Bizarre beater

Before Gojo Satoru drank, he felt that his plan was very good.

After he finished drinking, he would soon fall asleep, and when he lay down on the ground, he would be the victim.

What happened before has nothing to do with him.

It's not that he's afraid of being held accountable, the main reason is that the students are super worried about him and try so hard to save him, but in the end he's not even in the prison gate.

Even with his emotional intelligence, he can figure it out, and everyone will definitely be furious.

He couldn't be all right, or at least look weak.

As for the matter of burning the Xing Xing Palace, even if everyone else ran away, they could wait for him to wake up before going to talk to the higher-ups.I'm not afraid at all.

Planning is good.

But he didn't expect that after he fell asleep drunk, he would wake up like this.

He was lying on the dissecting table, and the students told him that "the operation went well."

Because of the reversal technique, he didn't know whether he had undergone surgery at all. Gojo Satoru got up from the dissecting table in panic: "Surgery? What kind of surgery?"

First rule out sterilization, and second rule out his precious son.

If he is as healthy as him, what kind of surgery can he need?

There was a gap in the crowd, and when Jiarui Nizi walked over, the glove was still dripping with unknown liquid, and he was wearing a mask and holding tools, which looked like some crazy human experiment scientists.

"You are seriously ill." Niatz said solemnly, almost holding a critical illness notice in his hand.

Gojo Satoru: "...what disease?"

"I call it Acute Kikufu Syndrome, it's very rare, and I can only treat it in a similar way."

Someone accurately heard the word "Xi Jiufu" and asked nervously, "What's the problem?"

Jia Ruozi: "I've already taken your stomach out and re-grown it with the inversion technique. Pay attention to your diet, and you can't eat Xijiufu in the next month, or you may become Xijiufu."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be terminally ill, his face was pale, and he repeatedly confirmed: "Really?"

Jia Ruozi: "Really. If you eat Xijiufu behind our backs this month, when you become Xijiufu, we will put you in the trash can and throw it away."

"Oh..." Gojo Gora raised his voice, looked at them pitifully, and acted coquettishly, "I've always been in good health. A few days, a few weeks earlier, it's not too much to recover, right?"

Everyone: "It's too much, you can't miss a day."

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After the atmosphere finally eased up, Yidizhi, who seemed to have aged a lot overnight, squeezed in humbly, and said nervously: "Mr. Gojo...the upper level said that you should go to the meeting as soon as you wake up."

"Oh." Gojo Satoru turned his head and said to Yuzu Yujin, "Yuhito, I want to eat tamagoyaki in the morning, big portion! Put more sugar!"

Knotweed: "Okay! I'll do it now."

Then he forgot the instruction of "let him learn a lesson" and disappeared in a flash.

After breakfast and scolding Xia Youjie and Yifang Yunhe who ran away, Gojo Wu leisurely went to meet the upper echelons.

He was going to smash it straight away.

"I burned the Xing Xing Palace, I didn't kill Xia Youjie, Tian Yuan was eaten by Xia Youjie, but I think my heart is still biased toward Gaozhuan. What do you have to say?"

upper layer:"……"

Fuck, how dare they talk?

It feels like they only need to say one more word, and Gojo Satoru will immediately defect to the enemy with his family fortune.

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On the other side, Party B Yunhe forcibly cured his procrastination, and felt that it was not too late, and today is a good day to go to prison.

It takes three days for the super magic spirit dispersed by the power of the supernatural being to re-condense his body. He must ease his relationship with Mr. Tosi within these three days.

First of all, I wrote a solemn letter, saying that I would go to rescue him before dusk (with enough time to deal with the accident), and let him pack up and prepare to return to his warm little home.

Then spend the morning cleaning up the non-private area next door, and the refrigerator is full of Mr. Doth's favorite dishes.

Then I found myself not knowing how to get to Meursault.

Although he didn't inject anesthesia on the plane at the time, he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all, and he didn't brainstorm like a detective.

