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The dissecting room smelled of formalin and disinfectant.

The dead body of Knotweed Yuhito lay on a hard dissecting table covered with a white cloth symbolizing death.

The pale light overhead makes everything even colder.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent. Yizhi Jiegao was a little uneasy. He had already told Wujo Satoru what had happened, but...

Because Gojo Satoru was not around, the upper management sent three first-year students to deal with it without knowing that the target would become a super class... This kind of "mistake" even Iji Jiegao, who was the back staff, could not help being suspicious, even though he was hindered by The responsibilities and identities cannot be discussed, but it is obvious that Gojo Satoru has decided that this is a warning and a blow to him from the upper echelon.

——By killing people with a knife, get rid of the students he protected under his wings.

Yidizhi Jiegao has been working in the high school for many years. In his impression, this is the first time that Gojo Satoru, who is always cynical but capable of doing things with ease, has shown real anger and... killing intent.

Gojo Satoru was indeed very angry. For a moment, he even wanted to kill those disgusting and tired trash -- he was fully capable of this, but he knew he couldn't. Once he lost his mind, what he did before Therefore, the anger at this time is more like a helpless vent after things are irreversible, which only represents his powerlessness.

After realizing that he still needs to endure, Gojo Satoru became more and more aggrieved.

Then, he suddenly remembered something and turned to Osamu Dazai.

The black-haired curse spirit was very quiet. In fact, except for the sigh that the prophecy came true when he received the news of the death of Yuzu Yujin, on the way back to the high school, he never said a word, even though Gojo Satoru Not in the mood for conversation, but the taunts and ridicule that should be reasonable... none of it.

Standing in the corner, Osamu Dazai stood with his back against the wall, looking towards the direction of the dissecting table in a posture of staying out of the way, his face that had faded from the previous hippie smile was exceptionally calm, and there was a kind of sobriety in his eyes that was detached from the world, as if he had been determined from the beginning It would be the same for Knotabagi Yourhito to end up like this.

Also because he is too sober, there is always a sense of dissociation in his body, like a rootless duckweed.

Perhaps sensing Gojo Satoru's gaze, Osamu Dazai looked over.

After staring at those bottomless, hard-to-see iris eyes for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru suddenly calmed down, and then he made a decision in his heart.

At this moment, the high school doctor's family opened the door and walked in. This female doctor with a good face but dark circles under her eyes was very vigorous in her work. While asking the basic information of the autopsy object, she had already revealed The shroud was opened, but as soon as the disposable gloves were put on, a very dramatic scene happened.

Yuzu Yuhito suddenly sat up from the dissecting table, he was resurrected, to be precise——

He cheated.

Accompanied by the shock of Yuzu Yuhito's "Why am I Quanluo!", the panic of Yijizhi's "I cheated, the corpse!", and the regret that the family's glass failed to dissect, the originally cold and heavy atmosphere suddenly got stuck, and then completely relaxed down.

Osamu Dazai watched the teacher and the student greet each other as if nothing had happened, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he smiled.

If he could go back, would he be like a fake corpse and startle everyone?Some people might beat him up angrily after being frightened, and Atsushi would throw snot and tears on him, maybe he could appreciate Akutagawa-kun's big change again...

The curve of Dazai Osamu's mouth suddenly disappeared, because he realized that he was fantasizing about something that never happened, and might not happen again.

Moreover, death is death, and such a miracle as resurrection from death cannot happen in his world.

Gojo Satoru, who was asking about the physical condition of Yuzu Yuhito, suddenly looked at Osamu Dazai.

"Huh? Is this the curse spirit you raised?" The idle Jiarui Zizi finally found the black-haired boy with a very low sense of presence.

Recently, Wujo Wu brought a humanoid curse spirit around him. Although the person involved and the high school did not deliberately publicize it, everyone knew about it one after another. Some people who did not know the situation still wondered whether Wujo Wu could also manipulate it. The spell is dead.

"That's right." Gojo Gojo appeared next to Osamu Dazai in a blink of an eye, grabbed the man's thin shoulders, and easily pushed him forward a few steps with almost no effort, leaving the corner, while following the same period The old classmate complained, "Don't look at him as cute and smart, but it's annoying to raise him."

Home into the glass: "..."

What's the matter with this familiar complaining tone?

Although she was puzzled, Jia Ruozi didn't remind Gojo Satoru. Instead, she found it very interesting. Leaning on the dissecting table, crossing her chest with her hands, she raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically: "You are a defiant young master who still wants to take good care of others? Although he is a curse Spirit, but it looks no different from a human child, and you can’t treat it like a pet. And what’s the matter with this bandage, is there no clothes to wear or did you abuse him?”

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru felt wronged, "The bandage issue has nothing to do with me, and you don't understand how this kid likes to commit suicide. The hanging beam at home has been hung eight times this week."

Home into the glass: "..."

Yizhi Jiegao: "..."

Yujin Knotabagi just put on a white robe in a vacuum: "..."

There is a "hanging ghost" in the house from time to time, which is actually quite scary. It seems that it is really difficult to raise.

