Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

That's too late.

At this moment, an inexplicable and invisible torrent of memory swept over.

Even a top killer like Gin, his body froze for a second.

Osamu Dazai is free from any restrictions.

However,

He also—doesn't move.

Sitting quietly on Gin's right arm, Dazai smiled contentedly.

As long as a piece of relatively sharp glass shards scratched across the neck, this young life can be taken away.

However, Dazai seemed to have already dropped the key piece, and smiled with his brows and eyes looking forward to it.

The young child looked up.

In the eyes of the kite pupil, there was a reflection of the rapidly approaching broken light tube.

The white light shattered.

The section is as sharp as a knife!

"————"

this is.

The sound of shards piercing into flesh.

The smell of blood blew out at the same time, adding a touch of fresh blood to the interior of this disgusting warehouse.

"......there is enough to protect the Lord."

Dazai said.His voice became softer, so that people could not help but feel chills behind when they heard it.

"A dog? You."

Dazai said softly, grabbed that silver hair, and pulled it down mercilessly!

"... Let go. It hurts, young master." Qin Jiu hissed and straightened up again.

From the man's unchanging expression, it is completely impossible to see that there are still sharp glass shards stuck in the trapezius muscle of his back.

Different sizes, or deep or shallow.

Through the pitch-black windbreaker, it penetrates directly into the flesh and blood.

Gin Jiu finally came to his senses at the last second, but it was too late.

He simply bent down and hugged the young master, directly blocked all the falling objects with his back, and let the broken fluorescent lamp hit him all over.

...However, the speed and strength can penetrate trench coats and suits, and the shape is so sharp.

It could almost kill, these pieces of broken glass.

Thoughts like this flashed through my mind.

Dazai was still sitting on Gin's right arm without any scratches.

He looked down condescendingly, and glanced behind Gin with his head, visibly upset——

The child puffed up his face childishly.

"Idiot." Dazai reprimanded, and he was not relieved, he grabbed Gin's long hair and tied it to a knot! "Idiot, hopeless, idiot!!"

Qin Jiu: "…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It's impossible, don't think about it, young master,""

He got a headache, and his low and terrifying murderous aura could scare off the well-trained bodyguards of the mission target, but he had nothing to do with his little master.

Still perplexed, Dazai grabbed Gin's cheek and pulled it out!

"Don't you realize anything's wrong?" Dazai yelled angrily, unhappy like a child, "Use your brain! I'm done with this rotten and oxidized world!!"

Gin has had enough of this grotesque world! ! ——When did someone rub his cheeks like this? ! ? !

After being so shocked that his mind went blank for a moment, Gin squinted his eyes and threw his head back desperately, trying to avoid Dazai's ruthless hands.

At this time, he could not remember that he was still holding a gun in his left hand.

"Let go!" Gin said inarticulately, "If you do this again, I will lick you!"

...these words are very effective.

Dazai not only let go of his hand immediately, but also frantically struggled in his arms, flailing wildly:

"You are not allowed, are you really a dog!!" The boy was furious, "Put me down!!!"

How is it possible to let go? !The ground was a mess.

Gin tightly wrapped his right hand around the young heir, cunningly suppressing the child in his arms with the strength of an adult.

The two maintained a very delicate posture... persecuting each other and walked to the door.

Then,

Gin asked, as if suddenly remembering.

"By the way," the silver-haired, green-eyed man whispered, "before the fluorescent lamp falls..."

"Did you ask me anything, young master?"

"..." Dazai didn't answer him.

[The barrage screams!

Originally, they were all "Hey hee hee hee", "Hey hey hey", "Hold the slaughter in your arms!", "The loyal dog who protects the master X the arrogant young master is such a cp I'm so fucking hungry--", "Ugh, the gin whose cheeks were ravaged by Youzai crazily?! What out-of-print CG do I rely on??? I'm too spoiled, Master Qin—","Lick!!! You lick!!! You don't lick! Man, even though I licked you, I will be sentenced to death——but Master Qin, you are the one——!!!”

And so on, licking the screen every day.

But as soon as Qin Jiu asked this sentence, it was like a cold wind blowing, and the barrage immediately shrank into a ball!

"?! Good, so refreshing..."

"It's cold in the back..."

"Qin, Master Qin, what are you talking about, Master Qin...?"

"Just now the leader Youzai asked you about the sniper rifle scar on your left cheek, did you forget?!?!"

"How can you forget this???"

"One-click emptying is not so fast!"

"Could it be that Ke Xue's world restarted in the blink of an eye?!"

“呃啊啊啊啊好可怕！！连记忆都能操纵是什么操作？真的假的？不可能吧，谁能做到这个？？又图啥啊？！”

There is also a barrage aware of another doubtful point:

"By the way... has anyone complained about that fluorescent lamp...?"

"That's right! It's too late to fall!! Think about it in combination with the words of gin, er, why am I so terrified when I think about it?!"

"It's almost like interrupting the leader Young Zai's question...for what?!"

"Moreover!! Just shards of glass can actually injure Gin? Penetrate that thick black windbreaker?? Why don't I believe it?!"

Another hypothesis was raised:

"I just want to ask weakly, has anyone watched "Death Comes"...?"

