save the judge

It is the first time for Tsurumaru to come to such an interesting place in the present world. The architectural style of Yokohama is like the two personalities of a schizophrenic human being put together abruptly. This city is built on a raised mountain. With an altitude of about 50 meters as the dividing line, it is perfectly divided into two parts.

On the top is a modern city full of high-rise buildings, row upon row of buildings inlaid with toughened glass, which can cause light pollution when the sun shines; on the bottom are ancient buildings that stayed nearly a hundred years ago, with wood and stone as the main raw materials, row after row The old residences of the B&B are lined up, the streets are narrow and dark, and most of the places can't even get sunlight.

And the place below is the slums that are at the center of various forces fighting all year round. Gunshots and explosions are the daily routine here. Even in the daytime, it is difficult to see human beings walking on the road in a big way.

To be exact, the roads here are mostly used by Rush groups to plant bombs/bombs. No one without a brain will walk in the middle of the road, and the slum dwellers who are well versed in the way of survival know better at this point.

Then, today there was such a fool walking in the middle of the road swaggering.

Tsurumaru lightly jumped over a section of beam that collapsed in front of him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, hummed a song, looked around unguardedly, his golden eyes were full of joy, if given With a camera or something around his neck, his role as a "tourist" is even more vivid.

People who quietly looked out from the ruins of the house were speechless for a moment. Although they didn't quite understand who he was, the clean and happy temperament was obviously incompatible with this place. He looked like a tourist who got lost and therefore should not enter this place.

Yokohama is close to the sea, and the tourism industry is very developed. Although there are port mafia entrenched here, in addition to smuggling through sea routes, the mafia also has a lot of serious businesses under their banner. Of course, such a big cake in the tourism industry will not be let go by them. Pass.So although the city is dark underneath, it's not that scary for tourists.

...The premise is that tourists can't do anything that hinders them!

It is impossible to hold a camera and break into other people's Rush scene, and count on the 10,000+ yen travel fee to save you from the hail of bullets!

Tsurumaru pulled the white haori on his shoulders, the wide and soft cloth covered the body knife at his waist, and then he suddenly stood on tiptoe and turned half a circle on the spot, as light as an interlude of a dance, snow-white The feathered feathers fluttered up and down gently, like the wings of a white crane brushing against another hand.

"Huh?!" Atsushi Nakajima, who thought he would be able to subdue the incoming person silently, looked at the hand grasping Kong Ri, and subconsciously raised a question.

Tsurumaru in white looked at him with a smile: "Yo? How are you?"

Both of them have similar short silver-white hair, but it looks like two completely different extremes on them.

One is the feathers of a lofty and arrogant white crane, while the other... can only remind people of the soft down of cats.

Tsurumaru stared at the particularly long lock of hair on Nakajima Atsushi's right cheek, and his fingers were ready to move.

I really want... I really want to cut the two sides to the same level!

Atsushi Nakajima greeted the strange young man very politely, immediately stood up straight, and bowed to say hello reflexively: "You, hello! I am Atsushi Nakajima!"

Tsurumaru touched his chin, blinked his bright golden eyes twice, and looked very harmless to humans and animals: "Hmm, Nakajima-kun? What can I do for you?"

"Hey! That's right! Anyway, I can't stand here..." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered what he wanted to do just now, and was in a hurry, pulling Tsurumaru's haori to go to the other side, but Tsurumaru didn't Feeling malice from him, with eager curiosity, he almost obediently let Atsushi Nakajima pull him into a dark, narrow and scary alley.

Nakajima Atsushi consciously found a good hidden and safe place, heaved a sigh of relief, turned around to persuade this innocent young man to leave quickly, and met the other's pair of shining golden eyes, the enthusiasm and curiosity in them seemed to be The two little suns scared Atsushi Nakajima to take a big step back.

"Uh... Sir, are you lost? Please leave here quickly, it's not safe here... If you want to travel, it's better to go to those scenic spots..." Atsushi Nakajima stammered He raised his hands, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice, because the person in front of him seemed to be completely aroused by his words!

...What is this strange feeling like seeing Dazai-san in a certain state!

