When Dazai became a god judge

Atsushi Nakajima, who was moved to a mess by Yamato Shou'an's tragic experience and burst into tears, deepened his sympathy for the boy, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

Dazai-san's old problem is happening again.Such a touching scene to ask someone to commit suicide is a shame.

That poor boy will have all three views ruined, right?

Yamato Mamoru stared at Osamu Dazai calmly, pondered for a while, and suddenly smiled.It was the first time since he lost his companion that he showed a knowing smile. The clear and shallow smile, like the flowers of thorns blooming on the scorched earth, was tragically beautiful and captivating.

"Okay, it's an honor to die for you," he said.

Osamu Dazai smiled and pulled back the boy's hand, "If this is your wish, then at least for now, live for me."

"Obey. If you want to take back this insignificant life one day, please tell me."

Can you stop discussing the topic of life and death so calmly!The development of the situation seems to be different from what I expected, but why does it feel worse and worse?Sneaking a sneak peek at Akutagawa Ryunosuke in the corner with the usual expression, Atsushi Nakajima covered his face sadly, look, Mr. Dazai, you brought another child wrong.Under your guidance, it is not easy for me to be able to grow up to the present day.

I'm the only one in this room, it's so hard to cook rationally!

When Atsushi Nakajima was overwhelmed by the weird atmosphere, someone finally broke the deadlock.

Qing Guang, who was taking a short break to change shifts, wept with joy as he watched the young man leaning weakly on the hospital bed and talking to the interrogator in a low voice.He rushed to the bed like crazy, hugged Yamato Shou'an and cried bitterly.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released. When his throat was howled dry, California Qingguang choked up with a pair of tearful walnut eyes and said, "Yes... I'm sorry, I, I'm so happy."

Yamato Moriya lowered his eyes, gently patted California Kiyomitsu on the back, and smiled apologetically at Osamu Dazai: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, you guys have a good time reminiscing about the past. This is a feeling that can only be experienced when you are alive."

"Yes, thank you for your teaching."

Listening ignorantly to the conversation between the two, the knife-wielding boy was crying so hard that he couldn't calm down for a while, and was still sobbing softly: "An Ding... When did you and the master get so close?"

Yamato Mamoru shook his fingers slyly, "Slacker Kiyomitsu, before you came, Master and I had an in-depth discussion on philosophical issues."

"What's the problem?" California Qingguang asked curiously.

Yamato Shou'an said with a poisonous tongue as in the past: "You are such a single-minded idiot, you won't understand even if you say it."

California Qingguang puffed up his face angrily, and beat the quilt, "What! It's too stable! I want to introduce the master to you!"

"Ouch! It hurts, you stabbed my wound." The boy who beat the knife on the hospital bed let out an exaggerated cry of pain.

California Kiyomitsu stood up in a panic, wanting to lift the quilt to check Yamato Shou'an's injury, "Yes, I'm sorry, I was careless, are you okay?"

"Hey, I lied to you! My injuries have been healed, so I won't be in pain." Yamato Shou'an calmly pushed away the boy's flustered hand that wanted to find out, and raised his only hand. Intact left arm, "After the dark fall is eliminated, it will not be a problem to hit you both."

When it comes to the dark fall, the active atmosphere has finally returned to silence.The right side of the juvenile's body was so tightly pressed by the quilt that he was almost sunk in the thick soft mattress. The place where the quilt was pushed out of several abnormal small tents was an eyesore.It's like an ugly scar on the smooth white skin, people can't help scratching it, even if what they will face next will be bloody.

Osamu Dazai put his hand on California Kiyomitsu's slightly trembling shoulders due to crying and convulsions, and asked him to go to a street restaurant to buy some porridge and snacks for his friends who had just recovered from serious injuries.

"Mr. Dazai, I..."

The kind-hearted Nakajima Atsushi just opened his mouth, and swallowed the second half of the sentence in Dazai Osamu's meaningful eyes.

Always find something to do for the bewildered teenager.

Standing in front of the window, Osamu Dazai looked at Kiyomitsu, who was crouching under a tree, hugging his arms and weeping. Through the reflection of the glass, he saw the convulsions and distorted face of Yamato Shou'an, which couldn't be concealed by the bedding. He didn't say anything. What.

He still has no way to relieve the pain of the young man, no amount of comfort is useless.Besides, he's not very good at comforting others.

It wasn't until Yamato Moran survived the throbbing pain that Osamu Dazai turned around and said a moment before pushing the door out, "Kyomitsu, he is actually very smart."

Da Dao took a deep breath, and slowly said: "We know each other too well, and we didn't expect to be able to completely deceive him. It would be good to make him worry less."

