My script must be HE

This is a bit cruel, but reasonable.

But just before the weak housewife in front of her was disappointed, Xia Youjie's long and narrow eyes were bent, and he quickly answered: "If it's an unpaid help, then nothing will happen."

It is true that they cannot take on private work, but if there is no reward, it is not considered a commission, it can only be regarded as their help when they see injustice, even Noctua Righteousness cannot punish them for this!

Gojo Satoru whistled and gave Xia Youjie a thumbs up.

"Thank you very much!" Turning around, the housewife who received the words of help put down the magic tool in her hand and bowed excitedly to them.

"Then, for the curse master who wants to kill you, how much do you want them to do? Kill him?" Osamu Dazai stared at the screen of the phone, as if asking casually, but he didn't intervene inside or outside the words. plan.

"Actually, I just want him to promise me that he will never appear in front of me again." The hostess forced a smile, "And that family, they are really innocent."

"That's not your fault." Jia Ruozi comforted him.

But everyone knows that if it weren't for this first-level curse tool, the family next door would probably still be living an ordinary life together at this time, instead of producing a second-level curse spirit because of the distorted curse of resentment.

Xia Youjie already has a plan for this: "There is something called restraint in the world of spells. As long as the restraint is established, it cannot be violated. As long as the curse master is beaten to surrender, it will be fine. Please rest assured, we are the strongest."

Osamu Dazai, who asked the question, raised his iris-colored eyes that were not wrapped in bandages to glance at the lady opposite, then straightened his body and leaned back, completely eliminating the possibility of Gojo Satoru peeping at the phone screen.

What appears on the screen of the mobile phone is the SMS interface.

{Don't go too far.

--unknown number}

The thumb moved and deleted the text message.The black curly-haired boy turned off his phone sleepily and stood up.

"Come on." He turned his head to look at the students who were about to help passers-by, and his words were a bit indifferent, "I also have my own tasks, so don't drag me to work for nothing."

He was pulled over at the mission site, and of course he did not complete his extermination mission.The mobile phone in his hand vibrated a few times, and after Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he left this 'happy' corner without delay, as if he really cared about his task.

The three high school students who were left in place blinked their eyes at the same time, completely unexpected that things would develop like this.

Shouldn't they act together?Helping the troubled aunt together is the royal route of shonen, isn't it!

"It's so cool." Jiarui Nitrozi looked at the back and murmured.

Xia Youjie retracted his gaze and stretched out a finger: "Then let's start the battle plan."

"We are the strongest! Just grab that curse master and do that—" Wujo Satoru said as a matter of course.

It's okay, they are used to being isolated by classmates.

...

Returning to the scene of the fire, the 16-year-old boy walked through the room without haste.

He didn't lie about this matter, and the mission had to be solved anyway.

"No matter how many times I read it, I feel super-disgusting." Swiping back the low-level curse spirits that wandered over, Osamu Dazai carefully avoided the ugly curse spirits while walking here, but the curse spirits couldn't understand his painstaking efforts, and rushed to reincarnate The same rushed over.

At the moment of contact, the blue halo emitted by [Disqualification in the World] was like the magic flame wrapped in Wujo Wu and his hands, devouring the magic spirit.As if nothing happened, the curse spirit disappeared without a trace and disappeared into the special ability.

After getting rid of the three noisy classmates, even the air seems to be much fresher.

The interior of the disaster-stricken building was quiet, with only the sound of a car passing by outside the window.In the silence, only the clear voice of the young man seemed to echo.

The bandaged teenager complained and said some strange things while walking.

"This world is too bad. There is a magic spirit in the shape of a mackerel. Why does it look like that?" Such a strange experience.

"I sprained my ankle when I passed by the playground last time, it hurts so much." Another example is the unlucky daily life.

"It's terrible to enslave underage adults." Another example is dissatisfaction with work.

He was alone in the room, and only he could hear his voice.Just like a clear boundary, firmly divide yourself and the outside world into two parts.

He was the only one in the sealed box at this time.

As if he was tired of talking, he stopped.The soft curly hair stuck to his cheek, and what he saw in the iris-colored pupil seemed to be not the wall in front of him, but a question he hadn't answered for a long time.

"Is there really someone who understands my loneliness?"

There was a little bewilderment in that eye.

He is very troubled.

The scorched black left on the scorched wall was like the flames attached to it during a fire, and the boy who stopped stopped lowered his eyes.

Ripples like water waves appeared on the wall in front, and the blue color appeared in the center of the ripples.

A huge curse spirit poked its head out of it.

Like a sticky sea cucumber, the five faces on the body of the mantra surfaced one by one and then retracted.Like a slow-climbing snail parasitized by the color larva trematode, the pattern on its body is constantly changing as if it can breathe. A human face appears on the dark blue leather surface, and the next breath subsides, and other human faces appear around it.

These ten eyes were all staring at Osamu Dazai in front of him, and his huge figure brought a sense of oppression that made his legs weak.

But the young man just frowned, standing on the ground three meters away, staring at the ten eyes of the five-faced curse spirit, refusing to budge.

"I hate sticky things." He said blankly, "You can understand people's language, right?"

...

Curser Ota saw a first-class magic tool on the black market a year ago, but before he bought it, the magic tool had already been bought by other buyers.The matter was supposed to be over here, but when he passed by a flower shop, he saw the magic tool again—it was temporarily placed on the shelf as an antique collection.

The current owner of that magic tool actually doesn't know anything about the magic world, and just bought an expensive magic tool for his collection.Of course, it is also possible that both the buyer and the seller did not understand the value of the spell, and the transaction was completed casually like a house.

Ota was moved.

It was too easy for the curse master to take things from ordinary people, and he started his operation that night.

The only problem was that he acted too quickly. After killing the family of the flower shop, he discovered that the magic tool was neither in the flower shop nor in the house above the flower shop.After returning in vain, he only mentioned this matter to the people in the organization, and then he didn't take it to heart.

Until today, he didn't know that the magic tool fell into the hands of a non-magician again.

So he acted again.

This time the target was easier to succeed, a woman living alone with no one at home.After confirming the person in the photo, Ota followed the non-artist. From the time she went shopping in the supermarket until she returned to the corridor of the residence with a plastic bag containing daily necessities such as cooking oil rolls, Ota followed her all the time. .

Just when the non-artist took out the key to open the door, Ota knew the opportunity had come.

He stepped up to the last step, and the arc of the corner of his mouth just rose.

"Kiss one~"

Then he heard such a voice.