In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

With Asaka Kazunagawa, or Yokohama with an organization, the plan to have the two organizations kill each other is really useless.

The road on the surface is controlled by the Supernatural Secret Service, and the road behind the scenes is controlled by the port mafia. It is impossible for the supernatural beings who spread the virus to leave Yokohama.

Leaving aside the issue of time stillness in Selina's power space, the mouse can easily think that 48 hours is just a decoration, even if there is not enough time, Funagawa Asaka, Edogawa Ranpo, Dazai Osamu, the port mafia and The Armed Detective Agency, impossible for anyone to cooperate with them, hid in Yokohama for 48 hours.

Virus powers will be found out soon.

Fyodor himself, who stepped on the mine, will also be found by angry detective agencies and mafia members.

That.

Osamu Dazai sat in the compartment of the truck, on top of the stacked goods, puzzled: "Why did the mouse play such a useless drama?"

In order to catch up with a virus supernatural being, and then get arrested?

"Mr. Dazai." Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke rushed over: "We are here."

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Come on."

Sure enough, Ms. Asaka and Mr. Ranpo teamed up, and the efficiency is really high.

but.......

Osamu Dazai was puzzled: "Have those two reconciled?"

Funagawa Asaka hurriedly went to appease Nakahara Chuya and came back, wasn't she angry with Edogawa Ranpo?

It was the first time he saw Funagawa Asaka ignoring others.

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head: "Mr. Ranpo has already apologized."

Afterwards, he complained, "Those two, they can't quarrel at all."

After Osamu Dazai thought about it, it was indeed the case, so he simply stopped entangled with the two detectives and started to deal with the problem in front of him.

He looked at the two young men, both of whom possessed powerful supernatural powers and had miserable life experiences. They were in harmony with each other, but they were mutually exclusive. It seemed that there was someone's shadow on them.

Osamu Dazai smiled: "The destination is an abandoned coal mine in the deep mountains, thousands of meters away, and there are many traps and guards inside."

"This time, the first target is the virus's supernatural beings, and the second target is their leader, Dostoevsky."

He bent his hands and fingers, and put them together casually: "I have listened to a few lessons that Otonashi-kun taught you, he is a very professional and competent teacher, and he is a mysterious and powerful man... Then, as the disciple he taught with me."

"Show me your skills, Akutagawa, Atsushi."

Atsushi Nakajima shuddered at the thought of Mr. Otonashi beating someone so painful.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought of the comments made by Nakahara Chuya, the port mafia master of gymnastics.

"He taught you this move?" Chuya Nakahara tried the move Akutagawa Ryunosuke said: "It's a very flexible move. I haven't seen it before. Was it captured by some secret army?"

"He said it was original, and he taught us how to use it smoothly."

"Really, that's really a terrifying man. He can easily create original moves." Zhongyuan Zhong also withdrew his hand: "However, the damage of this move is not strong, it's more flexible."

It seems to go well with the character setting of Yin Wuxian?

Ever since he knew which laboratory Yinwu Xianle had escaped from, Zhong Yuanzhong had become more inexplicably kind to him.

It may also be sympathy.

The Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency thing is settled.

On the organization side, there is still a big problem.

The abnormal person with the face of their leader.

Still with the mouse.

No, probably not a big deal.

After all, the system can control everything on the Internet, including the surveillance of the entire city, and it can detect Fyodor whenever he goes out.

【Do you want to go to see Fyodor in person】The system doesn't agree with it: 【Just ask your subordinates to go or not】

"No." Yin Wuxian adjusted the neckline of the windbreaker: "I'll go in person."

The main task is eighty, and he wants to finish it safely.

Rats are too rambunctious.

"The system, that abnormality, is valid."

【some】

No sound, no strings, peace of mind.

He stopped in front of a coffee shop.

The wind chime at the door swayed twice, there was elegant music, and the aroma of coffee rushed to the face at the same time.

A young man with a thin and handsome face is sitting at the coffee table. He is ordering a cup of latte and stirring sugar cubes. Opposite him, there is a strange man with a white cloak and a white mask. He is dead. It seemed that he was motionless, and there was a cup of coffee in front of him.

Yin Wuxian Yue pulled away the chair and sat opposite the young man.

Fyodor seemed a little surprised, but only for a moment, he restrained his expression: "You... are indeed the leader who kept everyone in the dark."

he exclaimed.

