Chapter 8

Gojo Satoru talks about getting rid of annoying little bugs, but in fact he doesn’t do much to those who spy on him. At least no one is actually harmed by it. Relatively intense mental oppression.

But this is not something Gojo Satoru needs to consider.

After giving a slight warning to those who were prying at him, he wanted to take Miyako Eri to rest, but he stopped abruptly when passing by a certain alley.

"Oh, this is really..."

He turned his head and looked at the red corner sticking out of the alley, and couldn't help but whistle.

"It took no effort to get here."

Miyako Eri followed his line of sight and also saw the back of a woman in red with long hair shawl. What she was facing was someone looking at her. A young man with curly black hair who looked very familiar.

The tall, thin, handsome young man with curly black hair was affectionately holding the woman in red in front of him, whose face could not be seen clearly, with lingering eyes. "This beautiful lady, can you please come with me..."

However, the other party seemed not to hear what he was saying at all, and just repeated his own question, "Have you seen it? "

...Dazai...sir?"

The young man in front of him looked familiar, and Miyako Eri quickly remembered his name.

He is the young man who has a hobby of diving into the water to kill sharks, and he is also a character that is difficult to see clearly.

In Miyako Eri's eyes, she is a proper person.

"Oh, isn't this just a coincidence."

Seeing Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru appear in front of him, Dazai Osamu straightened his waist and waved happily to the two of them. His other hand still did not forget to support the tall man in front of him. A woman in red with her hair covering her face.

"I seem to have found a beauty who shares the same hobbies with me~"

"I didn't expect to meet you two. Maybe I can ask you to come together to be a witness."

Dazai Osamu's tone was soft and exaggerated, and his movements were slightly large. .

"...Excuse me, have you seen it?"

The woman in red, who was completely treated as a tool by Osamu Dazai, didn't care what he said, but just repeated something over and over in an erratic tone.

The two people were obviously talking about their own things, but in the eyes of outsiders, their postures appeared to be very harmonious.

"Mr. Dazai, although that lady does not have her own thoughts, it is better not to ignore other people's requests too much."

Miyako Eri blinked her bright red eyes and quickly realized that the woman in red This is Gojo Satoru’s latest entrustment target.

"Hahaha, what a coincidence, Eri-chan, and Mr. Gojo."

Dazai Osamu seemed to be relieved after seeing the acquaintance, and smiled at the two of them, his iris-colored eyes desperately looking at the two of them. "Help me" signal.

Of course, he is the urban legend that has been making a big fuss in the streets recently, but I didn't expect that my luck would be so bad. I just took a casual walk and met this beautiful lady in red who was not easily dismissed.

He originally thought that the other party was either an ordinary person with mental problems, or an image of supernatural powers deliberately released by some people to achieve their goals. However, when he actually came into contact with the other party's cold and wet palm, Dazai Osamu realized It seemed like he accidentally kicked the iron plate.

The moist and sticky touch made him involuntarily think of some cold-blooded animals, such as snakes, but her body had the unique smell of mud puddles, more like a toad with mucus attached to its skin.

Ah... this kind of touch...

Although I didn't come into contact with any dirt, and I didn't see any other liquids on the other person's hands, I entered the water and was lifted up together with the river garbage for no reason. The lover Dazai Osamu A sick feeling arose.

Compared to animals such as toads, which are completely invisible to the eyes, the woman in red clothed in human skin in front of him made him feel "disgusting" both psychologically and physically.

Incongruous, disharmonious, even if you think about it carefully, you can't help but feel sick to the point of vomiting.

The reason why I was able to force myself and the lady in red to be so arrogant until now is really thanks to the various disguise training I experienced during the port mafia period.

"Teacher Gojo."

Satoru Gojo thought that this commission was just a simple plan by the leader of Port Mafia Mori Ogai to test his ability. However, since Miyako Eri chose to speak out at this time, it is obvious that this commission is no longer a Simply delegated.

Gojo Satoru responded, looking at the expression of the woman in red eager to try.

"Are they those things?"

"It seems different from the 'bugs' I have seen before."

"It is different from the 'bugs', it is just pollution."

Miyako Eri patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder and looked around After finding no useful weapons around, he simply jumped off his body.

"Do you want to stay and study it?"

Gojo Satoru had a way to ensure that he could subdue the woman in red without coming into contact with her. Although Dazai Osamu did not show it clearly, he had already noticed the other party's body language, even if He said he wanted to die together with the woman in red, but in fact he was quite resistant to this woman.

"No, there is no need for her to study. She is just 'alienated' after being contaminated. Just like the cursed spirit in the school exchange meeting before, it was affected by pollution that does not belong to this world."

Dazai Osamu returned the palm of his hand . Keeping that sticky touch, his ears listened to the conversation between Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru word for word. He looked at Miyako Eri and suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him seemed a little different from when he first met him. ...

