Incorrect usage guidelines for the magic perimeter

Just as the two people in the secret room were confronting each other delicately, there was suddenly the sound of undisguised sprinting footsteps at the end of the passage in the darkness.

The man passed by the small compartment outside the secret room without noticing the strangeness inside, and rushed into the secret room with the door open all the way.

It wasn't over yet, two panting voices came from the same direction, sounding extremely tired.

"Don't run! Bastard, stop!"

"Try running again! I'm going to chop you up!"

They blew through the corridor like the wind, and rushed into the secret room one after the other.

Shibukawa Yo and California Kiyomitsu who were resting in the cubicle:? ? ?

Here I want to talk about this security compartment. Since both Shibukawa Yao and Touken Fusangshin have night vision capabilities, the two did not use any lighting methods.In addition, security and privacy were taken into consideration during the renovation, outsiders would not have noticed this compartment that was almost mounted on the wall if they did not look carefully, and even the glass used to observe the situation in the corridor was single-sided glass.

So the three marathon runners running past outside didn't even notice that there were two people sitting behind a dark window.

"What are they doing?" California Qingguang asked his master in confusion.

Shibukawa Yoshi said slowly: "Go and see...you will know."

"What? No! I promised Mr. Dazai to let you stay here until it's safe inside..."

Token Fusangshen's voice became smaller and smaller, because Shibukawa Yoshisa looked at him with a particularly serious face, even in the dark, her face exuded an unquestionable majesty.

"Inside...just...he..." She raised her hand tremblingly, even though her physical strength had never been so weak, her determination remained unchanged, "Give me..."

Qingguang understood what she meant.

Only Mr. Dazai was around inside, and the three people who broke in rashly did not know what changes would be brought about.

She has to help.

"Master..." California Qingguang sighed heavily, "If there is danger, I can only protect you and escape alone."

Shibukawa Yao's expression remained unchanged, "Okay."

So she had an extra black-red scabbard knife in her hand, Shibukawa Yao tried the angle, leaned it on the ground as a crutch, and immediately felt an inexplicable soft power coming from the blade when she slowly stood up Lift her up.

She first pinched her index finger to summon the [Master Assassin Suit], and then tapped the end of the handle of the knife with her fingers, thanking the little follower for his kindness.

When the girl started to walk forward, it was as silent as a cat walking.

In the secret room at this time, Kaitou Kidd is in distress.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to steal Menes' golden scepter from the auction, and then use it to fish out the guy who pretended to be himself and went to war indiscriminately. Unexpectedly, he was so unlucky that he directly bumped into the most wanted scepter on the whole ship. In the hands of the two groups of people.

The next step is to escape all the way.

Neither the American secret organization nor the Egyptian extremist terrorist forces are easy to deal with. If you give the scepter to one of them, you will definitely offend the other.Coupled with the chaos on the boat, how dare Kidd throw away his life-saving items?

If the other passengers on the Sventovit tonight were playing horror games such as battle royale, he was playing the parkour game of Temple Escape—but Kaito Kidd is a master of escape. Many of the other party's subordinates on the road were thrown away by him, only Fitzgerald and that jackal-headed lunatic pretending to be the Prince of Saudi Arabia were still biting him.

As a result, when he accidentally escaped to the bottom floor of the cruise ship, he escaped all the way along the corridor and crashed into the secret room. He saw two men standing in a pile of corpses and confronted each other in a strange atmosphere, and immediately realized that he seemed to see something wrong again. look at things.

My life is so miserable!Kaito Kidd thought in his heart.

Since this is a dead end, he smiled apologetically at the two of them: "I'm passing by, you continue."

When he saw the pure white magician for the first time, Dostoevsky's expression was a little strange: "Kidd the Phantom Thief, stop for me."

Osamu Dazai also yelled in cooperation: "Don't leave!"

Fortunately, the two pursuers also rushed into the secret room. Fitzgerald's blond hair was disheveled, his suit jacket and tie didn't know where he was flying, and the fake man next to him was holding a machete and was bare-chested. The prince was panting with his jackal's tongue out.

Front and rear pinch.

Kidd: I'm having a hard time.

However, Kaitou Kidd, being a clever little ghost, suddenly thought of the Russian in the secret room who seemed to have a different expression when he saw him, and immediately turned around and shouted at Dostoevsky: "Boss, something!" I brought it here for you! Go on!"

——Planting and framing, let me go!

Before he finished speaking, he threw the box in his hand over.Osamu Dazai, who was standing between the two, immediately bent down when he saw this, and the box flew over his head.