To be able to find the mouse's hiding place so quickly.

Yin Wuxian raised his eyes, and brought the coffee in front of the man in the white cloak to himself. The drink was still hot, and it was obvious that it had just been made: "If I don't show up, what will you do?"

The young man with soft brows and eyes obviously didn't change much, but his tone was still calm and calm, but there was a hint of arrogance and oppression: "Shall we lift the veil of the mysterious man in public?"

"It doesn't affect you in any way." Fyodor chuckled, thinking about the information he had found on Yin Wu String Music, he was stunned.

When he got the man in the white cloak, he didn't believe in "I'm the leader" he said, he just thought it was an abnormal rambling, and he really confirmed it after testing it with the murderer.

This gentle and gentle low-level member of the port mafia is the leader of the organization who suddenly appeared in Yokohama and recovered abnormally.

The talented detective girl admired him, and she was willing to hold back her pride, and stagnated in his hands like a canary. The extreme murderer lowered his head, willing to put on shackles for him, and became a creeping sick dog.

The arrogant son of God withdrew his edge, respected and cautious when he mentioned him, full of joy, that is, a coquettish and reserved cat on his lap, and the paranoid puppeteer like a snake with red chains hid his fangs and huddled in his cuffs, only for the brave He who hurts his master is vicious.

The guardian who can make those monsters and lunatics admire madness, and the person who regards life as the meaning of life, is actually this gentle young man in front of him who looks harmless.

After really getting along, Fyodor realized the specialness of the person in front of him, and getting along with him gave birth to a strange sense of peace and intimacy.

"But I don't like trouble." Yin Wuxian seemed to be singing poetry, with a light tone and a touch of boredom: "It's hard for me to be troubled by something."

Fyodor, however, was honored to be one of the few people who bothered him.

The plan to reveal the person with the same face as him when the Supernatural Secret Service arrived, made Yin Wu Xianle a little angry.

Because of the abnormality, he must stay in an organization that is one in three quarters. If it is exposed, he will be in trouble.

Fyodor thought: "Are you going to kill me?"

He calculated in his mind that if Otonashi String Music wanted to kill someone, would he be able to escape unscathed, because there were still more than ten minutes before Osamu Dazai and the Supernatural Secret Service Division, who were calculated in the backup plan, arrived.

The success rate is... [-]%.

The information Fyodor got was very detailed, from Yinwu Xianle being picked up by Zhongyuan Zhongya from the Ministry of Security, his appearance in the public eye, to the hounds investigating him, to the candy house, and the fall of the white whale.

The Hound, the Special Agents, Osamu Dazai, the Port Mafia, and even his rat of the house of death can't find anything wrong with Anon's resume.

The only thing Fyodor can rely on is his instant death ability, but if it is the barrier of the Son of God, it is not unique... He vaguely glanced at the wax figure-like man in the white cloak.

Fyodor felt relieved.

"No." Sure enough, Yin Wuxian shook his head: "I won't kill you."

As expected.

Fyodor was overjoyed, and tried with a calm expression on his face: "Then what do you want to do?"

"What to do." Yin Wuxian picked up the coffee cup, his finger bones turned white, but he couldn't see it on his face: "Your ideal is to create a world without supernatural beings."

Fyodor nodded.

He wasn't surprised that Yin Wuxian would know this.

Yin Wuxian Yue took a sip of his coffee and frowned bitterly: "Do you know where the abnormality comes from?"

Patronize the dress, forget the sugar...

But Fyodor watched, he could only continue to put it down, and put down the cup without changing his face, but the sound of the coffee cup falling on the table became much louder, the porcelain cup collided with the wooden table, making a pleasant "" When' sounded.

Fyodor was taken aback, his eyes, like apples and red wine fermenting, were brewing with unknown meaning, he pursed his lips: "Another world."

Those members of the organization, even the people in front of them, are from another world.

No one, or no organization can develop to such a degree in this world, and still be so unknown, even without folk rumors, there is only one answer.

This organization, together with those abnormalities, came from another world, but the former is the guardian, and the latter is the destroyer.

"It's a world of 8000 billion trillion trillion." Yin Wuxian's right index finger was slightly bent and rested on his chin: "I can take you to a world without supernatural powers."

There is no need for creation. In this universe, there are only a few worlds with supernatural powers.

Although it is a bit contrary to the original intention, but at any rate, what is out of sight is pure?