He only knows that in Europe (probably all supernatural beings know this).

Gogol could not be reached.

Hugo has no contact information.

The system is watching a show.

At this moment, Party B Yunhe deeply realized how social apathy is a disease that makes people feel desperate when they need help.

Give him another chance, he must save all the contact information and classify those people...

Forget it, after he fished Mr. Tosi out, he tried his best to protect him and prevent him from falling into any cage again.

There is no problem in this world that a well-meaning neighbor cannot handle.

So how to fish out the kind neighbors?

Party B Yunhe chose to call the police... No, he called the police.

The Hound guys sure know where Meursault is, send people to jail, they are professionals.

But he didn't call Tiaoye Caiju, who had the best relationship, or Suehiro Tiechang, who was the most honest, but Fukuchi Sakurachi, who once gave him a knife.

Fukuchi Sakurachi seemed to be on the way to perform the task, the sound of objects falling to the ground and the slightly noisy wind sound from the other end of the phone, seemed a little silent.

Fudi's voice was still very loud, as if he was in high spirits: "It's so rare that you actually called me."

Yunhe politely asked him where Meursault was.

The other party told him the coordinates without hesitation.

The location that was kept in absolute secrecy had easily told him about this transcendent whose position was unpredictable.

The young man who began to think and be interested in his side hung up the phone and temporarily put this matter behind his mind.

Packed chocolates in my pockets (sweet mouths when the time comes), paper and pens (going over to give someone a note), re-tied my hair, changed into the best clothes in the house (although they all look the same), and headed out up.

Then faced the second problem: How to reach Meursault before dusk today?

He can't buy a plane ticket to go there.

Glancing at the gradually reclining sun, Party B Yunhe squatted on the seaside reef in Yokohama Bay, and finally chose to swim over.

Once you accept the setting that you are not human, your actions will be much more free.

He plunged headlong into the sea, his body turned into countless invisible golden threads, and 3 minutes later he appeared at the place where Meursault was in contact with the sea water.

It's a pity that the chocolate, pen and paper are missing, and the clothes are simulated with magic power.

Then there is no need to make a written statement.

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In the morning, Osamu Dazai noticed that the person across from him was distracted occasionally.

Evidence is that page turning is 1 second slower than usual per page.

He suspected that this guy was going to get out of prison, but he didn't intend to let him out too.

The two have lived here for almost two months, and it's not all about playing word games and guessing.

The way he receives information is very limited, far less free than that of the intelligence dealer, but he feels that the game about the "Lost Island" derivative event of the "Mermaid Anthem" event was won by the detective agency.

But he also felt that the other party had other arrangements hidden in the dark.

The boy who was taken away by Hugo should be an important part of the other party's plan, but so far there is no news.

He had to go out and see what was wrong.

Osamu Dazai asked the prison guards for a pair of erhu, and began to play himself during entertainment time (because of the last prison escape incident, the time for playing musical instruments is now strictly limited).

The music is "The Little Widow Goes to the Grave".

Fyodor didn't want to talk to him at first, but the magical rap (?) accompanied by the sound of the erhu kept passing into his ears.

Something on the other side was definitely cursing him.

And guessed who would come to rob the prison.

Was he that obvious?

"To be honest, Dazai-kun, you're annoying me a bit." He looked over indifferently, intending to report directly.

This is also a new policy that emerged after the jailbreak incident.

For the physical and mental health of the prison members, if you feel that someone nearby is disturbing you, you can report it to the higher authorities. After verification, the other party will be locked in a small black room and released after it is quiet.

Osamu Dazai stopped what he was doing, and looked over innocently: "I'm just expressing my feelings."

Fyodor: "..."

Why do you feel that Yunhe came to save him because the little widow went to the grave?

Or do you think he will die here today?

Osamu Dazai really has an outstanding talent for irritating people.

To be able to live forever is really a bit unbelievable.

