save the judge

Dazai has never seen a person who can cry like this with a blank face, and he is not very sad when he looks at it, his expression is so calm that there is no change at all, and it can even be clearly seen that he himself is wondering why he would cry.

Perhaps reason cannot always be blinded by emotion. When the pain reaches the extreme, even the brain forgets the reason for the pain, and only the body faithfully records the reaction of the soul.

Jingujiquan frowned, reaching out to wipe away the wet tears on his face, feeling completely inexplicable.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this body that hasn't been checked out?

He was thinking wildly here, and Dazai on the opposite side looked at him thoughtfully, and stopped asking him what he dreamed just now, but picked a question that Jingujiquan could answer: "Your dream?" Name, remember?"

Jingongjiquan pulled a piece of paper to wipe off the water stains on his hands, and blinked vigorously: "Hmm... it seems that I heard something..."

At the last moment of waking up, he seemed to hear mustache?

I don't know if it was a hallucination from sleep, but he had never heard that unique lingering and sweet voice except for Mustache.

That voice was calmer and gentler than usual, one by one, like whispers and calls repeated countless times, across many mountains and rivers, time and space, and finally heard by him in the gap between dreams and reality.

Dazai's iris-purple eyes immediately sparkled, and he lay on the coffee table and looked up at Jingujiquan, with a shameless and cute temperament: "What is what! It is-what-what!"

Jingujiquan was a little helpless, he had never met such a maverick adult who didn't take his own face seriously: "Are you so curious?"

"Yes, yes! Curiosity beyond a world view!" Dazai used a very strange adjective.

The black-haired judge also laughed. He was always willing to satisfy his friends' requests.

"It's not an uncommon name either—"

****

The sky turned from dusk to early morning, and the divine service of His Majesty the Tenshou was not over yet. Taro Tachi stood in the center of the sword, the red thread in his hand hung down a winding river on the ground, and the scriptures fluttered like snow fluttered in the wind. The cold light of the sword suppressed their bodies.

Taro Tachi is not suitable for actual combat because the blade is too long and there are very few people who can control it, so there is no real opportunity to set foot on the so-called battlefield. However, according to his understanding, the battlefield...is just like this exist?

The scorching swords pierced the mourning souls, the funeral banners and the prayer scrolls were unfolded at the same time, covering the entire sky, and the silent crowd shuttled around, fighting with gold and iron, white and black.

Just missing a bit of the bright red accents.

Suddenly a bit distracted, the big sword lowered his eyes, and the solemn golden red Nongyan at the end of his eyes was hidden in the fallen strands of hair. He calmed down and wrapped a roll of red rope again.

In the situation below, the second floor of the castle tower is invisible. Higashikiri closed his eyes and pressed the body knife on his knee with one hand. Behind the screen, there was the occasional sound of Yaken cleaning the body for the divine examiner.

So when Yaoken said that sentence, Mustache was the first to hear it.

Amber Jin's pupils were opened, his thumb was pressing on the saber, and he slightly pushed out the main body saber, only then could he see that his saber was also covered with dense red threads, and this red thread stretched down to the downstairs. The other end disappeared under the thin quilt of the judge behind the screen.

The call that contained divine power paused for a second at this moment, and then Hidekiri sighed a little tiredly, and silently said the name for the last time.

The two completely different voices, separated by an uncountable time and space, were blessed and blended by the gods, and finally subtly merged together.

"—Jinguji Shiro."

****

Port cities are always windy. When the windows are open, documents are often blown downstairs by the wind. It takes two people to pick them up before they are blown all over the place, but this time is definitely different.

Like a premonition, in this sudden wind, Dazai rushed forward and grabbed the wrist of the person opposite him, before the slightly raised ending sound landed, Jingujiquan suddenly turned his face away.

He seemed to hear the call of a smiling voice, accompanied by the pull of countless soft or heavy voices, the familiar drifting feeling of the soul hit him, driving his heart to start beating violently.

