Clow is perfect

Now you don't need to look at [Scale], which can detect the truth of words, Jing also knows that the guy in front of him is fooling him.

And even if it's a lie, this person can speak without stagnation and incomparably fluently, as if the truth is true.

It's just that he still has a little unstoppable curiosity and anticipation. Although the words about knowing him are false, does a person with such a powerful reasoning ability or intelligence acquisition ability really know that he can go back? Method?

There is probably only one thing Fyodor is right about. He really cannot give up his longing for his hometown and relatives.It was a moment of melancholy that he occasionally felt over it.

With this small expectation, Jing did not rashly expose his lies, but asked, "Even if you know our wishes, how can you ensure that what you say will be achieved?" For the convenience of Fyodor's answer, He also took back the magic power.

Fyodor felt the indescribable power slowly shrinking, no longer pressing on him like a heavy mountain, but relaxing the suppression on him, guessing in his heart that the person in front of him probably believed [-]% of it. Shang breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the table weakly, and still didn't directly say what information he had:

"Actually, the things I'm talking about that can fulfill your wishes are things that are similar to but different from your abilities. For example, this store was created using a certain ability, so it can be so mysterious... ..."

He spoke those words slowly and long as if he was short of breath, obviously his voice was extremely nice and soft, and he spoke abruptly like a person in his dying years.

Jing naturally didn't feel comfortable listening, and the slowness was too anxious, and he directly said that this method is not feasible: "You said [Creation]? But this is not an unlimited ability. If it is similar to this ability, it will not help at all. Us." He expressed his shortcomings objectively, and he also had great doubts about whether this person could do it.

Successfully figured out the ability to create a store, and also obtained its limited information, the young man with black hair and purple eyes smiled very confidently: "This is really a very suitable name, but unfortunately, the ability I said It’s not just that. You know, in this world, there is something that claims to grant any wish—a book?”

Book?

It is indeed the first time Jing has heard of it, and at this moment, it is inevitable that he has some doubts: "There really is such a thing? You are not deceiving people, are you?" After all, this person seems to have no flaws in deceiving people.

"If you have doubts about this, why don't you try to publish the existence of the book on the Internet?" Fyodor seemed to suggest sincerely, "If what I said is false, then there will be nothing It happened. If it is true, you will probably be able to meet the person who followed the communication trace left to find you soon."

"They'll have to prove whether there are books at all."

After all, the group of people from the Ability Secret Service Section will definitely find out that there is such a strange trading shop quietly hiding in Yokohama, and then find out through investigation that he, an internationally wanted person, has appeared, and finally believe that all the people here are related to him, It's all □□, it's not impossible, right?

At most, it only needs a little trick to achieve such a perfect situation.

At that time, the homeless puppies here will definitely go to him automatically.Because at that time, he must be the only one who can reach out.

Not understanding what the person in front of him was planning, Jing looked at the steady [scale], thought about the real temptation that might exist in that part, and decided to believe his words for the last time: "No, I want to believe you. Then , in exchange, what exactly do you want?"

Fyodor sighed regretfully, but still smiled softly on his face: "First of all, please tell me, where is the person who can create this house? I want to talk to him."

"It's me." The little girl with pink hair pointed to herself, indicating that she could start talking.

After updating a little more information, the young man with black hair and purple eyes introduced himself as if he just remembered: "My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky. "

"I'm Lizi." Unwilling to tell this person his full name, Jing simply said and began to urge, "Then what do you want to talk about?"

Fyodor said that he knew the information of the book, but there was no way to obtain it, because many things were missing, not only manpower, but also power.

"So I think we can make such a deal. You provide me with strength, I provide information, and go find the book together. As the initial reward, I will slowly tell you some things about the book, and after achieving the goal, as the final The reward will allow you to fulfill your wish first."

The more powerful something that destroys the laws of reality, the harder it is to find.

Jing was not too skeptical about this, and asked what kind of power was needed following this way of thinking.

Fyodor seemed to think hard for a while, put his fingers on his chin, and finally said slowly: "For now, I may go to a foreign country, where it will be a little cold. As you can see, my body is a little fragile , Can you let someone with great power follow me?"

It's not troublesome to choose a candidate, but the mirror can't spare time now, and there's no way to always travel through space tunnels. If it is too frequent, it will be found to be abnormal.

So he hesitated for a while, a little embarrassed: "The others are doing other things now, so they can't go with you for the time being."

"That's it." Fyodor looked easy to speak, and sighed, "Then I will take a step back for a while, can you follow me? I need your ability called [Creation]."

Jing hesitated for a while, but still picked up the book with a brown cover on the table, and told him that this was the realization of his ability.

"For some reason, I can't go with you temporarily." He showed the black quill and the book, "But this book can use the ability to write the appearance of things that need to exist on the book, and the night will be created. Close the book and it disappears."

I see.Fyodor watched the book dangle in front of his eyes for a moment, then put it back quickly, showing no intention of giving it to others.

Sure enough, the little girl holding the book changed her tone: "I can't give it to Mr. Fyodor yet. Please let me think about whether you are trustworthy." Now he shows that his ability is also to try to keep Fyodor's curious.

Seeing what she meant, the black-haired and purple-eyed man responded with a chuckle: "Of course, this does require careful consideration. But please make a decision as soon as possible. In order not to miss the news of 'Book', I can't always stay in the same place."

He leaves behind hints of urging and constant attention to 'book' intelligence.

"Okay." Mirror agreed.