"Yo, Dazai, you are good at playing the erhu. It's very flavorful. Next time, you can go to Chinatown to perform."

Osamu Dazai looked up and saw the second party Yunhe standing in the aisle generously, and there was neither an alarm nor prison guards in the prison, so he felt incredible.

"Ever since I entered Meursault, I have always suspected that all the managers here are blind. Last time you came here as a prison guard and let the prisoner go by mistake, you should be on the blacklist. Why is no one here to arrest you?" ?”

Yunhe answered him honestly: "Because I am no longer a human being."

Neither ordinary people nor ordinary photographic equipment can capture traces of the mantra.

Osamu Dazai quickly understood what he meant, pressed the report with his backhand, and said loudly: "There is a curse spirit coming to rob the prison!! The villain Dostoevsky is about to be rescued!"

Fyodor, who reported it just casually before: "..."

You are still cheap, Osamu Dazai.

Mr. Tosi didn't bother to look at someone again, and saw Yunhe waiting for others to arrive with his eyes, and smiled: "Long time no see, you seem to have changed a lot."

"In order to be worthy of you, I have been thinking very hard recently."

Party B Yunhe said flatteringly, but unfortunately the other party didn't believe it, and directly exposed him.

"This world is very interesting, isn't it?"

"I'm enjoying it."

Three minutes after the alarm sounded, Meursault's strongest security team rushed over, half of them were supernatural beings, so the guns were aimed precisely at Party B's Yunhe, and Fyodor, who hadn't made any moves yet. .

But soon, the leader moved Fyodor's cell to the side and opened the door, and the others also consciously moved out of the way.

Osamu Dazai in the other cell:? ? ?

He complained dissatisfiedly: "Hey, hey, your new skill is a bit out of line, right? Why do I look a bit like the monster in the previous port mafia building?"

But no one paid him any attention.

Party B Yunhe continued to try to coax Mr. Neighbor.

He sincerely praised the other party: "Your health seems to be much better, and your mental state is also very good. I was worried about you."

Fyodor: "And thank you for bringing me in."

Yunhe: "..."

He was convinced that this was being eccentric and that there was no excuse for it.

Help, he can't coax people at all.

"Then I'm here to rob the prison now, do you want to go with me?" He temporarily gave up using low EQ words to coax the other party, and was going to take him away first.

Fyodor didn't refuse, but didn't take his hand either, just walked beside him.

The two walked farther and farther in Dazai's sight, like a stroll in a garden, which can be said to be extremely arrogant.

Dazai was very angry, opened the cell door by himself, and slapped those people hard: "Be sober! You just let people go!"

The guards locked him back up again, added a layer of locks on the outside, and then alarmed the entire line to arrest escaped prisoners and prison robbers.

Even though I don't have much hope, I still have to try.

The special agent said to the people at the main station through the walkie-talkie: "Prison robbers can manipulate people's spirits, and it is difficult to break free. It is recommended to send robots, supplemented by other equipment."

Finally got Mr. Tosi's hand, and Yifang Yunhe, who led the other party away, praised Mr. Dazai's kindness in his heart.

In today's society, witty young people are always very kind.

It is touching (Osamu Dazai: .).

Just as he was about to pick up Tuosi and run, the silent counterpart said in time: "Turn right in the front corridor and drive the drone."

"As expected of you, you can even do this." Embarrassed, Yunhe kicked the robot that was about to shoot interference lasers at him, "Speaking of which, the equipment here is aimed at people with supernatural powers. Isn't it true that curse spirits can do this?" Randomly robbing a prison? Didn’t Mr. Camus think of this?”

Fyodor: "Meursault has been established for a long time. In the past, there was no magic spirit with high intelligence who could move freely away from the place of birth."

Yunhe, who seemed to be asking casually, controlled the spirit of the guard at the door, and then kicked open the gate of the alloy, and said in the tone of taking his girlfriend to the mall to sweep the goods amidst the sharp sirens: "Would you rather Which plane do you like?"

