Hello!The high-risk profession of magical girl

The painting of a Japanese girl was put on display on the second floor of the art museum. Kashima Wakaba leaned against the corner of the wall, and she flexibly flipped over with her hand, and instantly bounced a few small stones out of her hand.

With a few "bang--", the sound of the surveillance camera cracking rang clearly in my ears.

Faint white smoke came out, and Kashima Wakaba poked her head out from the corner, her figure was as fast as a ghost, leaving only a nearly blurred afterimage in the air.

In the area where "Japanese Style Girl Paintings" were exhibited, there were two people patrolling back and forth. Kashima Wakaba stepped on the windowsill, bowed her waist and jumped for a moment, and appeared behind them.

The sudden movement, the two people subconsciously turned around, and saw Kashima Wakaba smiling.

But at the moment of being slightly stunned, Kashima Wakaba had already punched in the past. Under the huge force, the opponent instinctively clutched his chest, staggered for a while, but fell down in pain the next second.

"I'm sorry!" Kashima Wakaba was still smiling, and she quickly slashed at his neck with a knife.

The other man took a few steps back with a terrified expression, and the walkie-talkie fell to the floor with a "bang" in the direction of his finger.

"Don't...don't come here..." the man stammered, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

But Kashima Wakaba smiled slyly at him, she tilted her head, and directly elbowed, the movement was so fast that the naked eye could not catch it.

The other party was caught off guard, and in the next second, his body softened, and he slid along the wall, then stopped moving again, and seemed to have passed out.

Kashima Wakaba didn't stay any longer, she moved her wrist, and quickly threw out the Libato ball. The white ball immediately stuck to the ceiling, pulled off by the elastic silk thread, and Kashima Wakaba flew lightly directly , spinning in mid-air, and then landed firmly again.

When the feet touched the floor, there was still no sound.

at last……

Kashima Wakaba saw the painting.

This is an oil painting. The kimono girl in the painting has unusually beautiful eyebrows and eyes, snow-white skin, and black hair like ebony, but her expression is slightly sad, as if she is worried about something. The brushstrokes of this painting are very simple , but one can imagine that the painter put too much effort into this painting.

Kashima Wakaba blinked her eyes lightly, no wonder the demons from another world would choose this painting, it looks undoubtedly beautiful.

But the task is urgent, and Kashima Wakaba is not in the mood to appreciate the painting anymore.

She took a deep breath, and according to her instinct, a string of words quickly came out of her mouth: "In the name of God, from the darkness..." But before she finished speaking, her voice stopped abruptly.

Because someone silently rushed towards her at this time.

Aware of the approaching danger, Kashima Wakaba instinctively turned his body slightly when his brain reacted.

She jumped aside deftly like a feline, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The person who attacked her was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with handsome features, but with deep wrinkles on his forehead, as if he had been worrying too much all year round.

And when he approached her, Kashima Wakaba's transformation device rang suddenly, and she was shocked.

Unexpectedly, this man was possessed by a demon.

Woo, it was really dangerous just now!

Although it is very out of date, Kashima Wakaba really wants to complain, because the setting that requires reading to activate a skill is simply not human. After all, this is not a turn-based battle, and the enemy will not wait for you obediently.

Well, I suddenly miss the last summer-limited mermaid.

Turn-based is really useful!

Seeing that the man had rushed to nothing, his eyes showed a fierce light, his skin took on a terrifying blue-gray color, and his expression became completely ferocious, as if he wished to tear Kashima Wakaba to pieces in the next second.

He leaned back with his hands, and suddenly rushed towards Kashima Wakaba again, and Kashima Wakaba instantly bent down and rolled on the floor.

When the other party wanted to adjust the direction, the libate ball in her hand was thrown out at once, and it stuck to the chandelier on the ceiling, with the help of the silk thread.

Kashima Wakaba flew lightly, and grabbed the chandelier with one hand. The sudden weight caused the chandelier to shake a few times, and there was a "creaking" sound instantly.

