save the judge

The height of nearly 20 meters is barely acceptable for Fu Sangshen. Tsurumaru jumped down from the upstairs with Jingujiquan in his arms, and the snow-white feathers were filled with wind behind him, and they bulged out as light as wings beautiful shape.

Jingongjiquan, who was firmly protected by Fu Sangshen in his arms, hadn't felt the tearing of the gust of wind, his body sank heavily, Tsurumaru rolled on the ground to relieve the momentum of the fall, and lay down on the ground with the momentum, life and death Moved.

"Ah, what a big surprise, Lord Hall, you actually found such a fun place when I was away. Is this a gift to welcome me?" Tsurumaru looked at the foggy sky, and Chuya beat him With the furious roar of Long Shi and the loud noise of the buildings colliding, broken bricks, stones and cement would rain down from time to time, but he still lay lazily on the ground, unable to move even Jingujiquan .

Jingujiquan was pressed on the chest by Tsurumaru, and after struggling twice, he couldn't get up, so he had to accept his fate and put his head on Tsurumaru's chest, listening to Fu Sangshen's steady and powerful heartbeat through several layers of soft fabric: "This is also true. Is it a gift? Tsurumaru, your request is too low!"

He couldn't help complaining.

Tsurumaru shook his arm with a smile, as if shaking a fragile and soft baby: "Don't say that in the main palace."

He pressed the second half of the sentence back under the tip of his tongue.

——Because there are only the two of us here, even the barren ruins in the wilderness will become like a paradise lost in the world.

The foggy sky suddenly became a little darker, and a dark blue cloud floated over to block Tsurumaru's sight.

"Yo~ See you again~"

The strange tone with the tilde was full of figurative elation, a dark brown curly head leaned over, and the handsome young man held an umbrella in his hand, with four fingers bent down in his free hand, Make a lively and cute greeting gesture.

If this gesture was done by a young girl, it would be very cute. It is amazing that it is not against such a young man with a slender body.

——No, this should not be a problem with gestures, but a problem with Dazai.

Jingu Jiquan stared deeply at Dazai for a few seconds, thinking silently, Dazai's devilish temperament is probably the type that would not surprise people even if he wears women's clothing one day...

"Why are you here?"

Tsurumaru had already sensed that someone was approaching, and the only reason why he didn't draw his sword violently was because he knew this person.

Jingujiquan pressed Tsurumaru's waist again and tried to get up, this time the attempt was very successful, Fu Sangshen was still lying sprawled on the ground, he stood up and straightened his clothes, and looked at Dazai.

The young man with dark brown hair didn't look as relaxed as when he left just now. The tail of the long sand-colored windbreaker was full of dirty dust, the sleeves and neckline were wrinkled, and his hair was also covered with a layer of damp water. The stains made the soft, fluffy curls slightly tangled together.

But he wondered if it was water after all.

Jingujiizumi looked into Dazai's eyes, those iris-purple eyes were bent, and there was scarlet sea water flowing quietly in the bottom of his eyes.

Shh, don't ask.

He saw such words in those beautiful smiling eyes.

"Of course it's because Chuya is here!" Dazai answered Jingujiquan's question with a smile, "The owner always wants to be with his dog, and if the rein is loose, the pet will run away, so you must supervise! "

Jingongjiquan filtered this abnormal-sounding sentence: "So what did you encounter?"

Dazai twirled the handle of the umbrella in his hand nimbly, and the dark blue umbrella surface above his head bloomed like a blooming flower, and the opened edge made circles of blurred gradient colors in rapid rotation.

"It's nothing, I fought with that big tentacle monster, was chased and bitten by a group of zombie-like things, and then jumped out of the window, and ran into this dragon that was spitting bubbles... This place is really Interesting, like a poor reality patchwork of a lot of fantasy stories, everything."

When Dazai complained like this, the curiosity in his eyes was so bright that it was about to sparkle.

...It is obvious that it looks like it is enjoying it.