Fyodor's pupils contracted, and then, relieved, he reluctantly let out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I want to go and see, then thank you very much."

He finally heard the answer with his own ears.

8000 billion trillion... worlds.

The sense of loss and falsehood inexplicably rising from the bottom of my heart swept my heart like an abyss of huge waves in the deep sea. Some things that were previously indestructible seemed to be washed away with a little crack.

The young man in front of him.

It can be done at will, like a gift, giving subordinates the existence of supernatural powers.

"...Actually, you are in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and you haven't even met the standard of a third-class dangerous superhuman."

Pedestrian Ayatsuji sat on a high-end mahogany rattan chair, which was an office chair provided by the port mafia. He had a cup of black tea in front of him, and a doll with blond hair and a red dress on his lap. He was living leisurely.

This is Selina's supernatural space.

Since Ayatsuji Xingren was kidnapped and invited here, he has been staying in Sarina's supernatural space, because it is said that he is very good at escaping from prison, so he has nowhere to go.

Selina was puzzled by what Ayatsuji pedestrian said, and she asked, "What about the son of God and the murderer?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians replied: "They are all special grades."

"Is it because I'm too low-key?" Selina was a little dissatisfied: "I'm no worse than them."

"It's because you're not dangerous enough." Ayatsuji pedestrian shook his head: "Your ability is space, what else? I heard that you all have dual abilities."

Such things as supernatural powers must not be carefully dissected to others, but there is nothing to hide the specifics. Selina said bluntly: "It has something to do with the doll."

"Then let's count it as manipulating dolls for the time being, because some of your dolls hold weapons in their hands, and the wear and tear on them will not be deliberately decorated." Yan Tsuji pedestrian analyzed: "A supernatural criminal I know , His ability is mind power, he can cut off anything within a few centimeters of his body, and he is only a third class."

"But your members, the Son of God and the Killer, one is the owner of the most dangerous spiritual ability among all abilities, and has a nearly invincible protective layer. She has a perverse personality and lacks control, which is why she was promoted to the title of Super Dangerous Ability User."

Selina clicked her tongue: "What about Qianxiang?"

She didn't care about the murderer, but she was a little upset that the Son of God was being lifted up so high.

"Funagawa Asaka? She's not on the list of dangerous people with supernatural powers." Ayatsuji pedestrians had a strange expression on their faces: "She's not dangerous, and even her specialness and brains made the Supernatural Secret Service Division put her on the list of people who need to please her." In the list of supernatural beings."

Selina was a little startled: "I thought all our members were on the list of dangerous supernatural beings."

"You're not here." Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at her: "Didn't I just say that?"

"No." Selina shook her head, picked up the coffee pot on the table, and poured herself a cup of coffee: "You just talked about dangerous supernatural beings, I asked you to estimate for me, you didn't say I'm not that members of the list."

The mellow aroma of coffee rises with the heat.

"The ones on that list are all supernatural criminals, and they haven't killed anyone..." Ayatsuji pedestrians remembered the living dolls he saw when he visited the supernatural space, and changed his words: "They didn't see them. Those who have killed people will not appear on the list, it's just a list, do you really want to be on it?"

Selina nodded: "All the gods are up, but I'm not here. I always feel that I'm being compared."

Her strange desire to win.

But the woman was soon relieved: "They don't know my abilities, so the ranking is definitely not fair."

The Supernatural Secret Service Division only had a one-sided understanding of the organization, and felt that the murderer's instant death and healing, and the defense and laws of the Son of God were very dangerous.

But what is really scary about the organization is Funagawa Asaka's reasoning and prophecy, Selina's space and resurrection, and the most harmless thing, Alluka's wish and demand.

"That's true." Ayatsuji pedestrian hooked his coffee cup with two fingers, and his little finger lightly stuck to the side of the cup: "The cause and effect of the incident, the identity of the locked prisoner, and evidence, these are all things I usually submit to the Supernatural Secret Service Division. material."

Facing Selina's suspicious gaze, the murder detective said lightly: "They will analyze my abilities and psychology through my report, and every move will be monitored and analyzed, and recorded by professionals."

"This is how they treat dangerous supernatural beings." Ayatsuji Xingren's words paused: "But the murderer and the god child, because of the anomaly---that's what you said, because of your organization, have been at large, without any Subjective intelligence was presented, and they could only be analyzed through incidental surveillance footage, which made many officials panicky."

