When Dazai became a god judge

"So? As the king behind the scenes, do you want to retire?" Nakahara Chuya popped a small stone between his thumb and middle finger, unable to discern his emotions.

The stone rolled "da da da" into the distance, buried in the endless darkness.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of ruins.But as long as the Demon God Pillar is not extinguished, it may not take more than a month for dilapidated, cold and lifeless buildings to be erected again.

"Yes! Just now Chaldea sent a communication. The master and her heroic spirits are already in place, and the spirit son transfer will be carried out soon." Dazai Osamu supported his upper body with his arms and looked into the distance. He squinted at Zhongyuan from the corner of his eye. Chuya, "Your body is almost unable to hold on, isn't it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused imperceptibly, and lowered his head resignedly, "So you have already noticed it."

The Central Plains is not a complete regular heroic spirit, he is a "pseudo" heroic spirit who can be summoned in this world by taking advantage of the loopholes of the heroic spirit summoning system.His body is still in the intensive care unit of the hospital under the port mafia. It is very difficult to maintain a state of suspended animation, because his body must maintain a proper serious injury state. This is like crossing a single-plank bridge, and a standard measurement must be maintained at all times. If the injury slows down, it is possible to regain consciousness and wake up. If the injury is too serious and does not receive immediate medical treatment, it will really die a long time.

Even with Yosano Akiko, the limit of the special ability "Please Don't Die" can only be treated within 2 minutes after the heart stops beating, and after that, it is impossible to recover.

Being able to persist until this time is already the limit.

Nakahara Chuya clenched his fist and collided with Dazai Osamu's outstretched palm, "It's a pity, I don't have time to make you angry."

Before the fist touched the palm, it turned into thousands of dots of golden light, which flowed away with the wind.

The soft and warm pale golden light reluctantly lingered in the air around Zhongye in the Central Plains, and the handsome face of the young man seemed a little hazy against the light.

"Call me as a foreigner next time! Stinky green mackerel." Nakahara Chuya's voice seemed to come from a distant and misty distance.

The sound and brilliance also disappeared in the Central Plains and then died suddenly.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his palm, paused for a while facing the void that also disappeared in the Central Plains, and then walked away with rhythmic steps without looking back, "Who wants to call you again! Stupid slug."

***

Yamabuchi Kunihiro said worriedly: "Mr. Dazai, is it really okay for us to put Ms. Joan of Arc Alter there like this? Her injury hasn't fully healed yet." , when life and death were at stake, the grumpy Miss Avenger offered to help them.

Osamu Dazai didn't turn his head when he heard the words, and was still pacing slowly among the restaurants in Huajie, "No problem, the master of Chaldea has arrived. Heroes who save the beauty are not suitable for us who are low-key."

You yourself are not humble at all.Not to mention the dangerous behavior of suicide from time to time, but the outstanding appearance and the unique temperament exuded from the inside out, which naturally become the focus of everyone's eyes wherever he goes.

"By the way, quilt, did you give Miss Jeanne Alter the gift I asked you to give her?"

Yamabuki Kunihiro said seriously: "I put things in her handbag, and I should be able to find them when I wake up."

Sir, don't you really feel a little bit ashamed and disturbed when you give the evening gown you got from robbing the clothing store to someone else?

"That's right, a beautiful lady needs to wear an elegant evening dress to be more intelligent and elegant. It's a pity that she just made a wedding dress for someone else." Dazai Osamu rubbed his chin, and he was reflected in the windows of the shops on the street. His face seemed distressed.

"Oh, sorry!"

Mikazuki Zongjin, who was much behind Dazai Osamu, bumped into a fast-moving man with bad eyesight, and the gentle and polite Taidao Fusangshen helped him up and apologized.

Apologizing in Shinjuku is useless, people prefer to use force to solve problems, and Mikazuki Munekin just apologized subconsciously after years of good habits.

When he reacted, one of his hands was already quietly resting on the blade.

"No, it's okay." The man supported his waist in pain, and advised him like a kind and kind old man: "Young people should walk carefully. It hurts a person as old as me to be bumped."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I..." The familiar voice made Sankai Yuezong's eyes widen, staring at the old man at a close distance, "You...you are..." James Moriarty.

"Do you know me?" James Moriarty excitedly pressed Mikazuki Muneki's shoulder, "I have never been able to remember who I am. Can you tell me my name?"

Could it be... a bloody plot like amnesia?