Obviously he was about to pass out from the pain, but he swallowed back the blood and tears, buried the pain in his heart, and pretended nothing happened.

He clearly knew everything in his heart, and suffered from the pain of being powerless, but he pulled the corners of his mouth and tried to smile.

This kind of pure tenderness and clumsy protection is really hard for people to turn a blind eye to.

Osamu Dazai reassured him for the first time: "It will be fine."

"Well... thank you."

"You don't have to be so polite, you can treat it as a polite greeting from your boss."

"Well... thank you. Please be sure to accept the sincere thanks from your subordinates."

The wall clock on the wall struck the heartstrings of everyone rhythmically. The time passed by every minute and every second. Yamato Shou'an was in a coma for a day and a night before waking up.To find a way to get rid of the dark fall in these three and a half days, the time is very tight.

Dazai Osamu has not been in office for a long time, even though he found that he has a wonderful physique that can shuttle in various worlds at will, but he didn't have time to enjoy the endless fun brought by this golden finger.

Speaking of traveling freely in various worlds, Osamu Dazai suddenly had a face with a gentle smile on his face, but deliberately kept a distance from others.

In a way, that person was his kind.

In the game world, you can withdraw at any time.

There were still people in the room. In order not to look so idiotic, Osamu Dazai tentatively called twice to the void: "Bai Lan, Bai Lan?"

The sound fell silent, and there was no other sound in the room except the slight clash of spoons and porcelain bowls.Therefore, the soft call is particularly clear in the deliberately artificial silence.

Being stared at by such two eyes at the same time, Dazai Osamu's expression remained the same due to the thick skin he had cultivated for many years, and he continued to talk to the empty air as usual, joking with them, "I'm not playing hide and seek with you, come out quickly."

Nakajima Atsushi, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and Fusangshin looked sadly and distressed at Osamu Dazai who was talking to himself in the air.Look, Mr. Dazai is so tired that he is hallucinating.

To their surprise, there was actually a voice responding to Osamu Dazai.

"Okay, okay! Even if you come out, you have to give me some time. I'm not the ghost behind you all the time. It's a little troublesome to run from one world to another. I'm a Hearing your call, I rushed over without stopping, Dazai-kun."

In the room with the doors and windows closed, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and an overly good-looking boy suddenly appeared in midair.The boy's squinted amethyst eyes slightly opened, echoing the imprint of an inverted crown under his left eye, the corners of his mouth curled up just right, and he greeted everyone: "Yo, there are so many people, hello everyone!" He was smiling, but he could clearly feel his indifference and alienation.

Perhaps it was true as the young man said, he came here in a hurry, his slender upper body was only wrapped with a large bath towel, and his curly white hair was still dripping with water.

What doesn't match the handsome boy's style is the purple metal pipe hanging around his waist, which makes Brandan's already loose bath towel almost fall off.

Seeing that everyone's attention was on the rocket launcher, Bai Lan untied it generously, showing off with a little pride: "This is a ten-year rocket launcher improved by Xiaozheng, and it can be as good as a ten-year rocket launcher if it is hit by the frontal muzzle." The last self is swapped, and the tails hit is a swap with the self ten years ago. The duration is 5 minutes, it is very interesting, do you want to play and see?"

In fact, although he was using a questioning tone, Bai Lan didn't have time for others to think or refuse. He carried the ten-year bazooka on his shoulders and aimed at Osamu Dazai to bomb it.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to swap with myself ten years from now or ten years ago."

The light array formed by spirit particles blocked Osamu Dazai, and the hovering shells were nullified under the action of supernatural powers, and finally annihilated into flying ash.

"Don't be so tense, it's just a joke."

One shot failed, Bai Lan immediately turned around, picked the weakest-looking persimmon and continued firing. Everyone who was paying attention to Osamu Dazai didn't have time to block the sudden shot.

After the smoke cleared, Yamato Shou'an, who was sitting upright on the bed, was holding a porcelain bowl of porridge, and endured the pain to let California Qingguang check himself up and down.

Qingguang stared at Yamato Shou'an suspiciously. Fu Sangshen, who has lived for hundreds of years, will not change in appearance ten years ago and ten years later. He is not sure whether this An Ding is from ten years later.

Yamato Shou Anding reluctantly handed the remaining half of the cold porridge to California Qingguang, signaling that he would not drink it, "I am the original Anding, nothing has changed."

Bai Lan supported the bazooka, smiled playfully when she heard the words, turned her head, looked at Dazai Zhi, her tone was still so casual: "Hey, Dazai-kun, do you know that there is a kind of person who can't be shot even if he is hit by a ten-year bazooka? It will be exchanged for the self ten years later. That is - no one who will live ten years later."

He uttered the cruelest words in the gentlest voice: "This person will die soon."