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

The head of the North American group of supernatural beings who was in a mess didn't allow everyone to look at him leisurely and elegantly, and he didn't even wait for anyone to see clearly, or everyone hasn't recovered from the shocking aftertaste brought by the sofa, Francis He and his two subordinates disappeared into the venue out of thin air, as if turning around and pushing open an invisible door, entering a different space.

Nakajima exclaimed in disbelief, "That man, disappeared!"

"Hush! It's too loud." Kunikida spread out his handbook and began to record the characteristics of the opponent's abilities.

When he came out again, Francis had already changed into another suit, and the blond hair symbolizing exotic blood was also put back on his head.

Unbelievably, the handsome face of the leader of the group still had an incomparable smile. It seemed that the accident just now did not cause him any negative emotions of anger or hatred, and even his arrogance was not damaged in the slightest. What kind of accident can make this man lose all his grace.

A group of people swaggered to the seats on the other side and settled down.Lucy stood still by the seat, took out a bottle of red wine from her supernatural space and poured it on Francis, but this time the leader of the combination just took a sip perfunctorily, and then put it back on the glass coffee table beside it , and no further evaluation.

I don't know why, maybe it's an illusion... Standing behind him, Lucy could tell a bit of lingering fear from their leader's graceful movements as usual.

She also heard the man's interesting voice, as if muttering to herself, "It's really a unique welcome ceremony... I take back my thoughts just now, and now the items in this auction are worth 1000 million US dollars."

At this time, all the lights in the venue were dimmed, and everything was completely in the dark.

The glimmer of light filtered from the stained glass of the circular dome into colored patches, cutting the black shadows on the ground into pieces, and gradually fading away the bustling voices.

Suddenly, a white column of concentrated light that broke through the darkness fell from above, illuminating a corner of the auction hall that was comparable in size to the habitat of a giant dragon.

That location is next to the central podium which is a section above the ground at the front, and it can be reached by walking down the stairs on one side, but there was no one there.

But just as the spotlight hit, a vague figure jumped into the black shadow. After everyone concentrated their attention, they realized that the black figure was not a strange thing, but a person.

...a young man in a blue and white haori, holding a Japanese sword in his hand, which should be a sword in terms of length.This young samurai is wearing a traditional costume that is incompatible with other people in the venue. The white pompom feather button is fastened in front of the body, the light blue pattern inside the feather is covered by the black armor, and the lower body is wearing a dark blue horse riding hakama and a blue nose. Xu's shoes look like members of the samurai organization at the end of the Tokugawa period in Japan.

The face is pretty, but it appears very strange, I don't know why.

At the scene, only some people who had contact with this organization and some people who were particularly well-informed were moved.

Immediately afterwards, more and more sword-wielding warriors jumped down along the beams of light laid around the venue one after another, like the eyes of the formation in which each performed their duties and took their positions, surrounding the entire venue.

These strangely dressed young samurai are obviously from the same organization, but they don't have a sense of uniform dress like the local bully port mafia, but each has its own personality.It's not like ordinary warriors are covered with scars from practicing martial arts, with fierce eyes and astonishingly good appearance.

Or wearing a lead gray suit with a gold-rimmed black breastplate tied tightly with a red rope, with leather and red rope tied loosely on the thighs like half a piece of bell-like leg armor, with a calm look; or long hair like ink tied into a waist-length ponytail , a black kimono with a long purple hakama printed with the family crest on a white background. The Japanese-style Japanese rope is solemnly and solemnly tied around the waist, cuffs and shoulder armor like the golden ribbon of the sun god, and the gold-plated gauntlets are easily held Odachi, taller than an adult man, looks indifferent and ascetic; either neatly dressed in a dark blue military uniform with the same background color and pattern, or wearing a practitioner's bandage and loosely wearing a loose cassock, Gu The tassels are hanging on the bloomers with white cloud pattern on the black background, and the straw sandals woven with flax-colored straw rope are carelessly worn.

