save the judge

Later, Dazai arrived in Yokohama by being lumped up and stuffed in the trunk.

His supernatural ability is really against the sky. Both Sankaiyue and Tsurumaru's Fusangshen form were judged to be supernormal abilities. It can be said that they were restrained by Dazai's disqualification in the human world. The angry Tsurumaru almost knocked off the entire road. , In the end, under the sneak attack of the scheming old knife Mikazuki, let this over-skinned young man lie down on the spot - of course, the indispensable help of Mr. Kunikida.

After all, drivers also hope to have a quiet driving environment.

Yokohama Hotel is one of the landmark buildings in Yokohama City. It implements the policy of "no problem that can be solved with money". It not only provides customers with the supreme emperor-like enjoyment, but also provides the atmosphere like renting a palace. Expenses bill.

However, the Jinguji family was not short of money. Not only did they have a luxury suite on the top floor of Jingujiquan, but they also booked rooms for two people from the detective agency.

Dazai leaned on the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down. The road in Yokohama was winding with traffic made up of Beetles. Looking across from here, he could see the top of a very aesthetically pleasing building behind the tall buildings.

That's another Yokohama landmark: the headquarters of the Port Mafia.

Kunikida pushed the door open and came in, and saw someone looking down from the window at a glance, those previous convictions exploded in his mind like fireworks, and the blond serious man yelled angrily: "Dazai! Don't jump! "

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

Then the suicide lover who couldn't explain himself was strangled by a grabbing hand, pulled down from the window sill, and pressed firmly to the ground.

Osamu Dazai caught off guard and ate a mouthful of carpet hair:! ! !

"Puff! Bah, bah, bah!" A head of dark brown curly hair stuck to his cheeks, and for the first time, Dazai felt that his partner should also be black when peeled off.

And don't think he doesn't know!If you want to save someone, hug your waist and drag it down, just press your face to the ground. What does it mean? !

Jingujiquan, who leaned against the door and watched the whole process, subtly twitched the corner of his mouth, and applauded quietly with his fingertips, and happened to meet Dazai who was looking over.

Jingujiquan, who was still applauding: ... so embarrassing.

Then he blinked, pressed his heart suddenly, covered his mouth with one hand and began to cough, coughing so that his whole body trembled tremblingly, as if he was about to cough up blood in the next second.

His posture caused Dazai's face to change strangely, as if he saw someone familiar.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida was terrified by his coughing posture, he hesitated to come over and take a look, but he didn't know what to do, so he looked around in the same place, Mr. Received the formation.

"Well... I just want to say that I have received an invitation from the museum, and I will go there tomorrow; there is also a private banquet the night after tomorrow, where the security level is very high, if you don't want to go, you can count it as a paid vacation. .”

Jingu Jiizumi smiled, and Dazai threw himself on the bed and kicked off the quilt cheerfully: "Paid vacation! Paid vacation!"

A vein popped out of Kunikida's forehead suddenly: "You are obviously sabotaging your work every day!"

Dazai raised a finger, with an expression that looked like a beating: "Reducing the workload by one's own ability, that's not called passive sabotage! It's obviously a smart working method!"

"Damn smart work! Is that why you threw all the reports at Nakajima-kun?!"

The two started arguing again, and Jingujiquan returned to his room in silence. There was already someone sitting in the good seat in front of the window sill. Fu Sangshen, who was elegant and incompatible with the surrounding environment, turned his head with a smile, and raised the teacup in his hand: "My lord, do you want some tea?"

Fu Sangshen's attire is determined by the scabbard. In addition to the original scabbard, there is usually a common template white scabbard for replacement. As for the white scabbard's clothing, it is determined by the inquisitor when he adds spiritual power to the white scabbard.

Jingujiquan's imagination is very lacking. When adding spiritual power to the white sheath of Crescent Moon, he racked his brains and could only think of a white shirt and black pants.So the man smiling at him now is dressed in a simple to clean black and white outfit. Two buttons on the neckline are unbuttoned, revealing an almost attractive collarbone line. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to the elbow. radian.

"Why are you alone? Where's Tsurumaru?" Jingongjiquan asked casually, and saw Sankaiyue pondering for a while, then slowly laughed: "He, he went out to play."

After all, this is such an interesting place, and the supernatural powers I saw from Dazai are just the tip of the iceberg, how could Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who is so curious, be able to resist staying in the hotel all the time.

Jingu Jiquan didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he just had fun, and he was not a black-hearted boss who oppressed his employees and didn't let them have leisure time.

Stretching out his hand to pick up the invitation that had just been delivered, Jingu Jiquan thought for a moment.

The Jinguji family has a lot of in-laws, almost all over the upper class in Japan. Most of them have good or bad relationships. They usually take care of each other and help each other if they can.

This invitation was sent by the in-laws. I heard that Jinguji Spring had arrived in Yokohama. It just so happened that a certain family released an invitation to invite people to appreciate antiques. There is no one more powerful than the Jinguji family in this regard, so the person who got the news By the way, I also forwarded an invitation to Jingujiquan.

Hattori...

