Mr. Dazai from Class E of the third year

"It seems that you have really made up your mind, and you actually broke your face with the Supernatural Secret Service." The god of death who quietly appeared behind Dazai Osamu was thoughtful.

Dazai lowered his eyebrows a little tiredly, and didn't want to be extra polite, and went straight to the point: "Trust me a little bit, keep trying, and I will be very troubled."

"Well, I believe in you, so..." The man nodded with a smile, deliberately prolonging the ending, and then punched Osamu Dazai with a knife.

"I just ask you to be part of the plan."

The iris-colored pupils flickered for a moment without anyone noticing, and then quickly returned to emptiness and coldness, obediently falling into the darkness.

What a hassle... the boy muttered to himself.

He is most afraid of pain, if he is not too lazy to deal with paranoia, how could he be so well-behaved.Sure enough, let the octopus be a cow and a horse to make up for it later.

After waking up, Dazai was firmly tied to a pillar, and he roughly judged that it should be an abandoned building.

An imperceptible dislike flashed in Yuan's eyes, and a cheerful male voice sounded in the open space.

"Next, I ask Dazai-kun to treat your students well... By the way, don't think about running away. There are a lot of gunpowder buried in this place, which will explode if you are not careful. Please wait for me to come back safely. "

Dazai frowned in distress, and stopped and untied his hands without a trace: "It's really prudent, Shinigami-kun, it's really heartbreaking that our alliance has only reached this point."

"Where is it? After all, it is Osamu Dazai, the cadre of that port. How can we do it if we don't make some preparations." Reaper, who seemed to feel that he had a chance of winning, smiled humbly.

Dazai gritted his teeth, and his brain began to work rapidly.

So far, it has not exceeded the scope of his plan, but he can't just let it go.

The Grim Reaper didn't relax his vigilance at all, probably there are other means besides bombs.

But as long as the purpose is to assassinate that octopus, he has full control over the situation.

In front of the God of Death, I deliberately made a scene of breaking with the Supernatural Secret Service before, but it also hinted that Ango would deal with the guys who got in, and with some backhands, it shouldn't be a big problem.

The only thing that bothers him...

It's those students.

But as a teacher, letting them get experience is also part of teaching.

I hope that during this period of time, killing the teacher will allow them to grow correctly.

He didn't really want to use the last resort.

The countdown has officially begun.

A race against life to seize the so-called future.

The sound of hurried footsteps outside the abandoned building was uneven, and Dazai calmly counted in his heart.

The tattered door was kicked open by Terasaka Ryoma who acted as the striker.

Dazai couldn't help raising his eyebrows, clicked his tongue secretly, and gave a bad review, saying something bad from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know who made this kind of bad move, it is probably the kid Akabane.

I deliberately picked Terasaka Ryoma to kick the door, which can also be said to be a bait for abandonment.

Generally speaking, it is very useful, but who makes the god of death not normal.

After a while, a small group of students were tied tightly and thrown to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai greeted leisurely: "Hey, good evening, classmates."

The students who were surrounded by a kind of obstinate aura did not want to speak.

"No way, you don't want to just wait for the big octopus to save you. The teacher doesn't object. It's so pitiful. The children who were left behind have been removed from the plan as waste products that get in the way." The division started a daily arch fire.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai was interrupted by a dry cough, otherwise a few temper tantrums would have erupted the volcano.

"Teacher, please don't say a few words... There is no one outside, let's go." The blue-haired boy said helplessly as he hurriedly helped everyone untie.

Osamu Dazai stretched his tied wrist, shrugged with a smile, "It's not up to me, Zhu-kun, you'd better run."

"What's the meaning?

Before the words could be uttered, a male voice sounded from the door: "Well, there are a lot of people here, so it's just right."

"Thank you, Dazai-kun." The visitor smiled gently.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand indifferently, and rubbed the head of Nagisa Shiota who was in a daze.

"I told you to run away, now it's all right, everyone can't get away."

"Then, for the sake of the next plan. There is one more thing I want to ask you, Dazai-kun." The man with the same smile approached Dazai Osamu unhurriedly.

Sensing the next step, Osamu Dazai twitched his eyebrows, and forced himself to endure the overreaction.

A small fruit knife pierced the chest cavity of the kite-eyed boy.

The whole room suddenly became silent, only the sound of blood dripping down the handle of the knife.

"Dazai, Dazai-sensei!" Intermittent and distant voices sounded.

The original bright eyes gradually faded and dimmed, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Ah, really, I hate pain. But I'm going to die now."

"It doesn't matter, the knife is poisoned, you will soon get the death you desire, and it won't hurt for long. For the sake of the alliance, goodbye, Mr. Dazai." The god of death waved his hand briskly and smiled.

The boy became silent.

Shiota Nagisa could clearly feel that the body of his subordinates became icy cold, and his heartbeat returned to zero.

The blue eyes suddenly became lifeless, immersed in some unknown hallucination.

A cold killing intent began to pervade.

The Grim Reaper, who didn't pay attention to the students, had left at this time.

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感谢在2021-07-2420:55:04~2021-07-2600:02:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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