Goujin has something to say

Yizhizhi hastened to deal with the matter of the Curse Master's field, and when he arrived at the Curse Master's stronghold, the dog curly spine had already come out of the room where Fukagawa Kirei was sleeping.

The dog curled his back against the wall, relived what happened just twice in his mind, and tried to suppress the scorching heat with the back of his hand against the side of his face.

Although I didn't mean that, but the situation just now was too easy to get out of control.

Fukagawa Kirei was defenseless against the dog curly.

The spellcaster realized this, slid down against the wall, and thought in a bit of embarrassment: Oops, wouldn't I also have a fever along with it.

Yidi who approached didn't know what was going on, so he asked tactfully and in a low voice: "Student Goumaki, is Miss Fukagawa alright?"

Goujuanji subconsciously glanced at the closed door, and told the assistant supervisor that he had settled Fukagawa Kirei well.

"...salmon roe."

Yidizhi turned around, and the temporary room for Goujuanji was around the corner, which was quite close to here: "Then I will take you to the room first, there are other tasks tomorrow, Goujuan, you should go to bed early."

The dog curly spine nodded and responded: "Salmon roe."

His coat was left in the room, but there was no shortage of spare clothes. The spellcaster planned to check on Fukagawa Kirei's condition tomorrow morning. If the fever still persisted, it would be better to go to the hospital.

But is it really okay to leave her alone in the room now?The spellcaster was suddenly worried again.

Yi Dizhi didn't know that the young conjurer behind him was thinking about these things, he was thinking about whether to share what he thought was wrong, after all, young people are easily blinded by love.

So he walked and said like an old lady: "Student Goujuan, there is something I want to mention to you, that is, Ms. Fukagawa may not be simple..."

The assistant supervisor turned his head and saw a spellcaster who was absent-minded after taking a step and turning his head three times. Obviously he couldn't let go of the one in the room.

Yizhi: ...

Yidizhi: "Goujuan-kun, are you listening?"

The dog curled the thorn and turned his head belatedly: "?"

For a moment, Yidizhi felt that it was meaningless for him to talk to a person whose thinking was in a vortex of love. The vortex of love would make the person in love happy, but it would only make the people around him feel that he should be under the car.

What's more, it's still night, and the assistant supervisor comforts himself that night is when human beings are least awake, and the dog is still young and easily affected by emotions, which is normal and normal.

...In short, let Mr. Gojo handle this matter.

Gou Juanji's doubts were not answered, and he was a little dazed by Yi Dizhi's hesitant expression.

"Wooden fish flower?"

But Yi Dizhi seemed to have made up his mind not to say any more, and the curser was watched by Yi Dizhi to close the door.

At about six or seven o'clock, Fukagawa Kirei opened his eyes.

She didn't sleep for a long time, less than five hours, and it took her some time to focus her eyes.

I almost lost control last night, and it was extremely dangerous in the absence of Osamu Dazai.

But that's not where her focus is now.

The sequelae of the fever had not been completely eliminated, feeling dizzy, Fukagawa Kirei turned over slightly, looked at the door of an unfamiliar room and fell into deep thought.

——It's not a dream, it's not a dream, it's not a dream.

The brain was exhausted, but the spirit was still high, and Fukagawa Kirei felt that his condition was critical on the other hand.

What follows is a very serious proposition: Is this the instinctive gentleness of Mr. Goujuan, or does he still have a chance.

*I didn’t get the words before Gojo Satoru at all*

Last night, the dog rolled the phone out of the clothes she had changed and put it on the bedside. Fukagawa Kirei stretched out his hand to check the time, but before he could see clearly, someone called in first.

Fukagawa Kirei's eyes were dazzled by the light, he quickly took the phone and shrank back under the quilt, and connected the phone without looking.

"Hi, this is Fukagawa Kirei."

The nasal sound in the voice is very heavy, and the articulation has become extremely blurred.

The other end of the phone was silent for almost half a minute, and Mori Ogai's voice came from the other end: "Little Kirei, do you know what you are doing?"

Fukagawa Kirei regained his energy in an instant.

An inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in his heart, Fukagawa Kirei got under the quilt, trying to escape Mori Ogai's questioning in this way: "Mr. Mori...!"

Mori Ogai was woken up by the phone call in the early morning, and lasted several hours in fear. Now that he has successfully exported it to Fukagawa Kirei, he turned the pen in his hand: "I heard that you are working for a conjurer for free, so I thought it was assigned to you." Is the task too idle?"

Fukagawa Kirei was nervous: "...Yeah, it's not a free job, right? There's someone who promised you with your body..."

Mori Ogai dropped his pen: "Do you think I'm joking?"

"I've said it many times, your ability should be used where it should be used." Mori Ogai's voice was not as casual as usual, and he could feel that he was really a little angry: "The soul of the curser It doesn’t look good, you killed nearly twenty of them, and those curse spirits, Tokyo garbage soul recycling bin?”

Fukagawa Kirei: QUQ

The leader of the port mafia took a deep breath, his forehead hurting: "It is impossible for Dazai to rush there immediately. If he loses control, who do you plan to ask to collect your body?"

Fukagawa Kirei's loss of control is comparable to Nakahara Nakakai's filthy complete model. Without the existence of Dazai, it is just an injustice, and the curse master in Tokyo that caused these, Mori Ogai did not think of it at all in his plan.

Fukagawa Kirei needs to expend his own strength, but at least...not for such insignificant matters.

Fukagawa Kirei listened to Mori Ogai criticizing himself, and his usual toughness disappeared briefly at this moment.

However, she frowned, how did Mori Ogai know what he had done?