He picked up his coffee and took a sip: "Speaking of which, when are you going to let me go?"

"You really want to go?" Selina tilted her head. She liked this puppet lover.

"Okay." Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded, touched the doll on his lap with his fingertips: "The ball joint doll you mentioned last time..."

He and Selina started talking about dolls.

He was not in a hurry to leave, living here was much more comfortable than being under a sniper rifle.

However, if he keeps missing, Tsujimura Fukatsuki will be imprisoned or even sentenced to death.

Ayatsuji pedestrian frowned.

He doesn't care what she does.

coffee shop.

There were guests talking in low voices in twos and threes, Bach's St. Matthew Passion was playing on the radio, the music was melodious, but there was no one Dazai wanted to find.

The young man with kite eyes was stunned for a rare few seconds.

The mouse is not here.

Could it be that Qianxiangjiang made a wrong prediction?

But the Supernatural Secret Service Division can't be wrong. According to the surveillance, the mouse did come here, and there was another person by his side.

White cloak with a mask.

It is the same attire as the leader of the organization that Fukuzawa Yukichi said after the night of white mist, and what Ango Sakaguchi memorized with the theory of degeneracy, who caused Suzumiya to go crazy on Raihachi Street.

Funagawa Asaka said that it was an abnormal person who could imitate people.

Osamu Dazai also wanted to take the opportunity to see what the leader looked like.

"Excuse me." Osamu Dazai embraced the waiter: "Did a Russian come to the store just now? About 10 minutes ago, he was wearing thick clothes and a white hat. He was accompanied by a man in a white cloak." man."

The waiter thought about it for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I haven't seen them, sir."

So if special guests come together, he will not be unaffected.

Osamu Dazai thanked him with a smile, and let the waiter go.

Thoughts surged in the iris-colored eyes.

At this time, Ango Sakaguchi also came with people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. The heavily armed black troops came in and quickly surrounded the coffee shop.

The two or three customers in the coffee shop seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and sat peacefully in their seats.

"Dazai, where are you?"

"The waiter said he hadn't seen it before." Osamu Dazai murmured, "Have you been tricked by a mouse?"

Ango Sakaguchi frowned: "Impossible, he did come in, this store has no back door."

"How could a mouse come to a coffee shop without a back door?" Osamu Dazai asked back, but he was indeed a little unsure, because it was Osamu Dazai who swore to arrest Fyodor while he was focusing on the base Plan: "This is not right, Ango."

Osamu Dazai looked at Ango Sakaguchi, and the members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division had already stepped forward one by one to check the customers and check the coffee shop: "Use the theory of degeneration to check."

Sakaguchi Ango nodded.

Fyodor is extremely dangerous, and the matter is of great importance. If he misses the time for this arrest, he will be in trouble when he leaves Yokohama on a smuggling boat.

Ango Sakaguchi touched the tables one by one, and when he reached the third one, he was stunned, raised his hand to look at it, and then put his hand back in disbelief.

"I can't see anything, Dazai." Ango Sakaguchi looked serious.

This is the first time that the theory of the Fall has failed.

Even the Red Buddha in the night of white mist, he can read the memory on the displayed machine, but not this time.

"Don't waste your thoughts in vain." A male voice without any emotion came from outside the coffee shop, and Osamu Dazai opened the door and followed the voice.

A young man with blond hair came from the door, holding a doll with blond hair and red dress in one hand, wearing leather gloves.

Ango Sakaguchi exclaimed, "Ayatsuji pedestrians!"

He couldn't be found by searching all over the city for supernatural agents, why did he appear here again now.

Osamu Dazai's attention was on the doll, he raised his eyebrows: "Ms. Sarina made the doll?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded slightly: "I have a little vision."

Osamu Dazai was proud: "The dolls made by the same puppeteer are easy to identify."

Ango Sakaguchi couldn't handle it anymore: "Miss Sarina kidnapped you?"

If it is a supernatural space, then it makes perfect sense.

But that organization...

The thoughts in Ango Sakaguchi's heart were instantly confused.

He was terrified when he thought of his plan to farm Shanhuotou.

Thinking about why Ayatsuji pedestrians appeared here, and the unusable theory of degeneration, Ango Sakaguchi came to an unimaginable conclusion.

"Did the rats also be taken away by people from that organization?"

