The random me and Dazai HE with the ability

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"Tell me, what's going on?"

Noctua Zhengdao pressed his two students to the ground, his face was complicated, and the anger in his belly was strangely dispelled by Xia Youjie's words before.

"It's just like what I said." Xia Youjie said in a very low voice, using a woman's body, turning her head away.

Unfortunately, when Xia Youjie turned his head, what he saw was - Yui Ayase sat comfortably beside Mr. Ye Moth with his body, holding the tea made by Teacher Ye Moth in his hand. Very comfortable.

Xia Youjie: "..." Damn it!

"You just said 'I'm Xia Youjie'." Ye Mo Zhengdao clenched his fists, restraining his germinated anger that wanted to beat up the two brats, his voice was word for word Gritting his teeth, he asked again, "How do I know what's going on?"

Gojo Satoru was pressed to the ground, turned his head curiously to look at Ye Mo Zhengdao, and then at Xia Youjie who was completely in shame, immediately stood up, and raised his hand high, "Mr Ye Moth! I know! "

"Say." Noctua Zhengdao tried his best to ignore his self-proclaimed words, and only uttered one word in a deep voice.

"It's like this..."

After talking about all the bizarre incidents that he encountered in the past two days, Gojo Satoru did not forget to discredit Fujiwara who had already left, "I think Fujiwara must have done it! He definitely wants to re-enter the high school under this name! We must not Let him succeed!"

Noctua Masamune, whose face was dull due to various bizarre events, came back to his senses in an instant, clenched his fists and hammered Gojo Satoru on the head, gritted his teeth, and said, "You said that the puppet can only be destroyed by the so-called 'spiritual power' , how could this be done by Fujiwara?"

"Besides, Fujiwara has been away for a day!" Ye Mozhengdao was speechless, "Don't slander him just because he was sent by the high-level!"

***

one day ago.

As soon as Fujiwara left the high school, he was called by Zenyuan Zhipiren, the owner of the Zenyuan.

"You met Wutiao and realized it." The man directly next to the Zenyuan said the words firmly as if he had witnessed the scene with his own eyes.

Hearing this familiar voice, Fujiwara smiled slightly, raised the corner of his mouth, and said another thing, "She is different from what I imagined."

"Oh?" The person directly next to the Chanyuan said in an unclear tone, as if he had mentioned something inconspicuous, "How is she now?"

"I don't know." Fujiwara got into a black car coming from a dark corner, closed the door, and cast his eyes in the direction of Gaozhuan from the one-way coated glass, with a little confusion in his dark red pupils, "We are all abandoned by our families, but we all abandoned our original surnames... My life is like this, in exchange for each other, what about her life?"

"And what about you?" Fujiwara's hoarse voice came over the phone, asking with resentment, unwillingness and a little confusion, "As the person who abandoned her, what do you think?"

"Fujiwara!" The voice of the direct neighbor of the Zen Academy sounded in his ear, "I don't think you should ask this question."

"Okay." There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Fujiwara's lips hidden in the shadows, but the words he said seemed to be disappointed and mixed with a trace of respect, "You are right, I was just taken in by you and violated as an outsider. The price and weight of the majesty of the Chanyuan family is really not qualified to ask you questions."

The Zenyuan Zhipi people didn't care about his thoughts at all, and directly reprimanded him, "I know that you applied to the higher education institution for her this time, but you have to remember! The Zenyuan family made you a "magic world" Future Hope', has been avoiding the fact of Gojo Satoru for you for so many years! You must not be discovered by him!"

"Of course I know." The rugged mountain road was covered with gravel, and the black car bumped on it, leading directly to another unknown location.Fujiwara touched his forearm just hit by Yui Ayase, and responded in a warm voice, "I keep in mind the fact that I am not a mantra practitioner, and I will never release a mantra in front of Gojo Satoru, which will make the Zenmen stay away for many years." The arrangement fell short.”

"Hmph! It's good that you know!" The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan snorted coldly, and hung up the phone directly.

The black car drove on a flat path, and the side of the road was covered with overgrown shrubs in a messy manner, occasionally dotted with a few clumps of tender white daisies.

The road was smooth and the car passed by at high speed. Fujiwara stared at the small daisies passing by without blinking, and once again evoked a sarcastic smile—it was too ridiculous, and the Zen Garden was directly adjacent to people.

Just like these chrysanthemums in front of me, even if it is a rare protected species that grows in the garden of my home, I still don’t care about it because of its inconspicuous appearance, even if it is picked up by others, I don’t realize it. Realizing its value, I am even complacent about throwing away the so-called garbage.

It's so ridiculous.

Fujiwara touched his forearm again, and suddenly became excited. The crazy smile on the corner of his mouth made his eyes turn red as if they were about to bleed. He muttered to himself, "It's almost there, it's almost there..."

"Master Fujiwara, we have arrived." The man driving the black car cautiously woke up Fujiwara from his own world, a silver triangular badge on the cuff reflected dazzling light.

