The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

"Dazai! You bastard! Where do you show up if you don't show up on weekdays!? You bastard!"

Kunikida's bloodshot eyes were horrifying. He walked up to the visitor angrily, and the accusations in his mouth were like machine guns, and he fired bullets at the man sitting on the desk with a hippie smile, "We agreed to meet in the conference room on time at nine o'clock. , do you see what time it is now?"

The man called "Dazai" couldn't feel Kunikida's low pressure at all, and he tilted his head and smiled without guilt.

"Huh? Let me see—oh, it's so early, is it only ten fifty? Kunikida-kun is always so strict, and you know that nine is really too early for me. Besides, The scenery on the way here is so beautiful..."

"Ah?!" This sentence was like the fuse of a dangerous bomb, or a sharp needle point that was about to burst a balloon. Kunikida felt his scalp at his temples tense up and down, pulling his nerves.

"To what extent are you going to break my plan?! Let you solve the incident by yourself and cheat on the young lady in the client's house! Let you pick up Mr. Ranpo, but he disappeared! Damn, why would I Give this task to you, an unreliable suicidal maniac!!!”

In the end, Kunikida was completely yelling while grabbing Dazai by the neckline.

Ten minutes later, Kunikida, who was dissuaded by other members of the detective agency, finally sat back in his seat with veins all over his face.At this time, Tanizaki, who couldn't hold back his inner curiosity, looked at Dazai who was drinking tea leisurely, "Mr. Dazai, did you accompany Mr. Ranpo out yesterday? Did you meet Mr. Ranpo's friends?"

"なになに (what what)? What friend!" The man replied with the same innocent curiosity.

Seeing that he seemed to be really ignorant, Tanizaki succinctly recounted what he had just seen and heard, emphasizing Edogawa Ranpo's unusual performance.

Osamu Dazai put his chin on his chin and recalled it carefully, as if he remembered something, he looked at the people who were waiting with bated breath, and noticed that even the serious Kunikida quietly put down the office materials in his hand and pricked up his ears, waiting to whet his appetite , he spoke slowly.

"Mr. Ranpo and I went to the nearby Chinatown yesterday!"

Seeing that he couldn't hold back the next sentence for a long time, Kunikida pushed his glasses, "And then?"

"Then..." Osamu Dazai's tone rose abruptly, his shining eyes seemed to be filled with stardust, "I saw a restaurant! Do you know what the signboard says? 'Challenge to the Big Eater'! 'Die'! Stuck to death! I've never tried a way to die! How wonderful it would be—"

"What happened later? Did it succeed?" This is Kenji Miyazawa with a peculiar focus.

"No." Dazai's forehead had a few thin drops of sweat, as if recalling some bad memories, his face was a little blue, and at the same time he raised his hand to cover his stomach, and said with emotion very seriously, "If you want to If you want to commit suicide, it’s really not worth recommending this way of dying, it’s really too painful!"

Kunikida couldn't bear it anymore, "Who wants to hear your suicide testimonial!?—So you threw Mr. Ranpo aside and ran away?! I think it's better to recommend it and be strangled to death by me. What do you think?" !"

Dazai, who was grabbed and shaken again, made a strange voice, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh!"

Yokohama is a city standing on the seashore, where there are naturally countless places with a wide view to look at, and there are also some wilderness without lights and no one passes by.The magnificent Huoshaoyun rolls in the sky, and the sea water in the harbor is a pink dreamy red.

The unseen spiritual flow echoed the sound of the sea hitting the shore, surging against the dozens of swords placed on the ground, and in an instant the power of another world awakened from the ancient weapons.

Dozens of figures seemed to pass through an invisible hazy transparent membrane, accompanied by pink and white petals, one after another suddenly appeared beside the black-haired boy.

The summoned Fu Sangshen was stunned for a long time before realizing what had happened. Their gazes slowly turned to the God-inspector who was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and finally transformed from barren stupor to ecstasy.The Fusangshen moved their lips, but they felt that their throats were blocked by something sour and astringent, and they couldn't speak.

Finally, the little knives who couldn't hold back their emotions reacted.

They broke free from the adult sword group next to them like arrows leaving the string. Like a dozen small fluffy animals that had lost their owners for several years, they tremblingly crashed into the arms of the young man, shaking their restless little tails. They huddled into several groups around their master.

The five tigers hugged Guangzhou's waist with tears in their eyes, the soft hair that rubbed back and forth made him look like a little milk tiger begging for a hug, and Ranto Shiro who was playing with his hair expressionlessly Formed a stark contrast.

"Lord!"

The other short knives were also hung on Guangzhou's arms with teary eyes, and his trembling hands were completely unwilling to let go, "You scared me to death, my lord!"

"You're finally back, uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"It's so scary, I'm afraid of losing my lord, and I don't want to experience the feeling of spiritual power passing away from my body bit by bit!"

The loud and weeping sound filled Lin Bin, who was almost empty, little by little, as if it was released from a container that had accumulated countless bad emotions.

