Heibu doesn't want to talk

I don't know where it started, but Ranbu could no longer hear his own heartbeat.

Even if he pressed his chest tightly, there was no such agitated emotion anymore.

He clearly knows what he is doing, and can easily discern the justice defined in the past, but he seems to have lost some kind of empathy.

Killing, being killed, fairness and justice, and the truth are all seen in the eyes, but cannot enter the heart.

Even the tears became cold, and when leaning against the tombstone, a huge hole penetrated Ranpo's heart.

The dull thinking can't even tell Luanbu what he expects now.

Unlike Dazai, Dazai's essence is fragile, and he avoids things that will hurt him.

Luanbu was like silently watching the ice spread all over his body bit by bit. He clearly knew the consequences he was about to face, but he couldn't feel the sense of crisis that he should have.

Sometimes, in a trance, I feel a little relaxed when I look directly at the sharp blade with random steps.

I don't want to do anything, I don't want to think about anything, and I lose the motivation to continue.

This kind of chaotic walking is what Mr. Mori does not want to see, and it is not necessary.

Ranpo has lost his life purpose and sense of crisis, but his heart is still beating, he is still a human being.

As long as he is still a human being, then it is very easy. Instinct dominates everything about him, regardless of will.

If you don't want to move, then force him to move. He doesn't want to think, but he will die if he doesn't work hard.

Ranbu's life is too lofty, like a stand-alone game with all levels cleared, everything is boring.

There is nothing easier than giving life a sense of crisis.

In the other world, it is impossible to live away from disputes.

Luanbu was just so well protected that he was so addicted to the past that he couldn't get out.

Although Mr. Mori doesn't mind giving Ranpo more tolerance in many cases, it doesn't mean that he is a person with a soft heart. After all, he is still a profit supremacist.

Mr. Sen crossed his hands, pondered for a long time, and sighed faintly.

"Let Mr. Hongye bring Jinghua over here."

Hongye led the girl in the kimono into the chief's office. No one knew what the three of them were discussing inside. In short, the girl's expression seemed to be even more serene.

"My name is Kyoka..." The official meeting is a very ordinary meeting.

Ranpo and Jinghua seem to have a natural sense of closeness, even though they are in a different environment, they quickly become familiar with each other.

Jinghua hates assassination tasks, so Luanpo often takes her to skip work, and Luanpo will share snacks with Jinghua.

Therefore, it can be said that Ranpo is absolutely not on guard against Jinghua.

"Do you understand, Kyoka, do it well." Hongye adjusted the kimono for Kyoka, and let the girl go into Chaopo's office by herself.

Jinghua entered [Black Lizard] stiffly without saying a word.

While walking, the scabbard of the short knife came off slightly, reflecting a cold light.

"Jinghua..." Luanbu opened the door and smiled at Jinghua, as usual.

Jinghua's hand on the handle of the knife tightened, but it still hung down.

Pressing cold hands on Jinghua's head, Luanbu revealed a smile that was so ethereal that it was almost broken.

"thanks……"

then……

The phone rang, and Akutagawa commanded calmly.

"Yasha Shirayuki, kill Edogawa Ranpo."

The blade transformed from the supernatural ability pierced Ranpo's chest.

Ranbu was finally able to hear his tired and heavy heartbeat clearly, the moment before he fell into a coma.

He probably guessed the result long ago, but so what.

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