"Not safe? Is there any interesting scare?" Tsurumaru's golden eyes lit up, ah, ah, it's so interesting!How could he miss such an opportunity to encounter interesting things as soon as he went out!

Atsushi Nakajima wanted to cry, but he was just a poor tiger. He accepted the job and came here to investigate a certain case in the agency. Tell him to leave the slum quickly, unexpectedly, there seems to be something wrong with this person!

A feeling of encountering a big trouble, really bad... What is this premonition that makes the whole person want to tremble!

"...a human tiger."

The next second, a gloomy voice sounded behind him.

Atsushi Nakajima froze, unwilling to look back like he was dying.

No way!How could there be such a coincidence!He doesn't believe it!

"How dare you ignore me?!" The voice became deeper and more gloomy, and the murderous aura inside was so strong that even Tsurumaru narrowed his eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima, who failed to deceive himself and others, turned around tremblingly, and under the relentless murderous attack from the opposite side, he showed a sad and embarrassed smile: "...ah."

In a place like a slum, it is inexplicably dark under the gray sky, and there are several black cloth-like things fluttering. This thing looks very soft, but when it touches the wall and the road, it will make no sound. Cutting off the opponent is simply a terrifying weapon.

And the person who controls these murder weapons is a young man wearing a pitch-black coat, his black hair faded to snow-like paleness at the side of his ears, and his thin body looks fragile. He walked forward slowly, covering his mouth with one hand and coughing , seems to be a seriously ill patient who just ran out of some hospital against the doctor's orders.

But his behavior is really not weak. The weapons floating and waving behind him followed his mind and pierced into the ground, and then raised and pierced the place where Atsushi Nakajima had just stood, setting off a whole block fiercely and terrifyingly. On the ground, a few cement slabs were brought up like a gourd.

"People, tigers."

He paused and pondered syllable by syllable, as if he wanted to bite the word between his teeth, grind it finely, dig out what he wanted to find deeply, and swallow it in one gulp.

The young man who can turn into a white tiger with the help of supernatural powers quietly tugged on the clothes of the person behind him, wanting him to take this opportunity to escape quickly, but he stretched out his hand and caught nothing.

- caught another empty.

Eh? ? ?

Atsushi Nakajima also ignored Akutagawa in front of him, and subconsciously looked back, only to find that the handsome young man who was behind him just now was gone.

people?

The dazed Atsushi Nakajima felt his scalp blown, and for some reason, he remembered the first time he went out with Mr. Dazai. The other party stood on the bridge and admired the river, and praised: "The water is so clear." Then, right in front of Atsushi Nakajima, without any warning, he jumped down!

Jump down!

down!

went!

Poor Atsushi Nakajima almost cried in fright.

Then, this sense of panic from the heart came over again.

There was a loud bang behind him, and the rumble seemed to be the sound of demolishing a house, which made Atsushi Nakajima swallow his saliva.

Can a person have such fun?As expected of Akutagawa-kun, the elite figure of the port mafia, "Rashomon" is really suitable for entertainment, isn't it hahahahaha...

Atsushi Nakajima comforted himself a few words dryly, and turned his head with the last pitiful hope.

Then he saw the young man jumping and dancing in the "Rashomon" overwhelming attack with ease.

Atsushi Nakajima stared dead.

What about lost tourists?What about the passers-by who strayed into this place?What's the difference between this and a little white rabbit suddenly baring its steel teeth and turning into Godzilla on the road!

When did he get so lucky that he could pick up a passer-by and "Rashomon" head-on?

Are the tourists this year so good?

"Who are you?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared coldly at the stranger who was shuttling through "Rashomon". He was with Rentora, but he had never seen him before. Is he a newcomer to the Armed Detective Agency?

——Is it possible to be with Dazai-san, a newcomer guided by him? !

Akutagawa's mood suddenly became extremely bad. Anyone can get close to Mr. Dazai and get his approval, but, but only him!Why not only him? !No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try, you can't get Mr. Dazai's approval...

So is that human tiger, and so is this inexplicable person...

Obviously paid nothing...

Why!

If so, kill them all!

Akutagawa, who suddenly fell into a gloomy mood, had violent eyes, clenched his teeth, and opened his hands: "Rashomon—jaw!"

