For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

Akutagawa's reaction speed was not slow. He twisted Rashomon into spikes almost as soon as he noticed the danger, but because of this, he didn't pay attention to the defense on the other side.

The stabbing is just the split/body.

I rushed to him, chakra gathered at my fingertips—

Gossip Erzhang!

Akutagawa changed his face, as if he wanted to use the space to cut off, but he couldn't launch it no matter what, so he could only bite the bullet and resist the attack: "Ugh!"

Four palms!

Eight palms!

Sixteen palms!

Thirty-two palms!

I snorted lowly and waved out my palms—sixty-four palms!

The Sixty-Four Palms of the Eight Diagrams hit the acupoints on his body precisely and without error. Although Akutagawa took a lot of force, Akutagawa still knocked down on the container with a bang and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

It was only not long ago that I discovered that Baguazhang can still be used in this way.

Although the principles of activating ninjutsu and abilities are different, they have one thing in common, that is, their use must rely on the medium of the body, as long as I penetrate the acupoints on the ability user, cut off the energy supply of the function, and damage the opponent. Meridians, the energy that promotes the generation of abilities will also be sealed, causing the opponent to temporarily be unable to use abilities.

When I first discovered this, I went to Dazai to do an experiment to see if his human disqualification could also have an effect on me, but the answer was no.

If the soft boxing corresponds to the "in" of the human body, then the disqualification in the human world corresponds to the "table" of the appearance. The latter can invalidate the abilities that come into contact with, but it cannot affect me, because the energy of chakra once After revealing the surface of the body, the transformed moves are no longer in the scope of "supernatural abilities"... This is all my analysis so far.

So, when Akutagawa was so angry that he wanted to use Rashomon to poke holes in me, he was stunned.

"If you can't use it, don't bother."

"What the hell..." Akutagawa clutched his stomach tightly, not knowing what was going on.

Equally bewildered was Atsushi. He looked at Akutagawa, who was unable to stand up because of the severe damage to his meridians, and then turned to look at me: "Just now...is it the power of Ichito-san?"

As soon as the voice fell, the deck below his feet suddenly tilted down, and the smuggling box on the ship rolled towards this side!

Don shouted: "Be careful!"

I quickly grabbed Akutagawa and jumped onto the box, landing on a wooden board floating on the sea before the ship sank.

The board was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person, and after putting Akutagawa on it, I stepped out with one foot——

"--Hey?!"

Then stood firmly on the sea.

I turned my head flattered: "Are you worried about me?!"

Akutagawa: "...I'm just watching out for your tricks!"

Half of the large ship on the other side has already entered the sea.

Kunikida had already driven the speedboat over at this time, and Don just landed on it - he seemed to be holding a girl in his arms.

After catching Don, Kunikida looked here, as if he wanted to pick me up, but I raised my voice and refused: "You guys go back to the port first, I'll come later!"

The former naturally disagreed, but I made up my mind. He didn't beat me for a long time, so I had to park the speedboat there and say that he was here to guard, lest Akutagawa suddenly attack.

I looked back at Akutagawa and saw that he was staring at Atsushi opposite him with a look of "I'm going to tear you to pieces", and his anger was about to materialize.

"You shouldn't be short of money," I muttered, "are you so obsessed with those billions?"

Only then did Akutagawa turn his attention to me, and when he saw my face, he became unhappy again, and immediately wanted to activate the Rashomon, but the effect of the Baguazhang had not yet worn off, and he forced the acupuncture points to make the meridians even more painful: "Cough-cough-cough!"

I originally wanted to appease him, but before I could touch it, my hand was opened: "Don't think that you will be grateful for your help!"

Well, this familiar pain.

I pressed the hand that was slapped red: "Thank you for being able to move."

Akutagawa stared at me.

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to kill you."

"Why not kill?"

"?"

"I can't move now, it's a good opportunity to start."

I was so confused: "Killing no one will kill you."

Akutagawa frowned: "I don't need your sympathy."

When I got to this point, I also directly opened the skylight and said something bright: "I'm surprised, anyway, we have known each other for so many years, you usually chase me when you see me, and I can be regarded as a master-disciple interest. But I never thought about hitting you, let alone killing you—the one just now doesn't count, who told you to stab me first."

"—Who and you are the master and apprentice!" Akutagawa retorted extremely angrily.

"Is it not Dazai? A rotten egg is not an egg?!"

"..."

In fact, my relationship with Akutagawa was not that bad at first. It was because the latter was obsessed with Dazai’s approval. Then Dazai often slapped and stepped on it when Hong Kong was black. After a long time, Akutagawa would miss me. Every time they meet, they are in a state of pinch.