Fujiwara's eyes were attracted to him at once, and his tone was flat, "... just finished the mission?"

"Yes! Master Fujiwara!" The man paused for a moment, with a surprised expression in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected that a big shot in the association would chat with him.

"I remember that the association has a rule." Fujiwara once again put on a perfect and fake smile, like every senior who cares about his juniors, his tone is kind but unquestionable, "In Tokyo and Yokohama, it is not allowed to wear It belongs to the badge of the Association of Psychics." After saying this, he added a question in a disguised way, "Is that right?"

"That's right! Master Fujiwara!" The man blushed, quickly took off the triangular badge on his cuff and stuffed it into his pocket, and then tremblingly wanted to explain.

Fujiwara raised his left hand to reject his explanation, but still had a smile on his face, looking very kind, "You just need to remember this rule."

Ignoring the newcomer, Fujiwara directly stepped into a hidden gate of the B&B. After passing the secret signal with the boss, Fujiwara was led to the basement of the B&B.

Only when the owner of the homestay left wisely did Fujiwara unscrew the cane he was carrying with him. The body of the rosewood stick touched the ground, and the spiritual power was washed away.

Fujiwara placed his special badge in the center of the pattern, and stood at another eye of the pattern. Following a flash of dazzling white light, Fujiwara opened his eyes again, and appeared in a hidden place. The world that rises—

"Ah, it's Fujiwara. What's the matter? Are you sending a super-level curse spirit again?" A middle-aged man who was coming towards the teleportation array asked him with a cigarette in his mouth, with vacant eyes.

Fujiwara tilted his head, stared at the unattractive middle-aged man in front of him for a few seconds, and smirked calmly, "Why is Mr. Makuuchi Subaru here free?"

Fujiwara hated Subaru Makuuchi very much.

In his view, Subaru Makuuchi, as the chief officer of the research institute, regards the soul body and curse spirits as research objects, and even collects rare special-grade curse spirits from his collection... Even if Subaru Makuuchi's current works can As a helper of the association—he still hates Makuuchi Subaru very much.

Fujiwara believes that Makuuchi Subaru, who has been studying the undead, will definitely become his biggest opponent-whether they are in the same camp or not.

Makuuchi Subaru threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the soles of his feet. He looked at Fujiwara with the same burning eyes as he looked at the experimental product. "The research on the golem has come to an end. Naturally, I will go wherever I think."

Fujiwara frowned in disgust, but quickly stretched it out, "Then you can try to go out from this teleportation array."

"Mr. Makuuchi Subaru hasn't appeared in this world for many years, right?" Fujiwara smiled maliciously, poking at his pain points.

Makuuchi Subaru's face was gloomy, but the sullen expression dissipated in an instant when his eyes touched Fujiwara, and he even showed a smile that was almost pitiful, "Since you're back here, you must have something important to do, right? Fujiwara."

"Did you walk away with a puppet in the laboratory before? What do you want to do?"

Fujiwara's heart tightened, and his face remained calm, "It's just in exchange for you taking so many spells from me."

"Oh? Really? I'm for the fusion of the two. What about you?" Subaru Makuuchi smiled briefly, "I hope you don't reveal the secret."

"As a friendly reminder from a colleague—" Makuuchi Subaru had a malicious smile on his face, he leaned over and whispered in Fujiwara's ear, "You must maintain your own value, Fujiwara."

"I am very much looking forward to seeing you in my institute."

***

With a gloomy expression, Fujiwara entered the meeting room protected by countless complicated formations and spirit patterns.

A solid wooden table was placed in the middle of the huge conference room, and a group of old men with serious faces and gray hair sat scattered around.They sat on both sides of the table, as if looking across the river, and as if they were fighting against each other.At this time, they all set their sights on Fujiwara who stepped into the door of the conference room, with a trace of excitement mixed with his solemn expression.

Fujiwara walked into the meeting room without squinting, and sat in his own seat.

"Fujiwara!"

"Have you touched her yet?"

Fujiwara nodded, smiled imperceptibly, and replied in a deep voice, "Of course."

"So, are you sure she has awakened?"

"Of course." Fujiwara touched his forearm and nodded again, "The power in her body has been gradually unsealed, I'm very sure——she has awakened."

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly relaxed, everyone had a smile on their faces, and some even laughed out loud—they had waited for too long, and now...the goal is about to be achieved!

This overly relaxed atmosphere only lasted for less than a quarter of an hour, and everyone restrained their expressions again and began to discuss serious matters.

"How is the puppet research going?"

"No, not now, this place cannot be exposed."

"The passage from the soul world to here has been sealed by Ayase Tomari."

"No, I have to use others to arrest her."

"Use who?"

"Let Jia," the speaker was glanced at by a group of people around him, and changed his words instantly, "Let Fujiwara decide, he is the one who is in touch with everyone in this world."

"it is good."

"I agree."

"can."

"Ah."

Fujiwara smiled.