The salted fish of strength supremacy

Was Fyodor telling a lie?No, what he said is quite right, and it can even be said that there is nothing more correct than this sentence. Only those who are born with freedom will not want to seize freedom, because it is a natural possession for them.

But is what Fyodor said correct?No, what he said was absurd and unreasonable, and no one could confuse the facts more than he did.

Everyone has a different definition of freedom. For Edogawa Ranpo, freedom means being able to choose interesting cases according to one’s own wishes. For Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, freedom means being able to see the sun, being able to Run where you feel the wind.

The past bound him, causing him to have an incomprehensible obsession with freedom, but this is also his freedom.

His free choice achieves freedom, and his free choice is free in the way of becoming an ordinary person.

Therefore, Fyodor's confusion inducement was of no use to him.

Pitiful?No, it's not him who is poor.

"I really admire you. Even in this situation, you don't forget to play word games." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stared at Fyodor below him, "Majin's professionalism is worth learning from many people."

"Professionalism?" Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly.

The knife in Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's hand was very close to him, and it seemed that if he accidentally moved it down, the tip of the knife would pierce his eyes. Because of the close distance, Fyodor could even see the scars on the sharp knife tip. Han Mang, what a mistake, I would have known that I would not have kept such a sharp fruit knife.

"If it's about creating a new world, dedication doesn't matter at all." Fyodor said with a smile.

"And Ayanokōji-kun, I really think so. I have a friend who often talks to me about the definition of freedom." Fyodor stretched out his hand, and there was a faint smile in those deep purple eyes, as if Hug the person in front of you, "That is a person who imprisons himself even if he is free, even if he smiles, he is still in a cage."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka did not move, "It turns out that Mr. Majin also has friends."

"Of course, that's my best friend. He told me a word, he said: the cage is the skull, we can't get out of this warm and humid hell." Fyodor supported the ground with his hands, he slowly Standing up, there was no fear in his eyes, as if the dagger hanging above his eyes did not exist, "Ayanokōji-kun, now I'm asking you, what do you think freedom is?"

"What an interesting friend." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka said, "But, it has nothing to do with me."

"Although I want to make friends, it's better to have less contact with such weird friends."

Fyodor burst out laughing, "You're right, if you see him, remember to run away immediately. Also, Ayanokōji-kun, you haven't answered yet, what do you think freedom is?"

The long silence made Fyodor sigh to himself, "I see, Ayanokouji-kun doesn't know himself, so he asks others, Ayanokouji-kun who is trying to get answers from others, you still think Are you free?"

"Oh."

With a very light and calm answer, Fyodor looked into Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's eyes and suddenly realized something. It's not that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka didn't understand the definition of freedom, nor could he judge the true appearance of freedom. I just don't want to answer him.

He looked like he was watching a play, with extreme indifference and ruthlessness.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka is different from Gogol. He is not confused, and he will not change himself in pursuit of freedom. He is what he should be.

It's amazing...

However, it is not time to give up.

The sharp edges and corners scratched his fingers, and the red gemstone in his hand was as bright as drinking his blood.

"Ayanokōji-kun, do you know about the singularity?"

"Just heard about it."

"It's a very strange, but very free and arbitrary thing. For example, the opposite ability will create a singularity, and the same ability will also create a singularity. In fact, there is another ability that can also be created, that is fusion Ability of other abilities."

With a click, the sound of something breaking rang in his ears, and Ayanokouji Kiyotaka felt a vague aura explode. Before he was blasted out, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka slid down towards Fyodor, but was caught in advance. Fyodor was ready to dodge, but even so, the sharp blade still left a very shallow knife mark on his face.

Blood splattered from the wound in an instant, Fyodor didn't even look back, but turned and ran.

He knew very well that now was his only chance to leave, once Ayanokōji Kiyotaka missed it, he would never let him go.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka wanted to catch up, but was blocked by fragments floating in the air. Those bright red supernatural fragments melted in the air. The next moment, countless supernatural gems floated down from upstairs, and they quickly fused together and turned into A strange vortex.

Staggering the supernatural powers that were still fused, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka chased after them, and these supernatural powers were handed over to Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu should have noticed such a big movement.

Fyodor is a guy in poor health. He is a little out of breath after exercising for a long time, and the wounds on his body are in piercing pain. He will probably have a fever after returning this time. He walked forward while leaning on the wall. For the first time he began to wonder if his plan was flawed.

