save the judge

Izumi Jinguji put his hands in Haori's wide sleeves, hesitantly looking at Osamu Dazai who was humming happily beside him.

Mikazuki and Yaken, who had their knives back on their bodies, are still lying in the hotel, and Tsurumaru, who went out to play... probably will suddenly show his original shape on the road...

Jingujiquan thought silently about the scene where Tsurumaru suddenly fell to the ground with a bang while walking on the street, and not only covered his face, it was really exciting to think about.Jingujiquan, who lacks imagination, never expected that the scene Tsurumaru actually faced was a hundred times more exciting than he imagined.

But he is not worried that Tsurumaru will be picked up or something, as long as he can release his spiritual power again, the fusangshen who have branded his spiritual power long ago will naturally find it back, which is more effective than GPS.

The important thing now is...he looked at the curly-haired young man who was jumping happily on the street, and he felt that human life should be the first priority.

So let them calm down in the body knife first.

Jinguji Izumi thought so after finding a good-sounding reason to sneak out to play.

The young man with iris-colored eyes is really handsome. His thin body is wrapped in a long sand-colored windbreaker. He is like the kind of public lover that all women will be obsessed with. He has the sweetest language and the most seductive He can kneel down on one knee and say lingering love words to you at any time, and his soft-colored eyes are often filled with full and warm affection, as if seeing the person in front of him is seeing through the ending of this life.

Although his usual words and deeds are unreliable, it is undeniable that he himself gives people a strong sense of security-a very wonderful contrast.

Dazai didn't mind the naked scrutiny of the young man around him at all, and suddenly turned his head to ask him with interest: "Can Izumi-kun do me a favor?"

The two are walking on a street that is not very prosperous and not very remote. There are two rows of shops stretching out. The sweetness of milk tea and the spicy taste of barbecue are mixed together, which can make people feel a very real world of smoke and fire. .

"Huh?" Jingujiquan was very relaxed. He liked to be among ordinary people like this, as if he was also a member of such a busy crowd.

"Ah... Can I ask Quan-kun to buy me some nerve-relaxing medicine?" Osamu Dazai stared at a pharmacy not far ahead, suddenly excited, his eyes sparkling, and his face said, "I came up with a good idea." expression.

"I heard that if you take too much of that kind of medicine, you will have a very comfortable hallucination! I want to try the combination of medicine and hanging to commit suicide. Will there be no suffocation feeling? Compared with simple medicine or hanging, this kind of double insurance It should be more reliable, maybe this time it will succeed!"

Dazai Osamu held his face with his bandage-wrapped hands, and tried his best to open his beautiful eyes wide. A young man in his 20s showed no shame in being cute.

The point is, looking at that face, Jingujiquan really felt cute...

He silently turned his eyes around a little, and he didn't have any strange reaction when he heard Dazai kept yelling about committing suicide. Instead, he discussed with him calmly: "Where did you get the knowledge? That kind of medicine won't have it." What kind of hallucination, otherwise wouldn't it become a substitute for soft drugs? And if you hang yourself, the neck will be stretched very long, right? A corpse like a giraffe...is it okay?"

Jingujiquan asked sincerely, in a calm and serious tone, and was completely discussing academic issues.This is probably the first time Dazai has seen such an attitude. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then suddenly yelled, covering his neck with his hands: "Giraffe?! I've never thought about this question before!"

However, you who have such a radiant desire to live, why do you have such an unconsciously familiar attitude towards death?

The corners of Dazai's mouth curled up into a beautiful line, it's really annoying, such a person.But the strange thing is that this kind of person always appears around him, and that little dwarf is also this person...

Jingu Jiquan noticed at a glance that Dazai was distracted, wondering who he was thinking of, with a very disgusted expression on his face.

But surprisingly, it is more real and lively than the usual exaggerated and lively cheerfulness.

"Who did Dazai-kun think of?" Jingu Jiquan was a little curious. After all, Dazai Osamu has a personality that is too smart at first glance, so he is good at hiding his likes and dislikes. He can smile and be friendly with anyone. It must be said that it is special for him to show such obvious dislike.

"...a slug." Dazai pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly began to sigh, "The stupidest slug in the world, but how smart a slug's brain can be, it shouldn't be forced like this, the problem is that this slug is not only stupid, but also It's still short, and it's so dark that it can't be seen at night. Only its strength value is acceptable. I played it so badly back then, hahahahaha, hey~ it's so fun..."

Hey hey hey, the style of painting has changed, the big devil king, Dazai-kun!

Jingujiquan is a little hard to understand, although Dazai is stepping hard on that... that "slug-kun" inside and out, but how do you say that sentence?Do strong hatred and strong love have something in common?You can use such a long space to complain about a person, Dazai-kun, don't you find something inconsistent with your previous personality?

In fact, Osamu Dazai was very happy when he complained. This man with a bad personality like a child dared to talk nonsense in front of his master. He has not changed his nonsense after being beaten for two years. bad habits, let alone now that it is unsupervised by the port mafia.