"Yamato is safe and sound, come on!"

"Mutsu Shoujixing, join in!"

"Sao Su Sword, join in!"

"Sanri Yuezong is approaching, join us!"

"..."

One sound after another, the Fu Sangshens landed around the entire ring-shaped venue, standing in a natural posture, and let the visitors look at them in amazement and bewilderment indifferently.

These men with swords in their hands are all handsome, graceful, and natural in nature, but their temperaments are very different. In the past, it would have attracted the attention of ordinary people, but now it appears here at the same time. The power and beauty of different styles are gathered together, and every frown and smile is enough to bloom a dazzling light that makes it hard to open your eyes.

When they uttered their names aloud, the shocking feeling like a torrent of natural disasters had stayed in everyone's hearts and could not leave for a long time.

Kunikida and Dazai glanced at each other, and the two reacted quickly.

Nakajima held his heart that was throbbing with the atmosphere of the scene, and quickly recalled the wording of the entrustment letter sent by the military department. He wore outlandish costumes out of touch with the times, and wore various swords with superb sword skills. Samurai, although it is impossible to see through their sword skills at present, but at least their skills are very dexterous, "Are they the so-called abyss... traffickers?"

Renhu stumbled a few times, but still couldn't remember the full name of this organization. He put away his exaggerated expression, but his mouth still couldn't stop being amazed.

"Have they all arrived? It's really huge. Could it be that they also got some news?"

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, but stared blankly aside.

Dun followed his gaze to look over there, and was also stunned.

It was a "girl" wearing a dark military uniform, with long orange hair hanging over her shoulders, and half of a bamboo tube-shaped shoulder armor on the puff sleeves blooming with lace petals, and a brown leather belt outlined a slender waistline , and then there is the absolute realm of allure between skirts and black barrel socks.But this is not the reason why Renhu was stunned, he was speechless because he had seen this "girl" before!

Nakajima: "..." Isn't this the chicken spirit summoned by Youjiang in the Chinese restaurant! ! !

Why is she here?Could it be that he was abandoned after being summoned, unable to return to his unnaturally "dead" body, so he had to stay in the human world, and then the leader of the abyss traffickers discovered something special and stayed in the organization?

Renhu couldn't help thinking wildly, and deliberately avoided the eyes of Dazai and Kunikida, as if he was afraid that they would see something wrong.

Noticing the hot eyes of several people, Ranto Shiro, who was particularly eye-catching among a group of men, turned his head to look at the few people from the detective agency. He smiled generously at the group of people and bent his eyes. Don who has no presence in the restaurant.

At the moment when he looked into the eyes of this young man, Atsushi seemed to be able to see the Aegean Sea, which was bluer than the sky.

Sparkling and charming.

Nakajima blushed.

A man who has no experience in dealing with women at all made gestures, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know who he was explaining to. "Ah, that, Kunikida-san, she is... I think..."

"What are you trying to say, Aunt?" Kunikida, who had been listening for a long time, didn't know what the kid was up to, so he simply blocked the channel from him in one direction.

On the other hand, Dazai, who was holding his face, looked bewildered, and the stars in his eyes were flickering wildly, "Ah, that beautiful young lady! I'm going to die... Smiling at me, Kunikida-kun, if I invite her to die in love with me now , I feel that there will be an 80.00% probability of success!"

"...You have an 80.00% chance of being strangled to death by me right now!!!"

at the same time,

The two fusangshen, California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou Anding, who landed on the side of the door, looked at each other, and raised their hands to open the heavy carved door with a height of four meters in the middle.

Da da da.

The men with swords and swords all intertwined their gazes at the gate, and ray after ray of light squeezed out from the gap that widened and widened, outlining the backlit figure that just walked to the door in flickering flickering.

The visitor stood resolutely in the light.

Everyone followed the eyes of the men with swords and swords in surprise.

