Human tiger means that the tiger's needle does not poke

Like a moth that is extremely obsessed with the light of a candle, it chases the light regardless of its own life.And Atsushi Nakajima now gives him the feeling that even if his head is bleeding, he still wants to be with Knotweed Yujin.

why?Is it really just because of the friendship of classmates in this short week?

Gojo Satoru bent down with his hands behind his back, looking at Atsushi Nakajima with firm eyes, his desire to explore was self-evident.

"Mr. Wujo, can you please tell me what happened? Isn't it good to tie me up without saying a word?"

Atsushi Nakajima, who bound his wrists, moved his body a little self-deprecatingly, and the deep and red marks were unexpectedly dazzling on Bai Nen's arms.The clothes that were worn out in many places made the young man look much more embarrassed.

"Why would you ask such a question? Could it be that Mr. Nakagawa doesn't understand?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hands regretfully, as if he wanted to get closer to Atsushi Nakajima on the ground.But he was stopped by his defensive eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima closed his eyes, and said righteously: "At first, I thought that Mr. Gojo was so strong, and he was also a person who could change hearts. But now, it seems that it is only on the surface..."

Atsushi Nakajima gestured with his eyes: If he is a good person, let me go.jpg

Gojo Satoru: ... was misunderstood as a good person...

With a soft sigh, a certain silver-haired man with a calm smile just pouted his mouth, snapped his fingers crisply, and squatted in front of Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima, who felt that his wrists and ankles were light, was a little surprised, no matter how he treated this power or Gojo Satoru's approach.

He staggered a little while holding on to the wall next to him covered with ghost symbols, trying to show weakness to Gojo Satoru.After all, he can't go out now, and the man with the same hair color in front of him is too powerful.

People are always afraid of unknown forces, aren't they?Although he has always been used to rampage, it doesn't mean that he will shoot at people who have no malicious intentions at will.

"Student Knotweed..."

"He's fine for now, he's sleeping in another room not far from you."

Gojo Satoru, who once again guessed what Atsushi Nakajima was going to say, spoke lightly again, but the ending of the words was obviously a little heavy.

Gojo Satoru moved quickly, wrapping his arm around Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder before he could react.When the thin lips opened and closed, there was a hint of strawberry sweetness rushing towards her face.

"Actually, it's meaningless for us to ask and answer like this. It's better to explain everything. First, there is no need to worry about the safety of Yuzu Yuren, he is only in a temporary coma. There is no need to worry about his consciousness, and the thing in his body will not come out for the time being." .Secondly, you don’t need to be tied up now, which doesn’t mean you are free. Thirdly, the old men above have already figured out a little bit about your problem, so you are temporarily locked up. Finally, to sum up, you You and your good friend Yuzu Yuhito cannot leave here now. One of you has been sentenced and the other is under confinement. What to do next depends on your attitude. And welcome to the world of conjurers—— "

A happy smile like a child bloomed in front of him, Gojo Satoru turned around and spun around on the spot, applauding him, as if he was really welcoming him, a layman, to a new world.

"Temporary", "sentence and confinement", "can't leave", "conjurer" one after another put a heavy load on the brain.Especially when he heard Gojo Satoru say "no freedom", Atsushi Nakajima's straight body felt limp again.

When he subconsciously touched the mobile phone in his pocket, he suddenly realized that the mobile phone with a complete structure was broken into scattered parts.

Some even turned into powder due to the violent impact, which simply made this old antique completely scrapped.

No wonder it wasn't taken away, it turned out to be unnecessary at all.

Atsushi Nakajima silently took out a pile of scrap iron from his pocket, and threw it on the ground with his hands with fingerless leather gloves.

He drew closer to Wujo Wu once again, and no longer pretended to be stupid. Although he didn't know what the higher-ups knew about him from what Wujo Wu said just now, he made up his mind to just say nothing.

"Mr. Wujo told me this, but I disappointed you. I really don't understand what you are talking about. I just want to know what's going on now..."

The young man, who was not very good at lying, felt guilty, glanced at Gojo Satoru who was still facing him, and sat down.

