Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

The pleasant voice spread in the not-so-large room, and then slipped out of the window, slowly dissipating along the wind.

Fern Ji looked down at him, and smiled like a reward: "Before that, let me send you away first."

"No." Osamu Dazai shook his head disapprovingly, "The so-called martyrdom means two people are interesting."

Fern Ji was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, her expression changed: "You already knew I would come?"

"Eh? Did you just find out?" Osamu Dazai smiled helplessly, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"why?"

"Probably because," Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips slightly, the night wind blowing in from the window swayed the candlelight slightly, and the light cut his expression into half-brightness, "When we first met, the look in your eyes The look of wanting to eat me - too obvious."

Fern Ji's face became very cold in an instant, and the temperature of the surrounding air also dropped. The warm summer wind was driven out, and the room fell into a frozen silence.

But soon, Fern Ji grinned again. She put down the arm that she pretended to be the oiran, and put it on the door frame. The words she spit out were eerie and crazy.

"I planned to eat you again when we met tomorrow night, but there is no guarantee that the ridiculous boss will not close the business because of the rumors. If that is the case, I will solve you tonight!"

Before he finished speaking, the ribbon around his waist rushed out like a sharp blade.

The sudden wind extinguished the candle, and a little smoke was wrapped in the ribbon, and they all attacked Osamu Dazai!

The other party just looked at the words that appeared in her pupils and smiled slowly.

"Switch...Lu..."

The next moment, the ribbon was suddenly blocked halfway, and the invisible barrier was like a dividing line, dividing the two worlds of Yuji and Osamu Dazai, making it impossible for the ribbon to move forward.

"Spatial barrier."

The voice that obviously did not belong to Osamu Dazai caused the smile on Fallen Girl's face to stagnate, but before she could react, the ribbon in mid-air was cut by a sharp weapon, and the wind that hit her made her feel alarmed. While blocking, the body quickly withdrew to the window.

The hardened ribbon met the attacking blade, dazzling sparks burst out, and she finally saw clearly the person who was slowly walking out of the shadows the moment she left the room.

The young man in a black windbreaker had fierce and ferocious eyes. His skin was almost pale, as if he hadn't been exposed to the sun for many years, and he was bloodless. If you want to say it to an outsider, you might think that he is more like a ghost.

But more importantly——

When Luo Ji jumped out of the window and climbed onto the roof, she thought with disgust:

It was an ugly thing without eyebrows!

But just as this idea was formed in her mind, the roof standing under her feet was suddenly cut by a sharp knife, and then the black vines that came out of the gap wrapped around her ankles and threw Luo Ji to the ground.

The loud noise broke out at night, and the sleeping people were awakened one after another. When they opened the windows, they couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the situation.

The streets of Yoshihara were cracked by her, the ribbon cut the vines, and the fallen girl stood up from the ground, burning with anger.

"Bastard! How dare you do this to me!" Flower tattoos climbed up her cheeks, her eyes became more ferocious, and several ribbons protruded from behind, attacking the boy who was also standing on the street opposite, "Blood ghost art— —Eightfold Belt Slash!"

Ribbons struck from all directions, and all the affected eaves on both sides of the street were neatly cut off, gravel and sawdust flew together, and the screams became louder.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stretched out his hand, and the black clothes turned into a huge net in front of him, intercepting all the ribbons, sparks splashed at the joints, and the sound of metal rubbing made the teeth ache.

Luo Ji gritted her teeth: "You're obviously not a ghost, why do you have this ability!"

"I'm not a ghost," Akutagawa Ryunosuke coughed twice, covering his mouth, obviously looking very sick, but the net woven in black showed no sign of weakening, "I'm just a running dog."

"Aren't you a member of the Demon Slayer Squad?" Luo Ji stared at him, "You don't have the aura of a swordsman on your body, who the hell are you and Osamu Dazai?!"

"I was entrusted by someone to take your life. As for Mr. Dazai," Ryunosuke Akutagawa said slowly, "You don't need to know."

She has never encountered such a frustrated person. The ability to harden clothes is simply a replica of her blood ghost technique, no, or the enhanced version is more suitable. The feeling of being completely suppressed makes Luo Ji uncontrollably even more angry .

The ribbons flew around in a random manner, and the eyes of those onlookers made her anger continue to accumulate, and she was tired of it!

Seeing that there was a gap in the ribbon's attack, Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled silently, retracted the giant net, and the windbreaker turned into a sharp claw, rushing towards the fallen princess at lightning speed——

"Rashomon Cong"

The sharp claws tore flesh and blood, and Ryohime's head was wrapped in black cloth in an instant. Akutagawa Ryunosuke clenched his fist, and the sharp claws slowly tightened. The next second, blood and minced meat flowed from the claws, not far away The ribbon that was about to hit the onlookers was hanging down feebly.

Yoshihara fell silent briefly, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood still.

There was only a moment of silence, and soon, Luo Ji's head began to regenerate. From the neck up, many small tissues grew rapidly, forming a lower jaw, red lips...

But before the entire face recovered, the mouth opened and closed, and suddenly yelled.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! My head was pinched aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Just when Akutagawa Ryunosuke was hesitating whether to give her the same blow again to reduce the harsh noise, a person gradually grew out from behind Ryuhime's waist.

Like pulling out a sunken body from a swamp, the man slowly separated from Luo Ji's body, arms, chest, legs... until he was completely standing on the land of Yoshihara, he raised his black-spotted face, gloomy:

"It's too much to bully a girl."

