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Sacrifice originated from belief, and should have been a relatively small activity.But in Oaktown, it's like a town-wide celebration.The endless long street is decorated with lights, and the bright lights illuminate the young men and women wearing bathrobes. The busy street is unexpectedly maintaining a basic order, and the thick and colorful patterns are carved on the sides of the long street. On the pavement, the burning bonfire emitted a scorching light, almost dyeing the sky red.

When night fell, standing on a slightly higher hill and looking down, the whole town was surrounded by lights, like a long winding dragon.

Such a bustling town is really hard to associate with Xie religion.

Gojo Satoru walked slowly among the crowd. He was tall and tall, almost taller than the people around him. He was dressed in black and wore sunglasses at night, which really caught people's attention.Others seem to be here to attend a celebration, but he looks like a male star who came to the street to shoot.

"Oh~ Mr. Gojo is so popular." Osamu Dazai held a sightseeing map and guidebook of Oak Town. He obviously didn't look up, but he seemed to have a panoramic view of everything. phone number."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru glanced down at him. There were people coming and going around, shouting and chatting, children's shouts and laughter mixed together. Only a god could hear everyone whispering, "You want to lie again?"

"Why, the one in the pink bathrobe over there, look."

Gojo Satoru didn't even raise his eyes, and curled his lips speechlessly, "Even if it's true, I can't give it."

This answer was expected and beyond reason.

Osamu Dazai glanced up at him, shrugged boringly, and said in a flat tone, "Okay, okay, Mr. Wujo, who doesn't care."

— This brat.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his trouser pockets, and observed Osamu Dazai who suddenly became interested in the Oak Town sightseeing guide for some reason through the cover of his sunglasses.The young man's gracefully curved side face looks softer against the warm light and shadow, as if softening the harshness brought by the black clothes, his kite-colored eyes are flipping through the book in his hand without blinking, which is actually kind of gentle a feeling of.

The scale of the ceremony held by this priest is so large. In normal times, Osamu Dazai would have gone into the crowd to find all kinds of beauties and sisters to watch, or took advantage of others not to see and started playing for free, as honest as he is now... Absolutely ghost.

"You must remember to promise me."

The question was endless, but Dazai Osamu answered politely, "Understood, you are almost 30 years old, so long-winded."

Wutiaowu: "..."

At this moment, a dull and solemn drum sounded!

The people on the whole street seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and looked towards the source of the sound, and then the crowd exclaimed excitedly, and automatically diverted to both sides, leaving the middle street.

"This xie religion is very popular among the residents."

Gojo Wujo had sharp eyes and quick hands, picked up Dazai Osamu by the waist at the moment when others were about to knock him down, changed positions with ease, and came to a slope with fewer people.

Osamu Dazai was quite speechless watching himself being lifted up again like a rice bag. It was not good here because his height had shrunk.

"It's not incomprehensible."

"How to say?"

"How can ordinary people care about these things in the depths? The existence of this sect has brought real economic sources to Oak Town, and of course it is popular among local residents."

"As long as it can bring enough benefits, good and evil don't matter."

"It should be said that as long as they can bring enough benefits, they can pretend to be ignorant of good and evil." Osamu Dazai watched the huge parade convoy slowly approaching from the street, his kite-colored eyes reflected the dense crowds of people around him. "Compared with what you can actually get, some illusory morality seems not so important."

As he said that, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, "Speaking of which, Mr. Wutiao, you conjurers are guarding this kind of human beings with your life. Is it worth it? You worked hard for these human beings who may not be worthy of your sacrifice."

Again.

The kid's seemingly harmless exterior has cracked a gap, and a glimpse of the truest inner side has been glimpsed.

But this kind of question was actually asked by another person in a different form a long time ago.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes curiously, but was surprised that Gojo Satoru didn't hit him on the head again, or say no words of justice.Instead, he stared at the crowd, as if quietly recalling something.

Because it is so strong, Gojo Satoru has never had the habit of hiding his emotions, and his emotions are all written on his face, which is very easy to understand and guess.

Originally, it was just intended to be a half-joke, but it did not expect to have such an effect. Osamu Dazai felt a thump in his heart. Gojo Satoru's silence was really abnormal. Just as he was about to say something to make amends, the sudden fierce drumming attracted the attention of the two of them. Notice.

In the middle of the long street, the parade team in costumes had already walked in front of them before they knew it, and the two of them took a look, both of which were stunned reflexively.

The crowd cheered, but automatically kept refusing so that the team could pass through the crowded long street.On the huge wooden car, there are several familiar faces among the people wearing sacrificial attire.

