When Dazai became a god judge

The air around was deathly still.

"Papa papa." The sudden applause broke the surrounding silence and stillness.

In the inconspicuous corner of the bar, the man who had been drinking silently stood up, and it was he who gave the applause.This man looked to be in his fifties, his gray snow hair was neatly brushed back with pomade, and only a strand of it hung down quietly on his forehead.Different from the low-key black suits of Dazai Osamu and others, his suit should be custom-made, with a fancy style, a cape on his shoulders, and a coquettish blue butterfly about to fly on his left shoulder.

This coquettish old man is not a serious person at first glance.

Mikazuki Munechi and Yamabuki Kunihiro immediately stood in front of Dazai Osamu, staring at the visitor vigilantly.

"Don't stare at me with hostility, Uncle! Although I'm not a good person, I'm only a little bit bad, just a little bit bad." That man doesn't seem to be afraid of death, maybe he has absolute certainty that he can defeat Sankazuki Zongjin and Yamaba at the same time Che Guoguang, facing the sharp white blade, walked slowly, with a calm and calm expression on his face.

It didn't feel like a fake.

He blew on his neatly trimmed beard, "I just want to make friends with you guys! Really, I never lie."

Osamu Dazai relaxed his body and leaned against the bar counter, looked at the person coming with interest, and said lightly: "Sankayue, get quilt, step back."

"Yes, Mr. Dazai." Mikazuki Munechi grabbed Yamabagiri Kunihiro who was hesitant to speak, retracted his weapon, and stepped aside.

No matter how they joked in private, no matter how dangerous this person looked, they should back down, because this was the master's order and they had to obey.This is the reason why Sanri Yuezong is so popular among god judges. Not only does he have stunning beauty and powerful combat power, but more importantly, he knows how to judge the situation. He clearly knows when to do it and when not to do it.

Besides, he trusted his master.

James Moriarty caressed the bar counter that had just been hit with spiders, and praised sincerely: "This is really beautiful art." He took out a glasses bag from his pocket, took out a pair of glasses with black frames, and focused on admiring the broken bar.

That focused look seemed to be admiring a piece of art from ancient times to the present.

"If you're just an uncle with special hobbies, I think our conversation can be over." Osamu Dazai stood up, put on a suit jacket, waved to Mikazuki Munechi and Yamabuki Kunihiro, and prepared to leave.

"Hey, wait, wait..." James Moriarty came to his senses and chased after him. "Young people are so impatient, they can't accomplish big things!"

Osamu Dazai slowed down without turning his head, "So why did you come to me?"

"Because I have rarely seen a villain as pure as you." James Moriarty crossed Mikazuki Munechi and Yamabagiri Kunihiro, and stood side by side with Dazai Osamu, his tone full of joy, "So I really am I'm super happy, I can't control my emotions for a while, so don't think I'm a strange uncle!"

Fu Sangshen: Hehe!Only Uncle Blame can say that he is not Uncle Blame.

"A pure villain?" Osamu Dazai kicked away the wine bottle under his feet without getting angry, and slowly recalled the word, "Just because I beat someone who was hostile to me first? Don't you think this is too arbitrary ?"

"Of course not." James Moriarty quickly waved his hand, "When you beat that man just now, there was no extra emotion in your eyes, no resentment, no anger, and no pleasure, as if things should be like this .Even if you change to a stranger who has never provoked you, you can also do it without any psychological burden! Goodness and evil, redemption and depravity are all the same to you, aren't they? "

Osamu Dazai glanced at James Moriarty with little interest, and couldn't discern any extra emotion, "Someone said something similar to me before."

"--what do you want to say in the end?"

"I would like to invite you to join my organization." James Moriarty said excitedly: "The evil qualities in you are simply innate, this is simply wonderful, as if the night sky in Shinjuku A North Star has risen, it is dazzling, people can see it at once, and then they can't look away..."

Osamu Dazai felt chills when he heard his description: "Sorry, I'm not interested in strange uncles with strange hobbies."

"I have said that I am not blaming uncle. I am the leader of the evil organization, and I sincerely invite you to join the group! Don't you want to get the Holy Grail? No matter what your wish is, you can achieve it, eternal life, endless wealth...or, Resurrected from the dead.” James Moriarty was persuasive, and he knew he had succeeded when he saw an imperceptible gleam in Osamu Dazai’s eyes when he heard the last sentence.

"I think we can talk slowly."

They returned to the bar seats they had just been on.

