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"Anyway, that's how it is."

That night, Gojo Satoru explained the situation to the principal Yagami Masamichi: "The work of Tsushima boy started from our Tokyo Jugao, and he will move here for a short stay tomorrow."

Noctua Zhengdao let out a "hiss" when he heard the words, and the shock of "Are you afraid that you are not clear?" appeared in the eyes behind the sunglasses.

"I understand what you mean..." Noctua Zhengdao paused, and his tone became indescribable: "You invited that child to stay here without knowing the purpose of the inspector sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs???"

"That's right!" Under the expression of Ye Mozhengdao wishing to slap|dead|his with his palm, Gojo Satoru should be justified, he peeled a candy and threw it into his mouth, and continued vaguely: "But don't worry, I have a hunch that the Ministry of the Interior's intentions are in our favour."

"If not?" Ye Mozhengdao is the principal, sometimes he has to think about more trivial things.

"Reassurance." Gojo Satoru naturally knew what Noctua Motha was worried about: "Even if the Ministry of Internal Affairs dispatched inspectors for the purpose of disturbing good intentions, students will never be the first to bear the brunt |victims|."

Ye Mozheng frowned, nodded for a while, and approved Gojo Wu's conjecture, but...

"Speaking of which, Wu, why don't you just ask that child?"

"Well—" Gojo Satoru chewed the candy in his mouth with a smile: "How boring to ask directly!"

Ye Mozheng said: "..." He knew Wu this guy was unreliable! ! !

Back at the school building, Gojo Satoru received a call from his clan just as he turned on the lights.

[Sorry Patriarch, I have not been able to obtain the information of Supervisor Tsushima, whether it is "before Shuji Tsushima died" or after. ]

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

[When the investigation was blocked, it was not blocked by a specific person, but was "silently" warned during the investigation.

Patriarch, with all due respect, I think the information of Inspector Tsushima is taboo and should not be touched. ]

"How to say?"

[After the progress of the investigation stagnated, I entrusted two intelligence dealers in Ikebukuro and Fukuoka to continue, but I quickly got a reply from them that they could not investigate. ]

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then said "Then stop the investigation" and hung up the phone.

The handsome young man often wore a smile on his face, but at this moment all expressions had been suppressed.

Isn't it so difficult to obtain information from inspectors belonging to the Ministry of Internal Affairs?

For the Tsushima family...forget it.

If it is placed in front of the family's undestroyed door, the Tsushima family has the ability to cover the sky with one hand.

Could it be that... what happened during the four years since "Shuji Tsushima" disappeared?

Gojo Satoru breathed out, no matter what the reason was, he couldn't continue to investigate, after all... he had been warned.

【Then, Dazai-kun, information about you? 】

/ Turn back the time to the day Osamu Dazai met Taneda. /

"It's completely hidden." Osamu Dazai replied.

Zhong Tian hesitated: "Will you be too deliberate? The Ministry of the Interior can create a resume for you that can't see any flaws."

"No matter how perfect the resume is, it will be false." Osamu Dazai raised his lips, "Minister Tanada simply didn't want to be caught by the high-ranking conjurers because of my resume during the Black|Hand|Party|era. Then just hide it."

"What does Dazai-kun mean?"

"Actually, the Minister of Farming has investigated | investigated | me?" Ignoring the other party's sudden rigidity, Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "The information that was completely hidden, the person who died and returned after four years, doesn't feel very mysterious ?"

It is so mysterious that it is hard to see the depth, this is the inspector who is suitable for entering the magic world.

Before leaving the izakaya, Dazai Osamu added to Taneda: "The high-level conjurers and various families have existed for a long time, and they are intertwined. I don't want to be betrayed by some |big shot|"

Zhongtian nodded solemnly: "Ah, don't worry."

The weather in the rainy season is always capricious and unreasonable. The sky is clear one second, and raindrops will fall in the next second.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy just got out of the taxi with a small suitcase, when he was slapped indiscriminately by the frenzied rain in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft—ah, sorry sorry!"

Gojo Satoru waited at the gate of the school with the first-year students in the school. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing, and then restrained himself when the boy's kite-colored eyes glanced over him, pretending that he hadn't laughed.

The first-year student looked at his homeroom teacher with disgust, so how did this person get into the ranks of people|people|teachers?

Osamu Dazai raised his hand to wipe his face expressionlessly, raised his eyes and glanced at the three students, and finally fixed his eyes on the slightly cramped face of the pink-haired boy.

He smiled: "Knotweed Yuren, isn't that right?"

"Eh? Ah yes!" The boy who was called "raised his chest and raised his head to attention" three times in a row to show his respect for the inspector.

"Would you mind talking to me alone?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, showing a harmless smile.

Knotabagi Yuhito is a very talkative boy: "Of course I don't mind!"

"Then..." Dazai Osamu looked at Gojo Satoru, and smiled harmlessly, "Mr. Gojo doesn't mind, does he?"

His students have agreed, can he still say "no"?

Gojo Wucan smiled: "Oh! I don't mind at all! Uh-!" As soon as he said that, he was hit in the face by the suitcase.

