save the judge

Dazai Osamu may have exerted all his life's strength to launch this "disqualification in the world". After he let go, Jingu Jiquan was surprised to find that he could not find any traces belonging to the three fusangshen, and just Like they never showed up.

He quickly turned his head and glanced around. The place where Sanriyue and the others were standing was just empty, and the three-shin sword fell on the ground.

Dazai held his face in both hands, and elongated his voice meanly: "Ah~ Yah~ I'm gone~"

Jingujiquan has been very calm since hearing Dazai's words, and he has no panic about his own things being missed: "So the Armed Detective Agency is going to break the contract?"

Dazai opened his eyes wide, and his clear pupils were full of real daze: "Who said that? Business depends on integrity. How could we do such a thing as breaking a contract!"

Jingujiquan pointed out unceremoniously: "But the contract we signed at that time is that you will protect me and my collection until the complete handover."

The dark brown-haired young man blinked his eyes, the curly hair on his forehead was blown to and fro by the wind, he stretched out a finger to brush his hair away: "No, no, the contract signed at that time only protected you, other It's just a verbal incident."

The young man who once reached the cadre level in the mafia showed a dark smile: "I respect the procedure very much!"

Jingujiquan glanced at him speechlessly, moved his stiff hands and feet blown by the wind, got up from the ground, and walked over to pick up the three-strike sword that fell on the ground.

The sea breeze here is really chilly. Jingujiquan didn't pay attention when he passed a stone, and almost tripped over. He took a breath of icy air, his lungs contracted, and the sharp and cold chill pierced his spine into his stomach. Like a rusty blade, it went straight into his body and violently stirred it a few times.

The metal part of the scabbard was a bit tight, Jingu Jiquan held the two-shin tachi in his hand, and the short knife was casually inserted in his belt, nodded to Dazai very distantly, turned around and was about to leave.

Osamu Dazai didn't stop him, just sat there swaying, happily watching this thin figure go farther and farther in the wind, and finally disappeared into the dark night.

It was past three o'clock in the morning when he returned to the hotel, and the sky in Yokohama was a burning bright orange red. Watching the sky from the corridor, probably due to the work and rest of the elderly, he always gets up very early.

In fact, most of the swords were born relatively early, especially the few swords that were born in the Heian period.

Tsurumaru seems to have no need to sleep, he must have contributed to the first noisy human voice of Honmaru early in the morning; Kagemaru strictly abides by Honmaru's schedule, and basically never gets up late; and another Yizhen is younger than Sankayue The much larger Ping An Laodao is the complete opposite-Higakiri is almost a model of the laziness of the hommaru sangshen, and he has no psychological burden at all to ask his younger brother to help him with such things.

Jingongjiquan persuaded Xiwan several times not to let that shameless black-bellied old knife like this, at least he should always know the truth of doing his own things like this.And the conscientious Oududou in a group of black-hearted Pingan Dao will hold the mustache-cut clothes with a face of embarrassment, look around, and the imposing eyes when looking directly at people are a bit shy: "But ...Anijia went to bed late yesterday...Besides, there are not many things to do, anyway, my clothes also need to be washed, so it's not troublesome to wash them off..."

"Anijia said it's a bit cold today..."

"Anijia said he had insomnia last night..."

"Anijia said that today's shift is his turn to rest..."

"Anija said..."

Take a break!With you here, your Anijia will not rest someday!

Jingujiquan was also speechless about Higiri's ever-changing reasons, and what was even more unbelievable was that Kenmaru seemed to really believe it!What kind of sword of conscience is this that can easily deceive a respected and beloved brother!

"So, even if you want to bully, you can't catch Keimaru to bully alone, can you?" Finally one day, out of sympathy for his subordinates, Jingujiquan ran to Genji's room, lifted the bed and faced only A blond-headed mustache protested.

Sleeping in a daze, Tachi seemed to have a strange sense of innocence. His skin was already fair, and the brown buckwheat pillow on his pillow made his chin look thinner and his skin was transparent. His messy light-blond short hair was scattered on the pillow, revealing his smooth forehead. , sleeping innocently like a child.

Seeing the God Judge approaching, this Zhenping old knife was not shy, fluttering his long eyelashes, his cat/eyes were squinted, a light red halo opened at the end of his eyes, and his voice was slightly faint when he just woke up. Hoarse and lazy, it took away the usual sweetness and highlighted the unique aggressiveness of men.

"I didn't bully him..." The blond sword was not angry when the quilt was lifted, and he stretched out his hand to cover himself with the quilt lazily, with a blank expression of "what are you talking about?" Be happy. In order to make my younger brother happy, it is very difficult for me to do it, for example, I have to be questioned by the head of the family early."

Outside the closed curtain door, just ran past the happy back of Kewan holding his clothes.

Jingujiquan choked: Knee pills!You are not up to date!

But it's not like Higakiri doesn't have early mornings.

In the days when Jingujiquan just woke up, it was always difficult to fall asleep, probably because he had been asleep for so long that he had a physical aversion to "sleep", and because of his poor health , Every time I fell asleep, I was so tired that I couldn’t wake up, and when I woke up, my whole body was sore and tired.

In order not to worry his servants, he always kept his eyes open and looked at the ceiling until dawn. This trick worked, at least Fu Sangshen didn't find out the fact that he didn't sleep at night.