Surrounded by countless slimy little monkeys, it was the first time for Guangzhou to face such a situation where he couldn't advance or retreat. His eyes swam suspiciously a few times, and finally he had to sigh helplessly and let out a deep voice like the pink earl.

"Yahahahah."

I don't know how long it took.

After venting his emotions, the dagger wiped the corners of his eyes, and was pressed by the adult group's swords with his face flushed.

The adult fusangshen looked at each other for a while, but no one spoke for a while, and the scene was a bit stagnant and heavy.For a year, they completely lost the supply of spiritual power, and the psychological torture and pain they experienced were completely unimaginable to others.

Worry, restlessness, self-blame.

Why can the lord wait for news helplessly when he needs it most?

Why is it supposed to be the sharpest weapon in front of the lord, yet it is always protected?

It's like the moss climbing up the stone steps has eroded their hearts little by little.

Seeing the God-inspector who had disappeared for so long again, feeling the familiar spiritual power, mixed emotions poured into Fu Sangshen's brain like a flood.

But at this moment, Sanriyue, who was usually a little off-line, stood up first.

He straightened his wide skirts, Shi Shiran stood at the nearest position, bent slightly and approached the black-haired boy, the light and shadow floating in his eyes like pieces of gold penetrated the turbulent sea, he smiled as always, very smiling straightforward.

It's just that there is no smile in the crooked eyes as usual.

"Hahahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time, my lord is taller than before the explosion." San Riyue restrained her expression, and seriously looked at the still young god judge.

Compared with the presumptuous appearance when he first came to Honmaru, he could feel a subtle difference in the boy, which was something that had been precipitated after experiencing the turbulence of the magnificent world.

Thinking that this is the price the protagonist is forced to grow up in a place where they can't see, because they can't protect him, he...

"Hmph, of course."

Sanriyue lowered her deep eyes, opened them again, tilted her head as if in distress, and continued to speak inexplicably. "The old man really can't stand the toss. Usually, I don't like to do it myself. Others help me to dress up. Sometimes I can't cheer up in the internal competition, but—"

"If it's anything related to the lord, I and everyone will definitely not sit idly by. We can no longer bear the despair of waiting anxiously but having nowhere to know the safety of the person we care about."

Known as the most beautiful sword in the world, the sword said solemnly, "Mmm-my lord, give us the qualification to consider your safety. When we are in danger, please allow us to stand in front of you. It is our duty to fight the enemy bravely." Mission, at this time, even the old man can't lick his face and ask to be taken care of."

"Jiguang's name is not in vain, please let us dedicate all our strength!"

Guang Zhouyou looked up and was shocked immediately.

Countless pairs of sincere eyes from servants cast on him, as if expressing the endless fighting spirit and loyalty in his heart!

So these servants wanted to sign an indescribable soul contract from the abyss?

Guangzhou took a step back deeply moved, he nodded slowly, opened his arms in awe-inspiring manner, raised his chest and retracted his abdomen, with the expression of a noble lord proudly waiting for the low-end monster to offer his soul.

Guangzhou said loudly, "I agree with your sacrifice! Come on! Let the delicious soul come more violently!"

"..."

Sanriyue, who obviously couldn't connect to the brain circuit, slowed down by half a beat. Looking at this slightly hungry posture, he fell into a short thought.

In the end, the beautiful Fu Sangshen bent his eyes, couldn't help but raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, soft waves waved in his eyes, and Fu Sangshen began to play dumb without any surprise, "Hahaha, my lord is still the same as before." It's so lovable!"

The submerged atmosphere at the scene finally came alive, and the previous events were finally overturned.

Yiqi squeezed past the turbulent colleagues, and sat next to the judge who had been taking care of him as a younger brother. He still smiled softly, but there was indescribable worry in his tone, "You... my lord, what's the matter with you?" What have you been through for a while?"

Hearing this question, the noisy Fu Sangshen quieted down, and his bright eyes spoke of their inner anticipation for the answer.

Guangzhou's eyes darkened slightly. He listened to the breathless voices of the swords and swords, and finally slowly spoke about this extraordinary experience, "This begins with the battle between the Clough ruler and the Mauritian turkey 1000 million years ago. ——It was a shocking scene of weeping ghosts and gods..."

Fu Sangshen's expression looked like he had eaten something unclean: "..."

Half an hour later, I heard the fantasy story from 890 million years ago. Youdao raised his hand with a dull expression, "That... can we start from a year ago, please."

"Oh, what a bunch of wayward servants." Guangzhou sighed helplessly.

This magnificent fantasy story finally officially unfolded from the dark emperor himself.

In the process of telling the story, the expressions of the swordsmen in the adult group have miraculously changed from blue to purple and then to green, which is mixed with murderous intent and cursing towards a certain culprit. attracted.

In the end, when he heard that his own god-judgment had accomplished the feat of "building a country" in another world, even Fu Sangshen, who was usually the most moody and bland, was stunned, staring at Guangzhou with incredible eyes, "... ..."

Where does the lord need someone to protect? !