[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

Xie Shuyi looked down at the scene below, trying to find any clues about the assassin.

Until he saw a certain point, his sight suddenly stopped. He found a thin figure in the crowd who kept his head down.

When everyone was watching the excitement, taking pictures frantically with their mobile phones or looking up to discuss the moment when the car exploded.

If you are not curious about what happened, why do you insist on squeezing in? Isn't it a bit too strange?

Xie Shuyi kept staring at the figure and found that he was actually walking straight towards Sen Ouwai. When he separated from the crowd, Xie Shuyi could see his clothes clearly.

"Police? Not like that."

But looking at this man's figure, he doesn't look like the assassin as rumored.

But soon, Xie Shuyi's idea was shattered.

Because he saw with his own eyes that the young policeman stabbed the dagger into Mori Ogai's abdomen, and then disappeared into the crowd at an extremely fast speed.

There were too many people watching the fun, and when the young policeman hid in the crowd, in a flash, Xie Shuyi couldn't find him.

The attacker ran away so fast, and thanks to the crowd, his escape was a piece of cake.

Everything here, including the group of onlookers, seemed to have been specially prepared for this assassination.

Smart weirdness.

Xie Shuyi withdrew his gaze and looked towards the place where Mr. Dazai had originally been, only to find that the latter was nowhere to be seen.

This was clearly the only intersection leading to the detective agency, but Jie Shuyi could see clearly that Mr. Dazai had definitely not passed by here.

His brows frowned and then relaxed, and finally he took out his mobile phone helplessly, looked at the small green dot on it, and ran towards that place at a very fast speed.

Following the location indicated by his cellphone, Xie Shuyi hid on the air conditioner unit high up in the alley, half squatting.

In the alley, Mr. Dazai is confronting a man he has never seen before.

There was a changed police uniform next to the man. If I was not mistaken, he should be the young policeman who had just committed the crime.

"Are you looking for this?" Dazai held an apple in his hand, a hat that didn't belong to him on his head, and a bright smile on his face, "Hello, Demon Fyodor."

Dazai said as he took a bite of the apple, and seemed to find it tasted good, as his smile grew wider.

Dostoevsky lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on his wife's head. That was his hat.

"It's you." Dostoyevsky said, "The last time we met was in Haisai."

Xie Shuyi listened carefully, and it turned out that Mr. Dazai and the policeman were old acquaintances. Judging from the state of their conversation, their relationship seemed to be...good?

Dazai had already walked in front of Dostoyevsky. As he was eating an apple, his words were slurred. "This double assassination even used the masked man as bait. I knew you would go this far."

Their eyes met, the strong confronted each other, silent smoke spread between the two people, two similar yet different souls collided with each other, blooming with the most brilliant colors.

"So I predicted your escape route and ambushed you here in advance."

Dazai suddenly raised his head, pointed at the stolen hat on his head, smiled at the real owner of the hat and asked, "Does it suit me?"

Dostoyevsky said quickly, "Not at all."

Dazai spread his hands in disappointment, but there was still a smile in his eyes, "Really~"

Dazai grabbed the hat and said, "Then I'll give it back to you..."

The snow-white hat that was worn on Dazai's head and cherished in the previous second was thrown at Dostoevsky's feet in the next second.

The brim of his hat was covered in dust, but Dostoevsky didn't care. He just squatted down, picked up the hat, and brushed off the dust.

"As expected of you, you manipulated the poor priest's mind at will and turned him into an assassin. He attacked the leaders of two organizations in succession..." Dazai changed the subject.

"So...what do you want?"

Dazai tilted his head. He was clearly smiling, but there was no trace of kindness in his expression. Just a few words revealed threats and danger.

"Tell me what poison you put on the president."

This smile really has a spooky feeling.

Dazai was not anxious when he didn't get a reply. "I know your purpose. In order to get the book, it is necessary to eliminate all the psychics in Yokohama. But you rats don't have the military strength of the [Combination] to sweep the entire city. That's why you want to defeat the two leaders of the detective agency and the port mafia through assassination."

Xie Shuyi's brows furrowed more and more. Mr. Dazai told him so many things he didn't know in just a few words.

