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It was another long night, and when the sky turned pale, this small town in the deep mountains barely regained its former tranquility, but it didn't take long for it to become noisy again with the sound of a lot of sirens.

The cult incident involved a wide range of things. Apart from the curse spirits, curse masters, and monsters that ordinary people could not touch, there were also many people involved, and some of them were not even of low social status.

However, the ending and follow-up of the incident has nothing to do with the students for the time being. Compared with the night of terror in the playground, what happened in Oak Town is more dangerous. He was immediately sent back to a high school for treatment.

This special trial has come to an end.

Because Wujo Satoru was the last to witness and defeat the curse spirit, he had to spend a little more time explaining what happened that night, but even if he made it clear, some people were still dissatisfied.

Just looking at the structure of Oak Town, we can know that this cult has been secretly planning for many years, and a large amount of unknown capital turnover was found on the relevant accounts of the principal on the surface, which obviously did not come from those rich people. Yes, there may be another black hand behind it, and this black hand is not even a person, it is very likely that it is a deeply hidden force that will pose a threat to Gao Zhuan.

Compared with the attacks encountered by the high school at the exchange meeting, there were also curse spirits and curse masters, and it was hard not to connect them.

The person in charge of the cult is an ordinary person who has been brainwashed, obviously a puppet. In that case, the curse masters who appeared in Oak Town are the most likely targets for obtaining information. However, those people are all dead. Although Gojo Satoru It was said that it was the hand of the evil god, but this kind of reason could not convince all the high-level people——

What strength do you Wujou have, can't you leave a living? !

It's just that he didn't say clearly whether he had a different heart for Gaozhuan, or was he dazzled by that curse spirit and took the students to try?Can't tell the priority!

In the end, they naturally broke up again.

"What the hell?! I don't know who has allowed this cult to develop for many years, and still has the face to criticize me!"

After coming out of the high school, the moon and stars are thin, and another day has passed.

Although Gojo Satoru turned back on the spot, his anger still persisted, and he would still be angry, talking non-stop to Osamu Dazai.

"Well, maybe they are the ones who have accounts with the cult. They have ghosts in their hearts, so they need to divert their attention. Who made you such a big target."

Osamu Dazai walked beside him, looking very leisurely, in stark contrast to someone who was still venting his anger with fried hair.

Gojo Wu knew that there was an inner ghost colluding with the curse spirit in the high school, so he said, "You mean those people who targeted me have problems?"

Seeing his eagerness to try and do something, Osamu Dazai said coolly: "You have such a temper, there are not many high-level people who don't target you. Who knows if they were used as guns? If there is no evidence, it's the best!" It’s better not to startle the snake.”

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue, obviously very impatient.

"However," Osamu Dazai smiled inexplicably, "Your rulers in the magic world are quite interesting... How can I describe it well? It's either stupid or bad, or it's stupid and bad... So far It was not overthrown, or simply disintegrated, and it really is because the people underneath are also a bunch of idiots, right?"

This was no longer a tactful comment before, but an unabashedly bitter sarcasm.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly strangled Osamu Dazai by the neck, and pulled him into his arms.

"What are you doing!" Osamu Dazai was staggered again.

"You're beating me around again."

"Huh? Is there still a need to beat around the bush? And it's obviously you who checked in!"

"Dare to talk back, the daily cans will be reduced by one!"

"??? Transferring your own pain to others, this despicable behavior will be cast aside!"

"Hmph, then say something nice to me."

"No."

"Huh? Not happy anymore?" Gojo Satoru pinched Dazai Osamu's cheek, "Forget it, my lord has a lot of crab meat this time so I won't skip your canned crab meat."

If others see this gesture of raising it high and lowering it gently, it may be to confirm the fact that he has been dazzled by the curse spirit.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The two of them returned home noisy and noisy all the way. The next day they were on vacation, and it was nearly noon when Gojo Satoru woke up.

On a rare holiday, he went downstairs after washing, and saw the black-haired curse spirit sitting on the carpet in the living room, flipping through a booklet, with an opened storage box next to it.

He subconsciously thumped in his heart, even though he knew it was nothing to hide, but when he saw it again, it still caused a lot of waves and reverberations in his calm heart.

It was something that should have been sealed in the storage room, but was packed away intentionally by him, but Osamu Dazai rummaged it out for some reason.

"You really dug your house three feet to find this box?"