So he let Dazai grab his hand, and sat there quietly, like a Buddha who had suddenly realized, this gust of wind was violent and strange, but he only felt happy.

"I'm leaving." Jingujiquan was surprised that he was very happy when he said this, and there was a kind of joy when he said "I'm going home".

Dazai stubbornly grabbed his wrist, with "I'm not happy" written on his face: "Do you still expect me to say congratulations? It's too much to just leave! This kind of throw away after use -"

Jingongjiquan wisely covered his mouth, and said calmly: "Don't throw it, don't throw it, you are welcome to be a guest."

Dazai became even angrier, whining and protesting against this impossible promise.

"Well, since you're not satisfied with this...how about the secret key of the Jinguji family's storage room?" The corner of Jingujiquan's mouth rose a little, "If it's you, you should be able to do your best, right?"

Dazai's pupils shrank violently.

Before he could answer, Jingujiquan pushed him lightly, pushing him away from the center of the gust of wind, then made a silent gesture to him, closed his eyes, and lay down on the sofa.

Dazai was stunned for a second, then he jumped up, stepped on the coffee table, opened his arms, jumped up and rushed towards the gust of wind: "Quan ah ah ah~ How can you be so cruel! I haven't invited you together yet I have died for love ah ah ah~"

His tail lengthened suddenly, and the young man jumped out of the window sill with his long legs following the wind, and jumped out into the air in a posture that the world could no longer stop me!

The limbs are relaxed, the posture is perfect; the weather is sunny and the weather is beautiful;

It's really a good time for suicide. Let's celebrate the new day by jumping off a building!

Nakajima Atsushi who just walked downstairs accidentally looked up: "...???"

The milk in the honest boy's mouth spewed far away, and then the detective agency screamed every day: "Ah, ah, Mr. Dazai jumped off the building again!"

Suicide lover in Yokohama, he still maintains his personality perfectly today.

****

Consciousness was quickly rolled up, he seemed to be thrown into a huge drum washing machine, the surroundings were so dark that it was impossible to distinguish the sky from the earth, the concept of "existence" was also squeezed and disappeared, in short, he was rubbed hard , and then violently squeezed into a narrow space.

"Hmm...cough cough cough cough..."

Jingujiquan finally landed in the weightlessness on the verge of collapse, opened his mouth and coughed a few times in pain, and someone nearby immediately helped him up, raised the pillow slightly, so that he could get air more smoothly.

"general?"

The field of vision gradually becomes clearer, and the first thing that catches the eye is the eyes that are as clear and clear as the dagger amethyst.

Seeing Jingujiquan open his eyes, Yaken relaxed all over, heaved a long sigh of relief, took off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes.

Izumi Jinguji, who was almost taken back to Honmaru from Dazai Osamu, was still a little dazed, staring blankly at the ceiling to adjust his thoughts.

"...how...did you do it?" The vocal cords that haven't been used for a long time are a bit dry, and Jingongjiquan's pronunciation is light and short.

Relying on the super hearing ability of the dagger, Yaoken got a rough idea, put on his glasses again, and recovered his usual calm and rational state, "It was a suggestion made by Hikakiriden, using the existing relationship between Fusangshen and the examiner. Build a channel for the spiritual power circuit, and then use the power of your real name to call you back..."

At the end, the voice of the dagger hesitated a bit.

It is quite taboo for Fu Sangshen to learn the real name of the interrogator.

Shizheng told the judges never to reveal their real names to Fu Sangshen when they entered the job, and Fu Sangshen would also pay attention to reminding their masters not to reveal their real names.

This is not a defensive mentality that hurts feelings. In fact, even Fu Sangshen thinks that the current affairs' approach is very reasonable. After all, it is always good for human beings to master more self-protection methods in the world of gods.

And the most important point is that the contracts signed by the God-inspectors and Shizheng usually have a fixed number of years. Once this period is exceeded, even if the God-inspectors stay voluntarily, they will be forced to leave by Shizheng. There is protection The god judge is not considered by the gods.