Tsurumaru jumped up and put his head together: "Zombie? What is this?"

Fu Sangshen, who has never been exposed to popular culture in the world, has the most sincere and bright curiosity in the world for all unknown things.

The iris-purple and bright-gold pupils looked at each other for a moment, Dazai didn't know what he saw in Tsurumaru's eyes, he blinked twice, then took a step back suddenly, his face paled, he stretched out his fingers and pointed at the two of them tremblingly: "Ah?! You, you! You actually!"

Before he could say anything, Tsurumaru's expression changed a bit.

Jingujiquan was taken aback by his surprise, looked at him inexplicably, then at Tsurumaru: "What's wrong with us?"

In Tsurumaru's sight, Dazai retracted his hand and raised his chin, terrified of being beaten up: "Ah, I was wrong."

The corner of Tsurumaru's mouth twitched, and the inexplicable look on Jingujiquan's face became more intense.

No one can make Dazai say what he doesn't want to say. The man who was ridiculed as "mastering the script" turned his head and looked at the midair where the battle was raging. His dark transparent pupils reflected the orange hair that was tossing and turning on the dragon. The Shadow of Youth: "No matter how many times I watch it, I have to admire the vitality of this little dwarf."

This sentence doesn't sound like a compliment, Dazai!

Jingujiquan gave him a soft blow in his heart.

"Aren't you worried about him?" Jingongjiquan, who was on the sidelines, looked at Zhongya's opening and closing movements, as if he was watching a person dancing on the tip of a cliff, and his heart went up and down.

Dazai obviously didn't realize Jingujiquan's slander, and turned the umbrella he picked up from a corner in his hand quickly and slowly to an afterimage: "That dragon, I have already killed it once, and I can kill it once. , you can have a second time, and you are not even afraid of your real body, so why worry about this stinking wreck?"

He spoke slowly.

Jingongjiquan frowned: "Have you killed him once?"

The dark blue umbrella suddenly stopped spinning, and the kite-purple eyes reflected the appearance of the silver-white dragon imprisoned in mid-air, and the expression on his face was still unbelievably gentle: "Yes."

"Shortly after you left, some things happened. This dragon also appeared and was killed by Zhong. It's a pity that I didn't see it at the time. I really want to watch the live version in my dreams. So I said , here is like a clumsy reality pieced together by many story fragments, our memories, and those fictional creatures and stories are staged here in turn, so that we have to run for our lives all the way, sewing this abandoned hospital into a four-faced ghost Story Base."

Dazai's tone was as smooth as silk, and Jingujiquan seemed to think of something for a moment, and the thought fragments he caught slipped away through his fingers, leaving a faint afterimage.

Fiction?

escape?

He was out of his mind for a short while, and the long silver-white dragon tumbling in mid-air let out a long and long howl. Nakahara Nakaya, holding the uplifted building in his hand, fell into the air, and the bottom of the building instantly covered the dragon's body. A silver-white tail flashed under the dilapidated building, and before it could flap its wings and take off, it was pushed down crazily by the huge weight exerted on its body.

"boom--"

A deafening sound resounded very close. The shock wave from the building's impact on the ground created a shock wave on the ground, and the strong wind instantly knocked Jingujiquan a few meters away. Teraizumi's wrist, the two of them were swept out together.

Dazai held up the umbrella, not knowing whether he was looking for it at a good angle or what, but stood firmly on the spot against the wind, watching the dragon being crushed by the building, roaring unwillingly, while being held by the building. Its own weight sank and crushed.

Standing on the top of the building, Nakahara Nakaya pressed his hands on the floor, raised his head and let out a crazy laugh, the dark red force field covering his body followed his mind to envelop the whole building, which was beyond doubt by the changed law of gravity Slowly but firmly, the building sank downward.

