save the judge

The blood-splattered door finally opened after being closed for more than three hours. Tsurumaru and Sanriyue held a man paralyzed on the ground with his limbs and joints removed, and watched the group of frightened guests scrambling to get out. door.

"Attempted kidnapping and extortion, attempted robbery... It sounds like there is only one malicious murder that can be established?" Jingujiquan looked at "Pingzhi" who was lying on his back on the ground.

The other party gave a cold snort with backbone, and exhausted his last stubbornness to ignore Jingujiquan's words.

In the next second, there was a "嗤", and the shimmering short knife stuck to his face and pierced into the carpet. The coldness of a metal weapon made his hair stand on end all over his body, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched uncontrollably. I shivered.

Fu Sangshen with black hair and purple pupils knelt down beside him, showing a gentlemanly smile to his frightened eyes.

"...Ahhhhhhhhh what are you asking!"

The sense of danger of the sharp blade sticking to his face made him subconsciously want to turn his head, but he didn't dare to move. He himself is a fighting scum, and his combat effectiveness is not as good as that of a goose. He usually does more elegant work, fighting and killing All the work is done by his partner.

And now his partner...

"Pingzhi" squinted his eyes with difficulty, and saw that "White Yexing" who was lying in a row with him was looking at the ceiling with a very detached posture, his eyes were calm, and his expression was calm. He became a captive and seemed to be a Buddha who was about to pass away.

Jingujiquan thought for a while: "I don't ask why you did this... Where did you hide that crown?"

The guests who came to the banquet this time were all from the upper class in Yokohama, the rich and powerful. If it weren't for an unexpected change like Jingujiquan, it would not be difficult for the two of them to get money, and their movements were agile. If you hurry up, you should be on the ship fleeing Yokohama by now.

It's a pity that it's a pity that this "Jingu Temple Spring" has changed its core.

Jingujiquan was not interested in their plan at all, he was more interested in the precious St. Louis crown.

The crown disappeared so quietly that even Yaoyan couldn't see the process of it disappearing, but according to the supernatural power of "Bai Yexing", there was another traitor to respond, so it is understandable that the crown disappeared in full view.

Who knew that "Ping Zhi" who was lying on the ground curled his lips, probably because the broken pot fell, and shouted angrily, "How do I know!"

"As soon as I used my ability to occupy this body, I saw that old man passed out in front of me. What can I do? I am still in a daze! It's fine if I don't have the condolences of a beautiful girl, and I open my eyes to face a big devil. Have you ever experienced the excitement? I am very hurt!"

"Pingzhi" was so excited that the blue veins on his neck burst out, his eyes were wide open, and he could see that the scene gave him a great psychological shadow: "Then-such a big belly! It feels like it's going to explode Ah! I still have to support him-God, is that something humans can do?!"

His words popped out like Bengdou, and Bai Yexing, who was beside him with a detached face, was interrupted in the process of enlightenment, and interrupted his words very unhappy: "It's so noisy."

The voice of "Ping Zhi" stopped abruptly, and after a pause of two seconds, the tone was raised again: "You think I'm noisy?! You, me, noisy?! I haven't disliked you for being so hard and cold! It was agreed at the beginning. The partner I assigned is a good-looking girl, what happened?! What happened?! They are all liars! Liars!"

Jingongjiquan and the three Fu Sangshen watched as the two guys who were paralyzed on the ground and could not move actually quarreled—one-sided, the other party fell into a state of fugue again after saying that sentence. The partner's runaway fell on deaf ears.

Seeing that "Ping Zhi" was so excited that he was about to sit up with the strength of his waist and abdomen and scold his colleagues angrily, Yao Yan quickly kicked him to lie down again.

"So, what about the crown?"

Realizing that he hadn't found the right person to talk to, Jingu Jiquan wisely gave up "Meiji" who was running amok, and threw the question to "Byakuya" who was on the sidelines.

The person who was asked raised his eyelids, and replied in a ninja style: "No more."

...I feel that this guy is not suitable for questioning...

With such faint melancholy, Jingu Jiquan wanted to sit down, but was pulled back by Tsurumaru behind him.

Fu Sangshen with golden eyes blinked at him cheerfully and livelyly: "The ground is very cold, if you sit in the main hall like this, you will get sick!"

Saying that, the white-clothed crane sat down cross-legged smoothly, and the soft feathers spread down, forming a fluffy snow ball.He patted his leg and looked at Jingongjiquan expectantly: "Come, come, sit in Crane's arms!"

Sankaiyue walked over from the side, laughed a few times, and stabbed Tsurumaru's waist with the tail of the sword at his waist: "Hey, such behavior is really too blatant."