"I really don't know what kind of soup Dazai gave you, he's been gone for four years and you're still like this—"

Akutagawa swung his fist up.

"Ito!"

Kunikida found that the situation was not right, and hurriedly tore down the manual to prepare a wire gun. Just as he aimed the muzzle at Akutagawa, I blocked Akutagawa's attack with one hand, and stopped with the other: "It's okay, he can't use it now. Rashomon."

After I stopped Kunikida, I stared at Akutagawa for a split second. The latter's eyes were bloodshot and he looked really angry.

"You who are like this, you who can say something like this—" Akutagawa gritted his teeth and insisted even if the meridians hurt to death, his tone was unbearably fierce, "It doesn't matter if you have something that others can't ask for. What I hate the most is the way you look!!!!"

I was startled.

As if suddenly get to his point.

"Is that so?"

While Akutagawa was angry, he also expressed a little bit of confusion at what I said.

"I'm sorry," I let go of my hand against his fist, rubbed my nose in annoyance, and smiled bitterly, "I accidentally said bad things about Dazai without considering your feelings, I'm sorry."

As soon as these words were said, the immortals were no longer angry, and the killing intent on Akutagawa was suddenly weakened a lot, but the momentum was still there.

"I don't really understand the relationship between teachers and students. In my opinion, anyone who has taught me can be considered a teacher, so I never understood why you were so persistent in getting Dazai's approval." I looked at him, "But now I seem to understand a little bit."

Maybe it's like me and Neji-san, but there's a difference.

Akutagawa's focus was wrong: "With your strength, there shouldn't be a teacher who has a profound influence on you."

What he meant was that someone must have nurtured me since childhood, and that kind of teachers and students would have different feelings to some extent, which was different from the later academic unity/education.

"Yes, yes," I recalled Danzo-sama, "because of him, I now look at any teacher like an angel."

"Strict education can hone a person's xinxing better."

"What if he doesn't treat me like a human?"

Akutagawa's brows furrowed even tighter: "What do you mean?"

I scratched my hair and smiled helplessly: "Actually, Dazai treats you fairly well, at least he won't force you to kill your partner like my teacher did, knowing that the enemy is torturing you to extort a confession and yet to help. ."

The other party was a little surprised after hearing this, but he calmed down quickly, and the words "don't believe" were written on his face.

"Ah, I still have the scar from the torture on my chest, why don't you see..."

"Don't look down!!!"

I buttoned my collar back with feigned regret.

Hey, this unfortunate child, he doesn't believe if he doesn't lie to him, and he is serious about teasing him.

Probably realizing that what I said just now may not be a joke, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, only the sound of the sea breeze blowing.

After a while, Akutagawa said, "Why are you talking about this?"

"It's impossible for us to fight and kill each other as soon as we meet, it's good for social stability to make friends once in a while," I said in a natural tone, "of course there's another thing, you can see if your phone is still there. ."

A word awakened the mustard in the dream, and he hurriedly slid into his pocket, wanting to confirm whether the phone had been stolen - almost in the blink of an eye, I quickly snatched it away.

"Sorry, we're leaving now, and we can't give you a chance to contact Port Mafia."

While he was stunned, I quickly reached out and touched his head.

"you--!"

"Ahhh, it's been seven years since I finally touched this head. I didn't wash my hands tonight ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"…………"

After I left with Kunikida and the others, Musta Mo had no means of communication, only the wooden board next to him, and Chuan was silent as he looked at the vast sea.

——Hyuga Kazuto, really annoying!

But when we got back to shore, we were not at peace either.

"This girl?!" I pointed at the unconscious girl in kimono who was carried on her back, and was shocked, "Why, how is she?!"

"Sister Yito, do you know Xiao Jinghua?"

"do not know."

"Then how..."

"She hit me."

"?"

"And then I hit back."

"???"

Seeing Dun's confused face, I told about the last time I went to visit Hong Kong at night, but I didn't say that I went to get the record.

Kunikida: "But didn't you catch the thief that day?"

"Yeah, if you hold onto it, you will accidentally break into the Hong Kong black storage room."

"...You are too wrong."

After explaining what happened on my side, Dun told me how he and Kyoka got acquainted. It was probably the last time he went shopping with Xie Ye, and met Kyoka and another who came to arrest the tiger. A Hong Kong black member, Jing Hua later gave up her mission and chose to commit suicide because she did not want to kill any more, but Dun saved her.

The original plan was to hand Kyoka to the military and police, but things changed because of Akutagawa's interruption.

Now take people back to the detective agency.

"Sister Ito," Dun looked at me, a little bewildered, "If, I mean if... If it were you, would there be room for Kyoka who killed thirty-five people?"

...