Gojo Satoru showed one eye and stared at the slowly moving wooden car, "Forget it with Youruhito and the others, the pandas might be in it... I almost thought it was a Disney float."

Osamu Dazai pointed to the priestess priestess who was wearing layers of clothes and circling around at the top of the car, "After all, even Hui has sacrificed to this extent, well, I don't know the place of life well, and I can only sneak in if I want to get information .”

But the problem is, it's useless to just mix in like this.After all, this grand sacrifice seems so normal, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a celebration, where can we see the shadow of Xie Cult.

Residents standing in two rows knelt down one after another as the sacrificial procession arrived, pious and docile, muttering words that others could not understand.The originally bustling street seemed to have quieted down, only music and drums making fierce sounds.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, and raised the Dazai in his hand a bit higher, "Something is wrong, let's go to the last position to see."

"That's fine." Osamu Dazai sighed, "But can Mr. Gojo change his posture? I'm a little nauseous from being strangled by you."

A mantra spirit doesn't even have a digestive system, so what's the nausea? Gojo Satoru ignored this suggestion, "Shut up obediently."

There were too many people on both sides of the long street, and only one figure disappeared without anyone noticing.

Although the two didn't say anything, they both knew that the so-called sacrifice definitely didn't refer to what they were witnessing on the surface.The final point of the parade convoy is the shrine, after which the witch will perform a series of events such as praying, and the pure boys and girls will offer sacrifices for sacrifices, representing the sincere belief and respect of everyone in Oak Town.

"Does Teacher Wutiao understand the process of sacrificial offerings?"

"Who knows the sacrificial process of a Xie religion?"

"It's listed in the tourist guide." Osamu Dazai picked up the book, "When we arrive at the shrine, the end is almost coming to an end, and the joyous celebration will continue. But this ostensible sacrifice is probably just the beginning of the whole sacrifice That's all."

Wujo Satoru understood the meaning of his words in an instant.

The parade was still going on over there, and the flames that almost dyed the sky red and the people's obsessed and intoxicated expressions intertwined. They had no instructions for every prostration, but they were full of awe and worship.Under the hustle and bustle, the path Gojo Satoru chose was as deserted as it could be, forming two worlds with the brightly lit place.

"The reason why the Oak Church is so difficult to be eradicated by the police is that they are beyond their reach. On the surface, they behave too 'normal'." Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Even if some people involved in illegal activities are caught There are marginal clues, but there is no direct evidence to prove that it was the instruction of the 'Oakwood Cult'."

"Isn't there still a hacking incident?"

"The evidence given by the assistant supervisor is just a vague video, and what he said was only asked from the survivors nearby, which cannot be regarded as direct evidence." Osamu Dazai said, "What's more, the whole town believes in this so-called The Oak God, without evidence, the police directly came to seal it up, and it was the Japanese police’s fault to sue the court.”

Even if you represent justice, you can only follow the process.Conversely, because you are righteous, you must follow the process.

"Leaving it to the high school is indeed the best choice, as long as you find the lair of those guys and catch a few high-level personnel... Well, it doesn't matter if you don't catch it, anyway, except for this Oak God, it's the best It is also a form of solution that can best avoid public anger." Osamu Dazai said, "For local officials, the latter may be better, it not only solves the problem, but also saves votes. As long as there is no such Oak God, the people of Oak Town Residents believe in what they love, and it is a win-win situation.”

"It seems that you are very familiar with negotiating with the government?" Gojo Satoru asked, "Why? When you were a human being, you were also one of the civil servants?"

"No, I hate places with many rules." Osamu Dazai said lightly.

Gojo Satoru was not surprised by this, and continued to ask: "So you often deal with the government?"

For example, "mix black".

"The topic is wrong, Mr. Gojo." Osamu Dazai turned back lightly, "The reason why the Oak Church has grown to such a large scale is not unrelated to some people's cover for their own interests. It is so dark inside. Just looking at it makes people feel dizzy, and it's not just the curse spirit that is scary."

During the conversation, they had already come to the shrine one step ahead, and the staff of the shrine waited in an orderly manner, waiting for the parade convoy to arrive at them, and then they could proceed to the next step of preparation.

Gojo Satoru put Dazai Osamu down, and he stood in the bushes in black, almost merging with the darkness.

"Actually, Dazai-san." After a while, Gojo Satoru touched his chin and said suddenly, "What I want to do actually has nothing to do with others."

"Whether human beings are worth saving... Who cares if they are worth saving, it doesn't matter if they want to stink and rot." At this moment, his tone seemed to have returned to the era when he was still in a college, "I just want to Just do what you want to do.”