Draw the sword for the judge

"Oh, is it clay plasticine?" Looking at the small cubes that he had made into other shapes, although he thought it was impossible, the only thing Dazai could think of now was clay-type or manifestation-type abilities, and then I lamented the treacherous and confidential nature of Qinglin's ability.

Because he didn't feel any real threat, and because his own ability didn't react, although Dazai is indeed a brainy, but he has gotten used to the particularity of his own ability, so he inevitably breathed a sigh of relief, let go, and lost his grip. This deformed small square.

At the same time, he turned around and rushed towards Qingbayashi and Zhongya... If he delayed any longer, he was afraid that Zhongya would be "beaten" to death by Qingbayashi.

"The last piece of the puzzle is complete!" At a place that Dazai didn't notice, the deformed small cube deformed again. This time, it turned into a piece of beautiful feathers fluttering lightly, like clouds and mist... like the legendary angel's feathers. wing.

Qinglin's goal was officially achieved.He didn't show it on the face, but in his actions, he let go of Nakahara Nakaya who had fractured his whole body and couldn't jump anymore—because Dazai came.

"Don't move, otherwise..." After throwing away the "garbage" in his hands, Qinglin took out a plain handkerchief with the old grandfather's family pattern painted on the corner, bowed his head, and wiped his hands slowly.

Chance!Dazai saw that Aobayashi seemed indifferent, and various thoughts flashed in his mind.In the end, with subtle luck and anger over Chuya's injury, he prepared to do something to vent his unhappiness.

As a result, when he was about to make a move, he heard Qinglin's voice and threat.

Heh, don't you move if you say you don't move?Dazai is rebellious by nature and likes to die.But this time, before dying, or in other words, when Qinglin's "voice" has not yet fallen, dancing all over the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, well, since it is night at this time, so it is exclusive to the sky and the night. The densely packed small squares that were covered by the darkness all caught Dazai's eyes, as well as everyone present with normal eyes.

"Tsk! Who do you think you are... Dazai? Dazai, what are you doing?!" The moment Zhongya was caught by Dazai, he regained his sanity due to Dazai's supernatural power.

At this time, although his physical condition is still the same and he can't even move a finger, it doesn't prevent him from opening his mouth to complain about Qinglin's autocracy and arrogance.

As a result, as a result of ignoring the injury and complaining about Qinglin's fate, the only abnormal eye of his--even his face was tossed into a pig's head in the previous battle, let alone the eyes that are important props in the battle--was pressed into his arms by Dazai on the spot Here, with the way and force he couldn't bear the most.

who I am?Where am I?what am i doingNo, Dazai is crazy to treat him in this way!

Nakahara Nakaya was caught by Dazai's surprise, and his first feeling was that it was a prank, but his body instinctively realized what the squeeze protection of "cherishing" was.

"... Dazai? Dazai, where are you?" But soon, he came back to his senses, because he heard crackling, like countless bullets shooting at him, and like countless firecrackers around him , next to his ear, exploded at close range.The fighting instinct made him habitually struggle, but the increasingly ominous premonition made his struggle weaker and weaker - he smelled more and more intense, so strong that he could no longer ignore it, nor did he dare to ignore it .

"Dazai! Dazai, if you continue to engage in such childish methods, I will..." As a master of both physical skills and supernatural powers, or in other words, as the legendary source of supernatural powers, a creature called "God", although it is man-made Yes, but Nakahara also lived a normal life... well, if being a mafia is a job for normal people... it was after meeting Dazai.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know how he felt towards Dazai, but after so many years, Dazai was the only one who dared to treat him like that and was not killed by him.

I hated it, loathed it, liked it, and thought that I was bound for a lifetime, just like that ridiculous bet, but what I got in the end was this guy's resolute turning around.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't know whether he should trust Dazai's scum, but at this moment, he tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly this bastard who was so close, but couldn't see, let alone touch!

[Damn it, don't abandon me in this crappy place, which is no longer dark, but not much better! 】

Struggling that becomes weaker and weaker; more acute, but the hopelessness that can't be sensed; the smell of blood becomes stronger, as if this is the only strange color in this pale world; cold.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that his state was not right, but when the crackling noises that could arouse his body's instincts were weakening, and even disappeared without knowing when, the only thing he could do was to cry out silently in his heart.

【Dazai!Dazai where are you? ! !Dazai, come out quickly! ...]

The snow-colored world is silent.

If Dazai and Chuya, who can be said to be reminded, have a certain degree of foresight or psychological preparation for the coming of the "disaster"... Although the reality is not...then other people who have not been reminded at all, except for the two strikes, are boundless and snowy In an instant, everything is silent.

I'm so crazy!what happened?

When the color of snow falls, everything you see, including up and down, left and right, is the color of snow, even when you look down at your hands or feet, what you see is the color of snow, so much fun.