"Speaking of which, Eri-chan... have you... grown up?"

The Miyako Eri in front of her was at least a head taller than when we first met, and her whole body seemed to have grown up. , but it seems that it has been less than a month since they last met... Even the little tiger didn't grow up so fast, right?

"It's not important."

Miyako Eri did not answer Dazai Osamu's question directly. She looked at the hands held by Dazai Osamu and the woman in red and couldn't help but frown.

"Compared to this, Mr. Dazai, can you find a way to loosen the hands between you?"

Gojo Satoru has always been very active in solving the cursed spirit, and he is a person who often forgets to put down his "account", causing Naturally, the attention of all parties is considerable.

The target of the woman in red is not big. If Osamu Dazai is still holding hands with Gojo Satoru when he attacks, there is no guarantee that he will not be involved in the attack.

"Ah, this..."

Dazai Osamu heard this and raised his hand that was intertwined with the other party, with a very regretful expression.

"This lady seems a little shy. I just invited her to die with me. Although she didn't get a positive response, she has obviously agreed to my invitation."

It was obvious that he had lost his temper. There is no way to separate from each other.

"There's nothing we can do about it, Gojo-sensei, remember not to miss the shot."

Miyako Eri sighed after hearing this, and put down the "account" for Gojo Satoru according to the command in his memory.

The black liquid visible to the naked eye rose from behind Miyako Eri like a curtain, quickly surrounding the area, and then slowly turned into a transparent gray after surrounding several people present.

Even though he knew that he was likely to be attacked by Gojo Satoru in the next second, Dazai Osamu still looked up curiously and stared at the night sky that was one degree darker than usual.

"Wow, is this some magical barrier technique? Does it have any special functions?"

However, he did not wait for Miyako Eri's answer. Almost in the next second, his whole world fell silent.

Until a few seconds later, severe pain spread from his ears to his brain, and his cheeks were covered with a pile of cold liquid that he didn't intend to think about or look at.

"I didn't expect that there would be no contact for such a long time. The accuracy is still as high as ever. As expected of me."

Gojo Satoru's spell was originally aimed at the heart of the woman in red, and then at Miyako Eri's prompts, he directed the attack The target is directly aimed at the opponent's brain.

"Cang."

Even in the world of ordinary magic, the attack seemed exaggerated. Not only did the head of the woman in red be blown to pieces, but most of her body was also involved, turning into a pile of emanations. Rotten flesh with a foul and ominous smell.

The hand that was holding Osamu Dazai quickly fell off naturally and melted into a pile of mud.

Miyako Eri rolled her eyes at the boastful Gojo Satoru, and then walked towards Dazai Osamu, who had a silly expression on his ears.

The thin cheeks of the other party were stained with the sludge of some of the smashed pieces of meat, but it made the already pale little face look even clearer, giving it a strange beauty that emerged from the sludge but was not stained.

It's a pity that neither of the two people present had time to appreciate this magical charm.

Miyako Eri's white hair, which originally only reached her earlobes, grew visibly to the naked eye and turned directly into shawl-length hair. Her height also grew a little simultaneously, and her knee-length midi-length skirt turned into a shabby-length hair. The mini skirt can cover the upper half of the thigh, and the close-fitting top also exposes the lower half of the abdomen. The originally fitted baby doll dress has been worn in a hot JK ​​style, and the childish eyebrows have also grown a lot. From the beginning, she looks only ten years old. The little girl who arrived turned into the girl Satoru Gojo was most familiar with.

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Dazai?"

Miyako Eri walked up to Dazai Osamu, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the pair of dull-looking kite eyes, knowing that the other person's gaze was focused.

She looked at the other person who seemed to have no reaction at all and sighed. She reached into her pocket and took out a handkerchief to cover the blood from the other person's ear.

How should I put it...

Dazai Osamu... It's quite unlucky for the two of them to be on the same page.

"Eri-chan, isn't this little brother always talking about 'sacrifice for love'?" As the instigator, he didn't have any conscience at all. Gojo Satoru even looked at Dazai behind Miyako Eri with a smile on his face. Zhi, what flashed through those bright red eyes behind the sunglasses was anything but apologetic.

"Even if you can't die, it wouldn't be bad to feel the taste of death up close, right?"

Knowing that Dazai Osamu couldn't hear any sounds at the moment, Gojo Satoru still slowed down his speaking speed so that the other party could see his body more clearly. Mouth.

While Miyako Eri wiped away the blood on her cheeks and ears with a handkerchief, Dazai Osamu's attention was not on the girl.

He just stared intently at Gojo Satoru's mouth gestures towards him, and raised the corners of his mouth for a while, without any smile in his kite-colored eyes.

"In that case, I have to thank Mr. Gojo."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. After all, I am a kind and enthusiastic people's teacher~"