After I retired, I became a Butei clerk

The dance room has been sealed off because someone died, and it is obvious that the smooth floor is covered with a thin layer of dust. Osamu Dazai carefully left and right where the white circle of the human figure was drawn with chalk Glancing, and then pondering for a while, the many hidden clues he saw made him thoughtful.

The evidence here is sincerely telling myself that there are problems in the testimony of those people before, but I need to go to another place to verify it.

He looked back at the three well-trained students who had been waiting for him silently, and showed his usual cheerful smile, "I probably understand the things here, can you take me to see some other places?"

Maybe it's just a very common case, it's really boring.

Why did Eri-chan come here?

Osamu Dazai glanced at Keigo Atobe who was frowning and thinking, because of a friend?

"Then let me lead the way."

Yukimura Seiichi did not doubt that in a short period of time, Osamu Dazai could see that so many people did not see the slightest clue, he just smiled gently, but there was no smile in his eyes, "After all, the dead are also counted as me." know."

That's what he said, but the feeling he had for that person in his tone was very ordinary. It didn't look like he was sad for someone he knew, just because he happened to know him.

"Thank you so much."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets and followed them out again very comfortably.He intentionally looked back around, the kind of eyes that made him a little alert disappeared.

Shiratori Eri, who was vigilant by Osamu Dazai, stayed away from them a long time ago, and drove to the location of the villa of the Atobe family mentioned by Akashi Seijuro.

Because he was about to enter the private territory, Shiratori Eri got off the car early, put on the prepared sun hat, pretended to be a tourist, hiked up the mountain where the villa is located, walked into the forest, and then followed the path incognito. Go in the direction of the villa.

Not far from the villa, she found the clue she wanted, squatted down and slid across the ground with her fingers gathering spiritual power.

The pure spiritual power immediately reacted with something invisible to ordinary people on the ground, and a faint black smoke rose and dissipated in the air.

I really didn't expect, can someone control the sword Fusangshen now?Or is it about to fall into the dark and become a retrograde army?

Obviously, after the battle, all the Sword Fusangshen have returned to their original souls, except for those monsters that unfortunately fell or got lost on the battlefield of time and space, and cannot be understood by their original souls.

Seeing the knife pattern on her arm, Shiratori Eri closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, her usually calm eyes were already the most common eyes on the battlefield when she was a god judge.

That is Shura's gaze that goes forward indomitably, kills all obstacles, and kills those who stand in my way without mercy. It is the purest killing intent honed from life and death battles.

The stability of this world is bought with the lives of countless god judges and the breaking of the sword Fusangshen. The flames of war that took hundreds of years to dissipate cannot be ignited, peace cannot be destroyed by abnormalities, and Fusangshen cannot be used again. Since you dare to trample on these three iron rules, then don't blame her for being ruthless and killing people.

Her whole body was filled with mellow spiritual power, and the complicated knife patterns moved along her arms, slowly rising into the air, and then followed the breath of the same kind like a stream of light.

Shiratori Eri jumped up, jumping quickly on the top of countless big trees in the forest, relying on the figure hidden by onmyoji, often people with keen senses who noticed strange things looked up, only to see the leaves being gently blown by the wind. Blown marks.

The wind passed by without a shadow, and Shiratori Eri had already left the forest, shuttled and jumped among the tall buildings, and soon arrived at the University of Tokyo again, where the sword patterns that had been flowing rapidly began to spin here, Shiratori Eri retracted them, expressionlessly Jumping off the rooftop, he watched an unremarkable female student quietly appearing in the crowd.

found it.

"So, that's how it happened, am I right? Ms. Fujiwara."

Dazai Osamu didn't want to reveal the reason for the murder in public, but he was not in a good mood when he was watched by the murderer who thought he was secretive. He felt like being quietly watched by a poisonous snake. He was suffocating, although he was happy to die in love with the beautiful woman, but it would be fine if he was used as a stand-in for malicious revenge.

By analyzing the clues and listening to the conversations of relevant people, he quickly realized that this was an ordinary love murder. The murderer claimed to have learned dancing since childhood, but in fact it was to cover up his experience of practicing ancient swordsmanship for many years.

It's just a lover's betrayal, the old man kills the new man, and then kills the man who is tired of her abandoning her. If her malice hadn't spilled over to innocent people, Osamu Dazai even wanted to give her a heartbeat palm.

Girls who are quick to kill are still rare.

It's a pity that she has become a jealous devil, killing and disfiguring beautiful women one after another, and taking the lives of handsome men.

Crying that all men are the same thing, in fact, it is just to satisfy their own selfish desires, otherwise why would they kill specific candidates.

It's nothing more than thinking that if I can't get it, others can't get it either.

"Hee hee, ha ha."

Fujiwara's appearance is a bit ordinary, but from a famous family, she has cultivated an elegant and dignified temperament, but now she smiles like a lunatic, "Damn him, damn her, damn you all."

Osamu Dazai, who noticed her gaze was pointing at him, was terrified, it's not good.

"Get out of the way."

He yelled sharply, and was about to rush out to stop her, but Fujiwara was a little far away from him, and he took out a short knife from nowhere, and stabbed Keigo Atobe and the other three who were closer to her at a speed that was unattainable for humans. past.

Despite his excellent physical fitness, Keigo Atobe, who happened to be the closest to her, couldn't catch up with the speed of this girl who suddenly went crazy as if at a critical moment. She didn't even have time to raise her hand, and could only watch the tip of the knife approaching her heart.

The faces of the others were involuntarily terrified.

"Boom."

Keigo Atobe fell heavily to the left, and Seijuro Akashi and Seiichi Yukimura beside him were kicked away to the right, and staggered violently.

"pound------"

Fujiwara was hit hard on the head by a hard object from the front, making a loud noise, her body froze on the spot, and she passed out stiffly.

The minds of the people present barely came back, and they found a girl they had never seen standing in the center of the assassination, quietly looking at the fainted Fujiwara.

"Eri-chan?"

The voice of Dazai Osamu who ran here was a little fluttering. He watched Shiratori Eri unknowingly holding an electric kettle with his right hand, dumbfounded.

To even think of using this to stun people, I always feel that it is something she would do.

But it's kind of...um.

Osamu Dazai covered his mouth with great difficulty to prevent himself from laughing, causing his shoulders to tremble, but sure enough, he thought, he really wanted to laugh.