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Gojo Satoru knew in his heart that something was wrong with Osamu Dazai after that thunderstorm, even though he seemed to have pulled him back from the dangerous cliff.

However, the sense of insecurity in my heart still lingers.It's a pity that Gojo Satoru really has no other way to face Dazai Osamu who is like a clamshell, except to guard him more strictly.

Although he is not lacking in patience, the passiveness of waiting is still very unpleasant, especially after having such a dream.

But he is very clear that Osamu Dazai is definitely not someone who can deter or solve problems with ordinary means, and if not done well, it will even cause a series of unnecessary troubles.

Such a situation that cannot be completely controlled, coupled with Dazai Osamu's troublesome personality and ever-changing thoughts, made Gojo Satoru feel indescribably irritated.

The other party seems to be gentle on the surface, but in fact, his temperament of never discussing with others is exactly the same as his essence, which makes Gojo Satoru basically able to imagine what the other party's reaction will be if he attacks head-on.

After the role is switched, he can understand why so many people are so troubled by his character that they can't do anything about it.

—Because I can't beat him.

Strong strength is always the greatest confidence to act recklessly, even if the group of high-level executives are so angry with him that they want to beat him up in their dreams, but the fact is that they have nothing to do with him.

This way of getting along with him is the same with Osamu Dazai, because I can't do anything at all to coerce him with strong means.

Besides, even if I really beat him up cruelly, that little brat who always said he was afraid of pain would probably be tighter than anyone else in the end.

Therefore, even if he vomits blood sometimes due to anger, Gojo Satoru can only sulk and adjust himself at most, looking at that handsome and innocent face, and comforting himself, can it still be divided?

But fortunately, in the following days, maybe time has diluted some problems, Dazai has indeed become more honest, and the faint gloom on his body has gradually disappeared, just like before, even if he feels that he is being watched closely, he is at most just Complain a few words.

Although he still couldn't figure out what Dazai Osamu wanted to do, he still had to do the work that followed. Gojo Satoru didn't have much time to study the courses on youth mental health, so he had to pack Dazai Osamu again, and the two continued without stopping. Go to Kyoto.

Kyoto is considered to be one of the old strongholds of conjurers. There should be no shortage of conjurers in the radiation area under the original jurisdiction to exorcise the curse spirits, but this time it is more difficult. All the personnel who went to exorcise the curse spirits were seriously injured. Only then did Gojo Satoru in Tokyo be temporarily transferred to reduce the casualty rate.

This kind of decision-making is of course the best for the superiors, but it would be shameless to take this kind of behavior for granted, but the high-level people in the magic world are such a bunch of idiots, and Gojo Satoru himself Unaware that something was wrong.

Anyway, in his eyes, this needs to be resolved.

"So this is the real reason for your hard work."

On the Shinkansen, Osamu Dazai yawned lazily, his tone sounded casual, but his kite-colored eyes were cold.

Occasionally "bullying" Gojo Satoru to play this kind of thing, he can only do it, no one else needs to do it for him.

"It doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru folded his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, his silver-white hair was eye-catching and dazzling in the sun, "If it's not mine, it will be someone else's."

But the point is not here.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and said nothing more.

The location of this mission is located in a very remote village, and the only hotel is also far away from this village.In the past, Gojo Satoru might book a high-end hotel in the city center and throw Dazai Osamu in it, and then teleport back after solving the task by himself.But now Mr. Wujo was extremely worried about a certain curse spirit, so the two had to stay in a dilapidated hotel that looked like it was about to close down.

Although Gojo Satoru is not a person who cares about the cost of food and clothing, facing this environment makes him very speechless, "Is this a container? It doesn't even have a window?"

But Osamu Dazai, who looked like a young man, didn't care about this at all, and sat on the bed, "No matter where he is, he's just sleeping, but it's Gojo-sensei, you go to the task."

Gojo Satoru didn't expect the other party to be so easy to deal with. He obviously complained that the crab meat was not fresh, and he felt a little wronged by the other party, but he chose this place for no reason.

There is no front to the village, no shop to the back of this hotel, and no means of transportation. Even if you want to go according to Osamu Dazai's footsteps, you will definitely not be able to go very far in a short period of time. It doesn't take much time.

Gojo Satoru clearly distinguished the priorities, he watched Osamu Dazai start to yawn as if he was a little sleepy, moved his lips, "Got it."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure disappeared in an instant.

Osamu Dazai is now like a string stretched in Gojo Satoru's heart, as long as the other party is no longer in front of him, it may break at any time.

As a result, this anxiety greatly increased his work efficiency.

When another curse spirit that was about to become a super class was expelled without even seeing the cause of its own death, Gojo Satoru even had time to take out his phone to see how long it took.

The light in the room was turned off when we went back, and Dazai Osamu lay on the bed and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes. He was obviously not short, but he always liked to curl up into a small ball while sleeping.Gojo Satoru opened the blindfold and stared at it for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief. The other person's eyes closed looked too harmless, and because the posture was like a small animal that was a little closed, it really made people want to reach out and rub it.

