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Seemingly aware of Po's abnormality, Edogawa Ranbu followed Po's line of sight and looked at the top of his head.But from his perspective only the ceiling is seen.

And the curse spirit above his head turned his neckless head and turned to the slope that opened the door.The huge arms lifted and reached out to Poe.A strange and indistinct sound like a scream murmured from the mouth of the mantra, but Poe couldn't make out what it said.

"██け██れ..."

What is it saying?

Poe froze in place, seeing through his thick bangs the claws approaching him.It seems to want to grab Po, palm down, five fingers spread out.The tip of the large palm covered with fine feathers on the back is like the toes of a bird pointing down.

"Random," Poe asked, "what's that?"

The little raccoon on the top of the head leaned out, stretched out its claws curiously, and touched the sharp nails in front of it.

Like a sped-up camera, the moment the two paws, one big and one small, came into contact, the black shadow returned to the shadow behind the office chair as if it had never existed.Like a hallucination, without leaving a trace.

But Poe knew it was no hallucination.

"It's too cunning, why can you all see it!" Edogawa Ranpo puffed up his cheeks angrily.

"Forget it, you can verify the existence of this thing even if you don't see me." He opened his arms to Carl, "What Paul saw was a curse spirit, a special product of this world."

"Ranpo—" Poe stretched out his hand to say something, looked at Edogawa Ranpo's face, he was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand, his voice lowered, "Ah, that, it's nothing."

Carl climbed up the furry head from his shoulders, and then leaped towards Edogawa Ranpo.

"Can I follow Luanbu? Like the black-hand-party at the port before." Poe lowered his head a little embarrassedly, "I want to help Luanbu..."

Edogawa caught Carl in random steps and hugged the fluffy little raccoon.He tilted his head in doubt, and stared at Poe with emerald green eyes for a while.

"...Okay." He said, "After all, Paul is a cadre of the port mafia."

...

The Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College is referred to as the Conjuration College for short. The students in it will also accept the instructions from the upper class to take on the task of exorcising curse spirits while attending classes. Special conjurers such as Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie are Will often be driven around by tasks.

But even this can't stop Gojo Satoru from launching a "friendship" strategy to his new classmates.

"A fire broke out at the mission site a week ago, and all the family members at home were burned to death. It is observed that there is a second-level curse spirit, please be careful."

The words that the assistant supervisor said before coming here turned around in his head. The 16-year-old Dazai Osamu stood at the stairs, and behind him were three sneaky classmates.

The assistant supervisor was dismissed by him for a random reason, and there are only four conjurers here.

"What are you doing here?" He turned his head to the left, staring at the three uninvited teenagers with his iris-colored eyes.

The last time he went out with Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie were punished for self-criticism when they came back.This time it's good, the family is also there, and they are all in their grade.

It seems that there will be three more self-examinations on the desk of Noctua Moth Zhengdao.

Each of these three people wore a pair of sunglasses, and three heads poked out from the side alley, as if they wanted to use the sunglasses to hide their obvious sight.

Of course it failed completely.

"This is Zhijun's first official mission!" After being discovered, Gojo Satoru jumped out without any panic, "As seniors, of course we have to follow! Right, Jie!"

Xia Youjie's long and narrow eyes were bent, and he walked out following Gojo Wu: "Our task is over, Wu wants to watch the fun."

Osamu Dazai was expressionless: "Am I being lively?"

The three nodded in unison.

In broad daylight, the three of them wore black ink and looked like delinquent teenagers. Standing together looked like a 'concave' character, they looked like the underworld lady and her two bodyguards.

The third person who joined in the fun, Ru Nizi, pushed his sunglasses: "Jie, you are too honest."

Osamu Dazai, who really received the task and had something to do, walked up the stairs as if he saw nothing, and a white-haired man shouted from behind him: "Don't worry, Zhi-kun, even if we are here, we will never Interfering with Zhijun's mission!"

It was said as if he could hold back the words.

The mission location is a flat-roofed building on the second floor. The first floor is leased to a flower shop, and the second floor is inhabited.Due to the fire, all the stairwells leading to the second floor were scorched.The door on the second floor had been burned and was left wide open.

From the porch, you can see the scene-burned furniture, and marble floor tiles that are no longer clean.

The young man standing in the entrance raised his foot to look at the soles of his shoes, and he stepped on a layer of black ash when he passed the stairs just now.He walked through the door, leaving new black footprints on the tiles.

The living room has an unobstructed view, and it seems that the raging fire a week ago can be reproduced through the scene here.

Nitro, who was following behind, poked his head out from behind Osamu Dazai: "It's so tragic."