And Kashima Wakaba let go of his hands and jumped down in the next second. The moment he fell, he kicked the man's back fiercely.

The man staggered, and let out an unwilling growl from his throat. He stepped back a few steps, but the corner of his mouth evoked a sneer.

wrong!

Kashima Ruoye was startled, only to see a dark golden rope descending out of thin air, she reacted very quickly and turned her body backwards, trying to avoid the rope, but the golden rope seemed to sense her The position was the same, and it suddenly became longer, and it wrapped around her wrist almost without resistance.

Damn it, the person possessed by the devil is still a supernatural being.

This is so unfair!

How to fight!

In Kusakabe Kuru's world, those who are possessed are ordinary people.

And the person who is possessed in his own world may also be a person with supernatural powers.

Demons plus abilities...

This is very devilish.

The devil approached again with a grinning grin, and Kashima Wakaba's expression became more serious.

She wanted to break free from the rope, but the rope seemed to be embedded in the flesh, getting tighter and tighter.

Kashima Wakaba frowned in pain, but the moment the man approached, she stood upright, even though her hands were bound, she nimbly kicked the man fiercely with her legs.

This kick took a lot of strength.

The man screamed, clutching his chest instinctively, stumbled and staggered, barely supporting himself with the help of the wall.

And Kashima Wakaba took the opportunity to roll around on the ground, wanting to turn around and retreat, but unexpectedly at this moment, a pair of warm palms gently embraced her shoulders.

A light blue halo erupted in front of his eyes instantly, like ocean waves, layer upon layer, rippling with soft clear waves.

At the moment when the blue light was dim, the rope that bound Kashima Wakaba's hands had disappeared.

She rubbed her sore wrist, couldn't help but smile sweetly at the corner of her mouth, and looked sideways with a smile.

It really is Osamu Dazai!

He stood beside him calmly.

Osamu Dazai's sand-colored windbreaker was haloed with warm light, and the ends of his curly hair had the same strange luster.

His tone was brisk, and his eyes were slightly bent: "What a coincidence, Joan of Arc! I wanted to come to the art gallery to cultivate my sentiments, but I didn't expect to have unexpected gains."

Kashima Wakaba smiled sweetly at him, it turned out that Dazai Osamu and Hirotsu Yananami met in this art gallery.

It must be a special fate!

And thanks to him being here.

Osamu Dazai, it's really useful!

"Since you are here, you may become an accomplice of the phantom thief Joan of Arc." Kashima Wakaba blinked her right eye playfully.

But the man who was possessed by the demon was unwilling to miss, his facial features were hideous and terrifying, a roar erupted from his throat, and he rushed over fiercely again.

But Osamu Dazai reacted very quickly and pulled Kashima Wakaba to dodge together.

His trench coat flung out a small arc as he moved.

And Kashima Wakaba took this opportunity, took a deep breath, moved his lips slightly, and finally uttered a series of words similar to singing: "In the name of God, a demon born in darkness, I am here seal you up."

The moment she finished speaking, a thumbtack-like thing flew out of her hand, with slight traces of light, and hit the painting of a Japanese girl like a gust of wind.

The man froze for a moment, and let out an unwilling roar in an instant, but his body seemed to be drained of strength, and he knelt limply on the ground, and passed out.

And the moment the thumbtack hit, several dark blue light and shadows suddenly burst out from the painting, sweeping wildly like smoke and dust.

There was a dry breath in the air, and the light and shadow twisted and circled, as if trying to struggle.

But it didn't help in the end, the sad Japanese girl painting seemed to be eaten away, the picture gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared bit by bit.And the thumbtack turned into a white chess and gently fell into the hands of Kashima Wakaba.

She breathed a sigh of relief contentedly, but her mouth was out of her control at all, and the mandatory line came out again: "Recycling is OK!"

ah!Why is it mandatory to speak lines at this time!

very strange!