"I don't know." Ayatsuji pedestrians replied truthfully: "Just now, Selina told me that I can leave, and then threw me on the street without saying a word. You can check the surveillance."

"What are they going to do to kidnap you?" Osamu Dazai was more interested in this: "Except for Miss Sarina, have you seen any of them, such as the leader."

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked over with contempt: "How is it possible, I have been under house arrest/imprisoned in the supernatural space."

Dazai was instantly disappointed.

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned, and looked at Osamu Dazai: "Dazai, you mean..."

Osamu Dazai gave an affirmative answer: "If Fyodor already knew the leader's appearance and brought the fake leader to a public place, then it's normal for the leader to come and silence him."

"They didn't even kill me." Ayatsuji said coldly, "It's impossible to kill Fyodor."

and many more.......

This sentence suddenly awakened Osamu Dazai.

"Anwu, has the killer never killed a person with supernatural powers?"

Ango Sakaguchi nodded: "His target has always been the villains in Raibo Street. People with some abilities have been recruited long ago. Those who do that kind of thing are usually ordinary people."

"That's not what I mean." Osamu Dazai shook his head: "Apart from those with abnormal abilities, among the only two members of the organization who can kill people, Kamito has never touched anyone with abilities."

"Compared to the hunting target of the murderer who only hunts 'people who are being attacked by him', the hunting scope of the Son of God is wider, and there are no taboos. Anyone who is 'evil' has the risk of being targeted by him, but in these Among the people, the supernatural criminals in Yokohama are more rampant than ordinary criminals, but none of them were murdered."

Coupled with those abnormalities, Osamu Dazai seems to have deduced the truth, but he is still in the fog and cannot see clearly.

Ango Sakaguchi asked: "Ayatsuji-kun, did they ask you to convey anything?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians didn't have a good attitude towards Ango Sakaguchi, a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division: "No, but they accepted me as a non-staff member."

Osamu Dazai:?

He seemed to hear a familiar noun.

Vision Oda Sakunosuke.

Ango Sakaguchi obviously thought of this too: "Can you contact them?"

"No."

Ango Sakaguchi was disappointed.

"Oh, that's right." Ayatsuji pedestrian pointed out the door: "They said that new members have benefits, and I don't need a black card, so I traded them for something else."

Through the transparent glass of the coffee shop, outside is a truck with several boxes of different sizes on it.

The corner of Ango Sakaguchi's mouth twitched: "A doll?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded: "Besides that, there is another thing that I don't need, so I'll give it to you."

Several people walked towards the door.

It was only then that Ango Sakaguchi saw that there was a red telephone booth at the corner of the truck, which was very new.

"That is?"

"The anomaly you want is called a 'ten-year telephone booth', which can call people from the past." Ayatsuji pedestrian said indifferently: "It can only be used once."

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by a pedestrian from Ayatsuji: "I use it myself. I call myself ten years ago and tell him to commit suicide before you find him?"

The young detective's tone was full of sarcasm.

It's better to make yourself more comfortable now.

Interrogations were held against his accomplices Ivan and Pushkin, who were caught in the plot to capture Fyodor.

Ivan remained silent and taunted members of the interrogation.

Pushkin was the complete opposite. He himself was a man without loyalty, and he leaked the plan all over the place.

"I saw the man in the white cloak next to him, and he kept mumbling something." Pushkin, who was fat and wearing a bulging gray down jacket, danced and said, "I didn't hear the names of 'I am the leader' and 'Who did you kill? Clearly, anyway, he keeps repeating these few words, and he is probably brainwashed by Dostoevsky again."

The person who recorded was writing hard.

"By the way, there is another person." Pushkin took a sip of water: "I know his appearance. He is an expert in manipulating intelligence. We call him [Destroyer]."

"He didn't show up, but for my own safety, I secretly read Dostoevsky's information, and I'll show you the picture."

"There is a mole here." Pushkin said while drawing on the paper, and soon, a man's head appeared on the paper.

This is a thin man with a pointed face and a mole at the corner of his eye.

"It seems that I don't have any friends." Osamu Dazai, who watched the interrogation video behind the glass, complained.

Ango Sakaguchi:?

No friends can see it.

"Your face." Osamu Dazai touched his chin: "This person is paranoid, mean and old-fashioned at first glance, and he is not easy to get along with."

