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Without giving Gojo Satoru much time to think, his eyes were once again attracted by the questionnaire filled out by Kojou Yuhito.

Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes wide, quickly took off his sunglasses, and twisted the crumpled paper in slow motion.

Knotweed Youruhito was an honest boy, and he wrote down the cause and effect truthfully without taking part in the water.

Antecedent: Sentenced to |death|sentenced for accidentally eating a special-grade cursed object.

Consequences: Teacher Wutiao suggested that I become a Su Nuo container, and the |death|penalty|was changed to probation, and the death|punishment|sentence|execution would be executed after completely devouring all the special-grade spell "Su Nuo Fingers".

... "Shuji Tsushima" did not seek to talk to Yuzu Hiroto alone to play him, and this is not a meaningless questionnaire.

This is the inspector's "advance, attack, retreat, and defense" against Tokyo Manga, or it can be said to be against him.

Attack—"Shuji Tsushima" can use the facts written by Yuzuhito Knotashi to push the Tokyo Mantra to the cusp of "using minors for human [body [experiment|experiment]".

Admittedly, this was the only way he could think of at the time to save Knotabagi Hisohito from the high-level, a way to get the best of both worlds.

However, it all depends on whether the Ministry of Internal Affairs believes it or not.

This is a helpless way to save trust in the internal affairs.

If the Ministry of the Interior does not believe it, this impossible solution is full of lies.

Guarding—a matter of life and death, regardless of the real intentions of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Tokyo Mango can only temporarily stand in the united front with the inspector...

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha—"

In front of the door of the reception room, listening to the crazy laughter erupting inside, Fu Heihui's hand that was about to knock on the door froze suddenly, and looked face to face with Yuzhang Youren and Wild Rose.

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Well, do you still ask Mr. Wujo to have lunch?"

Wild Rose: "No, I don't need it, should I?"

Fu Heihui: "It's enough to send a lunch to Supervisor Tsushima, and Teacher Wujo doesn't have to worry about it."

If you have the strength to laugh so loudly, you won't be hungry just by looking at it... ==

"What does Principal Moth mean?"

Noctua Zhengdao endured and endured, and finally resisted the urge to "beat our teammates hard". He raised his forehead and said with a headache: "This is the end, what else can we do? Bind to the inspector for now."

"Hmm~" Wujo Wutiao pushed down the sunglasses with his index finger, and before the sunglasses covered his eyes, he winked awkwardly: "That's what I mean too."

"..." Moth Zhengdao, who was almost sent away by a wink, gritted his teeth: "Speak like you have other ways!"

Gojo Satoru didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being demolished, and still smiled so brightly that even the sun couldn't match it.

Thank goodness there are no sunflowers - Noctua Masamichi thought speechlessly, otherwise the sunflowers would have to face Gojo Satoru instead of facing the sun!

"Then what?" Noctua asked sadly.

"Hiss—this..." Gojo Satoru said hesitantly: "Just take the Kikufu I bought a few days ago and apologize to Tsushima boy... or something."

Hearing this, Ye Mozheng showed an expression as if he was tired of eating a piece of fat: "What did you do to provoke others?!"

"I don't know!" Wujo Wu shouted in a lack of momentum, he really didn't know if it was good or not, there was only one question...

However, he could see clearly that the calm smile of "Shuji Tsushima" was tainted with something of grief for a moment.

Wujo Wucao|Sighed his shoulders, well, maybe it's just like what Nitro has complained about before, he shouldn't have a long mouth.

After saying that he would take Kikufuku to apologize, Gojo Satoru carried the gift bag with great action and rang the school building where Osamu Dazai lived at dusk.

Not far from his school building, just next door next door.

After knocking on the door a few times, Gojo Satoru pushed the door open and went in, his footsteps froze in place.

The boy who had taken off his sand-colored windbreaker rested his chin on one hand, leaned his elbow on the window sill, and cast his eyes into the distance.

The tip of the boy's nose was almost attached to the scorpion flower growing wantonly on the wall, and the curtains with gypsophila printed on the left and right were blown by the wind, touching the boy's slender shoulders from time to time, making the boy look like he was about to melt into the flowers. nautical mile.

In this quiet scene that makes people feel soft, leaving or continuing to move forward is abrupt.

Even a slightly heavier breathing sound would seem to completely destroy the peaceful atmosphere.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru's footsteps stagnated in place, and his breathing was so light that it seemed to disappear.

It's just that pair of blue eyes exposed outside the sunglasses, depicting this scene very blatantly.

Those eyes saw the boy's ears tremble slightly, and his shoulders, which were tense because his elbows were pressed against the window sill, quickly relaxed.

The tip of his nose lightly brushed the light red petals of Ling Xiaohua, the young man turned his face to look at him, the appearance of the petals could be vaguely seen in his iris-colored eyes.

Gojo Satoru blinked, then raised his hand in a daze: "Yo."

Xiao Xiao yawned, and Osamu Dazai raised his hand, pointing to the bag with "Kikufuku" printed on Gojo Satoru's hand: "That one, is it for me?"

Gojo Satoru smiled: "That's right!"

He stepped forward, handed the bag over, saw the young man take it, and then sat down on one of the chairs. With a smile all over his face, he said, "It's delicious, it tastes like whipped edamame."