"??? You're saying that just like that series of movies, this coincidence is actually an invisible death for murder...???"

"Oh, I'm scared to death!!! Who is the god of death coming for?!"

"I don't think it's Gin! If it wasn't for Master Qin's protection, the leader, Youzai, would have kept his face up and wouldn't have hid—!!"

The entire barrage exploded!

"What's going on in this world!! Although we keep talking about elementary school students who are the god of death, Ke Xue's world is not so supernatural at all!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooty it's like this and I'm sorry I'm never going to say that Conan is the moving god of death!!! Please don't kill me like this in this world?!"

"Wait, don't panic! Zazai has been fine for so long, why did he come all of a sudden just now—was it because of the question that the leader Zai asked Gin—"

"Wait! Why does it seem that this is not the first time I have such a coincidence, huh?? When?? Why can't I remember???"

At this time, Edogawa Ranpo interrupted.

A detective naturally joined the barrage: "It's the first time Dazai committed suicide in the Twilight Pavilion," Ranbu pointed out precisely, "The man with long black hair wanted to call the doctor, but the doctor answered for some reason. Not the time of the phone call."

The famous detective didn't know that he had turned his IQ on the barrage. From this moment on, he became an external brain. If the barrage couldn't solve the case, he would rush over and scream.

At this moment, he still enthusiastically asked his colleagues: "Dazai," Luanbu was not worried that the little dog on the screen would get what he wanted and die—just look at how many big dogs are around him—so A new interest in this world has been ignited besides reading the works of literary giants, "How many possibilities have you guessed?"

Wu Zhenzai didn't lose face, and replied lazily: "Not many. About 34 kinds."

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a "tsk", thinking of the mackerel head full of scheming and scheming, he couldn't help showing a toothache expression.

As for Gojo Satoru?His painting style has always been different from others, and he has great confidence in his teacher's resourcefulness that can subvert the world, and he doesn't care about business at all.

Just staring at the arm holding the little teacher, impotent and furious——! ! !

...If the "Six Eyes" can fire light cannons, there will probably be nothing left of Gin at this time.

Especially the one that Wutiaowu hates so much and is often played by young teachers (Qinjiu: Fuck your 'play'!) - Bai Changmao! !

And Sawada Tsunayoshi, Sawada Tsunayoshi......

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? ? ?Confused, do not understand at all!

Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that he was out of place for a student with an average grade of only 17.5 in junior high school to be mixed in this circle of top students!

Just an average mafia godfather, so sorry! ! ! (weep)】

Another mafia leader present was being carried out the door.

Dazai struggled and gave up.

He also gave up repeating the question.

An attempt without a success rate is not an attempt, but futile and wasteful.

but,……

Dazai smiled slightly, like a temporary truce.

Qin Jiu didn't know who the young master had reconciled with, so he hurriedly left the warehouse in two or three steps while the people were no longer scurrying around.

Osamu Dazai is here.Gin's vigilance was even more vigilant than when he killed the mission target and his personal bodyguard just now.

Therefore, when he heard the sound not far away, Qin Jiu protected the child with one hand, and raised the gun steadily with his left hand.

It was not just the sound of footsteps, but also accompanied by the sound of dragging something heavy and dragging on the ground.

It sounded beside a warehouse with no survivors, and it would be horrifying for someone else.

"..."

——Vodka is really creepy!

Who told him to drag someone over, and as soon as he bypassed the obstacle, he bumped into his elder brother's muzzle head-on! ! !

For some reason, he seems to have experienced this scene (several times)... Vodka silently shed tears in his heart.

His face still looked calm and reliable.

"Brother," Vodka reported, "the retreat route has been cleared. I saw him on the way to the warehouse, and knocked him unconscious with a stick from behind."

...Why is it hitting Sap in the back again.

Is your organization in black too proficient at knocking people down with saps? !

This "tiaozi" is not someone else.Both vodka and Osamu Dazai still recognize this face.

That is, Yuya Kazami.

At this moment, the pair of black-rimmed round glasses were crooked, and blood flowed from his forehead, staining his face.

Eyes out of focus, half-opened in a daze.

Judging from the appearance of the symptoms, I am afraid that it is not far from the concussion.

Gin gave him a cold look: "Kill it. Do you still want me to do it?"

Vodka paused for a moment, and then cautiously pried out what Osamu Dazai meant.

Sure enough, as the person who also recognized this face, Dazai gave a different answer.

"Idiot," Dazai said again, "Of course we have to save one and report back."

"Report?"

Gin repeats.

"Yes!" Dazai said naturally.

"Let a person go back alive and inform the superiors about the tragic death of the mission target. Why do I have to repeat such an obvious thing? Could it be that the organization has silenced all members before, and no one knows that you did it?"

"..."

Dazai showed an exaggerated expression of disbelief, and complained:

"What a bunch of idiots! Isn't violence without exchange of benefits purely loss-making? It's just violence for violence's sake. Could it be that you are all heartless beasts that only slaughter? The Mafia isn't that simple. Just work alone—how on earth does this organization control the world? Is it true? I doubt—"

And so on.

Mess, talk about what you think, and complain.

With the sound of footsteps, it gradually went away.