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

Dilapidated gothic castle.

The edges and corners of the stone steps are full of traces of time, hiding broken spider webs covered with dust.

"It's like the castle where the princess was imprisoned in a fairy tale." Osamu Dazai was in high spirits, and the cheerful atmosphere almost brought the dead castle alive: "What will be on the top, a room full of jewels and dragons, or beautiful as a flower? A princess who died in love?"

Atsushi Nakajima shuddered, Zijin's pupils reflected the shriveled corpse of a bat hanging upside down on a spider web in the corner: "This is more like a vampire's lair in a horror story, Mr. Dazai."

Quan Jinghua nodded in agreement: "My mother told the story of the vampire."

Atsushi Nakajima was curious: "What story?"

Thinking of her mother's gentle voice, Quan Jinghua felt nostalgic: "It's the forbidden love between a vampire prince and a blood servant girl."

Dazai Osamu had a whim: "The love between human beings and golden crispy chicken legs?"

Atsushi Nakajima:?

Quan Jinghua:?

Oda Sakunosuke blinked, wondering, "Why chicken legs?"

He probably understood.

"Because there is a relationship between predators and food." Osamu Dazai said seriously.

Oda Sakunosuke raised an objection: "Why don't you use wolf and sheep to describe it?"

"Because I'm hungry and want to eat tempura." Osamu Dazai replied seriously: "I've decided. When I get back, I'll go to the izakaya near the detective agency and order a big seafood bowl."

"Is it tasty?"

"It's super delicious, the tuna is fresh and soft, there are also crispy and delicious conch and squid, sweet Argentinian red shrimp and cod crab, and a lot of sea urchins, a super luxurious bowl of rice. "

Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "That's going to eat once."

Atsushi Nakajima smiled slightly.

So how did the topic go from vampires to paella......

As expected of Dazai-san and Oda-san.

It's so easy in a place like this.

Quan Jinghua shook her hair: "Soup tofu is better."

"Don't go along with this, little mirror flower!" Atsushi Nakajima complained helplessly.

With Osamu Dazai interrupting him like this, Atsushi Nakajima relaxed more than a little, and the expression of fear from looking at the terrifying castle also calmed down.

A few people walked up for about half a minute, the stairs became narrower and narrower, and finally there was only enough width for one person to pass.

"Atsushi, you and Kyoka stay below, and Odasaku and I go up to have a look."

"Yes, Mr. Dazai." Nakajima Atsushi nodded and stopped.

Osamu Dazai walked in front, and Sakunosuke Oda followed.

In order to prevent the windbreaker from sweeping the floor, young people can only hug the back of the windbreaker like a medieval princess hugging the skirt.

"Why don't you let me go ahead?" Oda Sakunosuke was puzzled: "Atsushi and the others take care of the aftermath, do you still need me?"

Osamu Dazai was serious: "What if a monster appears later and I'm startled and I can't stand still and fall, what should I do? I don't want to be so embarrassed, so I need Oda Saku to catch me behind."

Is that right?

Oda Sakunosuke felt something was wrong.

But Osamu Dazai said so, so he just nodded.

The two reached the top.

Only a closed stone door blocked the way.

Osamu Dazai picked the lock directly.

Oda Sakunosuke noticed that a piece of dust had been wiped off the lock, as if someone had just locked it with a key not long ago.

"Just discovered it, Odasaku." Smiling, Osamu Dazai threw the warped lock on the ground, and patted the rust that had fallen from his hands: "Just now, there were scratches like this at the door, and there were also scratches like this on the steps we came up to. "

So, someone came to this ancient castle not long ago, did you put anything behind this door?

Oda Sakunosuke was thoughtful.

"Look at the footsteps, the person who came here must have carried someone." Osamu Dazai took a breath, and took care of the rust that hadn't been patted off on his hands: "And he's not tall, otherwise there wouldn't be clothes scratching on both sides of such a narrow staircase."

The eyes of the young man with kite eyes were shining brightly: "It must be a beautiful woman who is as beautiful as a flower. She was caught by the evil paradise owner, waiting for the rescue of the brave, and then with her body..."

His words came to an abrupt end as he opened the door.

Osamu Dazai put on a kitten face and put on a disgusted expression.

"Why is it Zhongye?"

Behind the door is indeed the dragon's lair.

All kinds of gold, silver and jewelry covered the ground, luxurious and charming.

But above the mountains of gold and silver is not some dainty princess, but a small, unconscious young man from Zhufa.

Osamu Dazai verbally disliked him a few words, and leaned over to Chuya Nakahara, felt his pulse, and poked him in the face again.

"Live."

I slept soundly.

Oda Sakunosuke also walked into this room, and was dazzled by the wealth in the room: "A lot of money."

The poor bottom-level members of the port mafia are delusional, ah no.

He is now a member of the organization holding an unlimited gold card.

That's fine.

Osamu Dazai conveniently pulled out a small crown from Nakahara Nakaya's waist, which was angular and slightly slouched and disturbed his sleep. At least Nakahara Nakaya's expression was a little more comfortable in his sleep.

He smiled and asked, "Does Oda Saku also want these treasures?"

"Think." Oda Sakunosuke answered truthfully.

"But as long as Odasaku wants to, he can use that card to buy treasures far exceeding this room." Osamu Dazai tilted his head: "Poor people like me need these."

"You're right." Oda Sakunosuke nodded in agreement, "But I still want these things."

