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Although Osamu Dazai didn't say it clearly, Gojo Satoru was not an idiot, and he understood what should be understood.
The "finger" has been integrated into Osamu Dazai's body. This is not good news, but it is not bad news either.
At least the "finger" is inside Osamu Dazai's body, which is much more reassuring than missing or falling into the hands of others.
After discussing with Noctua Masamichi, Gojo Satoru unanimously decided to conceal the matter from the higher-ups, and began to study how to separate the "finger" from the body of Osamu Dazai who possessed the bug technique.
Up to this point, things have gone according to Osamu Dazai's ideas, without any mistakes.
Yes, it's just an idea, not even a "plan".
After all, compared to the undercurrent with Mori Ogai, this is nothing to Osamu Dazai, at most it is what he eats for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Whether it is the role of spreading supernatural powers to actively invite assassination, or actively helping Noctuma Zhengdao to enter the high school of conjuration, and thus knowing that Knotweed Yuren is a container for the two-faced Nuo.
Simple things make Osamu Dazai feel extremely boring.
Even more boring is...
[Crabs from Hokkaido. 】
[September and October are the most delicious. 】
When he heard this, Osamu Dazai almost felt a physical nausea.
Do not know why.
So, since the dating incident, Osamu Dazai, who was extremely bored, was filled with thoughts like "Ahhh, so boring, boring, and want to die! I want to die painlessly and easily!"
As a result, the crazy king mode of "no one knows suicide better than me" has been fully opened.
Let everyone who knows "Osamu Dazai loves suicide|suicide" have a deeper understanding.
It's no longer a superficial impression, but an intuitive recognition—he's not joking.
Facing Osamu Dazai like this, no one can do anything, even the strongest magician can't stop the suicidal maniac's suicide journey.
For such a young man so shrewd as to be in nothingness, Gojo Satoru could not say a word of persuasion or threat. He knew that any threat would be useless as long as the other party's name was Osamu Dazai.
Osamu Dazai can even use his own life as a tool to pass the boring time.
Just like that, the first-year students went crazy, the night moth went crazy, and the entire conjuration college was shrouded in the shadow of suicide.
They are not saving suicides every day, or they are running on the road of saving suicides.
Fu Heihui saw the familiar twisted figure hanging on the tree from a distance, closed his eyes and sighed, buried his head and quickened his pace as if refusing to admit the reality.
Recently, he has seen such a scene too many times, the only difference is whether it is in the big bathroom or on the tree.
Thinking of this, Fu Heihui was a little thankful that there is no river near the school for unassisted rafting, which is great.
Fu Heihui was extremely tired and cut off the thick hemp rope, and let down the suicidal student who was hanging from the tree and swinging on the swing.
The skilled action makes people feel distressed.
"Ah—? I was rescued again." Osamu Dazai fell to the ground muttering, puffing up his cheeks at Fu Heihui in dissatisfaction: "Really, I almost died as I wished just now...It is too much to disturb others' suicide|suicide Fuhei Huijun~"
Megumi Fukuro keenly caught the despair flashing across Osamu Dazai's eyes.
Fuguro Hui couldn't understand why Osamu Dazai was desperate. He just analyzed calmly: "This tree is too thin, the probability of being hanged | dead is about zero, and the probability of the trunk breaking first before suicide is 100%. And hanging like this will damage the vocal cords, right? You...have a lot of injuries on your body."
"This is a medal for suicide|suicide|lovers~" Osamu Dazai patted Fukuro's shoulder affectionately, and smiled brightly: "But thank you Fukuro-kun for your reminder, next time I will look for Hanging on a thicker tree|hanging～”
Fu Heihui: Gan!
"So bye, I'm going to find a tree that can hang me to death."
As Osamu Dazai said, he took out a complete suicide manual from his arms, and walked slowly with flamboyant steps while reading it, Fu Heihui's eyes and mouth twitched.
"Wait! Dazai-san! Is it time for class? The teacher is already here."
Fu Heihui looked at the people's teacher who was walking in this direction, and hesitantly lowered his lips a few times.
"Moximoxi——? What did Fuhei-kun say?! The wind is so strong that I can't hear you clearly!" Osamu Dazai turned around and made an exaggerated gesture of putting one hand behind his ear to help radio while reading the Complete Suicide Manual Back away.
Fu Heihui and Fu Heihui chose to turn their heads and close their eyes.