Gojo Satoru approached helplessly. The items in the storage box were very simple. They were notebooks from his student days, but there was nothing serious about them. The main thing was that old photo...that is, the one that Osamu Dazai held in his hand.

The photo was taken in front of the college teaching building 12 years ago. On it are 16-year-old Gojo Satoru, Jiarui Nitzi and...Xia Youjie.

Time can dilute everything, but photos can freeze time.

The three people in the picture are smiling towards the camera, as if it just happened yesterday.

Almost at the moment when he saw it, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but recall the happiest three years in his life.His companions and close friends are all around him, he is fearless and determined, and no one would have expected such an ending waiting for them.

Gojo Satoru didn't have any expression on his face, Dazai Osamu could see the fleeting astonishment on his face, he didn't even need to say anything, the black-haired mantra could almost guess what was going on in his heart from the trembling eyelashes. Every emotional change.

——You really understand, Mr. Wujo.

Dazai Osamu looked at him, as if he didn't know what to avoid, and pointed at the black-haired young man with a gentle smile standing next to the boy Gojo Satoru and asked, "Is this your best friend who was killed by your own hands?"

Gojo Satoru paused almost imperceptibly, "Yes."

"What is it called?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer right away. Xia Youjie's defection was regarded as a stain on Gaozhuan, especially because he had committed many terrible incidents. Even though he had been executed on the spot, his existence was still kept secret in the magic world. The file is also classified as confidential.

But these rules are not the reason for his silence, it's just that this person is not so simple for Gojo Satoru to express.

In fact, he used to be a very short-sleeping person. Since Osamu Dazai came, he was infected with the problem of sleeping late for some reason. Before that, he used to watch the sun buried in the clouds slowly. rising.He has little and shallow sleep, and almost no dreams. The only person who has dreamed is the guy in the photo.

Xia Youjie's existence is a traitor to the magic world, but it is not that simple for him.

"Why do you ask this?" Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged opposite Dazai Osamu.

"Curiosity." Osamu Dazai said indifferently, "Can't you tell me?"

Just curious?Gojo Satoru felt that it was not that simple.

"There's nothing you can't say, but let's have an exchange." He said deliberately, "You also tell me about the person you think is 'very strong'."

"Oh, forget it." Dazai Osamu smiled, and carefully put the photo that was obviously carefully kept back to its original place, "I don't want to know."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Stinky brat.

"His name is Xia Youjie."

Gojo Satoru thought about it, but still didn't know what to say about it.

There are many kinds of feelings in a person's life, family affection, friendship, love.

Family affection is not very felt for Gojo Satoru. My family regards him not so much as Gojo Satoru, but as Six Eyes. Every word and deed surrounds Gojo Family, and it seems that he doesn't see him as a human being.And love didn't exist when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he didn't know that he was quite popular with ordinary girls at that time, but in the end those girls were attracted by his face and all jumped towards Jie.

Only friendship.

It is a unique thing that he gained in the college.

Because of his biased ability, Jia Ruozi basically didn't go on missions with them, and the only one who was bound to him and got along very well was Xia Youjie.

"We are the strongest..." After thinking for a long time, Gojo Satoru subconsciously said this sentence, "Once."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, his face with a faint smile could be called gentle.

"You probably guessed it. He is my only close friend. We used to be very good friends. We played missions together and often fought together, but I didn't expect... Well, he left because of disagreements in the end. Last year he called Many curse masters planned an attack on the High Commissioner...and I killed it myself, um...that's it."

Osamu Dazai stared at him and didn't speak for a while.

Gojo Satoru has always been a strong and loose image, and he is rarely emotional, but the him in front of him at this moment can be regarded as a rare depression.

I really want someone to rub my head, and in fact Osamu Dazai did exactly that.

He rubbed the dazzling silver hair like a cat, and there was a gentleness in his tone that he didn't notice, "Do you want to cry? It's rare that I'm willing to lend a man's arms to lean on."

Gojo Satoru looked at him helplessly, "...Thank you so much."

Dazai smiled.

—He didn't lie.

From Gojo Satoru's reaction, Osamu Dazai was able to confirm that the other party had indeed killed his close friend with his own hands.

Gojo Satoru wouldn't lie, if his acting skills were good enough to deceive Osamu Dazai, he wouldn't be forced into such a passive situation by the top management.The parting of the two of them was nothing more than choosing two paths that both sides believed to be correct. Even in Wutiao Wu's heart, Xia Youjie still occupied the part of friendship—almost all the space.

