about it, feels very disgusting.

"Yes," Edogawa Ranpo responded, squinting at him, "Why not?"

"...It's ok, I'm just making fun of it." Hoshide Kazuya was silent for a while, perfunctory, and patted Ranbu's head.

I don't know why this person answered so seriously.Is rigor inherent in detectives?

Someone behind him coughed lightly, which sounded very deliberate.Hoshide Kazuya calmed down, took his hand back, and turned to look at Gojo Satoru who spoke, "Do you still need me to explain?" The implication is that you all know these things, do you need me to say it again.

"Actually, we don't care much about this issue." Osamu Dazai sat straddling the chair, put his arms on the back of the chair, and swayed back and forth.He looked up at Hoshide Kazuya, pointed to his eyes with a smile, and said, "I'm more curious about this."

Xingchuhe also tilted his head following his movements, and pointed to his own eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Dazai asked.

Xingchuhe was also taken aback, his fingertips trembled, and they touched the eye sockets.He was silent for a moment, and responded softly: "Actually, it's okay, but occasionally I feel a little uncomfortable."

"It's always been super red." Osamu Dazai said, "Is it really just a little uncomfortable?"

Hoshide Kazuya had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Red is because of something he got from the curse spirit, and it's not... a sick red." He blinked and smiled: "Isn't it pretty?"

Edogawa curled his lips in disorder, and asserted: "It's not good-looking."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, also looking dissatisfied, and said, "It has turned dark red."

Xingchuhe was also not affected by these two people, he suddenly realized "ah", turned his head to look at the curse spirit outside the window, and muttered to himself: "No wonder I can't see them clearly."

The vibration amplitude of the windows was much smaller before they intersected. It seemed that most of the curse spirits had given up the idea of ​​breaking in.After all, there are the strongest in the magic world sitting here. In the face of overwhelming strength, no amount of numbers will help.

"Kazuya." Osamu Dazai called him lightly, and he didn't speak again until he turned around, "Do you want to kill them?" His brows and eyes curved a little, showing a half-smile expression.

"Re-seal?" Hoshide Kazu also understood what he meant, cut directly to the point, and shrugged helplessly, "This is what you want to ask me, right?"

He was specially brought to this place, and the curse spirits outside were specially separated to open up such a space that would not be "surveilled" at all. The concern of these three people is definitely not whether his eyes hurt or not. Innocuous thing.

"You can ask directly, there is no need to go around so much." He sighed, took a step back, sat on the table, propped one foot on the ground, and swayed the other leg in mid-air from time to time.

"If it were you, I could say anything." He lowered his eyes and said softly.

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru drew a long tone, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Obviously Kazuya misunderstood us."

"That's right," Osamu Dazai supported his chin with one hand and tilted his head to help, "We're not so bad."

Hoshide Kazuya: "..." Gojo Satoru said he was not bad, he would still believe it, Dazai Osamu said he was not bad... whoever believes will be enlightened.

"Yes yes yes, you are super obedient, super innocent and super cute." He waved his hand casually, and asked, "So what do you want to ask? Do I want to seal it again?"

He paused, and without waiting for the other three people to respond, he continued directly: "If you want me to do it, I will definitely do it."

"Really?" Edogawa Ranpo asked, "Maybe he will die."

"No, no, no," Osamu Dazai corrected by shaking his fingers, "It's basically going to die."

"Don't listen to their nonsense," Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Sealing a curse spirit can still kill you?"

Hoshide Kazuya suddenly became happy, laughed a few times, and said, "I know I might die." He shook his leg, with a distinct indifference in his tone.

Osamu Dazai straightened his upper body, his eyes lit up, and said, "Then when the time comes, Kazuya will die in love with me!"

He looked full of anticipation, as if this matter was basically a certainty.

Hoshide Kazuya was keenly aware of Gojo Satoru's momentary displeasure, and immediately changed the subject: "But you are talking about this now, because you have already determined the location of the other two fragments?"

Osamu Dazai: "Kazuya guess?"

Xingchuhe didn't even guess, and asked the next question directly: "Have you found a way to recycle and reorganize?"

Osamu Dazai lay back on his stomach again, puffing up his cheeks aggrievedly.

Edogawa Ranpo: "Why did we come to you if we didn't find it?"

"Then just do it." Hoshide Kazuya smiled, left the table and stood up, rubbing Chaobu's head, "Solve this matter early, so everyone can feel at ease sooner."

After his words fell, the other three people in the room did not speak.The curse spirit outside the window didn't know when it quieted down, and stopped hitting the window again and again.Then the whole world seemed to become quiet.

Xingchuhe also looked back, the curse spirits outside the window had basically dissipated, only a few were still wandering outside.

He smiled, coughed lightly, rolled his eyes, and said, "But before that, I have a small request."

"I want to meet a friend first." He blinked, his smile slightly subdued, and his gaze swept across Gojo Satoru, Ranpo, and Dazai Osamu in turn.

"Can you guys help?"

After he finished speaking, Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu turned their heads to look at Gojo Satoru at the same time.

Gojo Satoru looked back and blinked, his big blue eyes were shining with moisture, looking particularly innocent.

"What are you looking at me for?" he asked.