save the judge

"Young master?!" Takano Yumi was a little embarrassed. The young master's character has always been...very outgoing, but it was directed at her own people. I didn't expect to be able to be so outgoing to outsiders. This was suddenly discovered during the illness. Is life good?

Jinguji Izumi took his hand away from Dazai, walked around him lazily, walked over to Takano and sat down.

The blond-haired woman quickly pulled out a blanket from the side table and put it on his lap, with disapproval in her eyes: "Why did you come down with so little on?"

Jingujiquan waved his hand, and picked an apple from the fruit plate on the coffee table: "Don't treat me like a glass man, Yumi-chan. If there are guests, how can the master not be here?"

Takano Yumi reached out to grab the apple, Jingujiquan paused, let her take it, took out a fruit knife out of nowhere and began to peel it, and smiled at herself under the gaze of three pairs of eyes with different meanings. Introduction: "I am Izumi Jinguji, the client of your mission, the safety of me and my collections in Yokohama is entrusted to you."

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously looked at the blonde woman.

The other party has put all their attention on this lazy young man since he appeared. He is obviously wearing a black skirt and shirt, and his tone is capable and shrewd when talking to them, but now the gesture of peeling apples for the young man is completely a competent maid, She doesn't look like a strong woman just now, and the look with her head down can be called Yamato Nadeko.

Hey hey hey, the contrast is too big!

Atsushi Nakajima murmured secretly, Kunikida Doppo who was beside him straightened his back, and thanked seriously: "Thank you very much for your trust in us, our armed detective agency is very experienced in protection missions..."

"Then, let's take a look at one of your quest items." Jingujiquan listened to his words patiently, and smiled when he said this, and didn't mind including himself in the "quest item" "inside.

The fruit peel in Takano Yumi's hand fell into the trash can rustlingly, she got up and bent over to leave the sitting young man, Jinguji Izumi took the fleshy apple from her hand, and took a bite.

Osamu Dazai, with dark brown curly hair, raised his head and stared at the apple.

Click, the second bite.

Dazai's eyes became even hotter.

Click, the third bite.

"Don't look at the client with such strange eyes!" Kunikida pressed hard on the veins on his forehead, and hit Dazai's back with his fist, "Have you never seen an apple before?!"

He grabbed a big apple from the fruit plate and stabbed it into his partner's mouth with a grim look.

"Pulululu..." Dazai, who choked on the saliva that was blocked back, spat out the apple with great effort.

"But no pretty girl has ever peeled an apple for me!" Dazai argued while holding the apple that was stained with his saliva, "There is a difference between an apple with a girl's love and an apple stuffed by a rough guy like you." What a difference!"

Atsushi Nakajima once again tried to use himself as the backdrop when the two seniors were arguing.

Izumi Jinguji stopped gnawing on the apple. Dazai seemed to have eyes behind his back. His beautiful iris-purple eyes were wide open, just like an innocent teddy dog. He didn't have any psychological burden of being cute and flirtatious: "Hey Hey, Izumi-kun~ shall we exchange apples?"

Jingujiquan looked at the apple in his hand that still had a suspicious aqua color, and was speechless for the first time in his life.

Takano Yumi happened to be pushing a small cart over. She didn't notice the topic of the few people, and nodded to Jingujiquan: "Young master, everything is here."

Jingongjiquan conveniently put down the apple he had just gnawed, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and stood up: "My father ordered me to return these collections to the depositor."

Pale and thin fingers grabbed a corner of the white cloth on the cart and pulled it away casually.

Nakajima Atsushi and Kunikida couldn't help opening their eyes wide.

It's not that they haven't seen the world, but that the Jinguji family's reputation in the cultural and entertainment industry is too loud. It is said that the family's storage room has treasures comparable to the royal family's treasures, and any one taken out can be rated as a national treasure. , There are also legends that many treasures lost in history can actually be found in the storage room of the Jinguji family.

Not to mention, the successors of this family are a priceless treasure in themselves. In the field of cultural relics restoration, no one can surpass them. It can be said that they are living and walking national treasures.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to be very interested in those treasures, he kept looking at the apple that Jingujiquan put on the table, his eyes were full of sadness, which made Jingujiquan almost think that the apple was a big beauty who took off her clothes.

"Uh... Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima reminded the little angel.

Only then did Dazai prop his chin and turned his face towards the cart. After seeing clearly what was on the cart, he immediately became excited: "Ah! What a beautiful knife! It must be super-feeling to use it for suicide... "

Stepping Dazai's head into the ground with one foot, Kunikida stood up straight and made a ninety-degree bow to Izumi Jinguji: "I'm sorry that my partner started talking nonsense again, please don't mind !"

Jingujiquan didn't see the horrible scene of his head stuck in the floor, but he still smiled gently: "This is a cultural relic that has been stored at home for 63 years, glazed spring plum bowls, pottery for ladies, Heian Gouyu from the Asuka period, and -"

Jingongjiquan's eyes fell on the last dagger, hesitating for a while.The vibrating dagger was treasured inside the crimson soft flannelette. The pure black scabbard and white handle revealed the solemnity of a cold weapon.

"——Designated imperial treasures, Yaken Toshiro." Takano Yumi didn't know why the young master stopped suddenly, so she explained instead, "In the newly designated imperial imperial treasures list in the Heisei era, Yaken Toshiro was newly filled in, but now Nashin Yakuken Toshiro of the Imperial Household Agency..."

There was a slight sarcasm on her face.

"Is this the real thing?!" Kunikida looked at the dagger in front of him in surprise, which could be touched with a hand's distance away. With such a calm and serious character, he couldn't help his heartbeat speeding up a bit.