"It looks like no one is drinking this glass of wine, can you give it to me?" James Moriarty gracefully picked up the untouched glass of whiskey on the Yamabagiri Kunihiro seat with his fingers wrapped in black deerskin gloves, and held it in the air. To Osamu Dazai, "Cheers to our friendship."

Osamu Dazai pinched the wine glass between his index finger and thumb, admiring the ice puck melting into the wine with fascination, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Cheers to our friendship."

***

"Is this the apex of Shinjuku..." Dazai Osamu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the highest floor of the tower, looking around, the whole city was surrounded by darkness, and the neon lights couldn't penetrate the tall buildings tens of meters away. As far as it is, there is a mass of darkness.

It was so heavy and depressing that it was hard to breathe.

The top floor of the tower, the highest point in Shinjuku, the headquarters of the James Moriarty organization.

So did they achieve their ultimate goal by accident?Sanri Yuezong couldn't laugh or cry, but his identity seems a bit strange.

"How about it? Do you have the pleasure of having the whole city under your control?" James Moriarty lit a cigar, puffed out the smoke ring gracefully, pulled out a new cigar from the metal cigarette case, and threw it to Osamu Dazai, "How is it? Do you want one?"

Osamu Dazai was still staring out of the window, raised his hand, and the index finger and middle finger just clamped the cigar, "No, I don't smoke." He handed the cigar to Mikazuki Zongjin who was standing beside him, and Taidao Fusang understood and threw it into the trash bucket.

"Smoking is a man's romance." James Moriarty stared at the cigar lying quietly in the trash can with some pain. It was a special cigarette, and one was worth half a day's income of a bar in Shinjuku.

Osamu Dazai turned around, and the dust-free leather shoes collided with the floor, making a crisp sound. He sat down opposite James Moriarty, raised his legs, and pointed at the knife-fighting boy who stood silently in the corner hiding himself , "There are still children here."

"I forgot about it." James Moriarty put out his cigarette in a gentlemanly manner, and smiled apologetically at Kunihiro Yamabukiri.

Kunihiro Yamabuchi turned his head away, he was not good at dealing with people like Moriarty and he didn't like to deal with them.

"There are no outsiders now. In order to cooperate more happily, should we be honest with each other? Don't tell me that you only fancy me because of my so-called evil qualities." Osamu Dazai leaned back and found a comfortable place With a straight posture, he said sharply: "If your so-called Holy Grail is really so magical, why do you need me?"

"I like to deal with smart people." James Moriarty didn't care about the embarrassment of being exposed, his slender fingers tapped the white cloth on the table, "You are a human being without meaning, but you have quite a wonderful spiritual power , and they are not human beings, they are clearly stronger than you, but you are the leader in everything. So I guess you are the relationship between the master and the servant, and the weapon should be a saber?" He was referring to Mikami Tsukimune and Yamabuki Kunihiro.

Osamu Dazai's pupils tightened, and he immediately regained his composure, his hands were uncomfortably wrapped around his knees, and his hands were wrapped with bandages, extending to the depth of the cuffs of his suit.The bandage was loosened by the fight just now, and through layers of bandages, one can vaguely see the red mark on the back of the hand, which looks like a command spell, "You guessed it all, so aren't you afraid that I will defeat you? "

James Moriarty let out a chuckle, "Don't be afraid, because I'm an archer, an archer who specializes in restraining sabers."

Didn't the red mark on the owner's hand be drawn by himself with a red marker when he was looking for a map in a stationery store?Kunihiro Yamabuchi became more and more confused when he heard it. He remembered that the master wanted to let the blood out along the mark, saying that he would stop the blood until the blood flowed out.It's just that the sharp blade was ruthless, and there was still some blood, so it was wrapped with a bandage.

"So you know that I am the master, but you invite me to your organization headquarters, do you think I can't beat you?"

"No, no, no, I'm really interested in your inherent viciousness. After all, I'm a Servant! It's normal to want to get close to the master." James Moriarty said sincerely.

The corner of Yan Qing's mouth twitched while hiding in the dark, what are you talking about, a monster with A+ level of ability to act alone?

He then said seriously: "Of course, in order to give an explanation to our other collaborators, I still hope you can prove yourself."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "How to prove it?"

James Moriarty poured a glass of red wine for Osamu Dazai, the crimson liquid looked bloody and viscous in the dark night, "We need more and stronger collaborators, Shinjuku's Avenger—the Wolf King Hesse Rob because he doesn't Listening to conversations doesn't build friendships. If you can get him into the mix, I'm sure no one will disagree."

Feeling like a MLM organization, Osamu Dazai asked, "What if he doesn't listen anyway?"

"Resolving potential hidden dangers is a good virtue that a villain must have."