With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"If you want to test whether it is a supernatural power... just let me touch it after releasing it to be sure."

Dazai Osamu was lazily lying on the sofa, he took off the windbreaker and covered his body, his eyes looked at Shinyotsu who borrowed a drawing on a folding table.

On the side, Ango Sakaguchi wiped away the sweat that didn't exist.

Only him, Shinyotsu, Gojo Purlin, and Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru were present.

Shindai Tsukasa seemed not to be affected at all, and slowly hooked the line, which even made him think that the other party's ability might be drawing manga or something.

But obviously not.

Dazai Osamu and Sakaguchi Ango represent the two supernatural organizations in Yokohama. They are sure that there is no such person as Kamyo Tsukasa on the list of supernatural power users, and from the complete resume that Gojo Satoru found later, he is not a supernatural person from abroad. Those who can.

"Come and touch me and try."

Wu Zilin suddenly made a sound, he approached Osamu Dazai and stretched out his hand, his tone was calm: "If I am really reborn by relying on the Age of Gods, and it is within his ability, just touch me, it will be fine."

Gojo Satoru stopped him, and dragged him away from Osamu Dazai, "If I can be sure, I don't need to waste so much effort to bring Kamdai here."

Gojo Satoru rejected this plan from the very beginning.

He can't take this risk, and he doesn't know how these supernatural beings from Yokohama can determine whether this vision is supernatural.

Besides, Gojo Satoru didn't bother to inquire about such information, which is considered important information for people with supernatural abilities.

Shindaitsu finally finished drawing the whole page of the manuscript. He got up with some headaches, neither denied nor admitted: "... If you really want to say that something strange happened to me, it is that my luck seems to be very good. Every time something happens If so, someone will fall from the sky."

He behaved normally and naturally. Shen Daishu knew very well that the people present were not as easy to fool as the system. Using this kind of vague words to describe his ability and guiding them to make up their own brains was the best solution.

"Is that so...it sounds like a passivity." Ango Sakaguchi knew something about this, and he frowned and guessed.

Osamu Dazai turned over, still looking casual and at ease, as if he regarded this place as his own home.

"Speaking of which, refusing to say anything, or deliberately concealing it, are not good behaviors." Gojo Satoru did not know when he stood beside Kamyo Tsukasa, and he picked up Kamodai Tsukasa's manuscript with long hands and feet, caught off guard He glanced at it, and then threatened with a smile, "Jie told me that your comic has been signed, and this is the only manuscript."

Shen Daishu didn't panic, he was very honest, and said without hesitation: "As early as the day before, I had already scanned the manuscript to the computer and saved it."

"...and sent a copy to my private mailbox to avoid losing it."

Seeing Gojo Satoru's expression froze, Shindai Tsukasa slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and made another stab, "Besides, the reason I've been here for a while is because I need to keep my hands flexible, and I didn't continue to draw."

The fact that he cared so much about the manuscript was just for this moment, and he was very happy. Even if it was damaged, he would record the prisoner in the small vengeance notebook.

After all, it was also the result of his painstaking efforts and the use of many pens.

The corner of Ango Sakaguchi's mouth twitched, and he almost raised his mouth, but luckily he held back.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and yelled without shame: "This kind of threatening method is too naive, it's better to be quicker and let me do it."

So Osamu Dazai took out... a few brushes.

Only then did Shindai Tsuka reach out to touch his pocket, and found that besides the hook-lining pen he was using on the desktop, there was only a signature pen left among his usual pens.

Osamu Dazai turned over and sat up. He smiled and shook the pen a few times, "Speaking of which, it's the first time I've seen someone who is less social than Ango. Even this kind of thing has to be carried with me."

Fortunately, he thought he could get some other information.

Ango Sakaguchi looked dumbfounded: ...Aren't your methods naive? Dazai!

It's really... Although Shindai Tsuru knew that these two guys were just playing, he still couldn't help chuckling.

In fact, if you want to be more ruthless, just throw a light cannon at it to see if what he just said "someone falls from the sky when in danger" is true or not.

"...I think what you can see and feel now is more important."