"No abuse, Gojo-sensei treated me very well." Dazai Osamu said at this moment, "I didn't hit me, I didn't deduct my food, I didn't make me sleep on the floor, I didn't make me wear clothes that didn't fit, and I didn't Let me do housework~”

Although it seemed that he was defending Gojo Satoru in an extremely "sincere" way, everyone could tell that he was speaking ironically.

Yidizhi Jiegao: "..." How miserable!

Looking at his expression, he seemed to have conjured up the image of a poor child who was dependent on others for food, clothing, and warmth, and had to work non-stop, or he would be beaten.

Knotweed Yuren: "..."

Wow... Although we have not been together for a long time, why does it feel like something the teacher can do.

Of course Gojo Satoru noticed the indescribable gazes of others, but he was so cheeky that he didn't feel any shame about it, he slapped Osamu Dazai on the head, and he immediately choked back angrily: "You still do housework? The washing machine didn’t work well, and it almost blew up the kitchen, I didn’t redecorate because I discovered it in time.”

Letting this brat do the housework is the decision he regrets most recently!

"Don't touch my head!" Osamu Dazai complained, trying to break free.

"So you're not calling yourself up? You're really abusing! Gojo Satoru, you're not human!" After finishing his criticism righteously and sternly, Iirui Glass immediately changed his expression and said softly to Osamu Dazai, "Men are unreliable , do you want to go with my sister?"

After all, she has never dissected the curse spirit. This guy's physique seems to be immortal, right?

"Okay, okay." Osamu Dazai nodded again and again, but before he took a step, he was held down by Gojo Satoru. Dazai Osamu continued to thrash and struggle, and he directly held the person in his arms.

"You're dreaming," he said.

In an ordinary coffee shop on the side of the street, there was a strange scene. A black-haired man in a monk's robe hadn't ordered an order for a long time since he entered the shop, as if he had been communicating with people, but the place he was in There is no second person in the four-person deck.

The store manager tried to step forward to ask, but immediately there was an extremely horrifying scene like a horror movie. Without any warning, the store manager was like a dry firewood that encountered sparks, and spontaneously ignited!The ultra-high temperature flames burned a living person into a skeleton in the blink of an eye.

"By the way, there is something I need to remind you." Xia Youjie, a man in monk robes, said to the super magic spirit opposite him with a smile amidst screams of horror, "Wujou Wu followed a dog recently. Curse spirit."

"Curse spirit?" Leo Hu asked with great interest while setting fire to the entire human beings in the coffee shop, "What kind of curse spirit? Did he learn the spells that you, the curse spirit, use? "

"It seems to be a magic spirit with a very special ability, which can nullify the magic power." Xia Youjie said with a smile, "Because it can't be eradicated, the high commissioner asked Gojo Satoru to supervise him. This kind of ability is rare. Quite interesting."

"Hmph, the despicable means of the counterfeit." Leo Hu sneered coldly indifferently, "In that case, I will bring him back after killing Gojo Satoru."

After placing the revived Knotabagi Yuhito in the high school secretly, Gojo Satoru took Dazai Osamu back home.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, the moon and stars were scarce in the night sky, and the streets in the high-end residential area were very clean.

"Dazai." Gojo Satoru said, his tone was sparse and ordinary, but the content was so explicit and sensitive that no third person could hear it, "Let's talk about the things between us."

Dazai Osamu was boringly playing with Gojo Satoru's shadow, but he didn't raise his head when he heard this, and continued to jump up and down, "Okay."

"..." This unsurprising tone made Gojo Satoru feel that this little brat was incompetent, and at the same time think that he did have something special.

In this regard, he unabashedly offered an olive branch, accepting it or not is entirely up to him.

"It's not something that can be done overnight to change the corrupt status quo of the magic world. Having experienced what happened to Yuzu Yuhito, I think you will be clearer. Pure force deterrence is often useless in many cases, and stupid people will still do stupid things. Osamu Dazai's voice was tinged with a little coolness in the night, as if he had the ability to read minds, he slowly narrated the thoughts in Gojo Satoru's mind.

"Your strength may be invincible, but your energy is limited, and the students you train can't be independent, so why don't you use the resources that happen to be available around you, and those resources are still under your control?" Osamu Dazai took a big step forward, then stopped, looked back at Gojo Satoru, and showed a smiling face that seemed to be pretending to be cute, "Really? Gojo-sensei~"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru stopped and said with a smile, "Such a smart student Dazai, tell me about your qualifications?"

"Don't say it so coldly, the conditions are out of the question." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "I just have a small suggestion I want to mention to you."

Gojo Satoru signaled him to continue.

"I promise you that I will not leave without saying goodbye, and I will not do anything that may endanger the world, so sometimes you don't have to watch me so closely."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Seeing his suspicion, Osamu Dazai quickly said again: "Really, besides, we will always encounter the same urgent situation as last time, since we are going to cooperate, this basic trust is still needed, right? "

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then suddenly took off the blindfold, stared into his eyes and said, "Answer me a question, don't lie, and I promise you."

Osamu Dazai paused, and stared at Gojo Satoru's rare blue eyes, "...that's fine."

"What was your past?" Gojo Satoru asked seriously, word by word.

This was a very inexplicable question, but Osamu Dazai understood.

He didn't actually try to hide it.

"Although I don't know why this happened, but I used to..." Osamu Dazai smiled, "It's human."