His current goal in life is to commit suicide in a clear and energetic manner. Of course, it would be even better if he could invite a gentle and beautiful lady to commit suicide together.Anyway, the dark little guy had better not get in the way of him no matter what—

The river across Yokohama flows quietly, and this river is already a very kind existence in Dazai's eyes.After all, in the past two years, Kunikida has fished out his partner from the upper, middle and lower reaches of this river no less than twenty times, either by accident or by the police, but Osamu Dazai still enjoys trying various postures and methods of entering the water .

- like now.

The young man with dark brown curly hair stood on the bank of the river, looking at the chimneys erected in the opposite port, the gray smoke spewed out from the iron device, twisted by the wind to form a series of clumsy strokes, from thick to thick in a very natural way. faded into the blue sky over the harbour.

"If you jump from there, will it feel like growing wings?" Dazai muttered to himself looking at the puffs of smoke.

"It's going to be ugly, you'll be smashed into a pool of rotten meat or something...Maybe you have to ask the sanitation workers to scoop you up with a shovel." Jingongjiquan replied very sincerely and realistically.

"That makes sense, after all, I'm not the type that likes to cause trouble for others..." Dazai nodded in agreement, then walked around the river bank twice, and with a "hey" sound, he assumed a standard diving posture Dive headfirst into the river!

Jingujiquan: "?!"

Did you just jump at a disagreement?No notice or anything? !

Dazai's movements were really neat and crisp, obviously rich in experience, without any warning or hesitation, Jingujiquan subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull him, only grabbed the belt of his windbreaker, and was dragged into the river with him. In the sky, there was a big splash of water.

The river in the evening was warmed by the sun, and the river gently brushed his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, hugging him deeply.Jingujiquan is actually not very good at swimming, at most he can float himself in the water, but he has been holding on to the belt without letting go, letting the weight of his hand wrap him down together.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell from the river surface and passed through the water layer, turning into a deep and transparent orange-red color. The dark brown-haired young man half-closed his eyes, and the iris purple eyes under the drooping eyelashes glowed with damp light.

The cheerful smile that always hung on his face disappeared, and it became another kind of more silent and calm smile, as if he was happy for the arrival of this moment from the bottom of his heart, death swaggered the black rose, The lover who has been tossing and turning in the world goes to embrace it without hesitation.The child-like mischievous character was crushed in the water, so Jingujiquan saw the gloomy indifference seeping from his eyes, and the alienation that was incompatible with the whole world.

too familiar...

That look.

Can't find the meaning of self-existence, can't find the goal of living, have no direction to move forward, dreams, ideas, beliefs... everything is people's self-talk, whether it is happiness or pleasure, anyway, there is no such thing Things, this world is so sad that people can't understand, even living is a heavy and cold shackle, and every breath is the despair that cannot be released in the heart.

The gas in his lungs turned into fine bubbles and floated up to the surface of the water, holding back the desire to cough and breathe. Jingujiquan stretched out his hand forcefully, grabbed Dazai's shoulders and pulled him closer. The other party lazily raised his eyelids, as if just Seeing the same person, he suddenly laughed innocently and happily, and put his arms around Jingujiquan's waist with his back.

No... I want to take you up, what are you dragging me for!

Jingujiquan was a little desperate. Could it be that this suicide lover thought he was here to accompany him to die in love?It's terrible!

The chest began to ache due to lack of oxygen, Jingujiquan frowned, his throat was a little hot and humid, and he really wanted to cough...

A hand wearing a black glove suddenly clasped his waist, pulling him up the river steadily and quickly. Jingujiquan glanced and saw the other hand of the man, obviously not giving Dazai such a good hand. The treatment was simply grabbing one of his curly hairs as a fulcrum.

Hey...it hurts to look at it.

Jingujiquan thought in a daze, fortunately, the savior didn't grab his hair because he saw his hair growing...

The top of the head broke through the water, and the feet touched the ground. The water level quickly dropped from the neck to the waist, and a large amount of fresh air poured into the lungs. Jingujiquan began to cough frantically. It trickled down through the crevices, and fell drop by drop on the water surface, pulling out light red traces, which soon disappeared.

"Dazai! What the hell are you doing!"

A hoarse and irritable voice sounded, and the brown-haired young man, who was still immersed in the dream of dying, blinked blankly, and his face fell apart after seeing the person in front of him: "What! Why do you still see this little man after death?! "

"...Ah?! Who the hell are you talking about!" The voice became even more irritable, and it rose to a height of two meters one out of thin air, and with this momentum alone, it could crush Dazai severely.

However, his opponent was very calm and ignored him at all.

Dazai trudged out of the water, walked to Jingujiquan, squatted down, wiped off the water on his face, wet curly hair stuck to his face, his eyes were bright and gentle: "Are you okay? This time The suicide experiment failed again, and I have to stay in the world for a few more days..."

Jingujiquan wiped away the blood from his mouth, stretched out his hand to stir the river a few times, and looked at him with a smile: "No problem, normal reaction, maybe I can encourage you to make persistent efforts? But this——"

The savior who was still standing in the water looked back, wearing a rigorous and high-end three-piece black suit, his slightly long orange curly hair was soaked by the water, hanging limply around his neck, bright and fiery orange like a flame With hair as deep and transparent as the ocean, he is really a good-looking young man. The only problem is...

Visually, it seems that it is really not too high...