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The white mist that appeared from nowhere first climbed from the coastline outside Yokohama City, bit by bit it would eat away at this beautiful city from the edge of the city, and suck the unsuspecting people into the bottomless giant mouth .

It's like suddenly breaking into the scene of a midnight horror movie. In the city covered by white fog, there is no pedestrian on the bustling street, only unmanned vehicles blocking the entire street.

The music in the Bluetooth headset is still playing. In the convenience store, the rice balls on the table that have just been heated by the microwave are still steaming, and the canned iced cola has been opened. It seems that someone is just about to eat.

The hustle and bustle of the city became empty, as if it had been muted with a single button, leaving only the lonely whistling sound of the cold wind on the street, blowing through every corner shrouded in white mist.

At the bridge head of Yokohama Bridge, Gojo Satoru, who took a moment to teleport to the white mist wrapped in the black "tent", removed the black blindfold that restrained the "Six Eyes".

The huge amount of information was poured into the brain in an instant, making Gojo Satoru frowned.

However, when the "Six Eyes" fed back one of the incomplete spells wrapped in such a huge "tent" to Wujo Wuhou.

The strongest man in the world of conjuration lowered his eyes coldly, his blue pupils were covered with shadows, he raised the corners of his lips in an angry smile, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that there is actually your handwriting in it!" Woolen cloth."

He stared at the figure slowly walking out of the black "tent" with his blue eyes, and met the familiar yet unfamiliar fox eyes of the black-haired man in cassock and half-height half-ball head, Thin lips spit out a word——

"Jay."

The black-haired man with a handsome appearance, but with an extra evil spirit smiled slightly, as if greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and said: "Long time no see, Wu."

"Heh." Gojo Satoru squeezed out a sneer, and his slender finger bones snapped, "Where are my students?"

"Who knows."

As soon as the words fell, Wujo Wu's figure suddenly disappeared in place, appeared in front of the opponent, and punched his handsome face with a fist wrapped in magic power.

While Xia Youjie retreated rapidly, the smile on the corner of his mouth paused for a while, and after pulling away a distance, he said, "I haven't seen you for a while, Wu, are you being too irritable for beating people now?"

They say hitting people is not slap in the face.

It's fine if you don't attack his deadly parts, but what does it mean to hit him in the face?

Gojo Satoru, who was dodged by a punch, looked at the much more handsome face of his best friend who had parted ways, and choked with a strange voice, "No way, Jie, do you think this is being irritable? Do you want it?" Experience what is real rage?"

After the final sound, Gojo Satoru swung his mana-powered fist at Xia Youjie again.

Xia Youjie's eyelids twitched, and while dodging, he also activated his spell:

"Spirit manipulation."

The two classmates who used to talk about everything, now they are enemies and close friends, are fighting together.

In the city, the white fog continued to spread——

The huge tower-shaped building stands alone above the sea of ​​fog.

In this world where only those with abilities are allowed to enter, Osamu Dazai, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, walked out of the bar of "Lup" and walked leisurely in the uninhabited streets and alleys with only blood on the ground. Under the influence of the white mist, the dead body of the person with supernatural powers who had been deprived of their lives was ignored.

"Mr. Dazai."

A voice came from behind Osamu Dazai, making him stop.

"Ah, Ango, you are here."

Although he stopped, he didn't look back.

"Are you here for a drink? I just tried the cephalosporin, and it's pretty good."

Ango Sakaguchi, who used to be an undercover agent with Mafia at the port, has now returned to the Special Agents Section and has become the same "general intelligence officer" as Toru Amuro, plus the commander of operations, Ango Sakaguchi stared at the back of the sand-colored trench coat and said, "No, I'm not here. Drinking. I'm at work."

"Work." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly.

"click,"

The sound of bullets being loaded sounded, and several men in uniform suits walked out from the corner, aiming their guns at Osamu Dazai.

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko." Sakaguchi Ango spit out a name, staring at Dazai Osamu, "You called this man back to Yokohama again, right?"

Osamu Dazai opened his closed eyes, turned around, the corners of his mouth were curved down, and Ango Sakaguchi's somewhat angry expression was reflected in his dull eyes.

"Do you want Yokohama to have a large number of superhuman suicides again?!"

Facing Ango Sakaguchi's questioning, Osamu Dazai's expression remained unchanged. Seeing the black figure silently appearing behind Ango Sakaguchi, the corners of his mouth curled up again, without a trace of warmth: "Ango, do you think you can catch me?"

The white mist that quietly appeared gathered under Ango Sakaguchi and the others. Ango Sakaguchi, who had glimpsed the shadow behind him from Dazai Osamu's dull eyes, turned around quickly, but met a pair of dark red eyes.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko!

Sakaguchi Ango widened his eyes slightly.

Dazai Osamu's figure was swallowed quietly by the white mist that rose suddenly, and Shibusawa Ryuhiko's figure disappeared together with Shibusawa Ryuhiko who was submerged in the white mist.

Ango Sakaguchi, who touched the white mist, had an ugly expression on his face. After confirming that he could not hear the sound of other breathing, he touched the hot omori in his pocket amidst the shouts of his subordinates.

"Oshouli's strength is about to fail. Let's withdraw from the fog zone first!"

He squeezed the guard tightly, and finally gave the order to retreat, and his heart was overwhelmed with turbulent waves.

Even the Omori, who had put in a powerful mantra, could only hold on for a while under Shibusawa Ryuhiko's supernatural power. Osamu Dazai stood on the opposite side of them again this time. How would they fight each other? !

In the highest conference room of Port Mafia, Mori Ogai, who was sitting alone with the little black cat, looked at the projected monitor, and all the security guards belonging to the Port Mafia building disappeared after the white mist spread.

He watched his subordinates turn on the highest defense with a blank expression, and shut the security doors of each floor tightly to prevent the white mist from seeping in. His eyes fell on the black kitten group, his eyes were unpredictable.

Ah, what a familiar situation.

It was the same in four and a half years, right?

So Alice-chan who came back from the "underworld" brought the dead Shibusawa Tatsuhiko back from the world of the dead this time, right?

Do you want him to experience the pain of bereavement again?

Thinking of the "best choice" he made at that time, Mori Ogai's eyes were dark and frightening, and his face became calmer.

"Little Love."

Mori Ogai's voice was unexpectedly calm.

The little coal ball turned to look at him: "Meow?" What's wrong?

"Don't you want to get back your memory? Now, here's your chance."

—— Digression——

5t5: Grabbing Huajie's face, Alice-chan can only see my handsome face!

Shrimp oil: ...

Next up is the father-daughter file!

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