When Dazai became a god judge

The rim of the horse manure bucket surrounded by flies was covered with a viscous unknown non-Newtonian liquid.

Osamu Dazai knew that any slightest distasteful attitude would definitely hurt Zong Sanzuo's fragile and sensitive heart.

Zong Sanzuo's text was trying his best to show his kindness to him, creating a positive image of a person close to the gods, but he forgot to take off the burden on his shoulders.In fact, even if the manure bucket is put down, the smell of horse manure on the clothes will not go away for a while.

And no matter what, Zong San Zuowen swept the horse manure into a pile in the smelly stables, shoveled it into a wooden barrel with his own hands, and picked the manure full of horse manure from a distance with painstaking and tenacious work. with great difficulty.

From an emotional point of view, he made such a big sacrifice in order to let everyone in this pill eat delicious and fresh rice, why can't he bear it?

From a rational point of view, as a qualified boss, one should not push Zong San's left words away at such a time. This will chill the hearts of employees and dampen other people's enthusiasm for work.

In just a few seconds, Dazai Osamu was full of thoughts, not to mention that he is a mild clean freak who wants to commit suicide to keep clear and clear, but ordinary people can't bear the filth and stench of horse manure, right?

Cleanliness and conscience confront each other, and the conscience is defeated and decayed with just one blow.

Anyway, he really can't stand horse manure!

He has no conscience.

He, is a former mafia cadre with no feelings.

Everything he does now comes from the teachings of Chief Sen. If there is any dissatisfaction, go to the port mafia to seek revenge from Sen Ouwai!

Anyway, Chief Sen has many enemies, so this one is not bad, isn't it?

"Wait! If you come closer to me, jump from here." Osamu Dazai jumped up from the straw mat, took a few steps back, kept a certain distance from Fenfa Dadao, and stretched out his hand to stop Sosan Zuowen from moving forward gesture.

The rice is planted on the terraced fields halfway up the mountain. The height is neither high nor low. If you fall, you will be half disabled or at least you will break an arm or leg.

Zong San's left words stopped at the same place, and for the God-inspector who suddenly became startled, he recalled the warning in Jiang Xuezuo's words in his mind. If the God-inspector makes unexpected actions, there is a 90.00% chance It may be that he thought of a new method of suicide.

Alas, the most worrying thing still happened. Jiang Xue, who was completely confused about the situation, sighed softly in Zuowenwen, holding the blue snowflakes sent by her younger brother in both hands and putting them on her chest, and began to murmur: "Master Hall, the world is full of people. Beautiful and colorful, don't let down the beautiful world..."

Xiaoye Zuowen was stunned, is this still my brother?From which world line is this monster talking nonsense?If you kill him, can Brother Jiang Xue restore the factory settings?

"To shut up!!!"

Two young men who were more than ten meters apart interrupted Jiang Xuezuo's writing in unison, and stared at each other nervously at the same time.

"Master, we have something to talk about, don't act rashly." Zongsan Zuowen tried to get close to Dazai Osamu to prevent him from committing suicide.

"Zongsan, we have something to talk about, don't act rashly." Osamu Dazai continued to back up, and if he took half a step back, he might stumble and fall off the terraced field.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen had to stop, he was not sure how to hold Dazai Osamu at such a distance, "Say it."

"Okay, let me say it first, I hope you can keep calm." Dazai Osamu paused, "Although it hurts to say that, can you please stay away from me?"

Zong San left the text: "Ah?!"

"That's the one..." Osamu Dazai covered his mouth and nose, "The smell of horse manure is really stinky, I don't have any desire to die with you now. Sure enough, men are big pig's feet, smelly and greasy, or The gentle and pleasant young lady is lovely."

The blade of the country that has been treasured and enshrined by the Tokugawa family for generations, and has changed hands several times, was inscribed by the demon king of the sixth day, Oda Nobunaga, to obtain the sword of the world. Because of his beautiful and coquettish appearance, he was called "Song San beauty" by the gods. Zong Sanzuo's writing was actually rejected by the judges.

And the reason he disliked him was not because of his unflattering personality, not because he didn't have enough practical experience, and it wasn't because he wasn't rare enough, but because he was too stinky.

I?Stinky?Zong San's left words froze for two seconds, and then he kept trembling as if he had suffered an indescribable blow.

In a trance, he heard the judge say: "I don't want to die now. After death, the body will rot and deteriorate. Flies and bacteria will multiply in my body. I will become uglier than the horse dung picked by Zong San's shoulders. This is simply worse than death."

what to do?So angry!But keep smiling.

In any case, by mistake, he successfully prevented the suicide of the judge of the gods.

This is also luck in misfortune!

Don't get angry, don't get angry, just like Jiang Xuege said, the world is so beautiful, I can't be irritable.

The sun was scorching, the afternoon sun mercilessly scorched the earth, and the feces fermented. Even though the mouth and nose were wrapped in cloth strips, Zong San Zuowen still felt the stench drilled into the nasal cavity.