Shendai Shu pointed out something, he and Wu Lianglin, who were silent beside him, looked at each other, and the other party smiled at him.

Gojo Satoru, who saw everything, expressed his displeasure.

In his memory, Wu Lianglin seldom had such an attitude towards strangers, let alone such a gentle smile.

Gojo Purlin noticed Gojo Satoru's gaze, and innocently expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair, he knew too well that Kamyotsu was an ordinary person, even if his ability was a supernatural ability, there was a high probability that it would be passive.

The point is that this person is so weak no matter how you look at it... He can't just be ruthless, what if he accidentally kills someone.

When he was about to speak in displeasure, Wu Zilin took the lead and said, "It's already very late, let's rest first. As for...the matter of the Age of Gods, let me have a chat with him alone."

The dark-blue haired boy looked at Gojo Satoru and signaled him not to worry.

"Okay." Shindaitsu agreed this time.

Gojo Satoru was even more upset, his face was almost frozen, he didn't even bother to maintain his usual frivolous smile, he dragged Sakaguchi Ango with one hand, and Dazai Osamu with the other hand out the door.

……

Nakahara Chuya picked up the wine that had been randomly placed by Shindai Tsukasa at the door of the street shop before, checked with the clerk, and took the wine to Shindaitsu's residence.

nobody.

Tsk, something must have happened.

But this time he didn't rush to look for it, because he had already met that guy, so naturally, the bundle of gods was not very important.

Although, he felt that the two guys said the same thing and couldn't believe it.

Zhongyuan Zhongya finally put a bottle of wine in front of the door, put down his hat brim and left.

Calculate the time, that guy should come too.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't want to go, but he also needed more information to gradually gain the initiative.

The guy he mentioned was a boy he had rescued casually while investigating information. At that time, the boy insisted on taking him to meet his "family" on the grounds of repaying his kindness.

Zhongyuan Zhongye refused at first, but the young man immediately revealed that his identity was unusual. Under Zhongyuan Zhongye's instantly vigilant expression, he just smiled and said that they did not have any malicious intentions, and instead they could exchange information with him.

Nakahara Chuya needed information about "this world" very much at that time. He knew that it might be a trap, but he was even more curious about why someone in this world would know about "him".

After all, if the theory of "another world" is true, then his identity as an outsider should be blank.

"Zhongye."

The boy with sutures all over his body and face appeared under the streetlight at some point, and he greeted him with a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded casually, this young man is called Zhenren, and he is the young man he "saved" before.

"Kamo is waiting for you, hurry up." Shinto showed a bright childlike smile and tried to reach out to grab him, but the young man dodged without a trace.

"I see." Zhongyuan Zhongye said politely, before turning around and walking forward, he said, "By the way, don't call me Zhongye."

He didn't notice that the expression of the young man behind him froze suddenly, then showed a ferocious and terrifying expression, and then returned to calm.

The real person said that Kamo did not tell him his full name, but Nakahara also knew from the other party that Kamo was a member of the Kamo family, one of the three families in the magic world.

Although he didn't know what the world of conjuration and the Yusanjia were, Zhongyuan Zhong also vaguely sensed that this world might be very complicated.

Last time he just had a brief chat with Kamo and left.

Before leaving, the real person reported the time, and said: "Zhongye think again, after all, if we cooperate, it will be a win-win situation, and I will come to you when the time comes."

Now he's here again for information.

In an extremely hidden basement, Nakahara Zhong also saw Kamo, a very young man with a very conspicuous suture on his forehead.

Zhong Yuanzhong could also feel that the other party carried an energy that he couldn't identify, and the feeling that this real person gave him was not good.

"Mr. Zhongyuan." Kamo's voice was steady, and his gestures were indescribably elegant and mature.

"Tsk, what's the matter?"

"Don't be so defensive." Kamo took a sip of tea with his teacup in his hand, "After all, you need information about the magic world, and I also need Zhongyuan-kun to help me with one thing."

"Hey, I've wanted to talk about it for a long time. The rescue was arranged by you, so if you have anything to say, just say it."