"The fire killed the whole family of the owner of the house, including an old man, two adults and three children. It is said that the bodies were all glued together, and it was impossible to tell who was who." Xia Youjie saw about this place on the way. News, "Dazai's mission is probably a curse born from the family's fear of fire before death."

Because of the high death toll, the incident still made headlines in the news.But the cause was ultimately attributed to an electrical fire, which was just a tragic accident.

Gojo Satoru has no real feeling for this kind of thing: "Ordinary people's lives are so fragile."

He has always been the strongest, and it doesn't matter to him what others do.It's just that his good friend Xia Youjie is a supporter of justice, and believes that the strong should protect the weak.

"That's why we have to protect them." Xia Youjie said naturally.

Gojo Satoru plucked his ears: "Here we go again, right."

The family's nitrous is caught in the middle, looking up at the sky.

At this moment, there was a crashing sound from the room, followed by a painful human voice.

Someone is here.

"Is there someone?" Xia Youjie frowned, "Didn't the auxiliary supervisor clear the venue in advance?"

"Maybe he sneaked in after the assistant supervisor left." Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes under the sunglasses and looked at Osamu Dazai.

He didn't know how Dazai Osamu fooled the auxiliary supervisor away, but there was a period of time between when the auxiliary supervisor left and when Dazai Osamu and the three of them arrived here.

Osamu Dazai ignored their words, wandering around the scene of the disaster as if aimlessly.

I ignored the three classmates as usual.

There were only a few of them in the space that had experienced the fire, and the voice from the entrance could also be heard in the room.While they were talking, the person who appeared unexpectedly had already walked to the door of the room.

"Excuse me..." The words paused, and a woman dressed as a housewife appeared in front of several high school students. She was wearing a long black dress and carried a bag that could hold a laptop computer. The room looked out of place.She stood at the door and asked cautiously, "Are you magicians?"

She grabbed the corner of her skirt with one hand, and held the phone with the screen still on in the other, making her look a little nervous.

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses and opened his mouth in the shape of an 'o'.

"Ordinary people without magic power?"

...

In a coffee shop 500 meters away from the fire building, five people sat facing each other.Jia Ruozi sat in one row with the woman who suddenly appeared at the scene that was supposed to be sealed off, while the remaining three boys sat in the other row.

The reason why they left the scene and came here was that the lady who appeared suddenly revealed their identities and asked them for help.

"I'm being targeted by the curse master." She said, took out an item that should have nothing to do with her from the bag she was carrying, and put it on the table in front of them.

It was a dagger carved with strange patterns.

"The Curser wants to get this from me." She said affirmatively.

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses, and his blue pupils, which were as beautiful as the sky, looked up and down the dagger on the table: "Wow, this is incredible, at least it can be rated as a first-class spell."

The price of special-grade magic equipment is hundreds of millions, and the price of first-class magic equipment is not too much.Looking at the function, it is possible to have millions to tens of millions. In the eyes of knowledgeable people, this is a golden brick.

The owner of the dagger nodded, she lowered her head, and the broken hair on her forehead covered her eyes: "I live in the apartment on the floor above this store, only a few hundred meters away from the scene. The curser probably got the address wrong , will..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but everyone present knew what it meant.

Jia Ruozi raised his chin and looked sideways at the older woman beside him: "You mean that the fire was not an accident?"

Osamu Dazai, who had been shrugging his eyelids and not caring about this place, suddenly said, "No."

He stared at the desktop in front of him and lengthened the ending.

"Although most of the places have turned into coke, there are a few broken places with smooth cut surfaces. That fire was intentional~"

Different from the three classmates, Dazai Osamu was a little less interested in this matter. After saying this, he took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it while lying on the table.

Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on his left, leaned back, widening his eyes to see what was on the phone screen, but was stopped by Xia Youjie.

"Since Dazai said so, it should be done by the curse master." Xia Youjie put down the hand that had just held Baimao's head down as if nothing had happened, and analyzed seriously, "If the curse master didn't find the curse tool, then it will Keep killing ordinary people."

The woman sitting across from him thought so too, and she asked with a frightened face: "Can you help me?" She held the dagger in both hands, looking really desperate, "I'm really sorry for making such a troublesome request , if possible, I can take this dagger as a reward."

Jia Ruozi glanced at Xia Youjie, but had no intention of making a sound at all.And Gojo Satoru raised his legs up and looked at the ceiling.

Not to mention Osamu Dazai who has been playing with his mobile phone. The face of the boy who was pulled over halfway through this task was written all over the face of "it has nothing to do with me".

"It's a very generous reward." Xia Youjie, the only one among the few who insisted that the strong should protect the weak, smiled helplessly, and then shook his head, "But we are all students, so we can't take private jobs."

It is stipulated that it has nothing to do with his ideas.