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The noon sun had risen high, and the sun had completely enveloped the city of Yokohama.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes first, Yato, Yukine, and Tanizaki Junichiro.

He blinked a little dazedly.

The biggest trouble in life is that he thinks he can harden his heart, but there are always accidents, such as the bondage that penetrates into life little by little without sound.

God knows, four years ago, he just wanted to hire an obedient person with a small price, and the shrine he gave to Yato was just someone else's money and effort, and he bore a good reputation.

"It can be regarded as awake." Yato noticed first, and Xueyin walked over to help him sit up.

Tanizaki Junichiro ran out of the bedroom and poured a glass of water and handed it over: "How is Mr. Dazai feeling?"

"It's not bad." Osamu Dazai took a sip of water: "How is it here? Are there still things that eat | people?"

"It hasn't appeared for a long time." Ye Dou crossed his arms, raised his chin and praised: "Good job, Dazai."

"Then I really appreciate the compliment." Osamu Dazai pouted, thinking that this kind of entanglement is not worth it!

Since the partnership was terminated, Yato's attitude towards him has become more and more casual. Where has the sweet-mouthed Yato gone?

Judging by Dazai Osamu's expression, he knew that this person was not thinking of anything good, if Yukino hadn't stopped him from laughing repeatedly with Tanizaki Junichiro, Yato would definitely have quarreled with Dazai Osamu.

"Cut!" Yato caught a glimpse of Gojo Gojo faintly showing signs of waking up from the corner of his eye, and he stopped talking nonsense, and handed over a box on the table: "Here, this is a courier from a person named Reborn."

Osamu Dazai took the box and opened it, his iris-colored eyes reflected the pink object inside, grinned in disgust, and a letter fell out.

After opening the letter and looking at the contents, the smile on his face faded away in an instant.

The hand holding the letter paper hangs stiffly in mid-air for a long time, until the others start to wonder if time has stopped, or Osamu Dazai has encountered some kind of attack silently.

However, this guess was quickly rejected by them.

Osamu Dazai sighed, and quickly and firmly put the letter back into the envelope.

Seeing this, Yato and Xueyin looked at each other: "Let's go, tell Gojo Satoru that he owes me a favor."

After finishing speaking, Yato showed a toothache expression, by the way, how many times has this couple tormented him? !

It's so annoying!

"Then, I'll go back to the detective agency first." Junichiro Tanizaki said, "Does Mr. Dazai have a message for me to bring back to the detective agency?"

"Ask for leave for me, just... three days."

Tanizaki Junichiro laughed awkwardly: "..." Mr. Kunikida's furious roar could already be heard in his ears.

"By the way, help me investigate the situation in Italy." Osamu Dazai added.

The awkward smile froze on his face, Tanizaki Junichiro nodded hesitantly: "Okay, Mr. Dazai."

The room was silent.

Osamu Dazai turned his face to look at Gojo Satoru, struggled for a while, but did not wake him up.After putting away the boxes and letters, he walked out of the bedroom with his mobile phone and sat down in the living room.

This is not the apartment of the members of the detective agency.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and said something, the pillow with the strawberry cake printed on it was really eye-catching, and it looked like Gojo Satoru.

Pressing on the phone, he dialed out: "Yeah~ Anwu."

[Tai, Dazai. ]

Ango Sakaguchi's tone was full of complexity, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bedroom with his kite eyes.

Gojo Satoru must have done something superfluous...

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, maybe it was Odasaku's instruction.

Realizing this, Osamu Dazai pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction: "How is that mouse doing now? Is the Ability Division taking good care of it?"

[… escaped. ]

Osamu Dazai's eyes darkened when he heard the words, and his face sank: "Can you still track it?"

[Unable to be traced, unlike in the past, this time Fyodor D escaped without a trace.Is something wrong? ]

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, just hung up the phone and closed his eyes lightly.

Fyodor escaped from the supernatural department?

To be honest, he didn't feel the slightest surprise, but the faint sense of inescapable fate in his heart made him feel a little tired.

Osamu Dazai's whole body was completely retracted into the sofa, the living room where the curtains were not drawn was dimly lit, and his eyes were fixed on the wall clock on the wall in the dimness.

How long did this state, as if time stood still, last?

Gojo Satoru stared at Dazai Osamu's side face in a daze.

The low-brightness light shone on Gojo Satoru's pensive face, making the already flamboyant face even more profound.

Sensing his gaze, Osamu Dazai turned his face and smiled at Gojo Satoru.

Even though the strong difference in light and shade in the room might make it difficult for Gojo Satoru to see clearly, Osamu Dazai still smiled.

He believed that even if he couldn't see it, Gojo Satoru would definitely be able to feel it.

Sure enough, just as Osamu Dazai thought, Gojo Satoru really felt it, and the same smile appeared on his lips.

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback by this smile, and after regaining consciousness, he continued to stare at the moving second hand of the wall clock.

Tick-tick-tick-tick is the only sound in the room, and it makes people's breathing heavy.

Gojo Satoru walked towards Osamu Dazai.

Hearing the sound of footsteps from far to near, Osamu Dazai didn't make any reaction, his deep kite eyes kept staring at the second hand without moving.

Even when Gojo Satoru sat beside him, he didn't give him the slightest intention to look at him.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and went through his mind crazy about what he did in the dream, and then he felt that he was finished, must he be angry? !

"Speaking of which..." Gojo Satoru cautiously suggested, "Do you want to beat me up?"

Osamu Dazai burst out laughing, his kite eyes finally turned to Gojo Satoru, but he just watched, without saying a word.

Gojo Satoru stopped breathing, and the dim light couldn't hide Osamu Dazai's expression. Although he was smiling, it looked more like he was about to cry.