Tsurumaru, who was bitten by the scabbard, bent his body: "Wow... Sankazuki..."

With the crescent moon in his eyes, Fu Sangshen looked graceful and generous, and his hands moved quickly. He took off Tsurumaru's feathers and spread them on the ground in twos and twos: "It's better like this."

"Hey... the wings of the crane..." Crane Maru, who was crying with his face covered, quietly leaned towards Jinguji Izumi, and then Yaken held his shoulders: "Tsurumaru Temple, why is it uncomfortable?" Is it? I recently studied the traditional therapy of the Tang Dynasty, and there is a trick that is very effective in treating muscle diseases, but there is just a lack of research subjects—"

Tsurumaru tilted his neck back vigilantly: "What is that?"

The calmest dagger of the Awataguchi family showed a dark smile: "Acupuncture."

The two fusangshen here started to quarrel, Jingongjiquan found a comfortable position and sat down, and continued to ask questions: "Why is it gone?"

"Bai Yexing" looked at him for two seconds with a look of looking at a fool, and lifted his lips, showing a mocking smile that hit the soul: "It's gone, it's gone, how do I know why it's gone, you should ask to take it away people."

After he finished speaking such a long sentence, he seemed to be very tired, and began to shut up again.

Jingujiquan was really a little surprised. They didn't take the crown. Could there be other supernatural beings among the guests?When did such supernatural beings appear everywhere like Chinese cabbage? !

"Pingzhi" over there was tired of outputting alone, and finally calmed down. After listening to them say a few words, he couldn't help interjecting: "God knows why it disappeared. Our goal was originally the crown and you. By the way, I want to get some Other extra money, who knows that half of the mission failed at the very beginning."

Jingujiquan pondered for a moment, and his eyes fell on the high platform in the center of the hall and the empty glass cover. The bright and clear light of the crystal lamp fell on the glass, refracting a clear and bright circle of light, floating on the ground, turning out one after another. Beautiful colorful circles.

At this moment of silence, the light at the door was suddenly blocked a little. Jingujiquan looked at the door, and a brown-haired young man in a sand-colored long windbreaker stood there with a smile, and raised his bandaged hand: "Good evening~ Everyone."

The wind outside the door blew over his messy dark brown curly hair and directly covered his face. Dazai raised his hand, looked down at the bloody patch on the ground, completely ignored the corpse, and tiptoed as if dancing The same step on the clean tiles: "Oh, it's really hard to get off..."

Sitting on the ground, Jingujiquan could only look up at the 1.8-meter-tall young man: "Mr. Dazai, why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai strolled around with his hands behind his back, circled the two people on the ground, squatted down with interest, and tried to remove the mask of "Bai Ye Xing": "I met a beautiful woman in a coffee shop. Miss, I was having a good conversation with her, and I will be able to successfully invite her to commit suicide with her soon... Then I received a call from Kunikida, saying that you haven't returned after the scheduled time."

Bai Yexing, who has always been indifferent to the outside world, was in a bad mood when he faced Osamu Dazai's vile hand. He desperately turned his face to resist the opponent's movement, his eyes were red with anger, as if Osamu Dazai's action was not intended to pull his mask , but to fight hard against his overlord.

Originally, Dazai still had nothing to do with looking at people's faces, but his character is that the more people resist him, the more vigorous he becomes. Seeing Bai Yexing's resistance, he immediately pressed his knees on the other person's waist, and quickly and ruthlessly lifted him. that cloth.

There is nothing special about the real face under the black cloth, if you have to say it, it is very white, very white.

Dazai glanced at it for a couple of times, then averted his gaze boredly: "The slug hasn't grown well yet..."

He threw away the mask casually, and stabbed Pingzhi next to him hard: "What's going on with this——"

Jingu Jiquan suddenly thought of what Dazai's supernatural power was, and subconsciously wanted to stop it, but it was already a step too late.

After "Ping Zhi" was poked, his expression suddenly became dull, as if the whole person was blank for two seconds. After a short moment of ignorance, he blinked his eyes, and the expression in his eyes changed instantly, with a bit of bewilderment and helplessness , obviously feeling at a loss for his current perspective: "This is... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before his question could be uttered, he screamed: "My hands! My feet! Ahhhhhh!"

He glanced at the few people around him in horror, trying to arch his body to stay away from them, apparently taking Jingujiquan and the others as outlaws: "Who are you! How did you get in?! No——Jingu Mr. Temple?!"

In the pain of dislocated hands and feet, he finally recognized a slightly familiar face: "Mr. Jinguji?! What, what's going on! I, I..."