Jingujiquan glanced at this surname, it seems that the head of the police headquarters in Osaka Prefecture also has this surname?

Throwing the invitation card on the table casually, his eyes turned to the two metal boxes that were set aside.

With a click, the combination lock popped open, revealing the dagger that was securely wrapped in silk cloth and anti-shock foam. San Riyue just turned her head, took a look, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "Oh, it's Yaken-kun, Is the Lord going to summon him? After all, he is very, very worried about you."

The word "very" was repeated twice by Sanriyue with an accent.

He didn't lie. Ever since the interrogator passed out due to an accident in Honmaru, Yakuken Toshiro was the one who worried and blamed himself the most.The black-haired dagger has always thought that if he hadn't agreed to let the judge go to the backyard, he wouldn't have been smashed. Although this logic is too tortuous and bizarre and seems to be a bit rote, the drug research is terribly self-blame, even if the first issue It's useless to untie it with a shake.

Unlike the other fusangshen who came to Honmaru later, Yakuken has been by his side since Jingujiquan came to Honmaru, and he even picked up the god judge from the hospital.

Yao Yan knows better than anyone else the physical condition of the God-inspector. He used to stay beside the sleepy God-inspector day and night. From hope to numbness, hope was rekindled...

In fact, it was not only him. After Jingongsiquan woke up, the early batch of swords couldn't help but resist seeing the god-inspector sleeping. The feeling is hard to describe, but it really exists.

The soul of the god judge is unstable. It is lucky to wake up for the first time, and it is a gift from heaven to wake up for the second time. But who can guarantee that there will be such luck for the third time?

Yaoyan has locked himself in the hand room for the past few days, and spread all kinds of books on the floor. Combining what Baishi once told them about the soul shattering of the god-inspector who was frightened by monsters, he frantically Searching for relevant information.

But let alone such a rare disease as broken souls, there are very few books about souls in it, and they are gods themselves, proficient in the art of manipulating human souls, after all, divine concealment is a kind of magic performed on human souls , using the name of a human to hide his soul is essentially a method of capturing the soul.

But it doesn't work, they can't hide from the gods, this behavior seriously violates the honor and pride of their swords.

Until the day when Sanriyue was summoned, Yaoyan locked himself in the room and searched hard. He didn't know if there was any result, but seeing that Jingujiquan was still standing in front of him, he should be able to know the result.

"Hmm..." Jingujiquan looked at the dagger in the box hesitantly, still a little hesitant.

After all, he also failed to summon Maeda Toshiro at that time, what if it is the same this time, and most importantly, this Zhenyaoken is going to be returned to someone else!

What should I do if Fu Sangshen is summoned?Give it to someone else along with Fu Sangshen?Regardless of whether Fu Sangshen agrees or disagrees, Jingong Siquan himself will not be able to pass this test.

"The Zhenmaedian Fujishiro in your mansion didn't pay Sangshen to rely on." Sankaiyue seemed to see his thoughts, and said slowly, "There is a heavy scratch on the body of the knife. The vibration knife, depending on the age, Probably before the time when Fu Sangshen could be born, he had already died."

Those eyes that had been half closed all the time raised their eyelids slightly, revealing the hidden sky and crescent moon, and there was a faint smile flowing in it: "But this Zhenyao Kentoshiro is alive."

Jingujiquan thought about it, but withdrew his hand.

Sanriyue's smile remained unchanged: "Are you going to give up on him?"

It's not that he can't understand the thoughts of the god judge, but as a colleague, he can feel the anxious pain in Yaoyan's heart. Swords are not qualified to choose their masters, and it is also impossible to demand too much from their masters, but... there will always be a little Gap it.

Always thinking a lot, Ping An Laodao kept that smile, looked at Jingujiquan and gave him a look inexplicably: "Why give up? I have to ask how much it costs to buy this vibration knife...it already belongs to me , how can you give it to others!"

What he said was full of murderous intent, San Riyue was startled, then blinked, and suddenly smiled.

This smile is gentle and beautiful, like a snow-white flower blooming under the moon, each petal is dyed with a touch of moonlight, shining full of splendor in the dim yellow light.

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't smile at me like that, I don't have any thoughts of falling in love yet." Jingujiquan was stunned by that smile, and it took him a while to react, and couldn't help but whitewash this beauty-seeking murderer The old man glanced.

San Riyue, whose face was blurred by the lord's sudden disgust, was extremely innocent: "Master, it's not my grandfather's idea to grow up like this!"

Jingujiquan pushed away his face that was getting closer without hesitation, pressed Yaken Toshiro in the box with one hand, and yelled at him: "But you are the direct beneficiary."

The turquoise light flowed out, winding up along the blade, like a hug, wrapping the dagger.

The next second, accompanied by a burst of cherry blossoms, in the light, a thin and slender boy stood up, with a pair of hard amethyst-like eyes under the black hair, bright and sharp.A deep voice slowly sounded: "General..."

Relying on being taller than others, Jingujiquan stretched out his hand and snorted a short knife's hair: "Hey hey hey."

He smiled softly: "I'm fine."

So, don't show that kind of apologetic and sad expression.