Jingujiquan's eyes were a little hesitant, and he couldn't help retracting his hands into his sleeves, and moved a little away from Zhenyao Kento Shiro.

Yaken Toshiro...wasn't it burned in the Honnoji Incident?Why did it appear again... Or did he come to some strange time and space, where there is a different history?

Takano Yumi continued: "...there is another piece of armor from the Warring States period. Although it is an incomplete product missing some accessories, it is also a treasure that will attract all parties. And, the young master is the only one of the Jinguji family, The most important heir, please be sure to protect him, and entrust him to you, please!"

The young and capable female assistant bent down to the three people in front of her.

"Such a beautiful lady's entrustment, we will definitely complete it~ As a reward, would Miss Takano die with me—" Dazai, who was half-finished, confessed affectionately, was pushed in again by Kunikida under the sofa.

The ponytail on the back of his head was already twisted by his unreliable partner, Kunikida gritted his teeth and rubbed his partner's face on the ground, and nodded solemnly to the client: "Please rest assured."

"If you encounter an enemy, can you do whatever you want?" Dazai tried to raise his face from the ground, and suddenly raised his hand to ask, obviously the person in charge was Jinguji Izumi, but his eyes were only on Takano Yumi.

"Huh? This, of course! If you dare to attack the young master, just chop it off!" The blond woman's face suddenly became gloomy, and a cold air was released from her body.

Dazai Tobi's purple eyes flashed a cold light of unknown meaning, and his mouth still responded cheerfully and lively: "Hi~ Received!"

Walking out of the Jinguji family's mansion, Kunikida started the car, turned the steering wheel to the bottom, and the car slowly drove onto the road. The young man in the co-driver was lazily humming a suicide song he made up, and his feet were still stepping on the beat.

"Lululu, one person can't die for love~but, but, two people can do~"

Kunikida snapped another vein on his forehead.

"Hey, Dazai, don't you like that client?" Kunikida asked, trying to force himself to ignore the solo of the suicide lover beside him. As a partner, although Dazai didn't express it clearly, he could still vaguely feel it. See Dazai's avoidance of the young master of the Jinguji family.

"Ah? Which one? Is that Izumi-kun? Oh, after all, he is a completely different person from him. I am a suicide fanatic. He looks like the kind of person who wants to live desperately. There is no common topic. .”

Dazai stepped on the cushion with one foot, folded his slender legs into a beautiful angle, and raised a finger: "I can see the crazy desire to survive in his eyes~ Although it is very attractive, it's a pity, it's a pity that he is so handsome Isn’t she so pretty, isn’t she a girl~”

He hummed happily again, and Kunikida calmed down a lot this time: "What about the excessive attention to that Miss Takano? Is it because I feel that I can commit suicide with her?"

Dazai covered his face, with a shy look: "Did you see it! I'm so sorry!"

Then Kunikida suddenly had an extra hand in front of his eyes, a small plastic bag was hanging on the young man's bony fingers, and a very familiar apple was contained in the transparent bag.

Peeled, gnawed three bites.

Apple.

Kunikida slammed on the brake subconsciously, and grabbed Dazai's collar while Atsushi Nakajima screamed "Ahhh" in the back seat: "When did you have this kind of idiot problem! People eat leftovers I want to steal my apples too!"

Dazai was staring at his partner's vigorous shaking, his throat was strangled by his collar, and he struggled to speak: "...I will...not, do...that impolite thing..."

"Isn't it impolite to invite people to commit suicide together every day?!"

"I'm going to...vomit...vomit...the curry rice at noon...it's in my throat..."

Kunikida let go of his hand quickly, and looked at his troublesome partner in despair: "What did you find?"

Although Dazai usually likes to play and is cheerful and happy on the surface, but this man's mind is frighteningly shrewd, and he can't even see through Ranpo, who has reached the world's top reasoning skills. Kunikida will not simply think that Dazai was simply teasing him.

Dazai shook the bag, a dark and hazy cold light flashed in his iris-purple eyes: "I, I smell a very familiar smell from that beautiful young lady."

"Huh?!" Kunikida faced Dazai with a look of death in his eyes.

Dazai smiled, with a frivolous tone: "Very~familiar~oh~"

It was the smell that could be smelled every time he went on a mission when he was in the port mafia. It flowed in the blood vessels, it was colorless, odorless and had a highly poisonous and malicious smell.

Under slightly curly brown hair, the former port mafia cadre stared at the slightly oxidized and yellowed apple, pursed his lips and hummed contentedly.

When she took the apple from the young master whom she worshiped wholeheartedly, the malice suddenly rolled to the peak, the extreme malice and joy were mixed together, to the point where even Dazai was curious.

What have you done with this apple?Beautiful Miss Takano?

But compared to this, he is more curious about that Izumi Jinguji who has a terrible desire for life. I can be with him tomorrow, so happy~ ah~

After the guests left, the empty Jinguji mansion suddenly became deserted. Takano Yumi followed Jinguji Izumi with a blanket in her hand: "Young master, don't you want to go to rest? I'm going to Yokohama tomorrow. Please rest early tonight..."

Jingujiquan looked back at the worrying assistant helplessly: "I just went to the storage room to have a look, and I will go to rest right away."

"Then... okay." Takano Yumi stopped in her tracks. Only the Patriarch and future Patriarch of the Jinguji family can enter this corridor, and she does not have this qualification now.

Watching the thin figure slowly disappear into the depths of the corridor, Takano Yumi lowered her head, the hand holding the blanket had pinched bloodstains, and the blood was smeared on the snow-white blanket, bright red and dazzling.

It doesn't matter, she will be able to obtain such a qualification soon.

The blond woman raised her head and put on her flawless smile again.