The heart suddenly beat in a flustered rhythm, Gojo Wu tightly locked his brows, but there was a flamboyant smile on his lips: "Is there any trouble? Tell me, and I will solve it! I have said that I am very..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Do not because of the sudden mouth.

In the silence, the two exchanged deep|deep|shallow|shallow|breathing.

Gojo Satoru intentionally stopped this obviously wrong kissing, but gradually his sticky brain melted, and he was powerless to resist the kissing from his lover.

A man who is attacked by love and Gu Qiannian at the same time has nothing to do.

All his |first|experiences about love are related to the person who is embracing him tightly at this time.

Throbbing yes,

Emotion | emotion | is also.

Gojo Satoru finally stopped avoiding.

They both fell onto the soft sofa, calling each other's names softly—they are dying|lingering|lingering like doomsday lovers.

That night, everyone who added Wutiaowushe|social|account|accounts noticed it.

That Gojo Satoru, who only takes selfies from the perspective of a straight man in the dynamic update, posted a different photo.

A photo that has been intentionally cropped.

Gojo Satoru in the photo still dominates with his good looks.

However, looking down, they finally understood the meaning of this photo.

The super obvious red | marks on Gojo Satoru's neck are clearly visible in the photo.

Oh, there seem to be scratch marks on the shoulder...

That's right, very intense.

However, the place that has been trimmed is still flamboyantly flamboyantly flaunted by a small piece of bandage intentionally left by a bad adult who is full of small thoughts.

All the insiders suddenly lost their eyesight at this moment, and they fully imagined Gojo Satoru's happy mood at this time.

Gojo Satoru stared deeply at Dazai Osamu's sleeping face, is he happy?Of course, it's just that while being happy, there is also worry in my heart.

He adjusted the phone screen to the contact interface, and quietly left the bedroom: "Hey, Mr. Detective, I'm sorry for disturbing you late at night."

[Hmph!A detective thought that the guy who was blinded by love must now be a member of our detective agency who is proud of himself. ]

"Well~" Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "Although I really want to do that, it's obvious that someone will always act as a stumbling block on my road to love."

[Tch—well, for the sake of self-knowledge, the famous detective will be merciful to explain your doubts to you, so you can ask whatever you want. ]

Gojo Satoru's face darkened: "What happened?"

[Italian|Black|Hand|Party|Know?Some of them are doing things, and doing things in "[-] years."I blame you for being so useless, don't delay any more, what are you doing when you wake up so quickly! ? ]

"Ten years later..." Gojo Satoru whispered, and the phone rang again.

[The detective suggests that you go to the bedroom to look through it. ]

The phone was hung up mercilessly, Gojo Satoru quietly returned to the bedroom, and found the box under the low cabinet next to the bed.

Looking at the box, and then at the sleeping person, Gojo Satoru seemed to really feel the complicated emotions of Osamu Dazai at that time.

Otherwise... If his little boyfriend wanted to hide something, he would never give him a chance to find it.

Gojo Satoru went to the living room and opened the box. Lan Tong saw the pink | object, and immediately closed his eyes, avoiding the pink | object, picked up the envelope and opened it.

[7.19 Note: The leader of the Mirufiore family, Bailan Jesso, detained|arrested|represented the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs to negotiate with Osamu Dazai.

Note on 7.21: Gojo Satoru, the person in charge of the Conjuration Department, went to negotiate with the detained inspector, but lost contact on the same day.

Note on 7.26: Osamu Dazai, inspector of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, has been confirmed dead; Wujo Satoru, the head of the magic department, has returned, and his ability has disappeared.

8.06 Note: It has been confirmed that Fyodor D, the leader of the House of Dead Rats, is cooperating with the Mirufiore family.

Comes with ten years of fire|arrow|cannon|two pieces.

——Reborn. 】

The letter paper instantly turned into flying powder in Gojo Satoru's hands.

Wujo Wujou grinned grimly, what's the matter?You can't let people have a good relationship, can you? !

[Hi, dear boy friend, breakfast is red bean rice!

I am traveling far away, which is the destination you plan to go to.

Help take care of me ten years from now~

But don't take too much care of him, whoever told him to be so useless can't protect you ten years later.

Also, in the past, I was waiting for you, but this time you can wait for me, right?

——Enlightenment. ]

Osamu Dazai frowned tightly, pinching the corner of the sticky note, his knuckles were abnormally white.

... Five, article, enlightenment.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice behind him.

That voice was cold and sharp, with some hidden weakness that shouldn't exist. It was slowly and violently passed into his ears like a gust of wind and waves, shaking his eardrums.

"Don't look, he'll be fine."

Osamu Dazai turned around stiffly and slowly, his iris-colored eyes reflected the man's smiling face.

"Five Enlightenment..."

The smile on the man's face froze like ice for a moment, and then revealed a brighter smile.

In that smile, one can vaguely glimpse something of grief.

This is Wujo Wu?

No, this shouldn't be Gojo Satoru.

The man was still dressed in black, and his figure was too thin. His white hair, which would be dotted with gold when exposed to the sun, was now dry and frizzy, his blue pupils were dull, and his eyes were black and blue——

"...Did I scare you?" The man asked softly, taking a step back slowly.

The man was calm from the beginning to the end, but Osamu Dazai noticed that after he noticed his sizing up, the man's eyes suddenly overflowed with great collapse.

"No." Osamu Dazai put down the note, shrugged with a smile, "What should I call you?"

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and blinked playfully: "Just...Mr. Gojo."

As long as he doesn't call his name softly, it will make him think that he has fallen into an illusory delusion again...