"Oda? Dazai?" Sakaguchi Ango thought he was calm. Even though he couldn't see his hands and feet, as an excellent intelligence officer, he still followed his experience, kept vigilant, and tentatively called out to his friends.

"Crackling..." However, it made Ango feel desperate, but luckily after he slapped his face, countless bullets shot at him the moment he spoke, or in other words, the moment he opened his mouth.

He feels threatened, moves, feels control over his body, and is still happy though he can't see it.However, at that moment, something like a bullet hit him from all directions, cracked his skin, stinged the bones under the skin, and even his body began to tremble and twitch uncontrollably.

However, what was worse than this was that when he trembled and twitched because of this, the number of bullets that were still within the perceivable range, if they were bullets, instantly increased to an unperceivable level... like a storm , came from all directions and angles, and finally brought him the suffocation of death and the smell of blood so strong that he couldn't breathe.

Anwu didn't know how long he had been "drenched" in the rain. Anyway, he passed out in pain, woke up intermittently in pain, and then passed out again in pain.

He didn't know the passage of time, he only knew that his body was always in pain, trembling in pain, twitching in pain, and finally the pain was so painful that he could feel the position of every bullet burst.

However, what makes Ango Sakaguchi unacceptable in this situation is that it is already like this, the world as far as the eye can see is still covered with snow, and there is no other sound in the ear except crackling ...

Sometimes, maybe after listening to the crackling sound for a long time, he got used to it, so he couldn't hear any sound, only the continuous pain in his body, and the tactile sensation of the bullet collapsing left him with the illusory consciousness that survived.

So, he's probably dead!Ango Sakaguchi thought to himself, just like the countless times before, he closed his eyes, eager to end more than ever, the end in the true sense.

In the snow-colored and silent world, the passage of time seems to be at a standstill. Except for Qingbayashi, the caster, and the two vibrating knives, the others, well, except for the Anfushu who was rectified by Qingbayashi at the beginning, and because An accident happened to the dark tree, and the whole person fell into the absolutely sad personal world of Narcissus. The vital signs of everyone present began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. Stop for a second.

Although the white mist blocked the line of sight, seeing people with swords was not limited to the eyes, so as two drug addicts, no, it was the sword fusangshen who was addicted to spiritual power beads, and they immediately noticed the strangeness of the white mist.However, before they could react, Qinglin suddenly appeared in front of them and made a "shh" gesture to them.

The swords were silent for a moment, and watched Qinglin go in a certain direction... If their memory is correct, then this direction is the sea?

The swords then heard the splashing of the water, it was the sound of someone, or their Alukin's feet stepping on the sea water.

They heard the sound move away step by step, but after a certain distance, the sound became louder again.

The swords realized that it was the voice of Qinglin's return.

After that, they heard heavy objects falling on the soft sand, and heard metallic objects being opened one by one and falling on the soft sand.

The swords were extremely curious.They think their Arukin is probably breaking things down, for example, a boat brought back from the sea? ? ?

Time passed minute by minute in the "imagination" of the swordsmen.According to the timing method, the mobile phone rang when twelve minutes passed.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

When Qinglin answered the phone, the snow-colored world disappeared. Except for the two swords, xianshui, and trees, the others looked at the world shrouded in darkness again, with dazed expressions, as if they hadn’t woken up yet, and seemed to believe that their dead brain rejected this idea. Real...well, maybe false real.

"Dazai! Dazai, where are you?!! Dazai, come out!" The call between Qingbayashi and Yu Zhangxun and others ended quickly, and after he uninstalled the software in Yu Zhangxun's broken phone, turned the phone When he put it back in his pocket, Nakahara Chuya’s voice sounded—he was hoarse, but his voice was so soft that only he could hear it. Well, all the people present who had experienced the disaster just now could hear it.

"Dazai? Dazai, Dazai, Dazai..." In fact, Zhong Yuanzhong has also heard his own voice. However, sometimes it is the same thing to hear it yourself. Under the fear, let the person who called you hear it, and then get the other party's voice. The answer is the point.

Therefore, the Central Plains kept calling, and the voice became louder and louder, and even unknowingly brought a hoarse cry.

"Pretend to be happy! Compared with "I'm going to marry you tomorrow", I think you need "Happy Breakup" more." Seeing the soft sand getting wet, Qing Lin looked at those still in a trance, But the unlucky ghost who had stood up tremblingly walked over with one hand in his pocket.

Afterwards, he stepped on the back of a pile of dogs and men on the beach, the focus was on the scum named "Dazai" on the top, bowed his head, smiled, and said these words.

Saying that, the hand in the pocket took out the mobile phone, called up "Happy Breakup", and played it in the ear of this scumbag at the loudest...

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Added the special code of "Bungo Stray Dogs" - "Dazai, Chuya, 15 years old"

I kind of want to write a double-black story in a Chinese background, hehe... However, looking at the missing chapters, _(:з」∠)_