save the judge

When Munakata said that sentence, he didn't actually expect to get any definite answer from Jingu Jiquan. He had found an excuse for himself when he said this sentence, as long as the other party's expression was blank and did not seem to be fake, He can explain that he called by the wrong name, or that he accidentally made a slip of the tongue. In short, there are many ways to excuse himself.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the other party actually admitted it.

This feeling is like spending half an hour playing Wing Chun and then slapping mosquitoes with an electric mosquito swatter.

Jingu Jiquan was stunned by Munakata's magic car skills, and he didn't even realize what he asked, so he answered instinctively, only to realize that the words were not good.

He subconsciously looked down at his chest—the nameplate had already been taken off by Dazai after he recognized him, so how did Munakata think of it? !

Normally, even if you meet a person you feel very familiar with, no one will expand the scope of thinking to the dead!

Dazai on the side was still hanging on the rearview mirror, with a silly smile on his face who didn't know what to do, when he heard Munakata call Jingu Jiquan's name, and the other party responded so honestly and cutely, he couldn't help showing a horrible expression expression, then opened his mouth—

"vomit--"

The sudden loud vomiting interrupted Fushimi's opening his mouth to speak. The young man wearing black-framed glasses looked over with a sullen face, his brows twitched in shock, and after holding back for a long time, he still couldn't hold back, and asked, "What are you talking about?" What did you have for lunch?"

Dazai lowered his head to the ground wah wah wah dumping waste, he just vomited out a rainbow waterfall in his human body!

The colorful ones!

——So what on earth did you eat? Even the vomit is colored!

Fushimi's full of complaints were stuck in his throat and blocked into a ball. This phenomenon that violated the common sense of chemistry made him uncontrollably think of Vice President Awashima's red bean paste, and he had an inexplicable attraction to Dazai for a moment. sympathetic compassion.

Munakata probably also thought of it with him, he was fascinated to watch Dazai wah wah wah make a rainbow, the joy that had been floating on the surface along the way faded a bit, revealing a certain seriousness and sharpness that belonged to the head of S[-] .

The pair of purple eyes moved over, and Jingu Jiquan tensed up, knowing that the next problem might not be easy, after all, thinking about Munakata's sensitivity and sharpness that surpasses ordinary people...

Just when Jingu Jiquan was mentally prepared to accept Munakata's inquiry, and frantically organized words in his heart to explain why he would come back from the dead, Munakata suddenly asked a question that was wrong: "They Why haven't you followed?"

This question is not in any of Jingujiquan's coping guides at all. He was stunned for a second. The balloon in his heart seemed to be bitten by a mosquito, and it exploded with a snap. The gas inside was invisible and intangible. , mixed with the outside air.

"Uh... what?" He subconsciously asked back, his thoughts still nervously stopped in what he was thinking just now.

Munakata adjusted his glasses, and there seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes, as if mischievous, he touched Jingujiquan's face and walked away.

Fushimi's brain turns quickly. After all, he has been with Munakata for so many years, and he can always guess Munakata's mind in many cases.

The young man, who has been holding the computer for many years and has not been able to get enough sleep, turned his head and looked at the road they came from.

I don't know when the fog has quietly filled in, and without a sound, before anyone of them notices, it has already pulled the visibility to ten meters, and the barren plain and rough road that they rushed over ten meters away are covered in the sky. In the thick fog, it's like being swallowed by a monster. You know it's there, but you can't see it anyway.

It was very quiet all around, whether it was the sound of people or vehicles, they all disappeared into the fog, and the car that had been following them to transport the security commissioner was gone.

Munakata looked down at the watch on his wrist: "I'm sure they were still behind 10 minutes ago, and they sent the map for calibrating the route, so they disappeared, it should be after we stopped the car. The fog came too much. It's strange that none of us noticed it, it's really..."

