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At that moment, Gojo Satoru felt his eyes go dark, and his hands were empty at the same time. Such a sudden change put him into a fighting state in an instant.

However, when the smoke dissipated and revealed the surrounding environment, he was stunned.

He was in an antique traditional Japanese room, and the warm light illuminated the room very softly.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the decorations as far as he could see, and then looked out of the half-closed window. A bright moonlight escaped the deep eaves and projected on the wooden floor of the long corridor. The sound of cicadas and clear water in summer The sound of spring water came faintly from the courtyard.

Finally, he set his eyes on the long table in front of him, a mobile phone was casually pressed on a book, a cup of tea was still warm, and two lavender bellflowers were inserted in the celadon vase at the corner of the table , making the originally clean desktop look elegant and bright.

There are two futons in front of the table, one of which has an indentation, it seems that the owner here has just left.

A quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

However, Wujo Satoru had no intention of experiencing this paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. He stood stiffly, like an outsider who had intruded inexplicably, and his heart was full of uncontrollable surprise.

He confirmed that this was not a hallucination, nor did he suffer from some illusion, but why did he suddenly come to the Wujo Head Family? !

If I remember correctly, this seems to be the old man's daily office, but many details are different from the one I remembered when I was young.

——When he became an adult, he almost never returned to this stagnant old house unless it was necessary.

So, how did he get here from Tokyo in the blink of an eye?Could the cylindrical object be a long-distance teleportation device?But if it was someone's conspiracy, why did he send him to the family?

Intuition told Wujo Satoru that the situation was not that simple, he hesitated for a while, and didn't go out immediately.Just as he bent down to pick up the mobile phone left by the owner on the table, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and it was towards this room.

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, but Yi Gaoren boldly did not move - even an old man can't do anything to him.

But the footsteps sounded a little lazy, not the old man, not the group of old fellows, not even the servants who walk carefully, so who is it...?

The footsteps stopped at the door, and the person who came did not ask for any instructions, so he opened the door with a slam.

"I called you to eat, didn't you hear?" The black-haired young man wearing only a moon-white undergarment* stepped in, his clear voice was a bit impatient, but the gesture between his words was extremely intimate.

"..."

Gojo Satoru in the room was completely stunned, and there was only one question left in his mind that was instantly emptied after seeing the person coming:

Can the curse spirit... grow up?

Osamu Dazai, who lowered his head, actually didn't see the rockets flying over, but when the smoke exploded, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Wutiao Wu's arms around his waist loosened... No, for a moment, he almost thought that the people around him had disappeared, but in the next moment, he clearly felt that they were still standing in place.

However, even so, Osamu Dazai, who landed on both feet, still chose to retreat, but before the distance was widened, he was pulled back again.

"Huh?" The man easily held Osamu Dazai in his arms, lifted his chin with one hand, looked at him for a moment with interest, then suddenly pinched his face with some baby fat, and smiled softly He said, "I didn't expect to see you like this again, I miss you so much."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

There was an unspeakable weirdness about this guy, and his attitude and behavior were inexplicably close to the point that it could even be called...intimacy.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. Even though he was wearing the same style of round sunglasses, his appearance didn't seem to have changed at all, but not to mention that he became restrained for no reason and less ostentatious. He has a profound bearing of a superior person, and just from the traditional dress with dark sleeves, it can be seen that he is not the previous Wujowu.

However... Osamu Dazai glanced at the family crest embroidered on his lapel, his thoughts flashed, and an unbelievable thought flashed quickly——

"Five... Patriarch?"

Such big patterns are usually only qualified to be worn by the governor of a big family, but——

why?

Osamu Dazai glanced at the purple cylinder that rolled aside after hitting Gojo Satoru from the corner of his eye.

The hand that was still pinching the face suddenly increased its strength, Dazai Osamu hadn't had time to be dissatisfied, the hand let go again, but turned to rub his head again.

The man's expression seemed to be amused and a little helpless, but he still smiled, as if he was in a very happy mood, and praised: "As expected of my husband, Dazai, you are always so clever."

