Chapter 14

"Eri-chan likes Atsushi-kun very much."

When the white-haired boy and the white-haired girl were sitting side by side in the corner eating cake, Dazai Osamu, who had just put on headphones and closed his eyes to listen to music, didn't know when He rushed to Gojo Satoru's side. Although he knew that the other party was carrying the two of them on his side, he still said with a smile.

"Huh?"

As if he didn't realize that Dazai Osamu would take the initiative to talk to him, Gojo Satoru paused for a moment while holding the strawberry daifuku in his mouth. He turned his head to look at him and made a questioning voice. The smile on Dazai Osamu's face did not change. He just raised his chin to signal him to look at Miyako Eri and Dazai Osamu.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Eri-chan was the one who picked up Atsushi-kun in the beginning... Oh, no one can say for sure who picked him up."

"But luckily the two of them met each other, otherwise Eri-chan might have I'm really going to be brought to an uncle with a special quirk, don't you think so, Mr. Guardian?"

Gojo Satoru slowly stopped and looked at Dazai Osamu with his bright red eyes wearing sunglasses,

"I think so. I have a good temper."

He said in a very easy-going tone, "But that doesn't mean I'm not a shark."

"Oh, that's true."

Osamu Dazai was not surprised by the wave of shark thoughts. , just shrugged, "Well, just think of it as the casual talk of the wounded and sick."

His iris-colored eyes contained a false smile. They were clearly facing Gojo Satoru's face, but they seemed to be looking past him. air to the rear.

"I'm just a little curious."

Osamu Dazai admitted that he was a little curious about the relationship between Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru.

Although Gojo Satoru showed that he and Miyako Eri were a teacher-student team who had such a good relationship that they could freely complain to each other, he did not miss the fact that Gojo Satoru occasionally showed the unfamiliarity with Miyako Eri.

Miyako Eri is a good girl.

Although Osamu Dazai believes that she still has many secrets, which are too mysterious to be explored, whether it is the old-fashioned amnesia or the one who looked like a little kid not long ago, but has now grown into a wonderful physique of a big girl.

Speaking of which, he could freely choose to grow or shrink... He had vaguely heard of such a superpower...

Well, it was impossible.

Dazai Osamu shook his head when he thought about that possibility. Even though the physique of the one he heard about was somewhat similar to Miyako Eri, he absolutely did not believe that Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru would be members of the military. One of the "hounds" of the Fang troops.

In the eyes of Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru, there are humans, but they are only "human beings".

Human beings are equal in their eyes. There is no distinction between status and status. Justice and evil are not among their criteria for judgment.

What they care about, or what Miyako Eri cares about, is completely different from what "Hound" cares about.

To put it bluntly, it is impossible for the military and police to cooperate with the port mafia.

Dazai Osamu withdrew his tentative tentacles and looked at half of his hand that was completely tied in the bandage with an expressionless face, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

After the anesthesia wore off, his wound finally felt a long-awaited dull pain.

"Tsk."

He really hated pain.

"Eri-chan, although I still don't quite understand what that 'pollution source' is, we will get rid of it, right?"

After enjoying a wonderful afternoon tea with Miyako Eri , Atsushi Nakajima looked at Osamu Dazai, who was lying half-dead on the sofa, completely unaware that just now he had vigorously tested a certain spellcaster with a good temper.

"Yes."

Miyako Eri nodded, her tone calm, as if the "pollution source" that tortured the port mafia so badly that Osamu Dazai had to cut off half of his palm was a person who didn't deserve much attention. He's a little minion, the kind who isn't even a trouble.

Osamu Dazai was obviously very attracted to the "source of pollution". It should be said that they were lucky or bad. On the first night when they moved their base to the port warehouse, the thing came to them following their scent.

Miyako Eri was only sleeping lightly. She suddenly opened her eyes after having an inexplicable heart palpitation. She opened her bright red eyes, and her sharp eyes made Osamu Dazai, who was about to open his mouth to shake people, choked for breath. It took him a long time to scream. her name.

"E-Eri-chan."

Dazai Osamu, who was sweating coldly on his forehead, and whose skin pores began to overflow with mucus, frowned, held the wrist of the broken palm, and spoke in a hoarse voice to warn everyone present.

"He's coming."

"Shh."

Gojo Satoru, who was wearing sunglasses even late at night, was awake at some point. He stood behind Miyako Eri, quietly waiting for the warehouse door to be opened by "pollutants".

The dark figure pushed open the door of the warehouse. Even if the movement was very slight, it still made a harsh sound that was enough to wake people up in the silent night. However, the few people who woke up in the warehouse were still very quiet, waiting for the prey to step into the trap.

The person reached out to open the door and slowly poked his head into the warehouse. His thick, pale fingers were webbed. His body was covered in the same mucus as Osamu Dazai, and his wet black hair clung to his scalp.

His breathing was heavy, and he wheezed as if there was thick phlegm in his throat. His pale eyes looked at Dazai Osamu through the gaps in his hair.

"Atsushi-kun."

Looking at the other party's appearance, Dazai Osamu immediately turned his head and looked at Nakajima Atsushi seriously, and spoke in a weak but firm tone.

"I'd rather die if I look like that."

"I'll leave it to you then!"

"It's already this time, Mr. Dazai, are you still in the mood to joke?!" Seeing that Osamu Dazai is still in the mood to dislike the enemy's appearance at this time! , Atsushi Nakajima, who was originally aroused, couldn't help complaining.

It’s not that he can’t read the air, it’s just that Osamu Dazai likes to seek death too much.

"Don't be nervous, Atsushi-kun, follow Eri-chan's example. They are still calm."

Dazai Osamu was not as nervous as Nakajima Atsushi at all. He even pointed at Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru behind them. The ground was awake, but there was no sign of any intention to take action.

"It's not him."

Miyako Eri looked at the black shadow carefully, scanned it from head to toe, held Gojo Satoru's arm and shook his head.

Coming is not a "source of pollution", but perhaps just His "pathfinder".

"He has no core in his body."

Miyako Eri was talking about the pollutants standing at the door. Even though he was an outstanding young man with a bright future in the past, he was now in a mess.

"It's not his body, nor his ability."

Miyako Eri pointed to the middle of the other person's chest and made a shallow stroke. Gojo Satoru also made an empty stroke in the direction of her finger.

"Ao."

A silent black hole appeared in the pollutant's chest, opening a gap the size of a finger, exposing the middle of the chest that Miyako Eri pointed to, and a dark finger was stuck in the opponent's chest. On the sternum.

"That thing..."

Seeing the dark finger, Gojo Satoru's expression changed. He turned his head to seek Miyako Eri's judgment, "Is it a 'cursed object'?"

"Is the source of pollution a curse?"

Although he did not notice any residual curse power, Gojo Satoru still judged it this way.