Mori Ogai was also the leader of the port mafia, so he quickly changed his mood. He called Fukagawa Kirei for another more important matter.

"Someone hacked into the intranet of the Port Mafia yesterday, and your information was transferred. The people in the database guessed that the other party came for you alone."

Fukagawa Kirei squeezed the phone tightly in an instant, a little nervous: "Who is it?"

"I don't know, I'm looking into it, but don't worry too much, it won't matter if someone outside knows about it."

——No, it has influence! !

Fukagawa Kirei was extremely nervous. Although there was no description of her killing anyone in the data, anyone who looked at it could think of "this person's hands are definitely not clean".

In case, in case the conjurer finds out...

Fukagawa Kirei ground his teeth, feeling that he had to recover as soon as possible, and go chop up that bold bastard.

She lifted the quilt, propped herself up on the soft bed and tried to sit up, but she underestimated the sequelae of the fever and nearly hit her head on the ground.

Mori Ogai heard a voice: "Has the fever gone?"

"Not yet." Fukagawa Kirei lay back on the bed, folded his hands in front of his chest, and stared blankly: "This time the sequelae are longer than before."

"If you play it off, you will burn your brain out." Mori Ogai tapped the table with the tip of his pen, and his eyes fell on the clock on the wall. It was past seven o'clock, which was indeed early: "The task at Vengley's place has been solved, right? I heard from your student council president that you took a long vacation, and since this is the case, come back and share the pressure for Zhongye."

Fukagawa Kirei was shocked: "Why do you know that!"

Mori Ogai took it for granted: "Because I am the guardian, your chairman Yuan will also have some friendship with the port mafia."

Fukagawa Kirei was heartbroken: "Being a tiger's minion!"

Mori Ogai vetoed: "Your student council president is not an ordinary person, this idiom can't be used like this. It seems that I haven't learned anything, but running around is quite powerful."

Fukagawa Kirei began to murmur: "I feel that my dizziness is still not healed, so I can't go back now. Let's talk about this matter when I get better, Mr. Mori."

Mori Ogai seemed to have been prepared for a long time: "I knew it would be like this, so I asked Dazai-kun to pick you up. I checked the address with the conjurer, and it will arrive in about three hours. You can sleep for a while."

Fukagawa Kirei: ...

Things had come to this, Fukagawa Kirei decided to sleep for a while, so that he could use enough energy to face his colleagues later.

The time is nine in the morning.

Goujuanji didn't sleep well last night, and the beautiful dreams tormented the spellcaster, who was still a male high school student, a little physically and mentally exhausted. After he got up, he simply took a hot shower, then changed into his uniform, washed up, and solved the problem simply. Had his own breakfast.

Not sick, still alive and well.

The task assigned by the assistant supervisor was scheduled at noon, and the dog curled spine had a free time in the morning.

The young spellcaster had to face the question and fell into deep thought, should he go to Fukagawa Kirei's room?

What if Fukagawa Kirei is now sober, and besides, she has already made up her mind to refuse, so will such a nonchalant move give her hope again...?

——The dog curly spine still doesn't understand why Fukagawa Kirei fell in love with him.

The young man pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't let go, so he decided to take a look.

Fukagawa Kirei's slumber ended about 10 minutes before the arrival of the dog, and the arrival of the dog coincided with the time when she opened the door. The two met their eyes, and no one spoke for a while.

Fukagawa Kirei stuttered nervously, and took the lead to break the silence: "That, that, yesterday, yesterday, thank you Goumaki-kun for saving me!"

The dog curly spine lowered its eyes: "... Muyuhua."

Quiet and silent for a while, Fukagawa Kirei suddenly said: "Well, did Goumaki-kun change the clothes for me?"

Goujuji naturally thought of some subtle things again, his heart almost stopped beating, the boy turned his face away, said the negative name of the onigiri, and then pointed to Fukagawa Kirei.

Fukagawa Kirei regretted: "Ah... I changed it myself."

The spellcaster remained silent, Fukagawa Kirei seemed to have recovered.His rationality told him that he should leave now, and not let his affairs get involved with her too much.

But Fukagawa Kirei raised his eyes, not letting him look away to avoid contact: "Then Gomaki-kun, after the matter of the curse master is over, will you contact me?"

Curlythorn took a step back.

Pressed by the golden eyes, Goujuanji thought of the scorching sight in the dream, the young man's Adam's apple rolling up and down without being covered by the mask.

In the end, he chose an affirmative reply to interrupt his random thoughts: "... salmon roe."

Fukagawa Kirei was satisfied only when she got her own answer. After all, Gojo Satoru was under compulsory oppression, and she wanted to respect Gomakitou's own wishes.

The mood of the girl who had not completely subsided from the aftereffects of the fever improved instantly.

She whispered again: "Can you take me to the door? I don't know how to get there...if Mr. Goujuan is free."

Curlythorn the dog nodded.

Passing through the corridor of the sorcerer's residence, they stood outside and waited for a while, Fukagawa Kirei changed into the small uniform of the sorcerer, and the dog thorn silently blocked most of the cold wind for her.

Until the black commercial vehicle stopped at the door.

The car door opened, and the alarm bell in Fukagawa Kirei's mind rang instantly. She instinctively grabbed the dog's sleeve and pulled him back a little.

The black-haired boy got out of the car and stretched his waist leisurely. The loose bandages were tied on his face, and even his bare, exposed arms and fingers were entangled.

Even if he didn't open his eyesight, Fukagawa Kirei could feel the strong malice emanating from the soul from Osamu Dazai.

Looking past the spellcaster, Dazai looked at Fukagawa Kirei, and smiled with his eyes bent.

"I'm here to pick you up."