Luo Ji's head had grown out completely, and she shed tears like a child, crying like a child: "Brother, kill him! I'm in so much pain! I've worked so hard! But He was too much, he crushed my head!"

"Yes, yes, my sister is clearly trying so hard to win," Ji Futaro raised the scimitar in both hands, "How can you treat my sister like this?"

Compared to the resentment of the Uemuri brothers and sisters, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was still very calm, and he retorted blankly: "It's just a very ordinary blow, I can lose so easily, after all, she is too weak gone."

He said word by word: "Weak people are not qualified to ask others how to treat each other."

"what are you saying?"

Luo Ji stopped crying, she seemed to be shocked by the other party's words, tears were hanging on her eyes, she looked extremely embarrassed.

She turned her head and looked at Ji Futaro in disbelief, "Brother! She's calling me weak! How dare this ugly monster call me weak!"

She pointed at Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the expression on her face gradually faded from the childish look just now, and changed back to a vicious and vicious look: "I, yes, ate five pillars! To be called a weak person by you brat—" —”

The ground not far away was rumbling, and soon, the originally flat street protruded upwards, and the cracks spread in all directions, and a ribbon similar to that on the waist of the falling princess came out of the gap, tens of meters long, and consciously approached falling Ji, and then connect with her original belt.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa could clearly see the portraits of dozens of people imprinted on the ribbon drilled out of the ground. Those portraits were extremely clear, as if... they were just pressed flat and put in.

After all the ribbons were retracted, Luo Ji's long hair turned completely silver, with more tattoos on her face, and her expression became more ruthless: "—Unforgivable!"

"That's right," Jifutaro said with a smile, "Anyone who hurts my sister deserves to die."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Sure enough, everything was as expected by Mr. Dazai.

half an hour ago -

"Akutagawa-kun..."

The sound of paper being torn could be heard in the room. Osamu Dazai was holding the blank paper torn from the pocket book, and his expression was blank for a moment.

He thinks that the reasonable person who can complete this Huajie mission is Akutagawa Ryunosuke. In fact, he thinks so until the moment the paper is torn off.

But now, he suddenly began to wonder why he would take the Mafia into the mission of the Armed Detective Agency as a matter of course, or why he would have the idea of ​​mobilizing Mafia personnel.

This is not quite right.

However, he couldn't help but think about the current situation, because there was already a person standing in the dark in the room that was not lit.

The black windbreaker reached down to his calves, making him almost blend with the darkness.

Osamu Dazai restrained his thoughts, leaned on the armrest with little strength, but still tried his best to calmly say: "Mr. Akutagawa, it's been a long time no see~"

The boy on the opposite side looked even more dazed than he was just now: "Mr. Dazai...?"

Before Osamu Dazai could speak, he lowered his eyes again, and said in a low voice to himself: "Sure enough, it's just a lie..."

The eyelash feathers at the end of the eyes fluttered slightly, as if he was a little lucky.

"Ah, it's me." Dazai Osamu didn't quite hear what he was saying, and continued his words with a smile, "I'm glad you didn't attack immediately."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked serious: "Even if I launch an attack, I won't be able to defeat Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"So," Ryunosuke Akutagawa looked at the furnishings in the room, and once again set his eyes on Osamu Dazai seriously, "Can I get the details of this mission now?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Acceptance is too high.

Well, but it was also expected.

Inviting the other party to sit down, Osamu Dazai said slowly, "First of all, I won't let you violate your agreement with Dun-kun. The mission this time is not to kill people, but to kill ghosts."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was puzzled: "Ghost?"

"This is a completely different world from Yokohama. The ghosts here eat people, and they have a similar ability called 'blood ghost art'. More importantly, the method of killing them is very unique——" Osamu Dazai His fingertips tapped on the wooden handrail, "Only the sun and the sun wheel knife."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said directly: "Mr. Dazai, what do you want me to do?"

Osamu Dazai asked instead, "What do you think should be done?"

As if he didn't expect to be asked back, Ryunosuke Akutagawa was stunned for a moment before answering: "If Mr. Dazai wants to use the Japanese sword, he will not let me participate in this mission. Drag it until sunrise, use sunlight to kill ghosts?"

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, but smiled very gently, obviously acquiescing.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at him in a daze for a moment, but quickly restrained himself and nodded: "I understand."

"During this period, there are two things that need to be taken care of." Osamu Dazai raised his index finger and middle finger and made a "V", "First, there may be more than one ghost, just in case, when the sunrise comes, All the ghosts must stay in the daylight; second, you must irritate her as much as possible, and make her so angry that she will use all her combat power to deal with you—”

"Only in this way can we lead out her granary."

Although there are still many puzzles, Akutagawa Ryunosuke knows that the opponent's layout will definitely not go wrong, and there is no need to refute, so he just nodded, expressing that he has remembered all the contents of the explanation.

Osamu Dazai looked at his obedient appearance, didn't speak, and was silent for a moment. He turned his eyes to look at the increasingly dark night outside the window, and said slowly:

"It's going to be a long game."

With a sigh hidden under a calm exterior, the words sounded like concern for the person in front of them.

But the young man knew that was not the case.

The young man who has always been used to being treated with a mean and unkind attitude knows that he can never be affectionate, but there are many times when he knows it is impossible but still tries.

Man is such an animal that is manipulated by reason but occasionally by emotion.

"Mr. Dazai, is this your test?" the boy asked.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, just rolled his eyes, but didn't reply.

The young man looked at him for a while, then finally lowered his head and said in a serious tone, "I will prove it to you."