save the judge

The battle between a person with abilities and a person without abilities always ends quickly. Dazai nimbly avoided a guy who was thrown to his feet and fell to the ground, and smiled at Kunikida: "Oh, you are very angry today. big?"

Kunikida suppressed the anger in his heart: "Why should I be angry!"

Eh?Dazai blinked.

As I said earlier, Dazai is very smart, so he can always dig out other people's true thoughts from their emotions and subtle expressions. Kunikida looks the worst at talking, but in fact he is the softest. He usually pushes people out without saying hello. He didn't do less things, and he was usually beaten up afterwards. This was the first time he saw Kunikida so angry.

Why?Reasons to make him angry.

This is not a difficult problem to solve, just look for the variable in the event - Jingongjiquan?

Dazai's face became serious: "Is he injured? Or..."

There will always be unexpected changes in every plan. A genius who can easily revive him when he dies.

It stands to reason that he has achieved perfection, not to mention that with the group of Fusangshen around, nothing will happen to Jingongjiquan.

Dazai lazily kicked away the poor bastard who was thrown to his feet, stepped on his belly and boarded the ambulance, and knocked on the car door meaninglessly with his fingers curled up: "Izumi~ I came to see you? Are you still alive? ?"

This scheming young man has a handsome face that is completely different from the muddy and rotten heart, and even his voice is disguised as innocent and charming, like an innocent girl who knows nothing about the world.

Jingujiquan, who was lying on the first aid bed, sighed slowly: "At any rate, it can be regarded as helping you, right? Is there no corresponding reward?"

Dazai bent down to look at his injury, was stunned for a moment, skillfully pulled over the equipment at the side to bandage him to stop the bleeding, injected an analgesic, and then squeezed like a small animal to Jinguji Izumi's face, The playful smile faded away, and that light and gentle feeling slowly flowed out from his bones.

"Hey, I'm sorry."

The dark brown-haired youth said in a young voice, with pale and slender fingers resting on the cold cheek of Jingujiquan. When he was not smiling, he had a gloomy, desolate and tired temperament, like a traveler who has trekked through too many mountains and rivers. I can't go back to my fallen homeland, so even my joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are buried in my dry heart, and they are entangled and rotted.

"I thought they were there?" Dazai whispered close to Jingujiquan's ear, his tone didn't mean to excuse himself at all, it was simply asking a question.

Jingujiquan froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Dazai with difficulty: "You...not you..." Didn't you push them back? !It made him unable to scream at all.

Dazai's expression was even more bewildered than his: "Huh?" His supernatural ability only nullifies other people's supernatural abilities when they touch their bodies, how could it have a delay function!

This oolong is making a fuss... So in fact, Dazai just reminded him to take Fu Sangshen back into the sword, and not to release it until the critical moment. Unexpectedly, something went wrong in the main link...

Jinguji's spring began to hurt again, so why did Sankayue and the others suddenly go back to Honmaru... such inexplicable back and forth... What is the reason!

Dazai looked at Jingujiquan's expression, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. This smile has no meaning at all, it's just a simple "smile" expression: "I've long thought it was strange, whether it's in the Supernatural Secret Service Division or the Armed Detective Agency. In the database, there is no precedent for the Jinguji family to produce a person with supernatural powers, but Izumi happened to be. If it weren’t for the genetic monitoring, you are really Jinguji Izumi, and I thought it was someone who looked alike. killed him."

The pair of hands that can easily open most locks in the world slide down Jingujiquan's chin to the neck, staying at the vital parts of the human body: "But sometimes, while I believe in science, I also pay a little attention to theology. .”

This clever young man gently wiped away the blood that accidentally splashed on the skin of Jingongjiquan: "In terms of reward, I have already given the things to that family for you, and I will also give you a bonus to help you solve the problem." A little trouble around your house. As for the gift of apology... Would you consider accepting my help?"

Jingujiquan is a little sleepy. He has been suspected in so many soul replacements, but most of them were discovered by his dear and beloved family members, and he was only half-suspicious. It's a bit unbelievable.

Spotted by people who have absolutely no relationship or even met a few times...

Dazai was the first.

The young man with iris-purple eyes turned his attention and looked at the two swords under Jingujiquan's hands: "It can give life to objects. Compared with supernatural powers, this is more like some kind of theology. It's more like a theology than that little dwarf. The origin is even more miraculous."

Jingujiquan raised the corner of his mouth, isn't it theology? Existences like god judges are originally proper terms for Shintoism, right?

There are 800 million gods on the top, and the flowers, plants, benches, tables and chairs are all in reserve for becoming gods. The cultural relics with thoughts and beliefs are the hardest hit areas for the birth of gods. Even human thoughts will spontaneously give birth to demons and ghosts. It's such a mess.

