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

Suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside, and a man in a black suit whose face could not be seen clearly entered the door, and after a few shots, several blood flowers bloomed on the chest of the woman in the white coat. The woman opened her mouth and said a silent sentence , and then died.

The moment the door opened, the boy was pushed aside by the woman, and he happened to be sitting under the blood-stained cooking table, watching all this in a daze.

A bulky middle-aged man came in from the door, said something, and then played a piercing music on his mobile phone, a mixture of electronic and water piano music, which was unpleasant to listen to.

The black suit stuffed the gun into the boy's hand and said something.

The boy took the gun and pointed it at the dead woman.

His immature wrists and blood-soaked cuffs had new blood dripping down.

The illusion was over, and the kitchen was back to the way everyone had just come in. Harada just came up from the first floor, and was startled by the scene change, the old and dirty kitchen.

In the void, a dialog box suddenly appeared, with only two words written.

【the truth】

"You have to deduce a complete story before you can leave here." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand with great interest, and then through the dialog box: "Tch, I can't touch it."

Harada tried it, and she could feel it. The dialog box was like a blackboard, and she could write with her fingers, but the space was small, and what was written on it could not be erased.

"Is there only one chance to write?" Osamu Dazai, who was treated differently, poked the dialog several times, but still couldn't touch it. He complained, "Do you still have to distinguish me at this time?"

"That woman..." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses: "Miss Funagawa said that the mother who works in other places all the year round is probably a scientist controlled by evil forces. The nanny is a guard who can threaten her. The guard of your child? After finally getting rid of the control, before dying, do you want to teach your child how to live?"

If the professor's method is a bit cruel, he did not consider the child's possible psychological shadow.

Such an explanation may be far-fetched, but for a woman persecuted by evil forces...

Asaka Funagawa listened to Ango Sakaguchi's guess, and clenched her fist weakly, hidden under her sleeve.

"Are you an idiot, Professor Glasses." Edogawa Ranpo commented unceremoniously: "It's rude to use interrogative sentences."

He pointed at Ango Sakaguchi firmly: "You are an idiot."

Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback: "Did I guess wrong?"

"It's not just a wrong guess, it's outrageous!" Edogawa said angrily, "The first two sentences make sense, but the latter is just nonsense. Even the last words to his son before he died were 'Why didn't I kill you? How could the person who dropped you be the great mother that Professor Glasses said."

Edogawa Luanbu looked at the place where he had just cooked with disdain: "Teaching my son to cook is not love, but revenge, to satisfy the distortion and hatred in my heart. I didn't see the boy being stabbed several times. Cut to the skin, scalded by boiling water, she hates that child, very much, her eyes are full of distorted murderous intent."

Come on childish, the famous detective whose motto is 'if it suits me, everything will be fine', complained with righteous indignation, defending the strange boy: "You are a hypocritical and disgusting adult."

【Speaking of which, if that woman killed you directly back then, would you not have to endure those sufferings】

Yinwu Xianle said: "What kind of suffering, I have lived well up to now, there is no if in the world, after all... delete any moment of a person's life, standing here, it will not be him .” ①

Whether it is suffering or joy, it is the memories formed by experiencing the past that make up human beings.

The system didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Besides, if I died at that time, I wouldn't be able to meet Scotland...Scotland may die on that rooftop, and the organization doesn't know when it will be destroyed."

[Does Scotland have the same meaning as life in your heart]

Yin Wuxian was stunned, then lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Before meeting Scotland, Yinwu Xianle had nothing and no meaning. He was Red Fang Whiskey, a tool of the organization, except himself.

until.

"For a child your age, it's not good for your health to always eat in convenience stores."

The incandescent lamp in the convenience store shone on the blue-eyed young man with the purity of the sea tide, Yin Wuxian felt in a trance, as if seeing something he couldn't understand, yearning and fearing.

That is the stalwart exuded by the unique paranoid beliefs of those who stand in the dark for the light.

"I know some cooking, do you want to try it?"

"Go to my safe house."

"Hey, can I?"

After getting along with each other, I gradually became familiar with Scotland.

His faith, his nobility, his gentleness.

It's all suffocating.

How is he so good.

Just like an ice cube makes friends with the sun, the ice cube will melt, disappear, and suffer, but the sun is still dazzling, providing warmth for those outside the ice cube.

【I don't know you still have this kind of mentality...how can your life be meaningless】

[No one is meaningless, life itself is a meaning]

Yin Wuxian was silent for a few seconds, then changed the subject: "When did you say that the brainwashing against me started?"

He asked himself and answered: "Rum told me that he was 13 years old."

But just now, the hunched middle-aged man was obviously Rum, he gave the order in Yin Wuxian's familiar tone, and the boy fired with Yin Wu's familiar gesture.

Even if the wrist is shattered by the recoil, even if the person who shoots is the mother.

"He told me that I was sold to the organization by my bankrupt father, and it was the organization that took me in, because there was indeed a nanny and a villa in my memory, so I believed it for ten years."

"Actually, I don't really care about my parents who don't remember at all. It's just that I feel very uncomfortable being cheated... because it is said that memory is an important part of a person."

The system didn't know what to answer, so it could only repeat: 【You have been reborn】

"you're right."