After all, no one knows how he made clear but heavy footsteps like a mammoth passing by on such a thick carpet, and no one knows why there is an extra mobile phone in the corridor where everyone walks. To brighten the bright lights.

Since the three members of the detective agency are located at the front of the venue, they can't see through the huge space to see the face in the shadows. At this moment, Nakajima has completely turned upside down, with his buttocks pouted out of shape Kneeling and sitting on the sofa, his knees sank into the sofa cushion, and the two tiger claws firmly gripped the backrest. He stretched his neck trying to see the other person's face, and blinked his curious eyes, "This is from the abyss peddler." The leader, Dazai-san?...It's too far away, so I can't see clearly."

Of course, Kunikida couldn't allow himself to kneel on the sofa and peek at it impolitely. Although he was curious to death, he still maintained a posture of sitting upright.

He just turned his head slightly, and taught the newcomers very calmly, "Sit down, you brat! Our detective agency is not a fledgling newcomer like you! Since the owner of this organization has appeared, he will definitely show his face, don't worry. .”

"But... Dazai-san, he..."

"Huh?" He snorted threateningly.

"...No, nothing."

And at the moment when this person stepped into the venue, Kunikida could only see a certain kind of light erupting from the eyes of the warriors holding swords in front of him from his narrow observation angle, deep and excited... how to describe it?It was a look in the eyes of believers who finally saw the backbone.

Like a drop of water falling into the surface of the lake and ripples, the warriors are centered around man, half-kneeling down like the tide, with one knee bent, and the other hand holding a weapon and tapping the ground with the tip of the knife, just like the look of a loyal general in a country on the ancient Roman battlefield Respectfully bowed his noble head.

For their emperor, their pillar, their Dominus, is coming!

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Under the gaze of the dark emperor, the fusang gods called out in unison, majestic.

Like thunder, like a war horse rustling, everyone was forced by this terrifying momentum for a while, unable to make any sound.

The visitor took a step forward, and finally walked into the light from the back of the shadow shrouded in strong light. Those who were close could finally see the visitor's face.This is a face that is too young, like a snow jade that has been carefully carved, only the indifferent and alienated expression shows that this person is different from ordinary fourteen or five-year-old teenagers.

Those who accepted the invitation to come to the auction, they may have thought that the leader of this organization is a shrewd old man over [-] years old, or a scruffy scientific madman, or an ambitious middle-aged man, but they never thought of being able to undertake The leader of the abyss traffickers whose influence radiates throughout Yokohama will be such a boy who looks like he just walked out of a fairy tale castle.

As the person approached step by step, Nakajima finally saw the person's face clearly with his excellent eyesight of the tiger power. He opened his mouth, turned his head to look at Kunikida, and then at Dazai, the corners of his mouth twitched, saying no Speak up.

"...?!?!"

Affected by Atsushi's demented expression, Kunikida finally couldn't help turning his head back.

He pressed his fingers against the glasses frame on his nose, and stared over there with wide eyes. A familiar face inadvertently broke into his line of sight, so inattentively that he couldn't help constricting his pupils, and even began to doubt whether his vision was real. Not a problem.

Kunikida calmly took off the glasses from his face, wiped off the fog on them with a handkerchief, put them on again, and muttered to himself, "It's all because of Mitsuki, I've been under too much pressure recently, and I actually developed I have hallucinations, tsk... Seeing his hallucinations on this occasion is really a bad omen."

He stared seriously again for a long time.

Then fell into a long silence.

"..."

A few seconds later, Kunikida's heart was stimulated and his eyes widened in shock. He felt that there were colorful blocks in front of him, which was most likely a sign of fainting. He gritted his teeth with his last breath.

"...Wait!!! Why is this guy here, he is actually here?! Wait, is he the leader behind this abyss seller? That name... Damn, I should have thought of it earlier! So , the culprit who kept me busy for three days, ruined the plan I had arranged in my notebook, and exhausted my brain cells every day to investigate this weird organization, is he eating ice cream with my money every day? ?!"