"Name..." Izumi Jinguji wandered away for a long time, and when Yosano Akiko hurried over and began to see his wounds, he left such a word for Dazai as if he woke up.

The miraculous treatment with Akiko Yosano made Jingu Jiquan such a thick nerve unable to recover for a long time, and he couldn't see any scars on his body, but he felt that a deep shadow was left in his heart.

Someone stuffed a cup of hot tea in his hand, wrapped in a fluffy quilt, and placed it on the sofa under the sun. Dazai still had dark circles under his eyes, Jingu Jiquan suddenly felt that this place was pretty good.

Dazai had a pile of messy papers in hand, and Jingujiquan glanced at the titles casually, such as "Looking at the Rationality of Brother-Sister Marriage from Flood Myths", "Mythical Love Born in Bamboo", "Thirty Myths You Must Know" story"……

What a mess!

Jingujiquan couldn't bear to look at this pile of things that hurt his eyes anymore, so he turned his gaze silently, and met Tanizaki's gaze at the side.

"Hmm...it looks quite interesting..." The handsome boy hurriedly shifted his eyes from those few pages of paper, laughed and patted his head.

When the night fell, there was no one else in Wuzhen's office. Dun Shun, who was the last to leave, helped them turn on the floor lamp by the window. With the sound of the door closing, he meditated on his mobile phone and waste paper for a while. Dazai in the afternoon finally raised his head.

Jingu Jiquan put down the cup in his hand, pulled up the quilt, and met Dazai's hungry gaze.

...Hmm... Jinguji Izumi narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

"Get it yourself!" He tightened the corner of the quilt.

"Ah~ but it's really cold~" Dazai, who spent a night playing games with the cold wind blowing by the sea on Yashang, said that he was cold in the air-conditioned office.

Heh, Jingongjiquan not only didn't believe it, but also let out a contemptuous laugh.

"Okay, okay, Izumi is really cruel." Dazai shrank pitifully on the sofa, showing a pair of teary eyes like a bullied woman from a good family.

"But I am kind and don't care about Izumi's harm to me." Dazai began to perform self-consciously, making a heart-shaking gesture, "If he is willing to tell me his real name, then I will still forgive him for deceiving me. "

real name?

Jingujiquan was taken aback.

Dazai looked over quietly, his eyes glowed with a crimson gleam in the night outside the window, the young man who was used to smiling was still smiling at this moment, a peaceful and determined smile.

"You are a spring, but you are not a spring. The inequity between the soul and the body, the incompatibility between the mind and the body... is really a wonderful existence."

It only took a few hours to figure out the key points of Dazai, and he sighed in admiration, gently closing his hands, like a pious believer reciting a hymn: "You have nothing else in common, the only thing in common is the name, The name is a bridge, a rope, which binds you here, do you want to go? But you can't go?"

The devout believer blinked slyly: "The name is the shortest curse. I just saw a sentence."

Jingujiquan slowly widened his eyes.

his name?

This is his real name, where did the other names come from?

But what Dazai said is indeed reasonable. In the past, he looked for a body to live in. As long as it was a body that had just died, it could accommodate his soul, regardless of the name or not, and he could leave whenever he wanted.Only last time and this time... It was as if he had been actively summoned, and he couldn't leave once he came!

Dazai's tone was gentle, and he slowly elongated his voice: "So, what is your real name? Maybe you can go back if you remember it?"

The name is the chain that connects the body and the soul. Whether the broken chain can be reconnected depends on yourself.

After saying this, Dazai lay comfortably on the sofa, with a huge earphone on his head, his long legs resting on the back of the sofa, sleeping crookedly.

Looking sideways at the sky outside the window, Jingujiquan felt that fate must be playing tricks on him.

He doesn't remember why he wanders forever, who he is, and who his parents are. He only thinks about living, living, living, and turning himself into a walking corpse that grows toward the sun, just crawling and kneeling He refused to die even though he was living, it was an ugly life.

Then he found his own body by accident, and found out damn well that he still couldn't escape this damn reincarnation.When there is no home, he is home everywhere; when there is a home, he is still homeless.

But why?What did he do wrong to be treated like this?

The only thing he can hold on to in his life is this name, perhaps given by his father and mother, which contains love. Until now, someone told him that your name is also fake.

Was his life a joke?Everything is false and nothingness. No one remembers what he has experienced, and what he does and says bears other people's names. From the beginning to the end, they don't know that such a person has come and gone.

He couldn't catch anything.

Memories are all fleeting mist, invisible and intangible.

what is his real nameGod knows, maybe there is no such thing.

The black-haired young man closed his eyes, and no one could see the blush at the end of his eyes in the dark night.