Mr. Tosi chose the one with the moderate amount of fuel, enough for them to fly to the uninhabited island, and then leave by other means of transportation.

Yunhe said in a tone of "I'm out of shape", "It's a very delicate arrangement."

The beautiful young man who was praised twitched his mouth: "Your boasting tone is very exaggerated, I think it can be properly stopped."

He's not such a nice guy.

Party B, Yunhe, is actually very good at giving up and playing bad. Before, he swore that the other party was sinking the cost, but in fact, he didn't want to let go.

Then try harder.

A drone is a programmed machine with no position. After the program is tampered with by an internationally renowned intelligence dealer and programmer, it obediently follows the other party's instructions and moves towards the destination.

Party B Yunhe graciously poured him coffee, filled the table with snacks, and said, "Maybe you want to hear my story?"

It was hard for Fyodor to say no.

Just like it's hard for him not to want to control the other party.

"I used to live in a world of incompetent people." Yunhe tried to grasp the other party's concerns, but soon turned to talking to himself, "But there are still people who perish the country and the world on the Internet every day, and the crime rate may It has been lowered, but because it spreads better than before, some people feel that the world is getting worse."

"I may be a born outsider. I have always remained a stranger to the world, so it has been difficult for me to adapt for many years. For me, death may be a better ending, but I will not take the initiative to choose. And Because the society is safe enough, I also inherited a considerable amount of inheritance, and it has been going well."

After his grandfather passed away, quite a few psychiatrists have observed him for a long time, overtly or secretly. Those relatives tried their best to prove that he was mentally abnormal, so that he needed a guardian for life, or worse, he was sent to a mental hospital to go.

In this way, the estate entrusted to him up to the age of majority can be redistributed.

But unfortunately, everyone failed to find this opportunity.

His thinking logic is self-consistent, his eyes are always clear, and he never hates, is not extreme, does not pursue excitement, and even abides by social rules.The term "mental illness" is still a long way off.

He also did not touch that inheritance, but left a donation will after he became an adult.

But these are details that don't need to be taken care of.

"It took me a long time to learn how to be a less conspicuous bastard in the group, trying to explain all my behaviors with public perception, so that I don't look abnormal. Before coming here, my life was not So good, but not too bad, the right comfort zone. But I got tired and more and more unfamiliar, so I said yes to my boss's offer to hire."

"When I first got here, to be honest, I was in a very bad mood."

Unfavorable occupation, unfamiliar country and even the world, completely different social rules and bad surrounding environment.

He tried his best to whitewash his situation and forcibly lived according to his original living habits.

Nine in the morning and five in the morning, neither arriving early nor leaving late, use the concepts you know to explain everything you encounter, be alert to the abuse of power, knowing that it will lead to bad results, but also make convulsions.

Do everything possible to whitewash, trying to make your life look as simple as ever.

But the consequences were bad, and the lesson he learned from that time also made him understand that his style was very inappropriate.

"I have neither fear nor expectation of death, so I focus on life. Therefore, I was very happy to have such a good neighbor as Mr. Tosi."

It's not that he didn't know that the other person's nature was not what he showed, but just met his expectations and needs at the time, so he was extra tolerant and close, and he developed a unique affection for the other party during the relationship, and then evolved into liking.

"I feel that I have fully adapted to the world here and can live normally. Therefore, I can also have new pursuits."

Fyodor looked at him and asked calmly, "What pursuit?"

Yunhe: "Pursue happiness and let yourself go."

What a wonderful world, it has an extraordinary tolerance for aliens, no matter what kind of harm, it can take it.

There have been so many incidents in Yokohama, and it is still a beautiful city.

"..."

Because he said that he would wait until he became a new man before confessing, so someone who didn't realize what was wrong looked blankly at Mr. Dosi who had become indifferent again, thinking that men are really fickle.