The room chief of S[-] smiled inexplicably, that smile was always modest and polite, but they could easily feel the cautious emotion hidden underneath.Munakata's voice dragged to the end and slowly lowered, and the voice was hooked around the tip of the tongue in his mouth, a little vague, "It's very interesting..."

Then, his eyes stayed on the dial, as if a flower grew out of it or a pig popped out, and he didn't move away after looking at it for a long time.

Fushimi was speechless impatiently, one hand was still pressed on the long sword at his waist, his eyes were vigilant about his surroundings, and his tone was obviously unhappy: "Did you suddenly not know how to look at the watch? Two pointers at twelve o'clock , what can't you understand?"

Zongxiang knew the arrogant nature of this subordinate very well, and he didn't see the anger of being stunned at all. Instead, he looked very interested: "Oh, I have never seen such a watch before."

He raised his wrist and flipped it slightly, turning the dial toward them.

Under the round transparent crystal, there are twelve Roman numerals evenly distributed in a circle, and the light golden hands seem to be wound up by someone, making circular motions crazily, and their speed is so fast that they almost go beyond the machine The limit that can be achieved, Jingongjiquan even felt that he seemed to see a light golden phantom drawn by the tail of the pointer in a trance.

"..."

Fushimi and Jinguji Izumi, who looked at the dial, were silent.

They have never seen such a... wild watch.

Fushimi asked with difficulty: "Did you... install some small thrusters or something on it?"

Munakata raised an eyebrow, looking at Fushimi as if caring for a weak child, full of father's love: "So Fushimi-kun would have such cute thoughts?"

Fushimi felt a little silly just after saying this, but he was still very upset when Munakata pointed it out: "I think I am mature compared to your obsession with ninjas."

The eyebrow on the other side of Munakata also raised. He was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes with great interest, the purple pupils under the lens were shining: "Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered a story."

Fushimi's expression tightened, and he immediately said, "Wait a minute—"

Munakata over there has already cleared his throat and said: "Once upon a time, there was a tomato, he fell into the soup, so it turned into tomato soup, and an egg passed by to save him, and it fell into it, so it turned into tomato soup." Turned into tomato and egg soup."

The scene became extremely quiet for a while, Dazai also stopped vomiting at some point, and was looking at Munakata with his mouth half open.

Munakata laughed twice, looked expectantly at Fushimi, and then at Jingujiquan: "How? This is a joke I have kept for a long time. It is the best way to enliven the atmosphere and relieve stress. very successful."

Before he could finish his sentence, Dazai opened his mouth again, and this time he sincerely mocked Munakata with his physical reaction: "Ugh—"

Munakata was attracted by the sound, and Fushimi and Jingujiquan had an expression called "relieved" at the same time.

Anyway, listening to Munakata telling jokes was really too scary. Compared to this, they would rather face this weird thick fog.

Huh, if you think about it this way, the pressure from facing the fog just now has really eased a lot.

There was a flash of understanding on Jingujiquan's face, so what matters is not the joke, but the person who tells the joke!

"This should be... the abnormality caused by the containment. If you want to go out, you shouldn't be able to go out, so let's go in." The room chief of S[-] naturally has the ability to control the overall situation, and he has completed the next step within a short period of time. plan.

Dazai put half of his body on Jingujiquan's body, his face was still frighteningly pale, and he would not walk until he had to drag him, staring at the mist with smiling eyes: "Yes, if you don't go, maybe the next second Another self will emerge from the fog."

Jingujiquan imagined this scene subconsciously, and goosebumps came out all over his body: "Hey, can you stop saying such disgusting things? This kind of plot in comics is impossible."

Dazai just laughed, neither saying good nor bad, and after a long time, he slowly answered: "And maybe there is a dragon hidden in the fog, and this fog is spit out by it."

"It's getting more and more magical. Are you conceiving some literary work? You have a good idea, you can write it out and see." Jingongjiquan commented expressionlessly, shaking his shoulders, "Can you go down and walk by yourself? ?”