Just as Ango Sakaguchi felt that what Dazai Osamu said seemed to make sense, he heard Dazai Osamu say it again.

"With a face like mine, you can tell that you have a lot of friends, but it's true..."

Ango Sakaguchi: ...

"That's right." Osamu Dazai finished his narcissism, and thought of the business: "Last time, Bai Wu, the person who eliminated the Red Buddha, is also the leader of their organization, did you find anything?"

Speaking of this, Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback. He took out a palm-sized iron sheet from his pocket, and used the theory of degeneration.

After a long time, he said, "I didn't find it."

"Will it be easy to forget?" Dazai Osamu pondered, and sighed with emotion: "Ango's ability is really convenient."

Ango Sakaguchi complained: "Yeah, this directly leads to the fact that you are the only one who remembers this incident besides me."

He really experienced what it means to be drunk while everyone is awake.

This piece of iron sheet was cut from the machine that monitors the singularity, because Ango Sakaguchi discovered that the memory of the man in white would fade with time. Cut a little and take it with you.

Zhongtian Shanhuotou also asked him if he was stupid for working overtime.

Ango Sakaguchi was speechless.

That organization can easily manipulate people's memory, and even affect the storage disk of the machine. If the farming chief knows about this kind of thing, the day when the government will completely crusade against the organization will not be far away.

Funagawa Asaka of the Armed Detective Agency will be the first victim.

Ugh.

Osamu Dazai returned to the detective agency with the transcript of the interrogation, and Ango Sakaguchi stared at the iron sheet in a daze. After a few tens of seconds, he put the iron sheet away, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the zheng/criminal.

Leaving the interrogation room, Ango Sakaguchi turned to the other direction, where Ayatsuji pedestrians were being questioned.

Pushing open the door, the blond detective was sitting on the sofa with a cup of hot tea in his hand, the polygraph was placed crookedly on the side, and the blue-green haired junior from the Secret Service was kneeling on the ground, Lie on the table and write hard.

Yasugo Sakaguchi: Which of you is the torturer and who is the tortured?

"Tsujimura, what are you doing?"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was startled by this sudden speech, and she stabilized her mood: "Senior Ango, I am recording the results of the interrogation."

"Shouldn't Ayatsuji-kun write this?"

"I don't want to write." Ayatsuji pedestrian said coldly, very righteous.

Who told Tsujimura Fukatsuki to threaten him as soon as they met.

The corner of Ango Sakaguchi's mouth twitched, and he held his forehead: "Okay, then report the result to me."

"It is indeed kidnapping." Tsujimura Fukatsuki immediately stood up, and showed what he had just written to Ango Sakaguchi with both hands: "The puppeteer brought Mr. Ayatsuji into the supernatural space in the parking lot of the amusement park, and there is surveillance to prove this , the next step is to imprison/imprison, they threatened Mr. Ayatsuji not to use abilities on members of the organization."

Ayatsuji pedestrians added quietly: "They used anomalies to ensure the credibility of my oath."

Although that's not the case.

But this does not prevent Ayatsuji pedestrians from saying so.

Anyway, the government has no way to verify it.

Yokohama is a very gentle city.

At least for those who love it.

Suzumiya sat on the rubble of abandoned houses on Raibo Street, which was almost the highest place on Raibo Street. He could see the deepest filth and beauty of this pothole, and almost all the people living here You can see him as soon as you look up.

Black-haired and red-eyed, young man like a vampire in legend, young, gentle and friendly to outsiders, but has a morbid aversion to evil deeds.

With gorgeous roses, blood and slaughter, he suppressed the excessive violence on Radium Bowl Street by himself.

As long as you see him, no one will dare to do evil. If you don't want to live, that's another story.

Young people like to sit here in a daze.

In the organization, Funagawa Asaka likes to fight with her companions in the detective agency, Miko likes to be surrounded by cats in the park under the sun, Sarina likes to nest in the supernatural space to wipe and caress her dolls, Suzumiya likes to be on Radium Bowl Street Waiting, sitting on a high place and watching, like a king patrolling his territory.

This is a slum.

Before being picked up by his master, Suzumiya also came from a slum.

A gust of wind blows, the high wind is not uncommon, but it will bring a different taste every time, maybe it is the fishy and salty sea, maybe it is the bustling food aroma over the city, or maybe it is Radium Bowl Street, this evil The foul smell of the lair itself.