"I'm just venting, maybe talking a little too much."

Besides, it was the system that mentioned Scotland that made him feel emotional.

Not an organization.

"Asaka sauce." Edogawa poked at Funagawa Asaka who was in a daze angrily, "Hurry up and explain to the glasses professor, the famous detective is so mad, he said that he has no love, can ignore his son's mood, and use human flesh How much can a woman who cooks for him love children."

Ango Sakaguchi insisted on his own thoughts: "Although the last words are like that, she must love her child, otherwise there is no need to cry at all. When the man in black came in, he subconsciously pushed the child away, which can prove it."

"What's Qianxiangjiang thinking?" Osamu Dazai moved over with a smile in his eyes: "After all, Qianxiangjiang has been very sad since the beginning."

Funagawa Asaka tilted her head in doubt: "Sad? Why should I be sad?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Maybe I misread it, but, Qian Xiangjiang, as the only person among us who is related to this story, what do you think?"

"Look? Are you asking if the hostess loves children?" Funagawa Asaka put her fingertips on her lips, thinking, "It should be love."

Edogawa Ranpo, who was stabbed in the back, turned his head: "Asaka sauce?"

A famous detective gave an angry example: "If you love, it is impossible to do those things to your own children. After all, adults want to protect children. How could it be..."

How could it be possible for the boy to see those things and hurt him mercilessly.

"Assuming that the mother's identity is a scientist controlled by evil forces, the child may have been born without her knowledge, in order to preserve the high IQ gene." Funagawa Asaka walked to the dialog box: "For a She has never met a child who is still on her own path of being oppressed, and it makes perfect sense that she wants to kill him and prevent him from suffering the pain of being alive."

If she didn't have that maternal love and killed him early, the organization wouldn't have Red Fang Whiskey.

It wouldn't be so painful without the strings.

"It makes sense." Dazai Osamu nodded thoughtfully: "After all, the boy's condition is not right. He is obviously not familiar with shooting at his mother's corpse."

In the end, the five people integrated it and wrote it on the dialog box using the template of Asaka Funagawa's question.

The samurai sister Harada who wrote the calligraphy is worthy of being a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and the handwriting is beautiful.

At the moment when the illusion was shattered, a net-shaped ornament suspended in the center of the empty sea came into view.

[The abnormal item 'Inception' was recovered successfully, task reward: number of lottery draws +1]

【Congratulations on getting the vest 'Puppet Master' 'Selina'】

【Location: Yokohama Municipal Hospital】

Isn't that where they are?

【Don't forget the prestige mission】

"How could I forget it? Anyway, it's the main task." Otonashi Xianle thought about Sarina's memory: "Sarina and Funagawa Asaka... that's it."

The illusion was completely shattered.

"Is that 'Inception'?" Out of the illusion, Osamu Dazai took off the red rope on his wrist, and looked at Asaka Funagawa: "It disappeared, was it recycled? Could it be that the way to retrieve it was to see it, no, last time Qianxiangjiang didn't see the 'Shenyin' object, so it's within a certain range?"

"I said brother, what are you doing asking about this?"

"Of course it's out of curiosity." Osamu Dazai replied, and then looked towards the direction where the voice came from as if he had seen a ghost.

Beside the hospital's safe passage door, there was a woman in a red dress with a low-cut skirt, leaning against the wall like a boneless one, revealing a round career line, cascading blond hair, and a pair of fair legs crossed together.

She held an unlit cigarette in her hand, and between her white knuckles, there was a faint chain of jewelry hanging down. She was naturally charming, with a passionate and hot look, but not gaudy.

"Who are you?" Ango Sakaguchi raised his gun and aimed at the strange woman: "There are no patients or doctors in the hospital like you."

"Who am I?" The woman broke the cigarette in half with her knuckles and threw it on the ground. She looked at Funagawa Asaka: "Little Canary, tell them who I am."

Someone from that organization?

All eyes turned to Funagawa Asaka.

Ango Sakaguchi was even faintly agitated.

Funagawa Asaka was protected by the armed detective agency and couldn't move. Even the murderer hounds couldn't catch her. Even the god child, there was only information about witnessing him masturbating a cat somewhere. When their people arrived, they disappeared completely. , not to mention the foothold, there is no trace of leaving.

The woman in front of them might be a new channel for them to learn about the mysterious organization.

The girl grabbed the temples of the old black-rimmed glasses that were pressing on the bridge of her nose, her knuckles turned white, she hesitated for a moment, and took off the glasses: "Sarina, long time no see."

Seeing Funagawa Asaka taking off the glasses that blocked most of her face, Selina looked a little better, and she curled her lips: "You look better like this, my little girl."

"Are you also here to reclaim 'Inception'?" Funagawa Asaka's expression was blurred.

"Hmm." Selina smiled: "Unfortunately, I saw something unpleasant. If you weren't there, little girl, I might be here today."

[Black Organization Reputation: 35]

"This beautiful lady." Osamu Dazai came up to her at some point, holding her hand: "I finally discovered the meaning of my life, and that is to meet you, what a beautiful woman like a flower, Will you die in love with me?"

There are many calluses on the hands, heavier on the tiger's mouth, and thin calluses on the fingertips, not gun calluses, but something like holding a pen all year round, writer?