Osamu Dazai: "???"

It was getting weirder and weirder, but before Dazai Osamu could find out why, he was caught off guard by the actions of the Gojo patriarch and interrupted his thinking.

The man looked around, and suddenly bent down and hugged Osamu Dazai. It was not a princess hug, but his hands clasped his waist, lifting Dazai Osamu like a child.

"I remembered, we ate here after shopping..." He glanced at the table and hadn't removed the table, "Why didn't you eat much? Do you want to eat something more?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Even though he once sat on Gojo Satoru's lap, let Gojo Satoru carry him on his back, and even slept on a bed, but this time he was forced to sit on the arm of the suspected "Gojo Satoru", Dazai Osamu was exceptional awkward.

This has gone against his original pleasure in teasing people, instead he was conflicted by this inexplicable familiarity and warmth, as if they were in a very close and trusting relationship.

... What are you kidding.

He rested his hands on the man's shoulders, frowning slightly, "You..."

"Sorry, sorry! That..."

A gentle voice with some embarrassment and panic interjected, Osamu Dazai looked up, a brown-haired young man came in a hurry, he seemed to explain something, but he could see that the two seemed to get along very harmoniously, For some reason, it got stuck all of a sudden.

Osamu Dazai's eyes flicked across the handsome young man's face, and then paused on the baby sitting on his shoulder.

"ciao~" The little baby in a special black suit said hello, "Meet you again."

"Huh? Do you know Li Baoen?" The young man——Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little surprised, no wonder he followed him here, but at the same time he was relieved.

Explaining to ordinary people the extremely unscientific thing that a ten-year rocket launch will allow people to exchange themselves with themselves ten years later is complicated and illusory, but it is really a black technology... It is better not to explain it, anyway, it will be done in 5 minutes. Will change back.

But super intuition tells him that these two people don't seem to be ordinary people... er, maybe not even people?

Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but look at the black-haired boy a few more times. A few years ago, he might have been afraid of meeting a "ghost", but now he has become a veritable mafia godfather, and he is more curious.

——Is there really someone in love with a "ghost"?

"It's not considered acquaintance to have met once." Li Baoen said.

I have dealt with the number one killer but I don't know each other yet... What kind of occasion would that be?

Tsunayoshi Sawada was thinking about his teacher's intentions, with a proper apology on his face, and he was ready to explain with a smile, "Sorry, my child..."

"It's okay, no need to apologize, it's okay." The white-haired man interrupted him, "If there is nothing else, let's go first."

After that, he hugged Dazai Osamu and walked away directly.

Sawada Tsunakichi was stunned for a moment, but did not stop him.

"Li Baoen..." he hesitated.

"Well, it seems that I have been ignored." The little baby stared at the man's back, his big grape-like eyes flashed with deep thought, "But, sure enough, there will be intersections..."

Otherwise, how could that person be hit by a ten-year rocket with his strength?

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Li Baoen didn't answer, and instead asked his students: "Gang, what do you think of those two?"

"Hmm...that's pretty good." The young man walked back with his teacher, and said with a teasing smile, "Does Li Baoen have any enmity with them? My intuition tells me that it's best not to provoke them casually. "

"Oh, as a disciple, you have to understand that my hatred is also your hatred."

Tsunayoshi Sawada thought for a while and asked, "So you bumped into them when you went to deal with Odagiri not long ago?"

"Well, that guy panicked and found a magician to protect him. Unfortunately, the magician only cares about the magic spirit."

Tsunayoshi Sawada thought for a while, but he couldn't guess the intersection between the mafia and the elusive conjurer, so he gave up, "I'd better deal with things here as soon as possible and go back, I seem to have something bad hunch..."

A ray of breeze blows in through the light wooden window.

Gojo Satoru suddenly came back to his senses, he was completely disturbed by the scene in front of him, and felt in a trance that this should be an illusion, but Liuyan forced him to admit that these were real.

and so--

"Why are you in my house...how did you grow up?"

