Boss vest is omnipotent

"I know, the second-year-old middle-aged disease is very popular recently... right?"

After hearing the speech of "Osamu Dazai", Gojo Satoru immediately understood. He looked at the young man opposite him with a smile and said, "I am still very young, and I want to mingle with high school students. Such an Internet buzzword cannot Less."

The "Dazai" who was mistaken for the second disease of the middle school glanced at him, and responded lightly, "Wearing sunglasses around at night, is this also a phenomenon of the second disease of the middle school?"

"People who were still wearing coats and scarves in July didn't seem to be doing much better." Wujo Satoru took off the pair of sunglasses and looked around for a week, "You guys are very clean here."

This man has a pair of beautiful blue eyes. If Nakahara Chuya's eyes are the vast sea, Gojo Satoru's eyes are the sky, a blue sky with clear and light clouds.

"Of course, we have a business license." "Dazai" said, he thought about pouring a glass of water for the guests, waited and watched, picked up a bottle of bourbon in front of the bar, and took out the ready-made from the freezer The puck was put in.

In fact, it would be better to engrave the hockey puck on the spot, but it’s fine if you serve yourself, and it’s a bit wasteful to give it to passer-by who doesn’t know if he will pay.

He put the blended whiskey in front of Gojo Satoru, and said, "Even if I invited you."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the wine glass with distaste, and said solemnly, "I never drink."

"Really? As a man but you don't know how to drink, how have you socialized with others these years." "Dazai" raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Why do you drink while socializing? I've always socialized in dessert shops." Wujo Satoru said as a matter of course, pushing the wine glass away with the tip of his little finger, "Don't you never eat dessert?"

"Unfortunately, this kind of sweet and greasy food that can numb people's sense of taste has never been an option on my menu." He sat down on the chair opposite Gojo Satoru, crossed his left leg over the other, He looked very comfortable, "Then what about you, following Mr. Priest whom we met for the first time to leave, what do you want to do?"

"Don't be so nervous." Gojo Satoru said, he didn't feel that the other party was nervous at all, but he still chose this word, "Of course I like Kirei's ability, I hope he can change jobs."

"Job-hopping?" "Dazai" turned his head to look at him, "May I ask where is Gojo-kun?"

"I'm an ordinary high school teacher." Gojo Satoru propped his chin and looked at the young man opposite him, "Have you ever heard of the Conjuration High School, a school that trains conjurers? Speaking of which, you too, Dazai. Conjurer, isn't it too easy to work in a coffee shop?"

"puff."

Unexpectedly, the black-clothed super-aged middle-aged patient suddenly laughed, his whole face stretched out, and he could feel that he was completely happy from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

"You said...you want Kirei to become a teacher?" "Dazai" bent down while covering his stomach, "If he really died because it was too funny, wouldn't it be a shame... Oh, my stomach hurts so much."

The young man rubbed his abdomen, leaned back on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes and looked at the white-haired conjurer comfortably, and said, "Aren't you afraid that all your students will become cursers?"

Before Gojo Satoru could speak, he went on to say, "Let's just say that, my evaluation doesn't contain any personal prejudice. Although I do think that Kirei's mind is very abnormal sometimes, and he should go to hell... something like that." .”

"Curse like going to hell, don't just say it casually, Dazai." A deep voice came over.

A priest in a black cassock came over with a plate.There is a strange aroma in the whole coffee shop.It's very fragrant, but it makes people want to sneeze.

"Or do you think you can go to heaven?" "Dazai" asked draggingly.

"Of course I don't dare to have extravagant expectations. But the Lord is an existence that should be feared. It is disrespectful to the Lord to use such a rude attitude." The priest put the plate in front of Gojo Satoru. The plate was bright red, dotted with The green chopped green onion is full of color, fragrance and looks very appetizing.

"This is..." Although it smells delicious, this doesn't look like the menu that a coffee shop should have, Gojo Satoru asked hesitantly.

"It's my true love." When "Kotomine Kirei" said this, he was clearly moved, and his tone became much gentler, "So I really hope that you can taste Gojo."

"If I were you, I would punch this priest in the face right now, and run away." "Dazai" said gleefully at the side, but for some reason he covered his stomach, "This evil nature A pagan priest’s food, one bite feels like being roasted in hell for three days.”

"Dazai, are you still angry because I said earlier that you will never succeed in committing suicide in this life?" Mr. priest sighed helplessly, and said, "I still have the same idea. But if you mind, I will again my apologies."

"...I really can't understand you, I'm going back to rest." "Dazai" choked, stood up, turned around and was about to leave.

Gojo Satoru looked at the two chatting with great interest, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other, talking about things only he knew, but some information revealed from the words was still very interesting.

Mr. Priest seemed quite indifferent to Dazai's departure, took out a wooden box from his pocket, and opened it to find a set of cutlery.

"Anyway, please taste it, it's really delicious." The priest looked at him very sincerely.

Gojo Satoru finally became a little interested in the dish in front of him under his crazy Amway, took out the chopsticks from the wooden box, but was stopped by the priest again.

"Using a spoon gives a better taste of the dish, whether it's a topping or the tofu as a main course."

Tofu should be fine.

Gojo Satoru took the spoon, nodded and said, "Since it was recommended by you, I must try it."

