Chapter 47

After hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Miyako Eri's expression did not change at all. She looked at Dazai Osamu's deep kite-colored eyes, with a little surprise in her tone, "Mr. Dazai, do you care about this kind of thing?"

"Well, of course I don't care if it's someone else, but Eri-chan is a beauty who I think can die in love with me. Wouldn't it be a waste if one person decides to die?" Dazai

Osamu didn't know what to do. The black hand that came from nowhere was pointed firmly at Miyako Eri. Rather than letting Miyako Eri decide to die quietly alone, he looked more like he was planning to give her a ride.

"...So, Mr. Dazai, do you want to be a hero who saves the world?"

Miyako Eri met Dazai Osamu's playful eyes, paused for a few seconds and asked a question that made him laugh or cry.

"Hahaha, what are you talking about?"

"Saving the world is something like this..." Osamu Dazai was a little confused when he heard Miyako Eri's question. He looked at Miyako Eri in surprise, with surprise in his eyes. The question was not a lie. He didn't know what Miyako Eri was thinking and why he would slap the title of "hero who saved the world" on his head.

This is simply...

"Disgusting."

Osamu Dazai flipped the trigger with his finger. Dazai pointed the wooden warehouse at Miyako Eri with a steady hand, and his tone became cold.

"If I kill Eri-chan, Atsushi-kun won't die, and the world won't necessarily be destroyed, but Mr. Gojo will become very dangerous, right?"

Miyako Eri nodded, it's time now, There was no need for her to hide it anymore, everyone could see Gojo Satoru's mental state anyway.

"But if I let Eri-chan shark shark Atsushi-kun, will the world be saved?"

Dazai Osamu's question is that even Miyako Eri may not be able to guarantee it.

"Not necessarily, but the commission of this world has been completed."

Miyako Eri clearly told Osamu Dazai that she was entrusted by the world to deal with the world's crisis, based on the "distress signal" sent to her by the world, but will the world Therefore, she cannot confirm that she has been saved. As long as the commission is completed, the world will work hard to save itself.

"Mr. Dazai, just like some people feel ashamed because of the title of 'hero', some people will risk everything because of this title."

Miyako Eri said and sighed, "And some people only know I feel tired."

She lowered her head and slowly stroked the spine of the red novel in her hand, then turned it over and unexpectedly saw a blank space.

"Having dealt with so many world crises like a firefighter, even the obsession should be almost exhausted."

She said, her blood-red eyes unblinkingly looking at the blank novel in her hand, ignoring Dazai Osamu Aiming at the mouth of his chest, he took a marker from his pocket and planned to write the beginning and end of the story.

"Bang!"

Mikura's voice sounded. The pen Miyako Eri was holding was shot away by the bullet, and her whole hand was dripping with blood.

She raised her eyes to look at Osamu Dazai, who smiled at her.

"Eri-chan, you know me," Osamu Dazai said, pointing Mu Cang's mouth at her eyes.

"The title 'Hero' is really disgusting."

"The devil who destroys the world sounds more powerful."

After the sound of the wooden warehouse, there was silence.

"Good night, Eri-chan."

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"She wants to take you home."

The woman with long grass-green hair is the receptionist at the agent's headquarters. She calls herself "Licorice". She has a pair of eyes like an elf in a fairy tale. Her green and soft eyes look at people softly and peacefully, and she speaks and smiles.

Even when he looked into Gojo Satoru's blue but evil eyes.

"This is the child's wish."

Miss Licorice looked at the white-haired young man in front of her who was a whole head taller than herself, and was not frightened by the shark aura.

Has she seen too many dangerous people over the years?

Not to mention anything else, even Miyako Eri is not always so peaceful every time she goes home. There are several times when her blood-red eyes look at people with a cold light.

"She said she can't go back home, so as long as there is a slight chance, she will try her best to send you back."

"What are you going back for?" Gojo Satoru laughed angrily when he heard this. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes suppressed. A violent storm.

"Wrangling with the old oranges, and then you and I ended up being targeted by the world again because they were too powerful?"

He waved his hand, "It's not that she won't go back, but has she ever asked for my opinion?"

Don't look at Miyako Eri. She has a cold personality and behaves calmly, but who knows that this girl is actually a tyrant at heart.

Should she decide whether Gojo Satoru should go home?

This girl still lacks education.

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, stared at Miss Licorice in front of him, and said bitterly,

"According to your observations, is this time considered qualified?"

After hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Miss Licorice asked in surprise,

"Do you think your performance is qualified? ? "

In addition to being useful at the beginning of the joint, it just stretched my hips later on.

"This kind of performance is not even qualified for 'traineeship'."

"I'd better just be your chaperone."

"Should I find someone first?"

Gojo Satoru sighed, his expression rarely defeated.

"Hmm~"

This time I caught this girl and told her to call her daddy no matter what!