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Wujo Wu was speechless.

The Tsushima branch family, who can tell at a glance that there is no kindness, is as at a loss as a mouse seeing a cat when they see that the person next to Osamu Dazai is the head of the Gojo family.

"House, Patriarch..."

A hoarse and old "Patriarch" came from behind, and Osamu Dazai looked at the wine list line by line, neither responding nor turning around.

"washing……"

"No." The boss interrupted him before he could finish speaking for this guest who seemed to have lost his mind.

"Homeowner."

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue regretfully: "Then, wash with soda water..."

"Sorry, no."

Gojo Satoru, who was holding an ice-cola, looked at this slightly funny scene with a smile.

"Huh? Then there's nothing you can do." Osamu Dazai curled his lips childishly, put aside the drink list and said, "Just mix a cocktail."

"Homeowner!"

The bar owner's "please wait" was lost in the raised volume of the family members, and this voice also attracted the attention of the few guests in the bar.

Osamu Dazai finally turned his chair around, opened his iris-colored eyes, and soon smiled happily again: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Nozawa? What a coincidence, why don't you come here to drink too?"

"No." The old man sneered: "I'm here specifically to find you, Patriarch."

"Hmm~ Is the Patriarch referring to me?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Strange—if I remember correctly, Mr. Nozawa is the current Patriarch of the "Tsushima House", right?"

With Gojo Wutiao staring at him with a half-smile but not a smile, the old man smiled awkwardly: "Why? I just separated the family, and I had to temporarily take over when the head of the family was away."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai picked up the drink that was lightly placed in front of him sideways: "That was really hard work."

"No, it's not..." Before he finished speaking, he listened to—

"Stepping on the|corpse|bones of my family, it's really hard to finally sit on the position of Patriarch. Wouldn't it be a pity to hand over to others now?"

As if suddenly struck by lightning, the old man's face paled for a moment, and the trembling sensation extended from his fingertips to his scalp, and then exploded |exploded|exploded, making him dizzy for a while.

"Not leaving yet?"

This sentence came from the mouth of Wujo Wu.

People quickly disappeared into the bar.

"That's it?" Gojo Satoru asked, looking at the boy beside him.

The young man was drinking wine with a smile on his face, without any negative emotions. Was he too good at hiding, or did he really not care?

Gojo Satoru frowned, he felt that he couldn't understand, all the actions of the young man, in his opinion, were completely beyond the scope of "ordinary people".

"That's it." Dazai Osamu nodded, and asked again: "Should there be anything else?"

"Revenge or something." Gojo Satoru thought about it for a while and felt so angry that he stared, and slapped the bar with his big palm: "Otherwise, why did you make this trip?"

"Please come up with something new! Revenge or something sounds annoying." After finishing speaking, Dazai Osamu didn't think it was enough, so he let out a loud "Huh" and almost spat out the wine in his mouth.

"..." Gojo Satoru thought from the bottom of his heart that "Shuji Tsushima" really deserves a beating!

"As for taking this trip, of course I hope that those guys will quickly do whatever schemes they want." Osamu Dazai pouted, "I'm impatient to wait."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru suddenly became speechless. He tried to bring in the role of a villain, nodded his head to himself, and sighed again, "Shuji Tsushima" really deserves a beating.

After taking a sip of ice-cola, Gojo Satoru sighed with a smile and said, "Well, that's pretty good too. Tsushima and his wife, Izumi, know that they don't want their only son to indulge in hatred."

"..." His expression was blank for a moment, Dazai Osamu lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a self-deprecating way: "This is a beautiful word that only a living person can say."

Who knows what the dead think.

"What?" Dazai Osamu's voice was as light as a sigh, Gojo Satoru didn't hear clearly.

Forget about six eyes, how come even the good hearing is completely useless in "Shuji Tsushima"?

[Anti-spell spell] It's really terrifying.

"It's okay!" Osamu Dazai smiled relaxedly, glanced contemptuously at the iced cola in his glass and said, "Bar? Iced cola? Cut! It doesn't match at all."

"Oh~ Since the bar sells iced cola, it means it's a good match." Wujo Wu drank half a glass of iced cola, took out his wallet and paid the bill, and the palm matched with his height of 1.9 meters was like a kitten. Picking up the boy as if: "Let's go!"

Osamu Dazai, who is currently only 1.7 meters four, was lifted with his feet off the ground without struggling. His iris-colored eyes gleamed, and he put his face in his hands and exclaimed like a girl: "Wow! Mr. Gojo's action of taking out his wallet is really handsome Great!"

Gojo Satoru swayed the young man twice: "Hey hey, be obedient, there are plenty of opportunities for you to see!"

Although he was being used as a front, Wujo Wu admitted that it was not a loss to take this trip, at least the relationship with the boy was brought closer.

//at the same time//

The old man who failed to show his favor was being mercilessly reprimanded by the senior conjurer.

"Can't you handle such small things?"

"It really disappoints me."

"No, no, no!" The old man trembled slightly: "He, he knows it all! He knows that I have cooperated with the outside world and helped the high-level adults to introduce the curse master into our family!"

"Shut up!"

"What does the matter of Tsushima's family have to do with me?"

"I don't want to see the tragedy that happened in Tsushima's house."

"Slander us, are you afraid that you won't be able to get out of here?"

The old man stared with cloudy eyes, opened and closed his lips and teeth, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

"Nozawa, you have to remember that Shuji Tsushima is a heretic."

"It should be removed."

"What you do is for the world of magic and righteousness!"

"Don't panic, just keep going."

"But..." The old man wanted to say that he didn't dare to take any more actions. "Shuji Tsushima" was a nightmare he dreamed back at midnight, and every time he thought about it, he would break out in cold sweat.