Shenyin is generally considered to be a euphemism for gods to imprison human beings in the kingdom of God. In fact, it means that the traces of human beings in the world are completely erased, which is equivalent to an alternative "death".

But this kind of situation does not only exist under the initiative of the Fusang Gods. Human beings and gods get along for a long time, which is the process of being slowly soaked and transformed by the air. If you stay regardless of your own situation, you can only get the ending of being hidden by the gods , this is something that even the Fusangshen cannot change.

And handing over the real name undoubtedly shortens the process of "non-active disappearance", which no one wants to see.

Jingongjiquan actually has no idea about this kind of thing. He has been in a deep sleep for many years, and the content of the work of the god judge was still taught to him by the Fusangshen after he woke up—to be honest, he didn’t teach him much, Fu The gods of mourning felt sorry for him before it was too late, how could they let him go to work, everything was covered by the servants, they wished that he could eat, eat and sleep comfortably all day long.

Therefore, regarding Yaoken's explanation, Jingujiquan just said "huh", indicating that he knew it, but didn't say much.

He didn't speak here, Yao Yan felt a little bit at a loss, thinking that the general didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, took a deep breath and said again: "General, this matter is actually..."

Jingujiquan shook his head slightly and interrupted him.

Your Excellency Tianshou was in a commotion. The joy of the God Judge waking up made the Fusangshen walk as if they were going to float. For the sake of Jingujiquan's health, they were not in a hurry to go upstairs to see him. Downstairs was busy cleaning up the mountain of paper red lines.

The noisy laughter spread all the way up to the second floor with open windows. Jingujiquan listened for a while, his eyes reflected the high blue sky outside.

"I think this is very good." After a long time, under Yaken's nervous and bewildered gaze, Jingujiquan turned his head and said softly, "...you, will be my anchor... When I can't find my way when."

"General..." For the first time, Yao Yan didn't know what to say. He still held Jingongjiquan's right hand in his hand. He paused for a while before lowering his head and unwrapping his wrist a few times. red line.

Halfway through his movements, he was distracted by the resisting movements of his palms: "General? This is going to be dismantled."

Jingujiquan stared at the bright red rope wrapped around his pale and thin wrist with great interest: "...who tied it?"

The red rope was woven from strands of silk thread, and it was wound several times around the skinny wrist, and at the end, a... bowknot was solemnly drawn out.

The two hollow loops of the bow were stretched out aggressively, and were fixed with ropes to form a shape of spreading wings.

Yao Yan followed his line of sight and saw the bow tie, and was silent for a while: "I don't know, but it should be Hikariden..."

Jingujiquan stared at the bow tie for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Leave it. What about others?"

I don't know if there is any reason to say whether the red rope should be removed or not. Yao Yan thought about going to ask Taro Dian for a while, and then answered the general's question: "It seems to be going back to sleep... gone."

After Yao Yan said this, he felt that something was wrong. The interrogator woke up, and then Fu Sangshen turned around and left without caring at all?

Doesn't that sound too...

"Uh, Tochikiri has not slept for almost three days, and needs to rest more." Yaken subconsciously added something back.

Jingujiquan didn't care what Higakiri was doing, subconsciously he felt that this fusangshen always stayed away from the crowd and all the hustle and bustle, and it was normal for him not to be present during such a hustle and bustle.

"There is another thing. A few days ago, Shiraishi-sama came to Honmaru. He told Hikikiri-den your real name. In fact, Hiki-kiri-dono didn't tell us..." Yaoken said hesitantly. It's better for people to know than to be known by everyone, right?

This is also the thought of all Fusangshen, so no one asked Higakiri.

Shiraishi?

He didn't remember this person, the things that came out of the hospital were told by Yaoken later, when Honmaru was still in confinement, now... Jingujiquan slowly opened his eyes, knowing his real name, So...you should also know about his past, right?