Having said that, the doubts in Chuya Nakahara's heart are gradually deepening. Is "this world" really not related to the original world?

Or……

The beige windbreaker figure flashed in Nakahara Chuya's mind.

"Actually, it wasn't about saving lives." The real person pressed his fist against his cheek with one hand, and looked like a child, with an innocent and natural appearance. Like being our partner or something."

"Huh? Who will be your companion." Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be laughed out of anger. He felt that he shouldn't come again this time. Maybe it was because he was more eager to know more after seeing that guy. No way.

——"To be a qualified leader, you must first learn not to be so vivid, Zhongya."

The man smiled and sat on the desk casually, no matter how casual his posture was, his back was still straight.

Forced to study various arts and science courses for a week, Zhongyuanzhong, who had never entered the training room once, gradually became irritable.

"Ye, haven't you thought about being the leader? The only guy in that organization who is not affected by your superpower is gone."

He'd never looked past this eye-stinging guy who was always shining all over him.

It's like he doesn't understand that he is just standing by his side, even though he has supernatural powers and is more suitable as a leader.

"Because... a bird with too much blood on its feathers will fall from the sky."

The man spoke a sentence with an inexplicable meaning in a strange tone that he always heard in the Central Plains. When his new leader was about to go berserk, he continued: "This... told me, well, or Said it was a threat, I dare not forget it."

"Dazai?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately guessed who he was referring to.

"You know what I answered him then?"

The man approached Nakahara Chuya.

From his point of view, Zhong Yuan Zhong also had eyes full of the other party's fair skin and protruding collarbone, as well as the smooth and graceful lines faintly glimpsed along the neckline.

Osamu Dazai once commented on Ye, if he hadn't joined the organization, he would be more suitable to be a cowboy.

This is one of the few people in the Central Plains who agrees 100%, Osamu Dazai's joke.

"I told him what if someone caught him."

Zhong Yuan looked at the foreigner in front of him and showed a gentle smile, "Then at least the bird is still alive."

"Chuya, do you trust me?"

"Believe it." Zhong Yuanzhong also gave his answer without hesitation, and then paused and said, "...I don't believe it."

"It's ok."

"You just need to trust me with one word."

"I live forever."

……

"I'm gone, don't look for me anymore." Zhong Yuanzhong also gave up this path.

Masato and Kamo didn't stay either.

When his figure completely disappeared, the real person still looked at the direction in which Chuya Nakahara was leaving with his bright and innocent smile, then turned his head to look at Kamo: "Oh, he didn't stay."

"So why do you want to keep that kid, Kamo? He obviously doesn't have any magic power."

The guy with the volcanic head, who doesn't look human at first glance, doesn't know what's happening here.

"Really, I still want to find that human child named Shunping." Zhenren didn't know what to think of, and his smile became more and more exaggerated.

"Do you know who he is?" Kamo put down his teacup slowly.

The real person shook his head.

"Recently there was a resurrection of the dead at the high school, and the resurrected person happened to be Wu Liang." Kamo's tone was still unhurried, "Oh, I forgot, you probably don't know Wu Liang."

"He is the person Gojo Satoru trusts the most." Kamo said, "It's a pity that the spell was completely destroyed from the inside when he died, otherwise he could still participate in my plan."

"That has nothing to do with China."

The real person continued to ask questions.

"The resurrection of the five purlins does not seem to be the effect of the spell, so Gojo Satoru contacted Yokohama, hoping that they would send someone to identify what kind of ability it is. Huh? Yokohama? It is a mysterious city that is surrounded by dense fog all the year round, making it difficult to enter and exit. .” While explaining, Kamo still did not forget to answer Masato’s doubts.

"There should also be curses raging there, but due to unknown reasons, it is difficult for most curse spirits to survive after they are born. Therefore, the magic world only needs to send people to relax and regularly exorcise the remaining curses."

"I contacted the conjurer who was allowed to enter Yokohama to exorcise the curse before, and he told me that he had the honor to meet Chuya Nakahara, one of the cadres of Port Mifia, the black organization in Yokohama."

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