However, Kashima Wakaba had no time to complain, because there was already a sound at the door, accompanied by the sound of the roaring police car downstairs, it seemed that the situation was critical again.

Kashima Wakaba glanced at Dazai Osamu, she held the chess in her hand, and suggested with a smile: "Would you like to go with the phantom thief Joan?"

"Well, it sounds good." Osamu Dazai blinked, and had already put his arms around her waist.

Kashima Wakaba took him directly, and quickly dodged away towards the window. She stepped on the window sill lightly, and the Liba Tewo ball in her hand suddenly stuck to the distant tree, and the silk thread shrank. With the force of a gust of wind, he flew away directly.

The police had all rushed to the second floor, but they could only see two figures that were getting smaller in the night.

"Damn it, Joan actually succeeded!!"

"Not only did she steal the painting, but she also took hostages!!"

Kashima Wakaba:? ? ?

There are too many slots in what the police said, and I simply don't know where to start to vomit.

What a hostage God!

Osamu Dazai had already begun to suppress a smile, he clasped her waist tightly, and the air of his smile sprayed Kashima Wakaba's earlobe, and his lips fell on her soft earlobe inadvertently: "Miss Phantom Thief, what are you going to do with it?" What about my hostage?"

Kashima Wakaba felt numb all over as if she had been electrocuted, and her ears turned reddish in an instant.

She felt itchy and couldn't help but touch her head.

But she didn't have time to protest, as if she had turned on some switch, she suddenly had a playful and happy smile on her face, completely out of her control, a sentence came out of her mouth, and the voice was clear along the wind It came to the ears of the police: "I will take away this enchanting beauty tonight!"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!I'm going to cry!

"puff"

The hostage Osamu Dazai laughed out loud,

Kashima Wakaba gave up on herself and completely ignored him. After she escaped from the pursuit, she stretched out her hand and directly pulled off her hair tie.

The soft hair fell, and she changed back to her previous appearance in an instant.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be very interested, his eyes fell on her face, he held her hand, as if he was in a good mood, and played with her slender fingers: "Xiao Ruoye, what happened today?"

Kashima Wakaba sighed faintly, and then told him everything.

She glanced at him in distress: "What do you think if the police want me? The painting is indeed gone, and the artist is probably very sad."

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai stroked her hair comfortingly, his voice was stained with a smile: "At least you still have an accomplice."

"But the police think you are a hostage." Kashima Wakaba covered her forehead angrily: "Now I am not only stealing paintings, I am also robbing civilian men."

Hearing what she said, Osamu Dazai smiled more and more. He bent down and held her gently in his arms, and his voice clearly fell into her ear: "Well, when the time comes, I will say that I joined the gang voluntarily." Bar."

He held his arms tightly, and he could feel the beating heart and the coveted warmth through the thin shirt material.

"Be loyal!" Kashima Wakaba seemed to be amused, her eyes were already bent, and she didn't even have the worry just now, she couldn't help but lean her head on his chest, listening to him calm and powerful heartbeat sound.

"But since I've joined the gang, is there any share?" Dazai Osamu gently stroked Kashima Wakaba's long hair with his hand, he blinked lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a nice arc.

oops!Too foul!

Kashima Wakaba tilted her head, as if she was thinking seriously, but soon she stood on tiptoe and kissed Osamu Dazai on the cheek, her voice was soft and soft, with a lovely blush on her cheek: "Then How about this?"

The warm touch on the cheek was fleeting, as if it was an illusion, Dazai Osamu laughed out loud, his brows and eyes stretched slightly, but his tone was somewhat complaining, as if Kashima Wakaba was dismissing him : "It's not enough."

In the next second, he had already bent down and kissed her heavily.

He clasped her shoulders.

And she could hear her own heartbeat so clearly.

She slowly closed her eyes, and put her arms around his waist.

It seems that there are small stars passing by in the sky, falling in my heart, and blooming brilliant sparks.

It would be nice if time passed a little slower.

When this person is around, he always gives people infinite peace of mind.