First grader: "..." It's cool, what's going on? ? ?

Knotashi Yuhito shyly ushered him into the reception room, then sat down across from Osamu Dazai awkwardly, rubbing his hands uneasily on his legs.

Forgive him, he has never seen any big shots, inspectors or something, who is super powerful at first glance, and they are the same age as the same age... Really, it's really hard not to be nervous!

"Mr. Tiger Stick."

"exist!"

"Don't be nervous." Osamu Dazai smiled and took out a piece of paper from the pocket of the windbreaker and handed it over, "It's just a questionnaire survey for the victim."

Knotweed Yuren: "..."

There was no time to think about what "victim" meant, and looking at the crumpled questionnaire that looked like toilet paper in front of him, Yuzu Yuhito stared blankly.

The filter for big shots is broken.

— that's all he could say.

Outside--

Fu Heihui looked in the direction of the reception room from time to time: "Is there any problem?"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands, "I don't know."

"Cut!" Nagasaki Wild Rose put her arms around her arms: "What? I aimed at the knotweed as soon as I came. I don't believe that the hell inspector has no purpose."

Wutiaowu pursed his lips and smiled when he heard the words.

He doesn't believe it either!

"By the way, why aren't you wearing a blindfold?" Fu Heihui asked suddenly, but in fact he was already curious.

"Hmph~" Gojo Wujo laughed a few times, pushed his sunglasses and said, "Does Hui know the Tsushima family?"

Fu Heihui squinted his eyes in confusion: "I know, the Tsushima family's [anti-magic spell] is quite famous... Who is he?!"

"He is." Wujo Wu nodded.

In the background sound of Nagasaki Wild Rose "Hey, what are you whispering? I want to listen too!", Knotaba Yuhito walked out with his head down in a trance.

The student held his breath and focused: "What's wrong?" Sure enough, he didn't mean well?

"Ask, survey."

"What?" Knotabagi Yujin's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and they couldn't hear it clearly.

Yuzu Yujin raised his head, showing a miserable face: "Write the victim questionnaire on the toilet paper, wow QAQ!"

Fu Heihui & Wild Rose: "..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Very strong intuition, he was played.

"Is it interesting? I obviously asked Supervisor Tsushima to smash it with a suitcase to calm down?" Gojo Satoru leaned against the door with his arms folded, smiling at the boy holding a book in one hand.

"Don't be so fussy." Osamu Dazai didn't raise his head, he raised his free hand and waved it: "I just see that Mr. Gojo is very vigilant, to ease the atmosphere."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, he saw a crumpled piece of paper on the coffee table, presumably it was the so-called "Victim Questionnaire" filled out by Hisuhito just now.

Straightening his back, Gojo Satoru stepped forward and picked up the paper for a few glances, then commented in his heart: It's meaningless.

The blue eyes looked towards the young man who was buried in his studies, and the first thing that jumped into his eyes was the book that the young man was holding - "Complete Suicide | Reader".

Wujo Wu's eyes flickered slightly, scanning the layer upon layer of bandages wrapped around the boy's exposed skin.

Thinking back to the boy's empty eyes when he was in Lake View Park yesterday, Gojo Satoru suddenly understood.

This turned out to be a life trapped in an old jar.

The body|shell is broken, and the soul is also broken.

"Inspector Tsushima's words..."

Osamu Dazai raised his head in response, with a slight smile on his beautiful face.

Again.

Gojo Satoru sighed with emotion what happened yesterday, and it happened again today, and he once again melted into nothingness in these kite-colored eyes.

"Tsushima boy..." Gojo Satoru changed his address: "For you, life including your own is not worth looking forward to?"

Osamu Dazai stared at Gojo Satoru, but did not respond to Gojo Satoru.

To be precise, Osamu Dazai didn't know how to respond.

When this question was asked by Gojo Satoru, for a moment, just for a moment, Osamu Dazai felt terrified.

He was very afraid that with his answer, a certain fulcrum that maintained his current life would loosen.

Everything he tried to mend and maintain with all his strength would crumble with the loosening point.

He will fall into that quagmire full of chaos and uneasiness again... At that time, what should he do?There will no longer be another Odasaku pushing him forward.

"Is it related to you?" Osamu Dazai asked with a smile.

"..."

Gojo Satoru tightened his eyebrows, the boy's expression and eyes did not change, the kite-colored pupils just watched him calmly.

Obviously neither sad nor happy, but he really felt it, as if he was being stared at by an invisible monster.

Snapped!

Osamu Dazai closed the suicide|suicide|reader, stood up, and looked down at the white-haired young man condescendingly. His soft voice seemed to come from all directions: "Please don't be self-righteous, Mr. Gojo."

As soon as the words fell, Osamu Dazai turned and left the reception room, leaving Gojo Gojo blinking his eyes, trying hard to digest what happened just now while being confused.

On the long corridor, Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth, and raised his hand to tighten the windbreaker.

There was a hole in his chest, and the bitter wind was blowing in it.