It is human nature to be greedy for money.

"Indeed." Osamu Dazai was a little helpless, he waved his hand and pointed at Nakahara Chuya: "Odasaku, come, give me your hand, and take the dwarf princess away."

As for those jewels.

Osamu Dazai smiled and pointed to the window with four iron bars beside the wall: "Throw some down."

He probably figured something out.

Do an experiment.

The cute child sat on the fallen deformed hideous monster, poking its skin curiously.

The blond beauty held a knife in one hand, stood beside the monster, and was about to cut off its arm, while another black-haired Western European boy was helping her.

When the hound and others arrived, they saw such a picture.

three members of the organization.

Fukuji Sakura was startled.

The ability is unknown, but it is said that it is a child that Miko doesn't want to mess with, a puppeteer, and a member who showed up for the first time today.

"Do you also want some research results?" Selina wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand: "I want to study how this thing keeps balance and walks. It's a pity that I killed it too quickly."

let.Attil.Rimbaud smiled helplessly: "Didn't you want its body?"

"Then I didn't let you kill so quickly."

Rimbaud had no choice but to apologize: "I will pay attention next time, Miss Selina."

"Have you researched anything?" Okura Yeko was also very interested in this monster.

"Yes." Selina carefully pulled off the monster's arm, not letting the blood splash on her body: "This is assembled by humans."

"Assembly?"

"It's just that three people were stuffed in one skin bag, and two arms and one leg were broken in total." Selina stepped aside to let the hounds see the face of the monster clearly.

The arm that was pulled out protruded from the skin.

Aluka jumped off the monster's belly, and the skirt of the priestess drew an arc in the air.

"Brother." He tilted his head.

"Huh?" Sarina wondered, "What's wrong, Alluka."

"Brother." The innocent-looking child raised his head and pointed to a certain direction deep in the jungle: "Selina, brother is over there."

Yin Wuxian finally took off those annoying pendants. Fortunately, the jewels were only decorated with vest-like clothing. He still had a piece of clothing that could cover his body, but because he pulled off a lot of jewels, it seemed There are a lot of hairballs, messy and wrinkled.

The game on the big screen has reached its most restless moment, with hideous monsters feasting on flesh and blood.

The soundless strings came to the edge of the throne.

The throne is stacked very high, but it is not a bare wooden pillar, or a rocky peak, but a high platform supported by four pillars carved with many exquisite patterns of the same jade, but there are no stairs.

It is about ten meters above the ground, and there is a soft soil layer and a sea of ​​flowers underneath, and there are probably no decorative stones.

Tone without strings to make a judgment, good next.

Dark room.

The young man with hot red hair like magma knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, muttering words, obviously falling into a breakdown.

Well-maintained white fingertips dig blood on the ground.

His brain was filled with unprecedented despair, unwillingness, and disbelief. He covered his face with one hand, twisted to the extreme.

The youth has maintained this appearance for a while.

"There is no utopia in the world." The man said slowly, as gentle as ever: "I respect your ideals, but, Weiner, I will not support you to use innocent people for experiments."

"Ha..." The young man let out a dry and hoarse raving from the depths of his throat, like a drowning man whose ankles were entangled in algae: "I can't be wrong..."

On the screen, the people who participated in the game were torn apart by monsters, and the gold, silver and jewelry placed in the castle were taken out of the room by people wantonly, arousing their desires, and every time they came out, they slapped him in the face.

Obviously, obviously those gold and silver are everywhere in Paradise, why can it still trigger that ridiculous vulgar desire.

"Yes, yes." Werner suddenly raised his head, and there were a few bloodshot eyes in his gilt eyes: "My lord said that victory and defeat are commonplace, and the most powerful scientists will also have failed experiments... .”

So, so.

He looked at the people on the screen who were addicted to the game, and a chilling madness flashed in his eyes: "Just clean up these failures, and then prove to the master that I am right."

As long as that's the case.

Same as before.

Sooner or later he will be recognized by the master.

He is not wrong.

The sharp Rashomon mixed with the power to tear everything apart, cut the monster into pieces from the center, and then threw the minced meat and blood in the air.

The black beast behind Ryunosuke Akutagawa tirelessly bit the monster.

Kunikida's unique firearm was also continuously producing blood in the air.

Silver Wolf's sword, Alice's needle.

soon.

There was an undeniable strong smell of blood floating in this site, and the ground was so red to black as if it had been soaked in the blood pool of hell for three days and three nights.

The darker the night, the more monsters.

They know no fatigue, no pain, no where to come from, as if they landed out of thin air, frantically killing all the lives around them.

Edogawa Ranpo and Funagawa Asaka sat on the tree, watching the strangulation of the rose under the tree, the graceful and clever attack of the golden Yaksha, and the repulsive force of the tsubaki purple distorting the monster.

"I found it." Funagawa Asaka said so, she let out a relieved smile: "Thank you, Ranpo."

Just now, Edogawa Ranpo told her a very important point, which Funagawa Asaka had been ignoring.

The direction of breaking the game.

The famous detective raised his head proudly: "The famous detective is omnipotent."

The toneless string music went down to the flower field under the throne.

I have to say that every clump of flowers here is brilliant, and the color can't fault it, as perfect as those gems on the throne.

He glanced at his fingers, many of which were worn out and red. He clicked his tongue and lamented the fragility of this body.

Immediately afterwards, the next direction was simply judged.

The exit is straight ahead.

There is a door there.