After preparing to think carefully, Jing returned to his room. He originally wanted to rest for a while, but after opening and closing his eyes, he found himself in a vast white mist.

With this deja vu feeling, he can judge that he has been here before.

Just as Mirror was recalling, someone knocked on his window, and before he could open it, he forcibly pulled it open from the outside.

The person I haven't seen for a long time doesn't seem to have changed, with withered long white hair, ruby ​​eyes that can't get rid of the sense of boredom and boredom, and a unique white suit with a cloak.

"I'm here to pick you up." The man looked at the light green-haired child, smiled slightly, and extended a hand to him.

Although this person treats him well, Jing feels that he is still dangerous, and...

"Sorry, Mr. Shibusawa." He shook his head, "I have my own home, so I can't just go with you."

Last time Osamu Dazai was angry for a short time because he left with someone casually, but no matter how you say it this time, he can't just leave like this.

"Even if your owner has already decided to abandon you?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko held the information he got from the demon, without any panic, looking at his silly child lovingly.

"What are you talking about?" Mirror is really puzzled, "Mr. Dazai is just busy, he didn't do that."

"Isn't he avoiding you and rarely even coming back?"

Choked by this sentence, Jing wanted to say something to refute for a while, but stopped again.It is true that Osamu Dazai ignored him for a long time, and he played games lazily when he met, rarely paid attention to him, and occasionally looked at him with strange eyes.

But he always felt that Mr. Dazai would not do that.Maybe he was overconfident, but he really didn't think Osamu Dazai was showing that.

Seeing him stunned, Shibusawa Ryuhiko immediately followed up and continued to break his defense: "If you really think he didn't do this, why don't you make a bet with me?"

"What?" What's the bet?

"You come with me. If he doesn't come to you, it proves that you are not important to him. If he comes, you can go back with peace of mind." He said it seemed a fair request, but he hid his selfishness.

Jing was silent for a while, facing the outstretched hand, slowly touched his own thin white fingertips.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko seemed extremely happy, pulled him to his side, and gently stroked his head: "Let's go, I think you are hungry too."

The light green-haired child didn't speak, and was carried away silently and left the room. Watching the house belonging to Dazai slowly go away, the shadow in his eyes gradually became smaller.

In fact, he is not going to really test whether he is important to Osamu Dazai, that is not something that can be tested.

It's just that he thought, if it's because he is too weak now to help Mr. Dazai, then after he has enough strength, will he be able to stay by his side longer.

And if Mr. Dazai doesn't even go home to hide from him now, it would be too bad if he stayed in a crappy place like a container.

With him gone, Mr. Dazai can always relax a bit.

I hope Mr. Dazai remembers to go home.

The crabs at home are still delicious.

Two days later, Lupine Bar.

"You said Kagami is missing?" Oda Sakunosuke, who was about to drink, put down the cup in his hand and frowned.Ango Sakaguchi, who has the ability to obtain information, went on a business trip to Europe two days ago, and now it is very troublesome to find someone.

"Yes." The black-haired boy with one eye covered by a bandage replied in a low voice, and he tightened his hand holding the glass, "To be precise, he probably followed the people, and there was no trace of resistance at all." Although Judging from previous deeds, it is not the first time.

"Aren't you going to find him now?" Oda Sakunosuke asked this sentence just now, seeing his friend's calm expression, he realized something, "Wait, Dazai, do you know who took him away?"

"Yes. He belongs to his father." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and stared at the golden liquor with a puzzled expression. He remembered the white mist and the precious stones in his room reported by his subordinates, and told him plainly that the prisoner Who it is, is so arrogant that it's hard to know.

"...The Osamu Dazai I know is not someone who will give up clues and stop doing anything because of this." Oda Sakunosuke did not doubt this, and took it for granted, "Even if one day passes Now, you are also the kind of man who can find the guy you want." Besides, he didn't think Osamu Dazai would really let the news take so long to get to his hands.

"Heh." Osamu Dazai chuckled, propping his cheeks with his hands, "Sure enough, it's something you can say. But it's not like I didn't do anything."

"After all, it was I who helped Kagami-chan follow Shibusawa Ryuhiko out of here smoothly." The first time he received the news, he tried his best to trace their footsteps, and there were some clues that would be discovered by others. He also solved it smoothly.

"...I see." Oda Sakunosuke got the answer and stopped asking, calmed down and took a sip of wine.

"Won't Odasaku ask me why I did this?"

"Dazai must have his own reasons."

"Hmm~ Actually, there's no particular reason. Mr. Mori's place is about to settle down. After hiding it for so long, now that he's free, he's probably interested in the little mirror I've been keeping. That person is very respected. The purpose of making the best use of everything and devoting oneself to PortMafia."

"If you discover a little difference in Kagami-chan, and discover that little ability that is not worth mentioning, then Kagami-chan will no longer be mine, but Mr. Mori's, even if you become one of PortMafia's mascots." Class is not a happy thing."

"It's really not good to use such a child at will." Oda Sakunosuke extracted the central idea, agreed, but became puzzled, "But it seems a bit extreme to do this." No matter how you say it, you don't have to let that happen. people took him away.

"..." The black-haired boy looked up at the dim light, slowly stretched out a hand and squeezed the light in mid-air, as if he had squeezed something into a fist, and then slowly Let go, let the light shine gently again.

"Perhaps, I still have a little point. I want that kid to see more of the kindness of the world. At least he shouldn't stay for a guy who is rotten to the bone."

"If you say that, Jing will be sad."

"That idiot will only hug me while crying."