save the judge

Izumi Jinguji has never seen Nakahara Chuya fighting. He knows that the opponent is one of the main cadres of the port mafia, has very powerful abilities, and seems to be the leading master of physical skills in the mafia. Dazai ridiculed him as a Focusing all IQ on fighting, so that there are such stupid slugs in the world.

For Dazai, who has an awkward personality, such innocuous words are already a very warm compliment.

And until today, Jingu Jiquan really realized how powerful the orange-haired youth hidden behind was from Dazai's words.

The whole building was moaning/groaning under the control of Zhongye Zhongyuan, the ground burst into cracks like spider webs, the remaining door frames and walls trembled, and the fine limestone fell like endless rain The person has a head and a face, and the facial features are almost blurred so that there are no ups and downs.

Jingujiquan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve to block the floating dust, and could only hear the rumbling sound of collapsing boulders in his ears.

The vigorous battle ended with a sticky noise. This sound was like the sound of some watery skin being pinched hard. The wet and sticky "crack" sounded a little pathetic, and it sounded like The child was pinched by the door and subconsciously whimpered.

But Nakahara Chuya's expression suddenly changed. He was still holding a prefabricated board that was extremely inconsistent with his figure, and he let out an indistinct grunt from his throat, and threw the board to the ground. While kicking up a large cloud of dust, he walked towards the place where the door turned out to be.

Munakata still had a puzzled expression on his face, holding the saber in his hand and examining the opponent who had suddenly left the battle. Dazai, who was buried in the gravel, had a pensive light in his eyes, and suddenly picked up a stone and threw it weakly behind Yaya's back. Throw: "chuya~ If you run for your life, you can't just worry about yourself, you have to be responsible for your victims!"

The veins on Chuya's forehead twitched, and he turned around and yelled at Dazai: "You can figure out who's victim is who! I said a long time ago that I will kill you next time I see you! Are you kidding me! Asshole Dazai, get lost as far as you can!"

"Crackling"——

Zhongye's voice stopped abruptly, he pursed his lips, hearing that the voice was much closer than last time, and looked at the four innocent people with blank faces...

"I'm sick!"

The cadre of the Port Mafia/Hand Party roared loudly, strode angrily towards Dazai, picked him out from a pile of rubble like a dead fish, with his face full Shaking the dust off the opponent's body twice in disgust, he unceremoniously dragged him to the ground by the collar of his windbreaker: "If you don't want to die, just run away."

Chuya's words were not clear, but based on a certain human body's instinct to foresee danger, they still followed Chuya and ran wildly without saying a word.

No matter how they run, the gurgling voice behind them seems to be clearly ringing in their ears, sticking to their backs like shadows, every corner and every corridor, the voice is constantly amplified, even though they haven't seen it yet. Seeing the thing that made the sound, Jingujiquan had already impaled hundreds of cursed little silver needles on the thing in his heart.

"The cadres of the port mafia/hand party, are you being chased like this by this thing?" Dazai was held up by the middle, with blood on one leg, and he ran wildly - it's not accurate to say that he ran wildly, but rather It might be better to say that Chuya supported him to fly forward at a low altitude without leaving the ground.

On the way to escape, Dazai was very leisurely to tease Chuya.

"...If it were you, as long as you were chased by that thing for a day, you would cry for help and be crushed into a meatloaf that you can't even shovel." Zhong also dragged a taller than him He was a heavy guy with a grumpy tone, but he didn't deny Dazai's words.

He said this originally to emphasize the danger of that thing, but Dazai committed his old habit again, his eyes lit up "bulingbuling": "Sounds like a good way to commit suicide!"

Jingujiquan is different from them, he is a complete weakling, not to mention escaping at their speed, even if he climbs a flight of stairs at full speed, there is a risk of dying. Munakata and Fushimi dragged him He made him barely keep up with Chuya.

"So, so what is that?" Jingongjiquan felt as if countless knives were being stabbed in his throat, and it hurt him even to breathe, and he trembled when he asked questions.

Zhong also didn't look back at him, and slowed down a little: "A monster."

He said gritted his teeth.

The thing that can be evaluated as a monster by non-human beings interpreted by the definition of itself being a monster... Dazai raised his eyes, and his expression was a little half-smile.

"It can't be killed by any means. It looks like a sea monster that has grown into a spirit. It is sticky and has tentacles all over its body. If it catches someone, it will be crushed to the ground and crushed into mud..." Chuya's expression became a little bad, obviously I remembered what scene.

"That big tentacle?" Munakata thought of the thing Chuya was holding as a weapon just now.

"I tore it off, the smallest one." Zhong also added expressionlessly.

After finishing this sentence, he suddenly paused, turned his head quietly and looked around them, and didn't see what he expected, and the disappointment on his face was obvious, but he still planned to try hard in the end: "Hey, did you bring anything to eat?"

Dazai: "?"

Jingujiquan: "?"

Fushimi and Munakata looked at each other, hiding the question marks in their eyes.

Zhong Ye was so infuriated by their dullness that he wanted to ascend to heaven: "This is an abandoned hospital! Don't any of you think about bringing some food before you come in?!"

Jingongjiquan suddenly remembered that whoever sent him the mission notice seemed to have mentioned this, but his mind was full of other things, so he turned his head and threw it behind him.

Dazai hesitated for a while: "Then what have you been eating these days?"

Chuya's face turned blue, this time his silence lasted longer.

In the silence that was only the sound of footsteps, they heard a deep and hoarse voice saying: "I threw away my food reserves when I beat you with them just now."

Fushimi: "...vomit."