As a matter of fact, he did so, relying on Osamu Dazai's laziness to open his eyes, sat on the bedside and played with the other's head and face for half an hour, but in the end, a certain curse spirit couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you want to bald me by touching me like this? Teacher Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru smiled, "Oh, I woke you up." As he said that, he squeezed into the bed together, stuffing people into his arms like a pillow, "Sorry, sorry, go on sleeping."

Tasks have always been one after another, and when the next day arrives, it means rushing to the next city. In such an era of population explosion, the number of curse spirits will increase accordingly. Both of them are used to traveling for a long time, but this time they obviously have No, just when Gojo Satoru was about to rush to the next stop with Dazai Osamu who still seemed to be awake, he suddenly received a call from the assistant supervisor.

The voice on the other end was trembling after forcibly restraining panic.

"Mr. Wujo, there is a gathering of curse spirits in the area near the city center, and the tents have been set up. Please come as soon as possible."

Gojo Satoru frowned, let's forget about the curse spirit coming and going early in the morning, or is it a gathering?This is Kyoto!Where have all the conjurers gone?

But isn't this the time to think about these things? The location is in the urban area. As long as the curse spirits move their fingers casually, it's easy for blood to flow into rivers.

But... He lowered his head and glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was still awake. Before he figured out the anomaly in Osamu Dazai, or thought of a surefire way to tie him to his side, such a sudden and urgent situation made him He could only temporarily separate from the other party unwillingly but compelled.

"What are you thinking about?" Osamu Dazai looked up at him, "Hurry up and go."

"Ah."

Human life is at stake. Facing this kind of multiple-choice question, Gojo Satoru knew exactly what he was going to do, but he still paused for a moment, his eyes met, looking at the pair of iris-colored eyes that could not see any emotions, Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and suddenly let go. He took a soft breath, "Wait here for me to come back, okay?"

It was the first time even Osamu Dazai heard such a gentle request from Gojo Gojo.

So now it is found that the hard ones are not good enough, have you come to the soft ones?

This kind of recognition rarely made Dazai feel a little funny, but he didn't show it on his face, and even his tone was calm, "Oh? Why do you say that, where else can I go?"

"So what's the answer?" Gojo Satoru answered without giving anyone a chance to change the subject, "Is it good or not?"

Gojo Satoru had never learned what it means to be low-profile, and he changed back to his previous tone as he spoke.

Osamu Dazai raised his chin and looked at him, "Is this a request?"

Gojo Satoru nodded.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth, "Got it, I'll be here, go quickly."

After getting the guarantee, the heart hanging in the air seemed to have settled down, and Wujo Satoru left a sentence and soon disappeared again.

The scene was just as the auxiliary supervisor said, the curse spirits from nowhere gathered in an old school building It appeared, this is not an abandoned building, there is still a teaching building just a few hundred meters away, and the magic spirits appeared in the early morning, which happened to be the time when the students were about to enter the school.

——This time the efficiency of the auxiliary supervisors is quite high.

Wutiao Wuxin thought, at their usual speed, it is very rare for them to set up tents and evacuate the crowd without any casualties. There are no other reasons. So easy to spot.

And this time, the deployment of the tent and the evacuation of the students were carried out almost at the same time, as if they had predicted the movement of the curse spirits.The students who had just arrived at school evacuated from the school in a daze, and got a day off for no reason. They were still happy but had no idea that there was a danger that could kill them instantly just a few hundred meters away.

"Wujo-kun." The assistant supervisor's voice on the phone was still trembling, without any change because of his arrival, "I will trouble you for everything."

Gojo Satoru walked into the tent alone, the faint feeling of something wrong in his heart still persisted. Large-scale attacks are not allowed in this kind of place, hands and feet are tied, but it is not as convenient as last night when he was in no man's land .

This means that the extermination time will be extended.

——So what's wrong?

Wujo Wu's premonitions were not without warning, especially after Xia Youjie left, he observed the actions of the people he cared about more carefully, and his subconscious mind kept telling him what was important and ignored It was so close at hand, but he never noticed it.

The strength of Wujo Wu's strength is unknown to the group of super magic spirits who want to target him, and the fact that their own personnel do not have an accurate value.When Gojo Satoru walked out of the tent unscathed, the assistant supervisor hadn't even recovered from the fear of making all these arrangements after taking orders.

The curse spirits, enough to cause headaches for first-level conjurers, were expelled in a much shorter period of time than expected, and Gojo Satoru himself didn't even have time to say hello, and left instantly after solving everything in front of him When I got here, I was so anxious as if I was in a hurry to make sure of something.

The hotel where Osamu Dazai was staying was more than [-] kilometers away from the city, but it was only a blink of an eye for Gojo Satoru.

"I'm back." He pushed open the door as before, and said to Osamu Dazai, "I thought there was some serious trouble, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

But this time no one responded to him.

The room was empty, no one was there.