Jingujiquan sighed helplessly, the fake Heiji ran away, and now there is only one innocent victim left, and I can't ask any more questions, so I had to explain a few simple words: "A bandit broke in and hijacked the guests. Fortunately, we have no other losses...except..."

Jingujiquan's eyes glanced at the door subtly, and he didn't say anything to stimulate the fragile Pingji, let him find out by himself...

Hearing about the bandits, Pingzhi opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg, his face was shocked and blank: "What?! Why...why I don't have any impression..."

Jingongjiquan pondered for a moment, bypassed the topic, and continued to add: "It's just that the crown in your family's collection should not be found."

He subconsciously waited for Pingzhi to question him in anger, but he saw that Pingzhi's shocked face froze for a moment, as if covering up, and quickly replaced it with exaggerated anger: "What?!"

Izumi Jinguji blinked his eyes, just as Dazai raised his head, their eyes met, and they smiled tacitly.

Dazai stood up, strolled towards the empty glass cover, and began to circle around the cover.

Jingujiquan noticed that Heiji's face became more and more stiff as Dazai approached the glass cover, and he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body, and he closed his mouth tightly and didn't know what he was thinking.

Then Dazai stretched out his hand, bent his knuckles and knocked on the glass, showing a very soft smile, his iris-purple eyes curled up, full of innocence and harmlessness: "Oh, even I, I know that the glass was broken three years ago. The sky-high price of the St.Louis Crown was released in the black market auction market, not to mention its own value, the insurance just for it is as high as [-] million U.S. dollars..."

Heiji subconsciously avoided Dazai's look, and admitted: "You are right, this crown was indeed sold for a very high price, and my father bought it at a high price, and he also said at the beginning that it would be a family heirloom. It has always been treasured."

Dazai stretched out one arm lazily, draped it carelessly on the glass cover, his whole body limply leaned against the glass cover as if his bones had been pulled out: "The family heirloom...then you shouldn't take it until the critical moment. Come out?"

Pingzhi shut his mouth.

Dazai became interested, regardless of whether there was anyone to cheer him on, he could say by himself: "Oh, yes, I heard that the Heiji family has suffered a bit of setback recently? Even Butei has heard about it, after all it is The ship king of Yokohama...I heard that two ships sank in a big storm? And some of the cargo ran into pirates while passing through the war zone? Oh, that's really unfortunate. It's such a juncture that you still have the idea to hold it Banquet, as expected of the Heiji family."

Ping Zhi clenched his teeth, his mandibles straightened, and his skin turned pale with force.

"I'm very interested in the identities of the guests, so I did a little research." Dazai snapped his fingers happily, "It doesn't matter what the other consuls are. Isn't it strange?"

Jingujiquan noticed that Heiji's cheek twitched.

"Then may I ask, how much insurance do you insure for such a precious crown?" Dazai dropped the last bomb.

Ping Zhi seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body, and his face turned gray, and he replied weakly: "... 12 billion."

As long as a hole is pried out, it is not difficult to dig out the rest.

The Pingzhi family suffered a huge blow, the stock price fell, the goods suffered heavy losses, and the capital chain was about to be broken. The two fathers and sons who were devastated could not survive this crisis. They thought together and put their ideas on the crown.

Of course, they couldn't sell it. Such cultural relics can't be sold at a high price if they are sold in a hurry. The two fathers and sons discussed it and decided to go another way: fraudulent insurance.

Hold a banquet and make the false impression that the crown was stolen in full view. In order to make it more real, they even found a professional theft gang anonymously, asked them to steal the crown, and told them that there were many Rich people, including people from the Jinguji family, can blackmail him, and then both parties will share.

Then hide the crown and pretend it has been stolen before they do it, the blame is put on the gang of thieves, no one will believe them even if they justify, the drama is complete, and they can also get the blackmail shrine Division of temple family.

Who knew that the person they invited was not a good stubble, they actually directly occupied Pingzhi's body to blackmail, and even killed people in public, now it's unclear who tricked whom.

Dazai groped for the high platform with his fingers full of fine wounds, and dug his fingers into a hidden gap, pulled it hard, and with a click, the board was separated, revealing a small gap.

Dazai reached in and touched it, and when he stretched out again, there was already a gorgeous and expensive crown on his hand.

Rivers of diamonds and crystals flow and glisten on a gold base, and deep blue gems reflect dazzling light.

"The crown of St. Louis..." Dazai held the precious treasure worth tens of thousands of gold, his eyes were calm and calm, and then he suddenly became miserable and cried out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As he spoke, he put the crown on top of the glass cover casually.