If there was no previous incident in Oak Town, Osamu Dazai might have guessed whether there was a secret technique such as resurrection in the magic world, but now it is obvious that there is no such thing.

Then who is that man in monk robe who looks exactly like Xia Youjie?

If it was only similar in appearance, why would the curse master say "Master Xia You" to his disciples in Oak Town?

Was Gojo Satoru deceived or someone else?

But this is by no means a good thing... Judging from Xia Youjie's weight in Wutiao Wu's heart, no matter whether this person "resurrected from the dead" or something else, this matter itself is very likely to be aimed at Wutiao Wu of.

Osamu Dazai didn't pay much attention to it himself. He had already intervened in the affairs of the high school only when he was interested, but now he is almost completely considering things from the perspective of Gojo Satoru.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking... Mr. Gojo really can't tell stories." Dazai Osamu put on a distressed expression on purpose, "It's obviously a sad thing, but you have no emotion at all when you tell it."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "Then show me a demonstration and tell me your story!"

He is still brooding over how Dazai Osamu can still hide his secret.

"Speaking of which..." Osamu Dazai took out the photo and held it next to Gojo Gojo's face, and said in a lively manner, "Over ten years have passed, and Gojo-sensei has hardly changed...it's still the same—"

Having said that, he paused for a moment, seeing that Gojo Satoru had been distracted, he pricked up his ears to listen to the praise.

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth and said, "...you're so stupid."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "...put the things back for me!"

In the next few days, life returned to normal, and the students continued to go to school and train. On this day, Gojo Satoru took on a daily task. The location was not far away, and he could go back and forth on the same day. He did not agree with Osamu Dazai's appeal that he wanted to stay at home. , On the grounds that "the upper management is watching him, it's better to act together just in case", he dragged him out of the bed and packed him away.

And it wasn't until he got off the tram that Osamu Dazai realized that the mission location this time was... Yokohama.

In less than one morning, Gojo Satoru, who was extremely efficient, solved the task objective, and then took Dazai Osamu to eat the puff tower that has become very popular on the Internet recently. The selling point is in a square in Yokohama. Quite a few, Osamu Dazai only waited for a while, then impatiently ran to sit on the public seat beside the flower bed.

There were people coming and going around, but fortunately, no one noticed Osamu Dazai's corner for the time being, and sat on him, so that he could take a break and have a quiet time.

It has been more than half a year since he came to this world inexplicably. Except for the first time he came to Yokohama and verified with his own eyes that no one he knew existed, Osamu Dazai has never set foot on this land since then.

No chance and no need.

Looking at it now, it is still familiar and strange. At least in memory, this lively square does not exist at all, and it is replaced by the most chaotic and poorest slum in Yokohama-Raibo Street.

However, since there is no barbaric spit in this world, it is impossible for another Chuya of the Central Plains to be born, and the terrain that later became Leibo Street is also impossible to be destroyed.

While he was in a daze, the sound of machinery running faintly came from his ears. Osamu Dazai glanced down, and a remote-controlled robot rolled its tires and drove to his feet. A piece of cardboard was clamped in the hand of the little robot. On it was A string of garbled characters, and a hand-painted pink cloud in the lower right corner.

Hmm...are there any pink clouds?

Osamu Dazai didn't pay attention to it at first, until he deciphered the string of garbled characters subconsciously.

When the queue was about to arrive, a call came into Gojo Satoru's cell phone. When he picked it up, he glanced at Osamu Dazai, the black-haired curse spirit was still slumped on the chair like a salted fish.

"Oh, it's rare. The diva called, did she come here specially to congratulate my students who had a great harvest during the trial?"

Um Diva: "..."

Although those students were recommended to become first-level conjurers after the cruise ship incident and the Oak Town incident, she was not interested in listening to Gojo Satoru's show off, and her awkward tone really made her palms itch and wanted to punch someone.

"...The thing you asked me to investigate has a little clue."

"Oh? Is there a target? Who is it?" Gojo Satoru was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the useless singer could actually find clues, but Dazai's method should be the best.

"I can't tell by phone, let's talk about it in person." An Geji said.

"Okay, tell me the time and place."

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru bought two puff towers in a good mood, but when he turned around, he found a couple sitting on the public seat next to the flower bed.

... Osamu Dazai is gone.