Sanri Yuezong looked closely at the man who looked exactly like the evil professor on the top of the tower, pondered for a moment, and shook his head, "No, I don't know you. Sorry, my eyesight is not very good."

He thought irresponsibly: They are going to leave anyway, so let the master of Chaldea solve this kind of messy problem!

"Mr. Dazai, please wait for me!" Mikazuki Zongjin dragged his heavy steps to catch up with his master and companions who were waiting in front of him.

That's all there is to him.

"Mikazuki, who were you talking to just now?" Osamu Dazai asked casually.

"No one." Mikazuki Zongjin showed an alluring smile, blinding Honosuke's eyes, "I just bumped into an old man accidentally, that's all."

"Oh, I was taken care of by you for a little bit of Mikazuki, don't let him bump into others again, there are not many people who lost their memory in Shinjuku and did not pursue your fault." Osamu Dazai continued to move forward indifferently.

Is this what you expected too?

Sanri Yuezong shivered in horror, perhaps, becoming the enemy of the main hall is the greatest misfortune for the enemy of the main hall.

"Are you all seated?"

Everyone in the spirit child basket nodded.

The cold and non-mechanical voice of the machine sounded, "Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one. Spirit transfer begins!"

When I set foot on the ground again, I could see the green hills, clear water, and idyllic small buildings with the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Time froze at this moment.

Fu Sangshen sat on the ground panting heavily, then hugged Foxnosuke in a disfigured way and wept bitterly.

"Hey, he's finally back, Liu Jiang thought he was going to die in Shinjuku."

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"Hahaha, I can finally see, the old man's bones are about to be tossed and broken."

Osamu Dazai raised his forehead helplessly, why did I raise you worthless knives?

The first one to rush out to meet them was not the expected and fastest mobile dagger, nor the original swordsman Kanesada, but a strange young man with short brown hair.

The first thing that catches the eye is the long legs of the young man, then the tall and straight figure, the resolute face, and the loyalty and self-blame that radiate from the eyes from the bottom of the heart.

The brown-haired young man rushed to the place three steps away from Dazai Zhi, stopped suddenly, put on his clothes, solemnly, and then knelt down with a "boom" under Dazai Zhi's inexplicable gaze, buried his head deeply in his arms, feeling dull His tone of self-blame was full of self-blame, "Master, Yaki Hasebe's rescue is late, please punish me."

Rao was shocked and as calm as Dazai Osamu, and was in a trance for three seconds.Where am I?who is thisWhat the hell is he doing?

It was only in a trance for three seconds, and Osamu Dazai stared at the young man kneeling in the standard Dogeza posture calmly at his feet. He was getting close, and the power of the contract told him that this is Fusangshen, belonging to this Honmaru, belonging to him knife.

"Get up first, is Yakiri Hasebe right? Do you remember how to introduce yourself when you first met your master?" Dazai Osamu did not directly deny the self-blaming thought of "I was wrong" in Yakiri Hasebe's mind or Instead of reassuring him, he used a more roundabout way to divert the attention of the pressing and cutting Chang Gubu.

The brunette Da Dao still had a lot of things to say, but when the master asked him a question, he had to answer it first, and it was not a difficult question.

He stood up, lowered his head, and said in a low and steady voice, "I'm Yashibu. As long as it's the Lord's command, I will do it for you no matter what."

Osamu Dazai recalled in his mind the introduction about cutting Hasebe in the book of sword books. If the god speaks, he will complete it for you without hesitation.

Nishi Hasebe is one of the most powerful contenders for the first chef in Honmaru's loyal Fusangshin.

The young judge showed a knowing smile, as if he had been waiting for a thousand years, he asked expectantly: "Can you really do everything for me?"

The back of the press-cut Hasebe is more straightened.He didn't change his uniform, he was still wearing a military uniform. From the moment he was forged, he had longed for how to meet his God-inspector.

However, the original knife of this pill told him that the judge was not in this pill, he couldn't get in touch, and lost the news...

And the Government of Time, which they pinned all their hopes on, only replied with one sentence: Nothing to do for the time being, just wait patiently.

Compared with Fu Sangshen, who generally accepted the inexplicable inexplicability of the interrogator and was more at ease, Yaki Hasebe was in a state of anxiety, waiting all day long in the outer courtyard closest to the time-space converter, waiting for his master to return safely.

He was like a wounded frightened bird, rushing out at the slightest sign of trouble.

After countless hopes failed, he was finally the first to wait for his master.

Press-cut Hasebe took a deep breath and replied slowly but firmly, "Yes, Lord. I will do my best."