How I was forced to be the villain

The four people huddled together watched those villagers stab the girl's body with a hatchet. Kunikida Doppo stood up in shock, but saw the girl's figure faltered and disappeared.

The people in the village were even more shocked than them. A strong man who killed a person as easily as crushing a bug would tremble with fear.

"what happened!"

"Did they find it?"

"I-I don't want to die!"

The village chief immediately turned his head to look at the hooded man standing at the back.

The man didn't move, but shook his head slightly, which made the village chief calm down a lot.

"Just be quiet for me!"

Under the comfort of the village chief, the villagers finally calmed down. The village chief looked gloomyly at Kunikida Doppo who stood up, "Usually the priests never make mistakes, but you have problems as soon as you come. It seems that you should be sent to the mountains first." Go there first."

The villagers found a channel to vent their fear, and all pointed their finger at the tightly bound people.

They yelled and cursed in hatred, just like these outsiders killed their whole family.

Kunikida raised his head and saw a few people hiding in the grass behind everyone. It was Junichiro Tanizaki, which could explain why the girl just now was a fake.

Because the village has always been enshrining the boy on Xiangshan, fearing that it will be suppressed if it is leaked, the villagers are always watching them outsiders. Except for those who went up the mountain at night, some of them stayed in the house where the outsiders lived. Prepared to wait until late at night, when they were all in a deep sleep, they cut off their heads, took away the firecrackers, and left the girl to conceive a new sacrifice.

The few people left behind realized something was wrong, slipped out first under the cover of fine snow, and chased the traces and they went up the mountain.

Osamu Dazai found that even the few women were in the team going up the mountain, but there were far fewer men, so he could guess what they were going to do, and after calculating the time, Tanizaki and the others should have arrived so he was so relieved.

Now that the girl has been rescued, there is no threat, and they can easily escape here with their strength, but obviously the detective agency has no intention of leaving directly.

The two sides were ready to go, but suddenly they heard the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps, and something in the wind hummed faintly.

The ground trembled slightly, and the faces of the villagers turned pale instantly. The man with the hood just took a step forward, and when he wanted to do something, he immediately retracted his feet.

There was a tense atmosphere all around, and everyone in the detective agency was a little confused as they watched the arrogance of the villagers plummet.

It's as unprepared as seeing a pack of wolves turn into a rabbit's nest.

"What's wrong with them...?" Tanizaki Junichiro looked at Miyazawa Kenji slowly.

Kenji Miyazawa hesitated for a moment, and leaned into his ear: "Once upon a time, a bear entered our village, and grandparents showed such expressions."

That is the expression when you feel that your life is threatened.

But after a while, the trembling was so strong that people couldn't deceive themselves that it was an illusion. Suddenly, the villagers ran away with astonishing force, and some of them fell limp on the ground and were frightened stupid.

"They're here!"

"Help me!!"

Their reaction was too fast, without any buffer, as if they knew this day would come, and they knew what was coming.

The first person who rushed to the intersection stopped suddenly, pierced his chest with a naginata, blood sprayed on the face of the person behind him, the air froze for a moment, the person touched his face in a daze, showing panic scream.

The naginata was drawn out without delay, and with a plop, the villagers fell down, revealing the samurai carrying the naginata, and behind him, countless well-trained soldiers.

Seeing so many people, the samurai immediately became excited: "Everyone is really in a good mood, very happy, very happy!"

The samurai at the head had a rough figure, his upper body was very informal, and one eye was covered by a blindfold, looking like a bandit somewhere.

"We are in a hurry, the lord is still waiting for us." A cold voice came from behind the samurai, and a tall, straight and elegant man came out. He was wearing a gray and white kimono, and he thought he was the son of some famous family.Everyone didn't dare to look at him directly, just because his eyes were closed together from the moment he appeared - he couldn't see anything. Although he wore a knife on his waist, it was always suspected to be a decoration.

"Okay," the samurai at the head licked his lips excitedly, raised his naginata, and pointed the tip at the villagers—including Osamu Dazai and others, "Hahaha, it seems that we can let go of our hands tonight and have a good time!"

The two-meter-high naginata looks like a toy in the hands of the samurai. Even Kenji Miyazawa couldn't help but admire it. Despite his imposing physique, his movements are incredibly flexible.

Everywhere they passed, living people were cut in half, crushed into meat paste, and the flesh and blood were smashed all over the place.

The man who looked like Gongqing also pulled out his knife. His blade was sharp and cold. Although he was blind, he could clearly catch the prey that was out of sight. The thin blade was like a hair passing the neckline, and a life disappeared. In his hands, there was no thunder in his movements, but with an overwhelming aura, no one who faced the blade would be able to escape.

A group of soldiers rushed up, raised their knives and dropped them, and started a massacre without saying a word.

They appear here inexplicably, and they want to slaughter the village inexplicably...at least in the eyes of everyone in the detective agency.

The faces of all the people were ashen, and they were even uglier than watching the villagers' live sacrifices before.