Until one day it was Higiri's turn to be on night duty.

He also knows the character of Zhenfu Sangshen, he always seems to be indifferent to everything, he is simply far away from the world outside of battle, and he is lazy, and he will probably fall asleep in a short time.

Jingujiquan thought so, and waited for the handover of the attendant, the light-blond Tachi came to see him according to the rules, and then sat across a door and waited for him to fall asleep.

This is just the program of Honmaru. After the God Judge falls asleep, the servant will go to the next room to sleep. After all, the God Judge will not encounter any real danger if he stays in the pill.

Jingujiquan was already very experienced in dealing with this matter. He relaxed his body, ignoring the lingering pain that all parts of his body were clamoring and protesting, and tried to breathe calmly and long, pretending that he had fallen asleep.This trick has always been tried and tested against other Fu Sangshen, and even the medicine research team has been deceived more than once, and no one has broken it so far.

Counting silently to six thousand six hundred in his heart, he heard the rustling of clothes and deliberately lowered footsteps coming from the door, probably mustache was going to the next door, he thought so, and then he heard his voice The sound of the curtain door being pulled open.

What the hell? !

He was startled, and his breathing paused for a moment.

The blond-haired Taidao seemed to have a muffled laugh, then squatted beside him, and spoke in a soft and smiling voice: "Can't the owner sleep? Let's go to the kitchen to steal something to eat?"

Having been seen through, Jingujiquan opened his eyes resignedly, not knowing what to say, looking into those beautiful amber golden eyes, he said for a long time, "This kind of invitation is more suitable for Tsurumaru, right?"

Hidekiri was still smiling, reaching out to hug Jingujiquan, brushing the neck of the human being with his black gloved hand, half supporting him, half holding him up, leaning on his arms: "The master is so prejudiced against me. Heavy."

There was a smile in his tone, and he didn't say any prejudice. He took out the thick coat that was placed next to the pillow and wrapped it around Jinguji Izumi. He paused when his bare wrist touched Jinguji Izumi's fingers.

The skin on the wrist is very sensitive, and when the cold fingertips touch it, it feels like being pricked by ice.

Hidekiri curled his reddish lips, and held Izumi Jinguji with one hand, so he naturally put his hand to his mouth, bit the cloth on his fingertips, and took off the glove.

The hands wrapped in black cloth were revealed, and the hands that had not seen the light all year round had a pale and delicate texture, not inferior to Jingujiquan's sickly whiteness.He held Jingongjiquan's hand with one hand, a little surprised: "The head of the family has been sleeping for so long, is it still so cold?"

Jingujiquan murmured vaguely, and quickly passed the point: "Is there any food in the kitchen? The candle holders should have been cleaned up."

Mustache hummed, and didn't know if he was listening to him, and lowered his head very seriously—helping him put on his gloves.

The gloves that had just been taken off still carried Fu Sangshen's scorching body temperature, and slowly wrapped his fingers against the cold skin.To be honest, Higakiri doesn't have much talent for taking care of people. Compared with the knives who are proficient in this way, his movements have a stiff sense of stiffness.

But Jingujiquan didn't say anything, and let him fiddle with his hands.

Then he was pulled by this old Ping An old knife who was inexplicably childlike, and really went to steal the kitchen.

Candlestick cut has a delicate and serious personality. Every day before going to bed, the kitchen is tidied up. All the vegetables and vegetables are neatly arranged, and other things are also placed in place. Maybe every chef who cooks has such obsessive-compulsive disorder. Had to line up pots and pans as if they were never used.

So it's not uncommon to find leftover food in the kitchen.

Especially the situation of Honmaru is already difficult. The food of the day is all eaten on the same day, so there is no surplus for people to steal.

As a result, Jingujiquan watched as Higakiri pulled out a burnt black... sweet potato from the ashes under the stove.

? ? ?Where are the sweet potatoes? !

Higakiri made a "hush" gesture to him, with cat eyes bent, with an innocent and innocent face: "Mutsu Mori brought it back, Yaken said you can't eat roasted ones, but it's really sweet... Do you mainly eat?"

He seemed to ask casually, he had already peeled off the skin of the sweet potato with his hands and feet, and the thick browned and reddish juice immediately dripped down his fingertips, and the rich aroma spread out, Jingongjiquan said "don't eat" Immediately blocked the mouth of the throat.

Mmm...it smells so good.

Jinguji Izumi, who hid in the kitchen and sliced ​​a roasted sweet potato with his mustache, thought about it later.

The warm food slides down the stomach, the warmth radiates from the body, and the long-lost soothing sleepiness surges up, not the kind of tiredness caused by illness, but the natural drowsiness of human beings after sleepiness.

He leaned against Mustache and listened to Mustache while peeling sweet potatoes, while saying a few words from time to time, his sweet and gentle voice was very low, which brought him into a dreamless sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, he woke up by himself, and then found another person lying beside him, with amber gold eyes open, looking at him with a smile, playing with his hair with one hand, eyes in his eyes The light was completely calm, and it didn't look like he had just woken up.

At that time, the sky was just waking up, and the morning light outside the window was gorgeous and vast. It was the first time Jingongjiquan saw him wake up so early.

Then the blond Fu Sangshen looked at him in the bright reddish morning light, with a soft and sweet smile on his beautiful face: "Good morning, Patriarch."