This was the second time Xie Shuyi heard of the word "book".

The group came to Yokohama just for the "book" and were willing to destroy the entire city to find it.

What on earth is a “book”?

Xie Shuyi's eyes fell on Dostoevsky.

Who are you anyway?

Dostoyevsky raised his eyes slightly, "Why do you think so?"

Dazai held the apple with a confident smile on his face, "Because that's what I would do if it were me."

Dostoyevsky also smiled. "Are you trying to say that we are the same kind?"

......

"Okay, I'll tell you. The poison I used is a supernatural power called [Co-devouring]."

"This is a viral ability possessed by a criminal. The extremely tiny organism will grow within 48 hours and devour two hosts at the same time. But if one of the hosts dies before being devoured, the ability will stop."

Xie Shuyi's eyes widened when he heard this. "That means if we want to save the president, we have to kill the other host. Mori Ogai."

Dostoyevsky reminded Dazai, "I advise you not to use your powers to neutralize. Finding a virus that is parasitic in a vital organ and touching it directly is the equivalent of suicide."

Dostoyevsky's smile widened. "What are you going to do?"

The only way for the president to survive is to kill Mori Ogai.

Xie Shuyi gritted his back teeth. He wanted to let the detective agency and the port mafia kill each other, destroy the detective agency and the port mafia in one fell swoop, plunge Yokohama into chaos, and then he would reap the benefits.

This is an open conspiracy.

But it is obvious that both the detective agency and the port mafia are concerned about this matter...

Even though they know it is a trap, they will still step into it.

"People are not only deeply sinful, but also extremely stupid. They know that they have fallen into the trap of others, but they still cannot stop the disputes. Someone must stand up to purify these sins, so I want to get the "book"..." Dostoevsky raised the hat in his hand high and showed a strange smile, "Just like this..."

With the sound of a gunshot, the smile on Dostoevsky's face gradually faded.

Dazai still stood there intact, and when he met Dostoevsky's gaze, he even showed a bright smile.

"How?" Dazai asked.

Dostoevsky's gaze moved upwards, to the place where the sniper should have been hiding, and a young man in a white sweatshirt was looking down at them.

The boy was holding a sniper's gun. The assassin was shot in the abdomen and was held by the boy's neck in a desperate situation.

It’s not that the sniper didn’t want to resist, but Jie Shuyi stabbed him several times in the vitals, and now he can only passively collapse in Jie Shuyi’s arms.

Xie Shuyi said expressionlessly, "Are you looking for him again?"

Dostoyevsky looked up coldly.

Xie Shuyi didn't get an answer, but he didn't get angry. Instead, a bright smile suddenly spread across his cold face. "Ha~ Brother, have you seen today's weather forecast?"

Even in the dark, Dazai could clearly see the blood red surging in the depths of Li Shuyi's eyes, and the smile on his lips was almost exactly the same as four years ago.

The strange tone in his words revealed a hint of unrest.

As if he had guessed what Xiao Yi-chan meant, Dazai took a few steps back without saying a word.

Dostoyevsky finally spoke, "I remember it was a sunny day."

Hearing the answer, Xie Shuyi's smile grew wider.

The black hat was glowing red, staring at Dostoyevsky intently. He simply couldn't bear to think, if he hadn't followed him today, would Mr. Dazai be injured or die?

He actually dared to shoot Mr. Dazai with a gun.

How dare you attack Mr. Dazai.

I don’t care who you are, no matter which organization you belong to, you can’t attack Mr. Dazai! No! Absolutely not! ! !

Reason was gradually swept away by madness, until finally, the devil broke free from the shackles that bound him. From the moment his face was covered in blood, his soul would be free.

Xie Shuyi held the scalpel and cut open the sniper's stomach with quick movements. The intestines fell out in an instant and blood splattered everywhere. Dostoevsky, who happened to be standing right below, was covered in blood.

The raised head was stained with blood, and even some human tissue fell on Dostoevsky's head. The clean clothes he had just put on were instantly stained with blood, making him look in a miserable state.

Xie Shuyi grinned, and his smile showed the youthful vigor that is unique to young people.

"It's a rainy day~"