Moreover, they themselves are also in the hunting range of the soldiers. No matter how strong their personal strength is, they cannot defeat an army. What's more, the two leaders seem to have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and they are almost as good as supernatural abilities, so they are also in crisis. .

When you actually face it, you can clearly feel the extraordinary pressure brought by this army. Even the most ordinary soldiers are raised by countless lives. The turbulent murderous aura and the pure blood that will not be seen after 500 years Cruelty and cruelty come to the fore.

"Wait! We are from outside, not from this village!" After resisting for a while, Osamu Dazai yelled with a bitter face and a little collapse.

In just a few minutes, all the villagers turned into corpses covering the courtyard in front of the temple. Osamu Dazai and the others broke free from the ropes when they were confronting the villagers, and quietly took off the talisman papers. They attacked and didn't give them a chance to explain. After resisting for a while, they couldn't help shouting.

The samurai's naginata was still dripping with blood, and he held it on his shoulder indifferently, looking at the few people who were still intact, "What did you say?"

Seeing the samurai's expression and the calm look of the blind man beside him, Osamu Dazai's heart sank.

These people don't care about manslaughter at all, as long as everyone here is killed, they don't care who is innocent.

"How do you prove that you are not with them?"

The blind man looked at the samurai coldly, "Waste of time."

"Oh my, my lord is not a murderer. Take a good look, they are human." The samurai looked easy to talk, but there was a threat in his eyes.

"Hmph, be careful to be killed by their ambush, and then don't ask me to collect the body." After finishing speaking, the man flung his sleeves and left.

Not caring about the man's departure, the samurai pointed to the grass with great interest, "Is this the proof that you are not with them?" After speaking, he shook his head again, "Not enough, not enough."

The few people who had been lurking quietly had no choice but to come out. As soon as they came out, they faced the soldiers' swords.

"Why are you so nervous, I'm still here, put it down!" The samurai yelled at the soldiers, and the soldiers moved away the knives aimed at the few people who emerged from the grass.

Osamu Dazai took off his coat, turned out the lining of the windbreaker, and walked to the samurai alone, "This should be enough."

The samurai's gaze was on his hand anxiously, his eyes froze, he stroked his hand, the hand felt unspeakably soft, such a material might only be available in a daimyo's family, and apart from the daimyo, only the Onmyoji family and... ..

He looked up and down several people for a while, and heaved a sigh of relief.Fortunately, they don't look like big monsters who are not famous.

"Everyone is suffering here, please wait for a while, you can go to the city with the army." When he spoke again, the attitude of the samurai was obviously better.

"Thank you." Osamu Dazai smiled casually.

Hou was on the side, watching the samurai take out something and put it on the altar. The strange sharp sound that he had vaguely felt before reappeared, and a black figure emerged, twisting and disappearing quickly. The ominous stone immediately disappeared. Broken into powder.

The samurai turned his head and smiled, "This is an evil god and also a monster. Only when it is eliminated can the people live a stable life."

He stood among the corpses of a village, and said this with a kind of intentional meaning.

His eyes fell on the girl hiding behind Atsushi Nakajima like a cat, and the samurai narrowed his eyes: "Everyone, I don't think this girl is the same as you."

Atsushi Nakajima's hairs stood on end immediately, and guarded the girl in front of him.

The warrior shook his head and sighed: "Our lord said, if you cut the grass but don't remove the roots, it will regenerate when the spring breeze blows."

There are so many villages and so many people, if one investigates the past one by one, and then understands their stories, and judges which ones deserve to die and which ones have no choice but to help the tyrant, I am afraid that it will take several generations to die. It was a troubled time, so I had to blame them for being unlucky, so I had to go back to find a temple and wish them good people in the next life.

Atsushi Nakajima felt cold all over. The child was obviously a victim, but they had no intention of letting her go.

"It's okay." He felt that the hem of the clothes was being pulled. The girl was numb and weak, so he let go of the hem of the clothes and walked over by himself.

No!

Atsushi Nakajima can't believe that she will choose to die by herself. If, if even this child can only die, then this world...

Kunikida Doppo stopped the girl, and looked at the samurai without hesitation, his attitude was obvious.

They are not afraid to fight the samurai and his army.

Scratching her hair, the samurai sighed a long time, "Okay, okay, then take her to the city and see if she can be adopted by someone else. Oh, it's troublesome. You're going to scold me."

It was only when it was discovered that the samurai did not insist on killing the girl that the tense atmosphere eased.

The samurai smiled innocently, she was just a little girl, and it would not be uncommon for this group of people to look at her, and it would not be uncommon to encounter some accidents.

"Haha, don't be dazed, let's go, let's go, people here deserve what they deserve. Our Lord has long said that we are not allowed to worship the God of Misfortune and other evil gods without permission. Anyone who violates the law will be killed. There will always be people who try their best. Alas, they It is really cruel, if they are not removed, how many innocent people will die because of them.”

Osamu Dazai glanced at the more sincere and hearty samurai, "I don't know who your master is?"

"Of course it is Lord Ji Guoyan, Master Ji Guoyan." The samurai raised his head proudly.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, an unspeakable complexity appeared in his eyes.