Not watching the tragedy that is about to happen is his last kindness.
really--
"Wooooow, pain, pain!"
"Oh, the little classmate is so enthusiastic."
Osamu Dazai covered the back of his head that was hit, raised his face, and looked at Gojo Satoru with accusing and disgusted eyes: "Tch, an old man is an old man, tough!"
Gojo Wujo spread his arms and said innocently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. However, it's not the teacher's fault. It's because the little classmate is too enthusiastic to get into the teacher's arms."
"Ouch——" Osamu Dazai retched while clutching his throat, holding his beloved "Complete Suicide|Suicide Manual" away from the terrible adult, and after seeing the other party's completely new clothes, he was rarely a little confused.
It was the first time he saw Gojo Satoru wearing casual clothes, no blindfold, just wearing a pair of sunglasses, with his hands lazily inserted in his trouser pockets, looking very unreliable.
Although I saw Gojo Wu wearing sunglasses before, but at that time he was wearing a high school uniform, and he could clearly know that the other party was a conjurer. Now, no matter how he looks at it, Osamu Dazai feels that the sense of sight is too strong...
He felt that Wutiaowu lacked an erhu.
Raising his face to look at Wujo Wujo, who was so tall, he narrowed his exposed kite eyes slightly, and turned to look at Fu Heihui hesitantly: "Where did uncle go? Did you see it?"
"..." Fu Heihui was expressionless and silent for a while, then he couldn't bear it and suddenly covered his face with one hand, and let out a low growl that had been suppressed for a long time: "Be sober, Dazai-san! Teacher Wujo is in front of you!"
"Huh——!" Osamu Dazai looked around suspiciously, his expression becoming more and more puzzled every second: "What? Obviously there is no one? If you have to say it, it is the folk art of blind Zhijian... Wow! Painful !"
Gojo Satoru shook his fist with a smile: "Be like a good student, my little classmate."
Osamu Dazai covered his forehead that was knocked down, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic oblique arc: "I'm ashamed to say it to students|teachers who use violence."
After the words fell, Osamu Dazai didn't notice anything, but Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned.
student?teacher?
Oh, oh, a little bit of recognition~
Gojo Satoru lowered his head, his sunglasses slipped down with his movements, half revealing his blue eyes, just like when he and the boy first met, the eyes were actually clearer than the sky.
"Huh? Do you want to take a walk together?" Gojo Satoru asked, blinking.
The sunlight shot straight through the atmosphere | into the blue sea in his eyes, refracting a dazzling light.
Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment, and smiled brightly on his baby-fat cheeks: "Okay."
... He hates the other person's eyes!
Fu Heihui, who was like a background board, suddenly held his breath. He hasn't had breakfast yet, so why does he feel a little full? ? ?
...
Yokohama...
At the foot of Osamu Dazai is the familiar Yokohama Harbor Bridge. He has jumped from the same bridge in another world countless times and fell into the salty sea water.
The eyes gradually darkened, and the deep and dense mist overflowed with open teeth and claws, following the master's wishes.
Wujo Wuzheng assured Knotweed and Wild Rose that today's curse spirit would be exorcised easily, and he would take them to play after finishing the work. When he went back to call his little classmate, his lips parted slightly, but he didn't say a word.
The boy's iris-colored pupils were clearly soaked in sunlight, but they were still dull.
It seems that even the sunshine that cares for all beings equally has abandoned this overly shrewd boy.
Wujo Wu felt agitated for no reason.
He's obviously just a child!
Should be happy!Youth should be squandered recklessly!
But the young man is like a dry and dead tree that has been blocked from all hope, and is being embraced by despair and falling into the deep sea where you can't see your fingers.
If no one goes to hold him tightly, he will be swallowed up, right?
"Ah! Teacher Wutiao!!!" Wild Qiangwei exclaimed suddenly.
Gojo Satoru reacted faster than her screaming, climbed over the fence, and fell towards the boy.
When he was about to fall into the sea, Gojo Satoru's hands finally touched the boy.
It's really ice.
The boy's body temperature condensed like jade.
He heard the boy say in his ear, "I hate your eyes."
He responded with a smile as usual: "If you hate it for no reason, then you like it, little classmate."
"bang"
The two embraced and fell into the salty sea.
作者有话要说：感谢在2020-12-1304:41:36~2020-12-1321:24:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of night without stars;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!