Zong San's left text was faltering, he put the horse manure bucket aside, and pulled out a far-fetched smile, "Okay, I'll back off, master, come down quickly."

After seeing that Osamu Dazai was finally out of danger, Zong San Zuowen swayed in the wind like a butterfly with broken wings and fell down softly.

This moment of hard work is more unbearable than being engraved by the devil, and more tiring than being trapped in the temple like a bird in a cage all year round.

The life of the blade is too difficult, I want to jump the knife to solve the pool and end the rest of my life.

When he was about to fall down, Zong San Zuo Wenwen's back was supported by a pair of strong hands. "Fortunately, I caught up." He heard the brisk and magnetic voice of the judge whispering in his ear, "I overcame great difficulties in my heart to support you! So, be sure to persevere." live."

If Zong Sanzuo's words were planted in the dung bucket, the scene would be terrible.

Therefore, Osamu Dazai made a difficult choice between being splashed with horse manure and hugging a man.

The seemingly indifferent and ruthless master still has a gentle side.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen comforted himself like this before losing consciousness——

Compared with the demon king who imprisoned him in a corner, at least the god-inspector who let himself go would not make him feel lonely.

No...is it good?

Cleaning up the bathing room, and joyously inviting Dazai Osamu to take a bath in the hot spring, California Kiyomitsu happened to see this scene——the inquisitor who pushed him away twice and insisted that he would not hug men personally took Sozo who had passed out The scene where Zuo Wenwen was handed over to Jiang Xue in Zuo Wenwen's arms.

fall!Does the master like the one written by Zongsanzuo?

Melancholy sick beauty type?

California clear light petrified stiffly in place.

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Osamu Dazai, who was perfectly missed by Qingguang in California, also had the idea of ​​soaking in hot springs. He went out on the battlefield and was stained with ashes. They all smell like shit.

So clean up without delay!

Soaking in hot springs is more about relaxing the body and mind and eliminating fatigue. The hot spring pool should be clear and clean, so before soaking in the hot springs, you must take a bath carefully to wash off the mud on your body.

Osamu Dazai went back to his hut and took a nice shower in the bathroom, and then sent the changed dirty clothes to the laundry room.There are not many people in Honmaru now, and the reserve funds are not enough, so I haven't bought a washing machine for the time being, and I have to wash the clothes manually by Fu Sangshen.

So what about his valet Yakuken Toshiro?It was supposed to be done by the valet to send the god for trial to change his clothes, but Osamu Dazai did not see Yaken Toshiro.

Forget it, even Fu Sangshen needs a certain amount of personal space!As a sympathetic, tolerant and magnanimous judge, Osamu Dazai didn't care too much.

At this time, Osamu Dazai felt more and more that his decision to choose Kasen Kanesada as the initial sword was too wise.

Because Kasen Kanesada is a hard-working "laundry knife" who is extremely cleanliness and can't tolerate a little sand in his eyes.

Osamu Dazai was very happy when he saw a large empty courtyard in front of the laundry room filled with clean white sheets and bath towels to dry.

The white sheet blowing in the wind is like the funeral white rose in the mourning hall.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and pulled the bamboo pole for drying clothes. It was very good and strong, and it should be able to bear his weight.

He tore off a bath towel and twisted it into a rope, but found that the rope was not long enough for his head to get in and wrap around his neck.

The young judge continued to search for suicide tools, and he was lucky to find a sheet that looked long enough, but there seemed to be a ball under the sheet.

Osamu Dazai took a closer look, only to find that the person under the sheet turned out to be a person instead of a ball.

Under the warm sun, Fu Sangshen with blond hair was curled up with his arms around his knees, sleeping peacefully, like a sleeping beauty waiting for a knight to wake him up.His sleeping face is extremely beautiful and well-behaved, it won't be annoying to just look at it all afternoon, and no one would be willing to wake up the sleeping prince.

However, Osamu Dazai is destined not to be the guardian knight who awakens the Sleeping Beauty, let alone a flower protector who loves the beauty, or this steel straight male god judge is only fond of the opposite sex, he grabbed the corner of the quilt and pulled it back to the previous continued his work in front of the bamboo pole.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who was in a light sleep, felt empty. He pulled the sheet with his hands in a daze, trying to cover the slightly harsh sunlight, but he couldn't touch the sheet he was carrying with him.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro suddenly panicked, he woke up suddenly, and hurriedly searched for his body sheet.It was too awkward without the cover of the sheet.

The knife-wielding boy anxiously looking for the sheets saw a young man in a black bathrobe. He was very beautiful, with iris-colored eyes drooping, and he was seriously playing with the white sheets in his hands. Very lonely and desolate.

It's the brow lightly worrying.

"Well, what are you doing?" Yamabuki Kunihiro covered his head with a white towel and walked over to ask.

He himself didn't know why he would take the initiative to talk to a stranger.

"Oh! Talk about me!" Osamu Dazai tossed the quilt twisted into thick strips, hung it on the bamboo pole, and tied it with a strong bow. "Didn't you see that? I'm committing suicide!"