The fighting young man is like the lightest bird in the sky, surrounded by fire and brilliant flames, he falls from the sky accompanied by the roar of a dragon bell and the sharp wind that pierces the air, like a king announcing his arrival, gloomy The bright orange red under the sky seemed to be burning, and together with the dark red blood on his body, the glowing soul almost suffocated Osamu Dazai who was immersed in it.

Through this familiar figure, he saw the appearance of the clouds rolling down, the flying orange hair burned his throat, scalding all the way down from the neck, hotter than anything else, Burning, boiling, hissing, pulling out the soul drowned in the dark swamp and kneading it into pieces, turning the internal organs into boiling blood, even the air evaporated in the scorching heat.

The grass rolled and sank, the cement crumbled and collapsed, and the dilapidated buildings that still retained their majestic appearance seemed to be absorbed by the swamp, holding the dragon firmly underneath, and then sank downward.

The thin and dense crackling sound sounded like a summer rainstorm. This was the sound of the external walls of the building being crushed and crumbling under the weight of gravity. The metal window lattices and door frames were squeezed and deformed, and the windows on the first floor were completely sunk. Once you enter the ground floor, you can't see it, and then you can see the second and third floors...

The ground trembled faintly, and the earth was struggling to accept this foreign object that did not belong to itself. The creature that was forced into the ground seemed to be still struggling unwillingly, causing the floors above the ground to tremble.

However, the sinking of the building did not shift due to its will. Nakahara Chuya had two bright red tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. The building completely disappeared on the ground, and he raised his face to meet Dazai who was on the same level.

The subterranean tremor was gone.

A creature that is not of the mortal world is suppressed by a mortal.

The blood-stained mouth of the irrational dragon slayer was opened, and under the messy orange hair was a pair of chaotic pale eyes.

The beast turned its bloody eyes on the young man holding an umbrella not far away.

Tsurumaru and Jingujiquan were blown away by the wind for a certain distance, and when all the movement stopped, the two of them raised their heads and looked over, just in time to see the scene of Dazai taking the exhausted Nakahara into his arms.

"……what happened?"

With a question mark on his head, Tsurumaru froze on the empty ground for two seconds before turning his gaze back to look at the instigator.

Jingujiquan sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression: "Guess?"

Tsurumaru clenched the handle of the knife around his waist with difficulty: "Are all human beings this powerful?"

Dazai held Nakahara Chuya's waist with one hand to prevent him from falling to the ground, and waved the other hand towards this side, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say something, he always ran faster than his mouth The fast mind has already turned dozens of corners.

His sight froze for a moment without focus in mid-air, and then Yuan Zi's pupils lit up slowly, as if he suddenly thought of something.

The dark brown-haired young man opened his eyes and smiled to himself. This smile looked a little distorted, as if he had broken some buried shackles, or discovered some truth that had never been discovered before.

He turned his head, looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was sleeping unconscious, and at Jinguji Spring not far away.

"—"

He was talking to Jingujiquan, but because the distance was a bit far away, he didn't deliberately raise the volume, Jingujiquan couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Are you talking—huh?!"

Jingujiquan's eyes widened.

The fog around the ground dissipated at a rapid speed after the dragon was crushed into the ground, and the temperatureless sunlight shone down, making the two figures in the light more and more blurred, as if a piece of frosted glass was inserted between them. Even the outlines of human figures are dissipating.

"Hey, can we go back?" Dazai understood what happened in the blink of an eye, he turned his head at the last moment, and opened his mouth to Jingujiquan again——

"...do you have a past you can't forget, whether it's a dream or a nightmare?"

Jingujiquan speeded up and ran over, only to hear Dazai's last words with a smile. It seemed that in order not to wake up the sleeping person in his arms, the already soft voice was slightly elongated, so this gentle farewell has its own meaning. It has the hoarse and continuous charm of a witch chanting a spell.

"Now, it's time to wake up."

He blinked his eyes lightly, and there was a bright smile that understood everything at the corner of his mouth. After leaving this last reminder, he disappeared on the spot.