The plan to eliminate all the supernatural beings in Yokohama failed, and even the dragon was not released, and ordinary people unexpectedly broke the supernatural powers and appeared on the battlefield of supernatural beings.

No, you shouldn't think this way, it should be that Ayanokōji Kiyotaka is too special.

And that guy from the detective agency named Edogawa Ranpo...

"Got you."

Opening his eyes slightly, Fyodor turned his head, and Kiyotaka Ayanokouji was standing not far behind him. He was still as calm as before, as if he had no complaints about what happened just now.

"Ha, hahaha, you're catching up, Ayanokōji-kun, let's discuss it, how about letting me go?"

Fyodor took two steps back, "I know, Ayanokouji-kun wants to make friends, I can introduce my free friend to you."

"Sorry, I don't want to accept such a friend."

Seeing Kiyotaka Ayanokōji getting closer, Fyodor raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Goodbye."

As soon as the words fell, Qingtaka Ayanokōji felt his body weight up. He raised his head slightly, countless tentacles pulled out from the distorted space to bind him tightly, behind him was a chaotic black hole, these things wanted to pull him into the black hole .

The singularity point just now was just a bait, a bait to lure Osamu Dazai not to come over immediately.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stood quietly on the spot, he didn't speak, he didn't even struggle, his golden eyes were as calm as ever, at this moment, there seemed to be an indescribable irony, as if it was carefully planned Surprises are not accepted.

The person who received the gift said: I am very disappointed.

It was a failed surprise as the owner was disappointed...

Fyodor took a step forward, "It's strange, you are neither surprised nor angry, Ayanokōji-kun, are you still a human?"

He knew that Ayanokōji Kiyotaka came from an orphanage, from the same place as Baihu, but how could such a child be born in such a simple orphanage? The dean is just a retired killer.

Mysterious Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who desperately yearns for freedom, where are you from?

"From the very beginning, I never thought of giving the chance of victory to violence." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka said suddenly, "Single-person violence is meaningless, and no one can defeat a hundred with one person, even if it is a supernatural power. So are those."

"If you think I need violence to win you, that really doesn't interest me at all."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka opened his hand, and at that moment, something fell from his palm.

"Using different abilities to target different abilities, isn't this the rule you made?"

Fyodor's eyes widened suddenly, but it was too late. The impact of the explosion of the supernatural gem directly threw him out. At that moment in the air, Fyodor only heard Kiyotaka Ayanokōji almost With a plain tone of exclamation.

"...Sorry, from the very beginning, I never thought that I would lose."

Hitting the wall fiercely, Fyodor coughed out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out directly in the ruins. At the last moment of losing consciousness, he thought:

Sure enough, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was different.

……

The rising sun slowly illuminated the whole world, with a light that was not considered warm. In an unobtrusive ruin, a hand stretched out from inside, followed by a young man in a coat.

The white coat on his body was covered with mud, dust, and even blood. Fyodor stood a little unsteadily, and finally sat directly on the ground.

He managed to open his eyes and looked around, and all he saw was ruins. The pain in his forehead was greater than the discomfort in his body. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingers were wet with blood. Looking at the blood, Fyodor Er was stunned for a few seconds, and then he stood up while leaning on the broken wall as if he had come to his senses.

He seems to have forgotten something...

Fyodor stood in the midst of the ruins, facing an empty air, on the opposite side there was nothing but dust and the smell of sunlight.

He seems to have forgotten something...

Why did he come here?What are you doing?Shibusawa Tatsuhiko...?The fog disappeared, and he disappeared too, it was so amazing, his dear friend finally understood the truth, and finally turned into a gust of wind, fleeting.

As a friend, he would feel bad about it.

By the way, he seems to have forgotten someone...

Fyodor walked out of the ruins with some doubts. The sharp pain seemed to have pierced a needle into his brain. Fyodor couldn't help moaning in pain. The moment he raised his head, a picture flashed However, because it was too fast, Fyodor didn't have time to catch it at all, only those golden eyes that seemed to be full of sarcasm seemed to be engraved into his mind.

Who is that?Who is that? !

Why can't I remember?That should be a very special and important person.

but……

Blood trickled down his forehead, dripping from his chin to the ground, staining the dust on the ground red.

Fyodor has no time to take care of it, he is full of a problem now.

Who is that person?