Fitzgerald and the jackal glared at Dostoevsky immediately, it turned out that you kid is playing tricks!

It's just that the Russian suddenly widened his eyes: "Wait... ah!"

boom!

The box slammed into the Russian's face.

He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Others present: ...?

Is it that weak?

This scene even shocked Kaitou Kidd himself, he thought that a person who could stand in a pile of corpses without changing his face would be very strong!Why can't you even hide in time?Are you going to learn from that buddy in the sand-colored windbreaker?

If Dazai knew what Kidd was thinking, he would probably pretend to be modest and brazenly boast.

It's a pity that his attention has been completely diverted at this moment - the button of the box was knocked open, and a luxurious and ancient golden scepter with a very ancient Egyptian style rolled to his feet.

On the top of the scepter is the image of a cobra made of pure gold, and it is decorated with various gemstones, which seems to be soaked in the vicissitudes of time.

Ignoring the roar of the two dead wives at the door, Dazai frivolously hooked the toe of his shoe (the leader of the Jackal Guard gasped when he saw this scene), and the golden scepter rolled and flew to the ground like a football. in his hand.

Dostoevsky finally regained consciousness after a short period of fainting. He pushed the box on his face with great effort and then sat up slowly: "Kid the Kaiju...hehe, it's so courageous, it's not in vain for me to impersonate you." The name of the afternoon..."

Kidd, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked at the time: Bastard, that person is really you? !No wonder you don't look right at me!

"Oh? That's it, I understand." Dazai Osamu played with the things in his hand, with a half-smile on his face, "You just want to use Kaitou Kidd's reputation to divert the attention of the organizer's security forces, making them mistakenly think that you want to What I want is the golden scepter... It’s good to hit the east and the west.”

"Hey..." Dostoevsky didn't affirm or deny it, but the answers were all in front of everyone.

But the more Dazai talked, the happier he was. In other words, he purposely explained the Russian conspiracy in front of the two newcomers: "That is to say, the original intention of the three murder and wounding cases last night was actually the same. It’s consistent — you’re interfering with the odds of those competitors succeeding in getting certain lots.”

"The reason why the Spanish rich man Alfonso was attacked was because Fyodor, you saw that Nicholas had the intention to sell him some kind of treasure, so you let the people of the Psychological Freedom Association do it, but you didn't actually kill him. Kill him. As for his death, it is also due to improper follow-up treatment, which has little to do with you."

"Mr. Fitzgerald from the United States was also attacked in the dark. Now it seems that you [Jackal Guard] played a good trick. The reason is very simple, forcing him to withdraw from the auction of the golden scepter. If the competitor because Seriously injured and comatose, naturally no one will care about the lot that person originally wanted to get."

"As for the stabbing incident of Prince Saif in the casino, it was also self-directed and self-acted. How could the leader of an organization be stabbed casually by his own subordinates? The only explanation is that you are acting to remove suspicion in front of the public. Everyone...you are very innocent, your leaders are all injured, how can you have the heart to bid for a golden scepter? The so-called falsehood is to use a small chaos to cover up your own big intentions, so that people can't really fight against you Find out what's going on before you snatch something."

After finishing the above analysis, Osamu Dazai looked at the Russian with a smile: "Am I right?"

"Yes." Dostoevsky nodded happily, "I have only made a small contribution to these matters."

"..."

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of Kaitou Kidd, but Kidd disappeared without a trace in the short time when everyone was distracted.

So both Fitzgerald and the jackal looked at the Russian with strange eyes—the former was full of anger, and the latter was helpless because his plan was discovered by others.

Dostoevsky smiled rather weakly.When he was about to speak, he felt a surge of heat in his nasal cavity, and blood flowed straight down.

He wiped the nosebleed and found that he couldn't stop it, so he froze on the spot.

You must know that Dostoevsky has had some colds for the past two days (caused by falling into the water before), and has been sneezing, which caused the nasal mucosa itself to be fragile.

Dazai almost died laughing at his ignorance, he sneered unabashedly: "Hahaha, Fyodor, you have a day too!"

"Hmph, even if I have a nosebleed, I can take care of you guys who are in the way." The Russian said gloomily while blocking his wet nostrils with one hand.

It's a pity...the other three people present didn't feel any sense of fear of being threatened, only a faint sense of melancholy comedy permeated the air.

The jackal, who couldn't stand it anymore, took out a khaki handkerchief of suspicious color from his pocket, and asked out of concern for his companion, "Do you want to stop the bleeding?"