His eyes were wet, as if he had been wronged, but Gojo Satoru clearly saw the unyieldingness that belonged only to the big boy.

Gojo Satoru: I'm a little troublesome...

"You really don't want to talk about it?"

"Do not……"

"Are you really planning not to have a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Wujo?"

"Do not……"

"Do you really not think about having something delicious for dinner?"

"No... eh?????"

When Atsushi Nakajima really realized what Gojo Satoru said, before he could complain, he heard the iron door in front of him slam shut tightly.

"Don't-don't-worry-worried, I will personally deliver the food to you!"

It seemed that Atsushi Nakajima patted the iron gate in front of him because of the shout from afar.He tried to use violence to destroy the door, but was bounced back by an inexplicable electric current when he hit it with force.

"hateful……"

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In fact, Gojo Satoru told a lie just now, and Yuzu Yujin woke up earlier than some white-haired boy who refused to tell the truth.

When he strode out of Atsushi Nakajima's "cell", he welcomed Yujin Knotabagi in the next room with a lollipop in his mouth.

Knotabagi Yuhito: ...don't act like visiting a prison...

"So it's decided now?"

Gojo Satoru, who sat cross-legged on the wooden seat, held his chin, his voice a little lazy.It seemed that he had guessed the choice made by Yuzu Yujin, so when the young man with bleeding lips handed him his handcuffs, he just tilted his head.

"Does the knotweed student also think that another way of death is more reasonable?"

The handcuffs, which had lost their binding function in an instant, fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the remaining iron chains wrapped around his body were also shattered in the blink of an eye and could never be put together again.

Yuzu Yuhito didn't have much joy in regaining his freedom, on the contrary, there was a feeling that Gojo Satoru couldn't understand flowing in his black eyes.

"No... because grandpa hopes that I can save more people."

The sad tone was not fake at all, and when Yuzu Yuhito walked out on his own, he turned into a corner of the corridor and looked at the room where Atsushi Nakajima was being held.

The sugar in Gojo Goku's mouth had already melted, he stared at the small movements of Knotweed Yujin and smiled happily.

At first, I thought he was very relieved that he didn't ask about Atsushi Nakagawa's situation at all, but I didn't expect it to be another extreme.

"Okay, let's take care of your funeral and then..."

Katsuobu Youruhito raised his eyebrows, and corrected helplessly: "Mr. Gojo..."

"Baa, baa, it's something after you..."

The relaxed words seemed like bubbles floating in the clear sky, but only Yuzuhiro Hirohito knew that this was Gojo Satoru's way of comforting him, a freshly-baked "death probation" prisoner.

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The wide streets of Yokohama are still very lively, and the rows of buildings are painted with eye-catching colors.

The weather here today is great, it can be described as a perfect sunny day.

It's just that Osamu Dazai's mood was in stark contrast to this fine weather.The lazy and melancholy beige windbreaker wrinkled as he leaned over, looking at the several messages on the phone screen that had been shut down, Osamu Dazai was as sad as a big cat without a small fish.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Osamu Dazai, who had been moaning for a long time, had a headache, and innocently looked up at Ranpo Edogawa who rolled up his book and hit him.

The sunlight hit the corner of the mouth of the man wearing the hat, which more clearly explained Mr. Ranpo's stealing just now.

"Is it because you can't get through the phone that you interfere with the detective's snacks? Wait a minute, although Dun's side is not safe, it is definitely not life-threatening."

"But I just don't want to go to Tokyo, Mr. Ranpo! It's too troublesome..."

Before someone with the Dazai surname finished complaining, his iris-colored eyes saw a piece of written paper falling into his arms.

"Remember to buy these for me when you go to Tokyo."

When the black ink was still wet, Osamu Dazai accidentally scratched a corner of the name of the dessert on the paper.

The author has something to say:

May be discontinued?I am not sure as well?If it can be more, it will be more harmful... I have started online classes, and there are more things here... I hope I can understand——

Knotweed Yuhito: I'm out!

Atsushi Nakajima: I'm still locked up...

Gojo Satoru: What a poor fellow sufferer (with teary eyes)

Knotweed Yuhito: Stare at——

Atsushi Nakajima: Stare—