Osamu Dazai tore open the packaging bag, held the snack and took small bites: "It's quite delicious, then what?"

The joy of being recognized by the taste disappeared in the blink of an eye with a "and then".

Gojo Satoru sighed: "It really ruins the atmosphere, boy Tsushima."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai took a small bite of his snack, and admitted the accusation straightforwardly: "I really can't compare with Mr. Gojo in this regard."

Gojo Satoru, who was cueed, shrugged his shoulders, and admitted straightforwardly: "What's wrong with looking twice at good-looking people and things?"

After eating a small snack, Osamu Dazai took a second one. He glanced at Gojo Satoru and said, "Well, I admit that I am really good-looking, and Mr. Gojo is also dumbfounded. So, what then?"

"Yes--" Wujo Wufu said, "Regardless of the real intentions of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Tokyo Manga is willing to stand in the united front with Prosecutor Xiao~Mr.~ for the time being."

pat!

Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers: "A wise decision."

"Ha, thank you so much for the compliment." Gojo Gojo said lazily. He watched the boy slurping his snacks, and suddenly realized that they had reconciled before he apologized.

Perhaps it was because he knew the rules of social survival early, the boy didn't deliberately hold on to others' tricks.

When I was alone, I didn't have this kind of disposition - Gojo Satoru felt emotional in his heart, but also thought how boring it was for a young man to live like this.

But that's right, the boy is just alive, and just happens to be alive.

"Okay, now it's time for questions." Osamu Dazai patted the glutinous rice flour off his hands, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gojo has been dissatisfied with the high-level conjurers for a long time. I have investigated this point. What about the other conjurers? Accurate To put it bluntly, it’s a family.”

Sure enough, it was aimed at the high-level people.

Gojo Satoru spread out his hands: "Not too many."

"Really? Then what are the dissatisfaction points of other families?"

"what?"

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Is the point of their dissatisfaction with the high-level people themselves, or is it that they have not been able to work with the high-level people and become one of the beneficiaries?"

After being silent for a while, Gojo Satoru opened a Xijiufu and handed it over: "Please explain, is there any difference?"

Osamu Dazai took the dim sum, and at the same time, he did not forget to cast a contemptuous glance at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru: "..." Hey, hey!It's not like I'm leaving with a low IQ!

"If other aristocratic families are dissatisfied with the higher-ups themselves, you can leave it alone." Biting off half of the snack, Osamu Dazai continued with a puffy face: "If it is the latter, the system will change, and the magic world will definitely be chaotic."

"This..." Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes, "What does the Ministry of Internal Affairs mean?"

"Wow——Mr. Gojo is so clever that it surprises me!"

Osamu Dazai exaggeratedly praised, but it was ironic at first glance, Gojo Satoru's mouth twitched.

"Currently, the only one that has not been included in the legal|legal|system is the world of conjuration." Osamu Dazai said, "Over the years, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has not been concerned about how many things have happened in the world of conjuration, including cursers. Blind, system change is imperative."

Gojo Satoru secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it seems that he did not|gamble|wrong, the purpose of the Ministry of Internal Affairs dispatching inspectors is the same as his purpose, but...

Pushing down the sunglasses, Gojo Satoru showed a gritted smile: "So, why don't you just say it? What kind of questionnaire do you use Youruto to fill out?"

Sure enough, it was just to play him!

"Is there even a need to ask?" Osamu Dazai leaned forward, blinked his eyes, and smiled childishly at Gojo Satoru: "It's so boring to be honest."

Gojo Satoru: "..." These words sound familiar, isn't it what he said to Principal Ye Moth last night!

"Ahh——I'm really convinced."

Just when Gojo Satoru was helping his forehead helplessly, Osamu Dazai glanced at the phone, he stood up, picked up the windbreaker on the |bed|, and put it on, as if he was about to go out.

"Where?"

"Ginza." Osamu Dazai walked towards the door without looking back, "There's a bar over there—it's not bad."

The people's teacher lost his voice for a moment: "Underage?"

"So what?" Osamu Dazai turned his head and bent his eyes at him: "Mr. Gojo didn't drink alcohol secretly when he was young?"

"...Well, it's not very tasty." Gojo Satoru muttered, and stood up: "Let's go together, from the perspective of an ally or something else, nothing will happen to Mr. Inspector Xiao."

Gojo Satoru can be sure that if something happens to the inspector during the Tokyo Curse High, the higher-ups will definitely be happy to see it happen, and even...

High-level officials will take the initiative to promote the situation of "inspector's accident", and the accountability of the Ministry of Internal Affairs can push Tokyo Manga, or him out.

"Anything." Osamu Dazai shrugged indifferently.

At the school gate, the taxi reserved by Osamu Dazai was already waiting there.

The two got into the car and went straight to the city.

"Well, because Tsushima boy is really shrewd, I have to ask."

Wujo Gojo, who was silent all the way, looked over his face, and the neon lights flickering in the city center at night were deeply and shallowly reflected on Dazai Osamu's face, leaving mottled light and shadow marks.

"The taxi is reserved in advance, are you in the city for business?"

"The branch family is impatient to wait." Dazai Osamu said in a simple way, turned around, and his figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the bar.

Gojo Satoru stood where he was, and he had to think, after being tricked, he seemed... to be used again? ? ?