Although this is not a very honorable thing, how can you make me, who used to be a killer almost every day, feel guilty?

And Dazai too, if Adon knew that Dazai used to be a mafia... That's right!

"Where's Dazai?" I asked.

It feels like he hasn't appeared in a long time.

Kunikida was very calm about this: "I guess which river is it in."

Don, who already knew the frequency of Dazai's suicide: "Maybe he is trying a new way of suicide?"

...why even you are used to it!

"But I haven't seen anyone for so many days, will something happen?" I was a little worried, "Should I go look for it?"

For a while, Kunikida looked at me with a complicated look.

"Why, did I say something strange???"

"No, it wouldn't be surprising if the person who asked this question was Tomo," Kunikida said as he walked. "You and Dazai have known each other for many years, so why haven't you gotten used to that guy's behavior?"

Indeed, if Dazai disappeared, everyone's first reaction would be - ah, must have gone somewhere to commit suicide, what should I eat tonight, curry rice or pork chop rice?

If I think about it like this, it's not normal for me to worry about it.

After returning to the detective agency, Atsushi handed Kyoka to Yosano, and I went home, but not resting.

Where did Dazai go?

I'm still struggling with this issue.

There was no one in the dormitory, the cafe downstairs was not there, no one answered the phone, and no relevant complaints were received. This is really abnormal.

Thinking about it this way, my mind gradually returned to a few days ago, when Dazai was still standing here.

'Have you found what Ichito wanted? ’

After trying to recall the conversation that day as much as possible, only this sentence is the strangest.

I suddenly opened my eyes, could it be...

That night, I sneaked into the port Mafia's storage room again.

Sure enough, the man who had been missing for several days was standing there intact with a document in his hand.

After seeing me, he was a little surprised, but he still said hello: "Yo, good evening, Ito."

"..."

I actually wanted to say [Wow—], but in order to avoid attracting patrol officers, I could only hold back, and then quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here!"

Before the other party answered, I glanced at the photo on the document and lowered my head. It turned out to be the entry and exit registration form of one of the suspects of the time-space ability user!

I was surprised: "You?!"

"Shh..." Dazai put his index finger on his thin lips, "It will call for guards."

I quickly fell silent.

At this point, I can be said to know why Dazai came to chat with me at that time. The topic of Tun that was introduced at the beginning was just a pretense, and the important thing was the content behind!

He took my words, knew that the person I was looking for had no major interest in Mafia, the records would only be in paper, and then based on some details and my actions in the past few days, he deduced that the person entered not long ago. The Hong Kong black, the layers were screened and finally locked on to this brother!

"If you don't get into the FBI, it's a lifetime loss for the United States." I couldn't help but comment.

"Is this a compliment to me?"

"What is the praise... eh?"

The light was too dim just now, so I couldn't see clearly, but after my eyes got used to it, I realized that Dazai still had a wound on his face: "What's going on?"

"Huh? This is it," Dazai reached out and touched his face, "Hush—Akutagawa-kun and Chuya beat him."

"them?"

At this moment, my brain was running fast. Dazai didn't have the skills to sneak in without a sound like me, but he was smart, and he must have used other methods to get in here.

Since he was beaten by Akutagawa Kazuya, it means that he came in "dignifiedly"...

"Could it be that you were deliberately caught by Mafia and came here after being tortured?"

“Bingo~”

"What are you doing, do you know that you are a traitor now, and you will die if you bring it to your door!"

Dazai handed the document to me.

"I won't just die like this," he put his hand in his pocket, although his face was covered with wounds and his clothes were stained with blood, he still spoke very easily, "I sent a letter to the top management, I The day I died was when the secrets of Port Mafia were exposed to the world, and with such a price as a shield, they would not easily execute me."

"Just for this record?" My expression became complicated, "I went around so many detours and even disturbed the senior management, just for this piece of paper?"

Seeing that I was angry, Dazai was stunned for a while, and then a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "But this piece of paper is very important to Ito."

! !

I squeezed the paper tightly, unable to articulate how I felt.

However, Dazai still looked like Yuzai Yuzai: "Ah, I originally planned to take a good sleep here, and bring the record back tomorrow to surprise Ito, but it seems that it is no longer needed... It would be better to ask less questions during the next chat, so that Ito won't be able to guess so quickly... But that's not enough, after all, if you ask one less question, you won't be able to confirm the identity of this person."

I put down the recording paper and lowered my head slightly. The other party couldn't see my expression: "Dazai."

"Yes," Dazai said after responding, "Ichito's reaction looks a little scary, am I looking for the wrong person, or am I just too happy to— eh?"

I grabbed his collar violently and pulled hard here—

chirp.

Dazai: "?!"

Tonight's night, rich and soft.