The black-haired young man stood not far away, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at him leisurely for a while. Suddenly, a joke flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a smile, "Where would I be if I'm not at your house?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru felt that something was wrong, nothing was right anywhere, he was full of doubts, rationally told him not to confront this guy who was full of lies, but looking at those smiling iris eyes, he seemed to have taken root under his feet, He just didn't move.

Is it because of growing up?Why does it feel that the original hostility on this little devil is much less?

To be precise, he is almost invisible, at the moment he is dressed in a kimono at home, he looks like a handsome young master, who usually only needs to sing the wind and admire the moon, drink and sing.

"I won't go back to my home at all, let alone take you back to my home." Wujo Satoru could not control his thoughts, while instinctively maintaining vigilance.

"You really won't come back in the past..." the black-haired young man said as he walked towards him.

Gojo Satoru almost backed away, but then restrained himself, his face darkened slightly when he realized it, and suddenly noticed that this guy was barefoot.

Wutiaowu: "..."

It’s okay to wander around in pajamas, even if the floor is clean, but it’s not allowed in my house to not wear shoes or socks!What are the house rules? !

"But now, as the head of the family, where are you going when you are not in the family?... What are you looking at?"

Gojo Satoru quickly retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, secretly thought about something, and didn't make a draft for deceiving people. How could he be the owner of some shit? !It's too late to run!

He resisted the urge to touch his forehead, and still maintained a calm look on his face. He sneered and asked, "Even so, how could those corrupt old men in my family agree to let a curse spirit enter our family in a grand manner?"

The black-haired young man stood in front of Gojo Satoru, and there was only a low table less than half a meter wide between them.

He tilted his head slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Why would the elders not agree to let the head's wife live in the house?"

"...?"

Gojo Satoru felt as if he suddenly couldn't understand human words. His expression was extremely stiff, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the young man's slightly open lapel. Such marks... must have been bitten by insects, right? !

As if he couldn't feel Gojo Satoru's shock like being struck by five thunders, the black-haired young man's smile deepened, and his tone continued softly: "Besides, you weren't the one who locked me here in the first place?"

Kacha-!

An even bigger thunderbolt struck in the air, dazzling people's eyes and ears!

Gojo Satoru: "What...?????"

"Are you surprised?" The black-haired young man had a smile on his brows and eyes, and reached out to touch his face. "Younger ones really look cuter~"

"Put me down." Osamu Dazai said as soon as he left the restaurant.

"Isn't that easy?" said the man in the dark kimono.

"I want to go by myself."

"No, let me hold you for a while."

"..." Osamu Dazai let out a breath, and asked patiently, "Then tell me what's going on."

"It's a ten-year rocket launcher, the secret weapon of the Povino family of the mafia. Those who are hit will exchange themselves with themselves ten years later." The man explained succinctly.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The secret weapon hit passers-by so casually? !Or the strongest magician? !He didn't quite believe it was an accident.

Osamu Dazai had a lot of questions, but before he had time to ask, he heard the man holding him say, "Give up, I won't tell you about the future, but don't think too much, just let nature take its course." .”

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man's pleasing side face, with erratic dark lights flickering in his eyes.

"Is this advice from a 40-year-old uncle in the future?" He said maliciously.

"Haha." The man was not angry at all, his round sunglasses fell on his straight nose, and his blue eyes reflected Dazai Osamu's expressionless face, he said teasingly, "You are really cute at this time .”

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Oops, why doesn't it feel so easy to tease.

"How long did you exchange?"

The man stopped when he heard the words, and sighed: "Now."

After the words fell, the pink smoke exploded again, Osamu Dazai felt weightless for a moment, and then he was caught again.

As the smoke cleared, Osamu Dazai and Gojo Gojo who was holding him stared wide-eyed.

The next moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly woke up, as if he was hugging a time-bomb that was about to detonate, he immediately threw Osamu Dazai outward.

"Hey——!" Osamu Dazai managed to keep himself from falling to the ground, but he didn't care about getting angry. He looked at Gojo Satoru with a little surprise, and felt that the guy who had been away for ten years now looked like A... big cat with a blown fur.