This time the wind brought a chilling smell.

Suzumiya got up quickly, jumped down from the place where he was sitting just now, borrowed his strength in the air, and landed steadily.

The pile of rubble had been knifed down to a flat top.

The young man in military uniform smiled slightly, against the light, he stepped on a taller house on Radium Bowl Street, holding his unsheathed sword.

The other, a young man in military uniform with an expressionless face, was holding a sharp saber. Obviously, the strong wind just now was his credit.

Suzumiya frowned impatiently.

hound.

Why are they still in Yokohama?

Funagawa Asaka lay on the back of the soft sofa, supported her head with her hands, her black braids were draped over her chest: "I did it all night."

Behind the sofa, there is a table with five small plates with the lids on, and the contents inside cannot be seen clearly.

Of course, Edogawa Ranpo is unshakable. In addition, there are Dazai Osamu, Miyazawa Kenji, Izumi Kyoka, and Nakajima Atsushi who was forcibly dragged over.

Seeing that there were five people, Funagawa Asaka smiled with satisfaction.

This is her game.

Blind box dessert!

"Today is one of five choices." The little girl announced excitedly.

After she finished speaking, Atsushi Nakajima's face became bitter: "Miss Qianxiang, I still have unfinished commissions..."

"Kunikida said he would do it for you." Osamu Dazai decisively interrupted Atsushi Nakajima's attempt to resist: "Stay here, Atsushi."

Don't try to run.

In order not to participate in this game, Kunikida Doppo contracted four commissions including Dazai Osamu's mission, took Oda Sakunosuke to escape overnight, and Yosano Akiko also received a long-distance consultation, and the Tanizaki brothers and sisters signed up for a make-up class Class tutoring.

Osamu Dazai thought for two seconds and decided not to entrust.

Funagawa Asaka ignored Atsushi Nakajima's resistance, she looked at Edogawa Ranpo who was eager to try, and happily announced the start of the game.

These five cakes were all made by her.

Externally they look identical.

inside...

There was spoiled milk, dead fish, durian beer, stinky socks, and the only normal, strawberry lime.

"It's not fair to play this kind of game with Mr. Ranpo." Atsushi Nakajima recalled the vomit-smelling cake he had eaten in his mouth before, and the rotten touch seemed to reappear in his mouth.

Although Funagawa Asaka explained and showed the raw materials, which were all normal food and additives, Atsushi Nakajima still couldn't stop tears from appearing in his eyes.

terrible......

"You don't believe in my craftsmanship, Atsushi." Funagawa Asaka was a little displeased, and she said firmly, "I have taken care of the aftermath very seriously. Even if I walk in disorder, it is absolutely impossible to see the clues from the appearance."

But, Ms. Asaka, Mr. Ranpo looks like he is very sure that he can eat the normal taste.

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated to speak.

Then he shut his mouth in fright at the warning that emerged from Edogawa Ranpo's slightly opened emerald green eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima glanced again at Osamu Dazai, who was calm and relaxed, and Kenji Miyazawa, who was eager to try, really believed that the game was fair and planned to gamble on luck, and Izumi Kyoka, who had a paralyzed face and a very calm face, despaired.

He also wants to do a commission with Mr. Kunikida.

If it’s really not possible, it’s okay to go to Mr. Otonashi’s training with Akutagawa.

No matter how much he resisted, the game started.

The hands of Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo reached out to one place at the same time, and then landed on different plates.

Osamu Dazai:?

He opened his eyes wide: "Mr. Ranpo!"

The plate that Edogawa Ranbu was staring at just now was really not the correct answer!

Edogawa, who had succeeded in his plan, smiled complacently, then picked up his fork, and took a big mouthful confidently.

Mr. Detective is furious.

He spit out the cake on the plate with a bah.

"What is this, light fragrant sauce!"

Funagawa Asaka glanced lightly: "Durian beer, luck is not bad, chaotic steps."

Edogawa Ranpo gritted his teeth: "The reasoning of a famous detective will never go wrong!"

He opened his eyes, staring at the uneaten cake that had just been chosen by Atsushi Nakajima and the others, he choked up, then languished, thinking about it.

"Such a simple trap and a famous detective has been misled."

Funagawa Asaka snorted triumphantly, then urged Dazai Osamu and the others to eat quickly.

Osamu Dazai's hands trembled slightly.

Even Mr. Ranpo was hit