Dostoyevsky gave him a deep look. "Thanks, but there is no need."

However, more and more nosebleeds oozed from his fingers, until his face became paler and paler.

But the Russian smiled: "You want that scepter, right? It's in the hands of this man now. Also, don't believe what Kaitou Kidd said, I didn't instruct him to steal the scepter for me."

The President of the United States did not make a sound. Of course, it is impossible for him to believe the idea of ​​a person who plans to attack him.But the jackal with the scimitar said loudly, "Dostoevsky, you promised to get me the scepter if I would help you! What happened now? In the end I Is there one more competitor?"

The Russian sneered, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

But Dazai hurriedly "pacified" the other party: "I'm not your competitor, I'm just the holder of things—Mr. Dog, you are not worthy to be my competitor."

"What! Bastard! How dare you insult me...the noble descendant of God?" The jackal's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed forward with big strides, and the scimitar in his hand condensed a new light.

Fitzgerald's face darkened, and the green lines strengthened by krypton gold once again covered his face, "Don't think about it!"

Because although the president was arrogant by nature, he could see right away that the jackal wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack Osamu Dazai, but in fact it was his true intention to snatch the golden scepter in his hand.

Coincidentally, Osamu Dazai also saw the true thoughts of these two people rushing and resisting.Immediately, he laughed uncomfortably, and pointed the scepter at the two of them from a distance, "Hey, don't fight. Do you want this? Yes, I can give it to you-but I have to deal with that Russian for me!" "

The jackal's eyes were bloody with murderous intent, he paused, and looked at Dazai: "How do I know if what you said is true?"

Dazai Osamu showed a particularly playful and rascal look: "You can only trust me, because this thing is in my hands."

"You..." The jackal seemed to want to bargain, but Fitzgerald's reaction was even quicker, because there was only one target, and whoever grabbed it first would get it!

So he pinched a knife in his right hand, with green lines almost covering his palm and fingertips, and swung the knife in the direction of Dostoyevsky - the latter rolled away without grace This shock wave is like a hand-knife air wave!

"Ah, I missed..." Dazai said regretfully, and suddenly his voice stopped, because Fitzgerald's knife had already destroyed the original container switch verification system behind the Russian, the red iron gate lost its lock.

"—You are the ones who are stupid!"

Dostoevsky got up with a sneer, regardless of Dazai Osamu who threw away the scepter and rushed to stop him, and the other two who also rushed to snatch the scepter, he grabbed the door of the container and went out with all his strength. pull!

clack clack...

The door of the container opened slowly, and the icy cold air rushed out, almost instantly freezing half of the secret room into a world of ice and snow.

But the jackal didn't see any bullshit containers in his eyes, all he saw was the golden scepter thrown on the ground!

However, just before his hand was about to touch the scepter, the scepter suddenly rolled over by itself and flew towards Osamu Dazai—only at this moment did everyone see a thin transparent thread connected to the black-haired young man. between the finger and the scepter.

"Like a dog." Dazai, who caught the golden scepter, did not miss any chance to laugh at the enemy. After all, the jackal was lying on the ground fighting for the scepter at this time, he really looked like a dog.

"You despicable!" The jackal's roar shook the ceiling.

"Shut up, idiot!" Dostoevsky reprimanded regardless of his nosebleeds, "How can I have such a stupid collaborator like you!"

"???" Fitzgerald stopped, looked in shock at Osamu Dazai who had regained the golden scepter, and the jackal opponent lying on the ground, and at the Russian who was pretending to be standing in front of the cold container , I don't know whether to advance or retreat.

These people are all sick.For the first time, the President of the United States had such a strange thought in his mind.

The jackal was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he immediately yelled: "Russian, fuck you! Frighten me? You bastard, your brains have been eaten by scarabs!"

The corners of Dostoevsky's mouth were pulled back a little bit, pulling out a strange smile.

"Then use your dog's eyes before you die, and have a good look at this world that you can't imagine!"

He slammed open the remaining half of the door, exposing the contents of the container to the air!

In the container, huge ice cubes are melting rapidly.

Countless hoarfrost and water mist poured out of the container door frantically.

The fabled Chernobog has revealed its true face.

——It was a charred black skeleton.

I don't know how many years he died, but he still exudes such a violent aura that everyone present couldn't help but bow their heads in respect.

"Did you see you?" Dostoevsky said softly, "Such mighty power, such momentum, even after death, he still looks down on the whole world."

"—It's a dragon!"

As his words fell, two clusters of icy blue ghostly flames jumped out of the black skeleton's eye sockets!