Standing in front of "Shuji Tsushima" today is all his courage.Now that he knows what he did four years ago, "Shuji Tsushima" has already known everything, how dare he do anything?

The high-level conjurer was silent for a moment, and someone said: "The Tsushima family has a lot of money, and money is a very good thing, so you don't have to worry about where to go."

"As long as the heresy is removed..." The bewitching words continued to resound in the coffin-like cold and dark space: "You are one of the high-level, Nozawa."

//at the same time//

"Ah."

"What's the fun?"

As the night was dark, Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds: "It's nothing, I just think people are really difficult to understand."

In the past, I couldn't understand.

Now, I still don't understand.

Whenever he has fantasies about so-called people, human nature will emerge, crushing all the fantasies he was born in the positive, and then "maliciously" smiled at him.

Malice is terrible.

Like a vulture, waiting for his demise to feast all the time.

Gojo Gojo turned his head and looked down at the boy's hair. After a moment of silence, he raised his finger and pointed to a booth: "Coke cakes, do you want to eat? Let you appreciate how handsome I am when I take out my wallet!"

"Emmm..." Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, as if trying to comprehend some truth in the world from the word "croquette".

Gojo Wuke couldn't see him dawdling, so he put his arms around the boy's slender shoulders, and led him to the croquette stand: "Go!"

"Pfft——" Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing: "So, what will Mr. Gojo look like in the different times and circumstances? I'm really looking forward to it."

"Tsk!" Gojo Satoru stuffed the warm croquettes into Osamu Dazai's hands: "Whatever I look like now, I will always be like this in the future, the wallet | I always take out a batch of handsome ones!"

Taking a small bite of the croquette, Osamu Dazai smelled the melting ice and snow in the warm spring in this summer, only for a moment.

He raised his face to imitate Gojo Satoru's appearance, then quickly lowered his head.

...Unfortunately, time has changed, and nothing is eternal.

Well, it's such a sad realization that one can't wait to shed tears.

[One of the enemies who killed his parents stood in front of him, but he didn't have any negative|negative emotions. Is he good at hiding, or he really doesn't care?

A child's love for his parents is so natural and pure, doesn't he love his parents? ]

When Gojo Satoru was tossing and turning, following his intuition, he pushed open the door where Osamu Dazai lived in the school building, and when he saw the dazzling red light in the room through the unblocked curtains, he had the answer.

Yes, no love.

Teenagers don't love their parents...

It is so difficult for a teenager to even love himself!

Gojo Satoru unconsciously slammed the door with a bang, and the blood color was still reflected in his mind.

He teleported to the infirmary, hugged a large push of hemostatic bandages and teleported back.

It's not that he didn't think about calling Jia Ruozi, but Guo suddenly thought of the [Anti-spell spell] that seemed quite annoying at this time.

He didn't even bother to turn on the light, Gojo Satoru was in the dim light, clenching his teeth, skillfully stopped the boy's bleeding.

It was the big [artery] [vein] on the arm that was [cut] open, Wutiao Wudou said, the boy's attack is really ruthless!

If it wasn't for his intuition, he could collect the |corpse| corpse for the young man tomorrow morning...

He could clearly feel that his hands stained with the boy's blood were trembling uncontrollably, his breathing was unprecedentedly rapid, his heart was beating heavily, and the pounding was transmitted back to the eardrum.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many hemostatic bandages were used.

In the silence, Gojo Satoru just repeated the same movements over and over again. He didn't think about going to check on the boy's breath. He believed that the vitality of such a young man who could do so was absolutely strong.

The morning light is dim.

When the sky first saw light, Gojo Satoru heard the boy groan and saw the pair of iris-colored eyes suddenly open, staring at the yellowed wall above his line of sight, blinking as if in a lifetime.

"I……"

Hearing the voice, the boy's face was filled with despair due to excessive blood loss, and this despair was completely caught in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

"...I didn't send you to the hospital. Judging by your strong desire to die, I don't think you want to go to the hospital. It is a place that represents "life". You should feel that this place is against you."

Gojo Satoru walked a step towards |the bed|, looked at the boy from top to bottom, his blue eyes were like the winter sun, bright but not warm: "I, very, angry——"

He said every word.

Osamu Dazai bent his eyes in dismay, and he spoke, his voice sounded as if a knife had scratched his throat: "Mr. Gojo should be angry, the inspector shouldn't die here."

"I say you—!" Gojo Satoru clenched the palms hanging on both sides of his body, and after a while, he resisted the urge to grab the boy's skirt and lift him up.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, ruthlessly stroked his hair, and said with a sullen breath, "Do you want to die, or to end the pain?"

"...Is it a self-righteous question again?" Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and his face still had a shallow smile on his miserable face: "Don't you want it? It's boring."

The young man is here, dividing this small room into two different spaces [Living and Dead Realm].

Gojo Satoru was divided into the "life" side.

The teenager divided himself into the "dead" side.

"...You, yes, yes!" Gojo Wu retreated from the edge of the bed with a grim smile, the hurtful words came to the point of his tongue, he tossed about for a moment, and was swallowed back into his stomach.

Gojo Satoru held back his anger and poured the young man a glass of water, carefully lifted him up slightly, and fed the young man with clear water.

Bang!

The water glass was slammed on the table, and the splashed water wet Gojo Wu's cuffs, and dark red |liquid| liquid flowed down his wrists. He didn't care about it, he just gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me! I'll go buy it." Porridge!"

The door was gently closed, and the room fell into dead silence.

Osamu Dazai raised his good arm over his eyes.

Covering the desolation in the iris eyes.