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After nearly a day and night of rain, it finally stopped before dawn, and it didn't take long for the sun to slowly rise from the horizon.

After the rainstorm, today is about to usher in a sunny day, but the temperature is not as hot as before.

Summer is passing quietly.

The outside gradually became noisy, but the dimly lit bedroom remained as quiet as before, until the mobile phone beside the bed suddenly vibrated.

A hand poked out from under the quilt, grabbed the phone roughly, and put it next to the ear——

"What's the matter?" The deep voice was still a little hoarse when he woke up.

The curse spirit who buried himself in the quilt heard the movement, squirmed slightly, and then curled up deeper into his embrace.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously clenched the hand that had been holding him all night, and heard an angry female voice coming from the receiver next to his ear——

"Huh? What are you asking me?!" An Geji asked incredulously, "You won't say that you suddenly lost your memory? Please, Wutiao, find a decent reason to let me go!"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, and vaguely remembered that he had indeed made an appointment with An Ge Ji yesterday. He checked the time on his phone, and it was nearly half an hour since the agreed ten o'clock.

"Hmm..." Wujo Satoru made up a reason without any effort, "I suddenly fell ill, and I may not be able to go out today, or you can come to my house to talk."

"Are you sick?" An Geji was taken aback, the strongest will be sick?But the sound is really a bit hoarse?

"What's wrong with you? Let Nitzi come and take a look for you?"

The strongest is sick!

"That's not necessary. I'll just take a day off. Maybe it rained yesterday. I'll send you the location. You can take a taxi and I'll reimburse you."

"Uh, okay." An Geji replied subconsciously. Just as she was about to hang up the phone, she suddenly heard another voice that sounded hazy as if she hadn't woken up from a distance through the microphone——

"...Who is coming?"

"Diva, you have something to tell me. If you want to sleep, go on sleeping. I won't go out."

As soon as Gojo Wu said this, the call was cut off by the other party. At the same time, An Geji received a location.

Ange Ji: "..."

Give birth to your big-headed ghost's disease!Still in the rain? !There is no lower limit spell, what kind of rain is this bastard!Don't suffer from some physical weakness caused by excessive indulgence!That is really hopeless!

An Geji's face gradually became ferocious, and she was so angry that she almost crushed her phone.

……

Qi returned to Qi, but it was hard to come to Tokyo, so I couldn't make a trip in vain, so Angeji finally followed the address to Gojo Satoru's house.

She rang the doorbell, and not long after, the door opened. Behind the door was Gojo Satoru in home clothes, who looked like he had just woken up.

"I put your slippers there for you. If you want to drink, you can take it from the refrigerator yourself. Please help yourself." After speaking, he left.

Um Diva: "..."

When Gojo Satoru finished his homemade sandwich in the dining room and came to the living room with unfinished coffee and milk, Ange Ji was already sitting on the sofa, taking out a stack of materials from his bag.

"so much?"

"It's just part of it. It's all old files that are not allowed to be taken out. I took pictures and printed them, and the rest are here." An Geji took out a laptop from her handbag.

Gojo Satoru sat down on the sofa, picked up the documents and flipped through them, and found that they were all archives of missions over the years. He didn't look at the details carefully. After flipping through a few pages, he quickly noticed a common point——

These are the mission records of the same group of people, and almost all of these people died in the end, and a very small number chose to change jobs.

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru asked, "Is there anything wrong with these people?"

Conjurer itself is a dangerous profession, so accidents occur almost every year, leading to some unexpected deaths.

"It's not that there's something wrong with these people, it's that there's something wrong with the data." An Geji said, "These are all people who have 'leaved' the college in the past 30 years. I did statistics after sorting it out and found that the proportion is increasing every year... Speaking of which, didn't you ask me to investigate? Why are you so confused? Didn't you wake up?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Investigate the conjurers who died or resigned from the high school in the past 30 years" was proposed by Osamu Dazai at the beginning. Although Gojo Satoru didn't quite understand the direct connection between finding the ghost and investigating the old files, but since it was Osamu Dazai's Requested, he relayed the task to An Ge Ji in one go.

"...No, I was just thinking that the changes in these values ​​should be very subtle, otherwise someone would have noticed something was wrong."

"Well, indeed, since the number of magic spirits is increasing every year, it is reasonable that the death rate of magicians will increase. But if," An Geji said with a sinking voice, "these increases are all Human-caused?"

Gojo Satoru paused slightly with his hand drinking coffee and milk, and the next moment, his eyes became extremely terrifying. Seeing An Ge Ji knew that he was not targeting her, but she still felt a shiver in her heart and a chill down her spine.

"You'd better have enough evidence."

……

When Osamu Dazai went downstairs, Gojo Satoru and An Utahime, who were seriously looking at the laptop screen in the living room, didn't notice it at first. He tilted his head and looked at the two sitting together on the sofa, then turned and went to the kitchen without saying a word.

Gojo Satoru suddenly caught some slight movement, and immediately made a gesture to stop Ange Ji's explanation.

"Dazai?" He called out, got up and walked to the kitchen, "Are you up?"

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai came out with a box of canned crab meat.

"Just eat this for lunch? Shall I make you something else?"

"No need, this is enough."

Gojo Satoru is not forced, mantra spirits do not have reincarnation of grains, and eating is only for appetite, so in theory Dazai Osamu can eat whatever he wants, but such a picky eater, I am afraid that he did not eat well when he was a human being .

Gojo Satoru was about to tell him about the information brought by Angeji, when he suddenly noticed that Osamu Dazai was barefoot, "Where are your slippers?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and glanced, "Forgot."