The soft strip of cloth stretched instantly, piercing the white crane in mid-air like a blade, and when it was about to approach him, it suddenly turned into a black beast with sharp teeth, and the mouth that opened almost 180 degrees pointed straight at the white crane. Tsurumaru, who was in mid-air and could not avoid it, rushed to bite him!

Judging from the ratio of that mouth to Tsurumaru, it could bite off Tsurumaru's head if it bites firmly.

Atsushi Nakajima's face changed dramatically. At this distance, even if he transforms instantly, he won't be able to catch up with saving people!While denying himself like this, he jumped up vigorously and ran towards that side.

Then, it was as if a snow had fallen on his retinas, and a flood of knife light flickered on and off in the void, like a white crane chirping, and the light spots refracted by the sun were shattered into countless scattered stars by this amazing knife , like rippling gold powder, sprinkled a piece of bright fluorescence in Atsushi Nakajima's fast running and blurred dynamic vision.

The process of the light being shattered was unbelievably short, and the next thing that was cut off was the murder weapon handed out by Akutagawa. The blade went down without stopping, and cut into the black cloth strips of "Rashomon". The seemingly indestructible sharp weapon was broken.

At this time, Atsushi Nakajima flew between the two of them just by kicking on the wall.

"This kind of attack is really interesting! It gave the crane a very good scare—huh?" Tsurumaru, who was blocked by Atsushi Nakajima who flew over, blinked in amazement, and stepped on the unrecovered "Luosheng" door", with his left hand, he lifted Atsushi Nakajima's collar forward, like a white crane spreading its wings, and with the help of his feet, he led Atsushi Nakajima to change the direction abruptly, and fell to the side. "A blow.

"What are you doing jumping in? It's dangerous." The young man with golden eyes smiled brightly.

Atsushi Nakajima has never been so uncomfortable being choked.

Of course I know the danger!Does anyone know how dangerous it is better than me?No... I should be the one who said this to you!Also, what's going on with this vibrating knife!

Akutagawa's face was so gloomy that Atsushi Nakajima didn't dare to look directly at the blow of "Rashomon" blocked by the opponent without any damage. Mr. Dazai is not here, how can we calm down Akutagawa-kun!

"You are a strong man, if I beat you...he will recognize me, right?" Akutagawa, caught in the logic of his own thoughts, finally made the final decision.

Atsushi Nakajima: Over, over!

The unreserved "Rashomon" was like a nightmare that covered the sky and the sun, turning everything around it into debris and fragments, and the sharp blades that exploded pierced in and out from the ground with ease. When poking tofu, the ground became a sieve in a few blinks, and the sieve was gone in a few blinks, and the ground collapsed directly into a layer.

But the young man who was hunted down moved through it with a faster reaction speed, the sharp blade cut through the air, and burst into a bright light in the pitch-black murderous intent, this light followed his light body like a crane The posture was tossing and turning, and blocked the ultimate move of "Rashomon" under the gaze of Atsushi Nakajima with a posture that was as beautiful as art.

Unbelievable... Atsushi Nakajima watched the battle in astonishment, so shocked that he almost forgot to breathe.

Akutagawa covered his face with his hands, coughed intermittently, and stared at the troublesome guy closely. After searching his eyes, he finally found a flaw. The dark weapon gathered and culled it with the master's will, bringing The mighty force that would crush that land—

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the flying cloth strips were all suspended at that moment, the smoke and dust dispersed, and Akutagawa's eyes widened slightly, revealing a kind of dazedness like a small animal.

In the open space pierced by the "Rashomon", there should have been a torn human body, but now there is only...

"Sword?" It was Atsushi Nakajima who spoke, and Renhu, who was ignored by the two humanoid weapons, looked at the Taidao lying quietly on the ground, and murmured suspiciously.

What about people?

Good question, what about people?

This is the time to interview Mr. Osamu Dazai, a suicide enthusiast who tries to die every day. May I ask what kind of mentality you have, after seeing the combat power of the two Fusangshen and spending time in the trunk? After three warm and pleasant hours, how dare you hug Jingujiquan every day to launch "disqualification in the world"?