He was careful to stir it up just a little, and when he got close to his nose he smelled acrid.

...Although he prefers to eat sweets, it's not like he can't eat spicy food at all. Besides, the degree of spiciness in Japan is limited. When he went out to order ramen, he always ordered Xin ramen, so it's not a big problem.

problem……

As soon as the smooth and tender tofu touched the tip of his tongue, a burning spicy taste spread all over Gojo Satoru, and he finally understood what Dazai said just now, "Eating one bite feels like being roasted in hell for three days" Feel.

There is no exaggeration at all, for him, it is at least ten days.

His hands trembled, and the metal spoon slipped from his fingertips and fell to the table, then fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

Gojo Satoru felt that he no longer had the strength to think, and now he just wanted to drink water.

He picked up the cup on the table and poured the liquid into it...

Before his consciousness faded, Gojo Satoru felt himself fall to the ground, and he remembered that it was the 42-proof bourbon that Osamu Dazai had just served him.

"Dazai, what did you do?" Gojo Satoru felt that his consciousness had begun to slacken, but he could still hear the conversation between Kotomine Kirei and Dazai Osamu, but it was quite far away from him.

"...It's really ordinary whiskey, but I didn't drink any poison."

He was also a little surprised when he heard Dazai's tone, as if he didn't understand the fact that he fell down.

What kind of store are you here?Why did the guest's first reaction when he fell down was not to drink too much, but to question his companions?The other person was even more outrageous, saying that I did not poison.

He listened to the two and ruled out the possibility of suicide and homicide, and finally Kotomine Kirei said, "Maybe he was drunk."

"It's just whiskey. You won't get drunk with this amount."

"But things have happened, and I'm going to sacrifice my precious rest time today to take care of him," he heard the priest say.

"Just notify his family to pick him up."

"We only knew each other for 10 minutes, and the talking time was not even as long as you."

"so?"

"The Lord said, you must have a forgiving heart for sinners." The priest's compassionate voice sounded, "I forgive you, but I can't forgive you, Dazai. Please go outside to rest today."

Hearing that Osamu Dazai was kicked out like this, Gojo Satoru finally completely lost consciousness.

I will not reconcile with alcohol in this life.

These were the last words on his mind.

Atsushi Nakajima worked hard all day today and fell asleep very early at night. In the middle of the night, Quan Jinghua suddenly woke him up.

"Little Kyoka?" Nakajima Atsushi rubbed his eyes in a daze and looked at the girl. Izumi Kyoka stared at the window with a serious expression.

"Be careful." The girl whispered.

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head, his hair almost exploded in fright.

Mr. Dazai, who was dressed in black, was standing outside the window, smiling and waving to him.

In the middle of the night, a bandaged man, in black, with a pale face.

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously covered Izumi Kyoka's eyes, "Don't be afraid of Kyoka! There are no ghosts in this world!"

Seeing that they saw him, that "Mr. Dazai" pushed open the window and climbed in.

"Good evening." He sat on the edge of the window, but he was as elegant as sitting on a throne, and nodded to them with a smile, "The two members of the Armed Detective Agency, Dun and Jinghua."

"...Mr. Dazai, when Mr. Dazai and I went there this afternoon, we paid for it, and you said it was enough." Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but feel a little scared when he thought of the 30 omelet rice that the man in front of him opened his mouth like a lion. "Well, if it's not enough, I will try my best to raise money! But I really don't have a lot of money now!"

"Huh?" Mr. Dazai blinked his exposed right eye slowly, as if he didn't quite understand what he said, and said, "You have already paid, or you stole it when I didn't notice. what?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Well, I guess so. There's nothing worth taking after all."

After the other party finished speaking, he looked at him quietly.

Atsushi Nakajima blocked Izumi Kyoka behind him, took two deep breaths for psychological training, and then asked, "Mr. Dazai, what can you do?"

"You're still there." As if he had just noticed him, "Mr. Dazai" looked at him and said, "Well, in short, I was kicked out. There is no other place in this world that can accommodate me, so come here Here it is."

"Ah..." Atsushi Nakajima didn't know what to say, so he could only respond blankly.

"But there is no one in Zhikun's room, so I thought of you." The "Mr. Dazai" smiled, "After all, you and Kyoka were my subordinates in that world. Can you take me in?"

After hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima felt very sad.Even though it was Dazai-san, but he said something like "This world can't accept me", that expression made him feel that he was about to leave alone.

"Please……"

Just as he was about to say something, Kyoka grabbed his arm. Although the girl was younger, she had a set of principles for Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai is very good at picking locks, there is no reason why you can't."

The young man in black snapped his fingers, and looked at the girl approvingly, "Yes, the lock will be unlocked with just one click, and I didn't find out that he was not there until I entered his room."

"Then you can live there. Mr. Dazai has never been back, and he probably won't mind." Izumi Jinghua said, completely unaffected by him.

"Going in without other people's permission is legally called trespassing." The young man showed a gentle smile, "I am a good citizen now, how can I do such a thing that will make the boss feel distressed?"

"so……"

"Two steps over, please. I have unlocked the door and connected the circuit. You are colleagues, and you are just staying at a friend's house."

"...You are really considerate."

"It would embarrass me to boast like that."

"I'm not praising you!"