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything about him, but made an unexpected movement. He bent down slightly, put his arms around his back, and lifted his hips and legs with the other, and directly picked up Osamu Dazai, walked back through the hall, and finally put him on the coffee table On the carpet in front of him, I sat behind him and adjusted the orientation of the computer screen.

Because of his poor body shape, Osamu Dazai almost sat in his arms.

"This is some information recently collected by Diva, do you want to have a look?"

Ange Ji: "..."

An Geji couldn't believe her eyes. She deeply suspected that either she had been hit by an illusion or Gojo Satoru had been lowered.

The ability of this curse spirit is actually not invalidation but some kind of Gu technique, right?

Although there are rumors everywhere outside, and although Gojo Satoru's performance at the exchange meeting arouses people's daydreams, Angeji has always questioned the fact that Gojo Satoru will mix with a curse spirit, but she is not targeting Dazai Osamu. The real case of Gu Youtai came before, and it is not impossible to have love between human beings and curse spirits.

What makes An Geji feel unbelievable is that... Gojo Satoru's dog-temper of self-importance and conceit, how can anyone stand him?

What shocked her even more was that even if the curse spirit was deceived or blinded, Wujo Wu really knew how to take care of others?

Remembering that I once complained to Mingming that Gojo Satoru would definitely end up alone, and now An Geji said that she was eye-opening.

Not to mention Wutiao Wu's character of disliking dogs, he doesn't seem to have that string in his mind at all. Although this is also the norm in the magic world, especially Yusanjia, but since Wujou left Wutiaojia, he must Nor will he honestly follow the arrangement of his family and be manipulated by others in his marriage.

But now, he actually talked about it!rise!up!love!like!

Words can be made up, actions can be faked, but the eyes that like someone cannot be concealed, especially Wujo Satoru did not hide it at all, almost writing the word "care" on his face.

However, he behaved so naturally that he didn't feel that he was abnormal at all.Just looking at his attitude towards the curse spirit, using "care" is not enough to describe his importance, but "care".

When this word came to mind, An Ge Ji shuddered suddenly, it was too scary to put this word on Gojo Satoru.

...Can love really change a person?An Ge Ji had mixed feelings in her heart, and she couldn't tell if she was happy or worried for him.

"...Oh." Osamu Dazai responded slowly, but he didn't look at it immediately. Instead, he slowly opened the can and said, "You shouldn't see anything wrong just by looking at the death figures. , but if someone deliberately summarizes the specific details, such as mission frequency, difficulty changes, location changes, etc., which should be objective and random factors, they may be able to find some similar patterns... So someone is secretly manipulating it. "

"...how do you know?!" An Geji blurted out in surprise.

When Gojo Satoru asked her to investigate, although she was puzzled, she still did it, because the purpose was to find out the inner ghost, which would arouse suspicion. Besides, she became more and more vigilant. Before that, she had not given this information to anyone except herself.

"Because it makes sense," Osamu Dazai smiled, "Why does such a corrupt and inflexible high-level ruling class still exist, and the entire magic world has not collapsed because of those guys who have more than failed to succeed .”

"Oh? Isn't it true that the people below are a bunch of idiots?" Wujo Wujo asked with a half-smile.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him speechlessly, then took a spoonful of crab meat into his mouth, and sighed in a cadenced and vague way: "Of course it's because of our Wutiao teacher's Dinghaishen needle~"

"Talk about the business, don't play tricks." Gojo Wu pinched his soft face.

"No, I'm telling the truth~" Dazai Osamu muttered, took another mouthful of crab meat, and said seriously, "Actually, I felt a little strange at first, because you and the demon-eliminating master Yin Yang next door Teachers are different. Monsters have their own distinctions between good and evil, and they have camps. Therefore, as long as they are properly maintained, they can maintain balance and even coexist peacefully. But the world of magic is different. The source of magic spirits dooms them and humans to be immortal. The endless irony is that they were born because of human beings. Rather than saying that curses are a new species, they are more like a kind of cancerous lesion parasitic on them. The existence of the teacher is at best to relieve the symptoms."

As long as human beings still exist in this world, the curse spirits will be inexhaustible. As long as you think about the paradoxical relationship of living with each other and being mortal enemies to each other, you can imagine that some people despair and collapse because of this, and some people go to the other extreme. , There are also people who stick to their hearts from beginning to end.

"And in recent decades," Osamu Dazai continued, "the population explosion has not only brought about social progress, but also a greater number of curse spirits, but the high school still adheres to the old rules of the old school, with strict levels, rewards and punishments Strict, difficult to promote, and even the most basic benefits cannot be guaranteed. The mafia next door knows to use high wages and high benefits to attract people to work hard. Not everyone has the selfless spirit of saving the world and protecting the weak without fear of death. Based on the virtues of the upper echelons of colleges and universities that have long regarded conjurers as tools, the conjurer world should have collapsed long ago, and these data will not be so 'pretty'."

"So, what do you mean..." Gojo Gojo paused, and then said with a smirk, "The people who manipulated secretly are actually doing good things?"

"Whether you do something good or not depends on which angle you look at it from. From the perspective of the upper echelon, it really helped a lot and did a great good deed, so that they still have time to find fault with you, Dinghaishenzhen."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Then what is the purpose of that person... or those people?" An Geji couldn't help asking, she could only see that the death data was tricky, but she couldn't see through the purpose behind it. When she found out that it might be man-made, she It's already creepy.

"The purpose...to prevent the existing magic world from collapsing, but if you obviously have the ability to change it, but you don't do it, then you must have a 'greater' ideal." Osamu Dazai picked up the coffee that Gojo Satoru put on the coffee table He took a sip of milk, "For example... solve the problem fundamentally."