Zhong Ye turned around and gave him a hard look: "I don't know why I hated you so much when I first saw you, do you have anything to do with this mackerel—tsk, needless to say, I don't want to hear Your voice."

Dazai's tall and thin body bent down aggrievedly and lay on Nakaya's shoulder, giggling, the gurgling sound behind him disappeared at some point, and Chuya immediately raised his hand and threw Dazai far away.

Just now they ran all the way in a panic, except for Zhong Ye who knew a little bit about the route, the others just followed blindly, and when they stopped, they were already far away from the main building where they came.

Jingujiquan took off his gray glasses and wiped them with the hem of his dirty white coat, but found that they were useless, so he simply folded the glasses and stuffed them into his breast pocket.

This body is a typical perennial nerd. The hardest physical work I have ever done is probably standing on the edge of the test bench and shaking the test tube. It has all the occupational diseases of office creatures, including the fact that it is half blind without glasses.

Fushimi on one side was also cleaning his glasses with a displeased face. Jingujiquan squinted his eyes and looked around. They seemed to have run into the annex building next door. The fog became more and more dense, and even the visibility in the room was reduced It was slowly descending, and soon reached the point where it was difficult to see the people around it clearly.

Dazai sat in the mist in a trance, suddenly extended his arm and poked Chuya: "Chuya?"

"Ah." The orange-haired Hong Kong gangster cadre frowned, with a look of disbelief and bewilderment: "Is he dead?"

Dazai nodded: "Definitely dead."

Chuya's expression became even more confused: "Then how could it be..."

The conversation between these two people had no beginning or end. Fortunately, the other people present were not idiots, so they sensitively found out some information from their conversation.

"Do you know what's going on?" Jingongjiquan was the first to ask.

As soon as Dazai turned his head, he restored his smiling face: "Although it's unbelievable, but I and Zhong also can come here, and the dead things come back to life again. It doesn't sound strange? Don't worry, If my guess is correct, Zhong also can deal with it."

"With such a thick fog, we will get separated sooner or later. Why don't we separate now? Zhongye and I will go to clear the fog first."

Dazai's decision seems to be hasty and hasty, but it makes sense when he thinks about it carefully.

With that said, he stood up and waved to Chaozhong.

It looked like he was greeting a dog, Nakaya raised his chin and sneered at Dazai, walked over slowly, kicked Dazai's waist, and was narrowly avoided by the other party.

"Hey, this is considered a new commission, Izumi-kun? I haven't been on a mission with you for a long time, hahaha."

Dazai dragged Chuya's belt, and hung it on him forcibly, letting him go out with him. At the moment when his figure was submerged in the thick fog, he turned his head and smiled at Jinguji Izumi, his kite-colored eyes curved very gently, The curly dark brown hair fell softly on the cheeks, and the temperament of the Yokohama girl's dream lover flowed out like sunshine and rain.

"Kunikida sometimes nags about you, but this time I can stop him when I go back hahahaha. Goodbye, Izumi-kun~"

He seemed to want to say something else, but after a pause, he was dragged into the mist by Zhong Ye, and he didn't finish what he wanted to say in the end.

In Dazai's timeline, they probably haven't seen each other for a long time, and the reunion and separation seemed too hasty, but Dazai didn't feel sad about parting at all, probably because of his early experience in the mafia. For him, people can Living is something to be happy about.

The milky white mist swirled as if alive, swirling around the corner of Dazai's clothes in a hazy circle, and quickly closed without a single gap, engulfing the two of them together into the unknown front.

And what's left...

Jinguji Izumi smiled dryly, and Munakata maintained a polite smile, pushed his glasses with his index finger, and said, "Izumi-kun?"

Fushimi raised his eyelids, and the emotion in his eyes faded to nothingness. The sudden violent emotion when he heard the room chief call out the identity of Jingujiquan at the door has faded away. Even asking him why he doesn't have the strength to die is very important to Fushimi. All seem redundant.

The young man was so thin that he was holding the sword at his waist with one hand, staring at the ground with lowered eyes, and only occasionally raised his eyelids to glance at the statue.

That man-made death became a topic that S[-] avoided for a long time afterwards. Although Munakata looked the same as usual, everyone could sense the man's self-blame for this matter.

Jingongsiquan was the one who led out the Imperial Pillar Pagoda after repeated guarantees to Dajue on Guochang Road, and he was also the one who persuaded him to come under his command. He naturally had an elder-like responsibility to this young man, but he failed to let him go. He lived under his wings for half a year.

This was a severe blow to Munakata with a strong personality, the kind that could almost destroy his confidence in himself.

But when the dead person appeared in front of him again with a familiar expression, Munakata still maintained his usual smile, the emotion in his eyes was hidden under the deep purple ice, just like what he always showed to outsiders Strong and straight image.

"It seems that you are much better than before." No one mentioned the death, Munakata said with a smile.

The tension in Jingujiquan's heart calmed down, and he also smiled: "Really?"

"Yeah," Munakata nodded slowly, "In the past, you were like a ghost with no direction. You didn't know where you were going or when you could stop. You just walked forward like this, seeming to be living a chic and happy life. It's actually empty."

Jingu Jiquan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Munakata's evaluation of him would be like this.

"But you are full now." Munakata adjusted his glasses again, the smile in his eyes was genuine and gentle, making him look like a warm light.

"Someone put a lot of things in your heart and turned you into a warm person." Fushimi stood aside and heard Munakata's words. He glanced sideways here, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and was immediately caught by him. Level yourself.

"Congratulations." The voice of the room chief of S[-] was deep, thicker than the resonant voice of a cello, and the emotions contained in it were rare and sincere.