"I can't~I want Izumi's back~" The young man with dark brown curly hair stuck it sticky immediately, clasping Jinguji Izumi's arm tightly with one hand, and said coquettish words, but his eyes were bright and sharp, trying to penetrate directly. Look into this barren building through all the obstacles in front of you.

Munakata pressed the sword "Sirius" on his waist with one hand, looked up at the height of the building, counted the floors to six, and then walked in first.

They all wore tight-fitting uniforms and boots for the convenience of their missions. The hem of Jinguji Izumi’s white coat scraped against the half-person-high grass blades, making a rustling sound. In front of them was the Munakata who opened the way, and behind him was Fushimi pressing the tail. The long grass was stepped on and then slowly returned to its upright position after the humans walked by, quickly engulfing their figures in the green and yellow mess.

Passing through the 20-meter-wide grassland, the statue stopped at the edge of the grassland. In front of it was a small fountain, about ten square meters in circles. The pool had dried up, and the marble Madonna with her waist bent and her arms in the center collapsed into three pieces. Blocks covered the whole moldy and rotten bottom of the pool.

Going forward is the dark gate of the hospital. The entrance without the glass door is like the mouth of a beast. You can’t see anything inside. With imagination, a normal person can make up a horror movie. Scared myself half to death.

But it's a pity that these four people this time are not normal people.

A king whose nerves are tough enough to fear fate, a genius who is indifferent to everything except what he is obsessed with, a black man who understands people's hearts and is familiar with the most subtle horrors of human nature, and... a man who has been blessed by the gods and has seen the world Human beings of all kinds, good and evil.

It doesn't sound like a good thing.

So they didn't even pause for a moment, they swaggered up the steps made of stones.

The moment he stepped into the gate, Dazai raised his head abruptly, sniffed the air twice like a puppy, showing a disgusted expression: "I seem to smell a very disgusting smell... "

Jingujiquan looked at him suspiciously: "What's the smell?"

He also followed Dazai's example and sniffed the air twice, only to smell the dusty smell all over his nose, and couldn't help but sneezed.

Fushimi sniffed his nose unobtrusively, and looked at Dazai suspiciously.

I don't know what's going on, even though he hasn't said a word to this man, he just doesn't have a good impression of him for some reason.

Well, he actually doesn't like most humans.

Troublesome bosses are on the same level as unpalatable red bean paste, noisy colleagues are on the same level as endless business duties, annoying vegetables are on the same level as Misaki’s game console that keeps malfunctioning...

Fushimi's thoughts stopped here.

Then several other people looked blankly at the black-haired young man who suddenly clicked his tongue, and the unhappiness in their eyes became heavier.

The hospital's architectural structure determines that it cannot rely on natural light sources for lighting. The long passages are narrow and cramped. The corridors without lighting are like the wriggling intestines and stomachs of monsters. Walking in them feels like a trance that will never end in a lifetime.

Most of the doors of the wards on both sides were closed, and Munakata raised his hand and unscrewed the door of one ward. The door, which had been in disrepair, creaked open, making a loud noise, giving people a feeling of waking up from a deep sleep in the dark. The déjà vu of a monster.

In the dim light, they could see the messy furnishings inside. It seemed that the hospital was closed in a hurry. The mobile beds were dragged in a haphazard manner in the ward, and the bed sheets and various medical equipment were piled up on the bed.

Fushimi used the scabbard of his saber to pick up an empty bag scattered on the ground. The transparent infusion bag was covered with a thick layer of ash, and when Fushimi moved, pieces of ash shells fell down.

With one hand on his glasses, Munakata bent down to look at the bag, but his movements froze halfway.

A fine speck of dust settled on his glasses.

Munakata slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

The old ceiling is different from those floors made of reinforced concrete. If you move it hard, it will vibrate and some dust will fall.

Now, the ceiling above them was vibrating slightly.

Someone is walking on it.