Stable Polarized Practice

Very strange.

Atsushi Nakajima carefully glanced at the blue-haired boy walking beside him. At this time, the blue-haired boy had put on the blue mountain-patterned feathers again, and his overall dressing style was more like the president's—but But he was still nervously pressing the knife on his waist.

Is he nervous?When he was surrounded by Ms. Haruno and the others just now, his hand was pressed on the knife, but his expression had nothing to do with anxiety. The young man who called himself "Yamato Shou'an" and recognized the title "a knife" was blinking. With round blue eyes, looking around curiously, there is no sign of nervousness at all, it is better to say whether the gaze looking at him is more meaningful.

It's normal to be anxious and curious about each other when working with strangers, but Yamato Shoujun's breath makes him a little creepy... I don't know if it's an illusion, but he can always feel the chilly wind on his neck I passed by, but when I followed Tiger's intuition, I could only see the blue-haired boy blinking at him curiously and innocently.

It's so strange, why did he notice the creepiness in such a gentle and quiet boy, and it's not the kind of hair standing on end against danger, a bit like the vigilance of emergency response trained by Mr. Dazai... Who cheated himself ?

Just as he was rubbing his arms and thinking, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly heard a youthful voice, and the guy who was walking beside him in clogs and feathers asked:

"Can Nakajima-kun use a knife?"

The boy with blue hair turned his head to look at him, and asked in a gentle and curious voice, "Like a short knife?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "No, it won't."

"Is that so..." The blue-haired boy seemed a little disappointed, he nodded, and moved his interested eyes to the street next to him, Atsushi Nakajima could hear him mutter a few words: "I don't know why , it's a bit similar to the feeling of the five tigers retreating..."

So do you think that you have similarities with your acquaintances? Atsushi Nakajima quickly relaxed, and his tense shoulder muscles also relaxed—bad, I thought this guy’s eager eyes were trying to fight with himself , which made him nervous for a long time.

However, Atsushi Nakajima, who had just relaxed, heard it right away. The tone was so natural that the blue-haired boy whispered to himself: "It's like crying and apologizing, but still firmly holding the short like a knife piercing the enemy's heart."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

He is not!He didn't!He won't do that!It's too scary!

The human tiger boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and couldn't help but began to wonder if the guy walking next to him was from Hong Kong gangsters, and what the purpose of Mr. Ranpo throwing him to him was, could it be similar to Jinghua's experience, just now Someone who broke away from the Mafia?

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"The intention is probably that 'that knife' will quickly resolve the commission that Dun-kun is confused about...Is that so?"

The man in the sand-colored windbreaker propped his chin with one hand, his iris-colored eyes seemed to be rippling, and the sapphire bow tie on his chest reflected a beautiful blue light under the mild light. How did you keep the sword you used? Is the president teaching 'that sword' swordsmanship?"

Edogawa Ranpo nodded noncommittally.

"This makes me more and more curious." Dazai Osamu said, dragging an ending tone that would be considered frivolous by serious women: "If the sword, which is itself a sharp weapon, is used by Fusangshen, then even if the person who cut off my head That moment will be so fast that I won't feel any pain, right?"

"I'm really looking forward to it, to meet death without pain." He sighed: "Unfortunately, Mr. Ranpo said that my touch will make 'that knife' lose the ability to have a human form. Slacken your strength, but you can't do it to grant me eternal sleep without my realizing it-that's not the death I expected."

"—not at all."

The black-haired young man in a British-style detective outfit is already familiar with his companion's daily suicide, just like hearing "I had a beef bowl for lunch", Edogawa Ranpo continued to leisurely eat the plate dotted with cream After filtering out the last sentence smoothly, he said in a natural tone:

"The ability to make the sword 'take human form' does not belong to him."

……

"I can feel the connection between them and me. The spiritual bond between California and me is stable and strong. At least he is safe now, and Yamato is in a place that even the government of time cannot reach, let alone the time-retrospective army. Already." The judge quickly calmed down, his back straightened, and it was a rare time when he didn't need to maintain Alu's majesty. s position.

"Sword Fusangshen needs to obtain a human body by relying on the spiritual power of the God-inspector, and the sword of practice requires an extremely large amount of spiritual power, which is used to maintain the predicament that the God-inspector cannot provide spiritual power in the process of practice."

The god-inspector with a protective paper on his face tapped his palm with a closed fan: "A large part of California's goal is to find his colleagues, no matter whether he succeeds or not, he should send it back. The letter explained the situation, and the first letter from California has not yet arrived, indicating that he is in the 'search' stage, his whereabouts are erratic, and his exact coordinates cannot be confirmed."

Foxnosuke squatted on the table and tilted his head: "What does the judge mean?"

"The fusangshen whose whereabouts are erratic is difficult to find even by retrograde troops. The possibility of California being attacked is still very small, so—"

The judge said without hesitation: "Let the practice recall the pigeons stand by, locate the coordinates as soon as the letter is sent back in California, and call back the 85th fan Dao California Qingguang urgently!"

Fox's help: "..."

Sir, why is your attitude different from what you said?Doesn't it mean that the possibility is very small?

"No matter how small the possibility is, it's not impossible." The judge said confidently.

"I didn't expect that the safest thing now is Yamato who can't detect the situation." The judge sighed: "Although I don't want California to follow suit, but in this case, if he can really find Yamato The place of practice is the best choice instead."

Although he said "my knife is fine", he still decisively issued the order of "emergency recall". The judge tapped the palm of his hand again, and couldn't help sighing: "The connection between Yamato and me is like a mask. With a layer of cloth, I can't confirm his state, I can only judge by a weak bond that he doesn't have a broken knife, so-wait?!"

The movement of the bat fan knocking on the palm of the hand came to an abrupt end, and the judge suddenly stood up in an unbelievable "teng", not even caring that the table was overturned by the too fast movement, and the aunt threw away the bat in her hand with a "snap" Fan, who didn't care about Honosuke who was overturned and called "Aiya" at all, a warm fluorescent light appeared on his right hand, and he said with strong shock:

"The connection between Yamato Morita and me...suddenly strengthened."

Has he returned to the normal timeline that the government of time can achieve?

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"Because it was a murder case by a supernatural person, it was entrusted to the Armed Detective Agency."

Atsushi Nakajima scratched the back of his head and pointed to the place where the yellow cordon was drawn: "The police treated it as an ordinary homicide before, but they found the surveillance video of the supernatural being doing it, so we entrusted us to arrest the 'person who has melted his body into it. A person with supernatural powers in the air."

An Ding blinked his blue eyes obediently and listened, nodding earnestly from time to time, and he couldn’t tell whether he understood or not. Anyway, it’s right to be obedient and obedient, which makes Atsushi Nakajima, who is often attacked by various There was an illusion of "bringing newcomers", and an uncontrollable sense of accomplishment emerged from my heart.

Sure enough, like Kyoka, a newcomer to the detective agency who broke away from the mafia?I didn't expect him to become a senior... I will definitely take good care of the newcomer!Atsushi Nakajima made up his mind, he must lead the new recruits to quickly catch the prisoner!

Speaking of which, the detective agency still has an entrance test, has Yamato Shoukun experienced it?

Atsushi Nakajima thought so in his heart, and continued to introduce the details of this commission dutifully: "The prisoner has been determined, and the embarrassment is only that the supernatural being is too good at hiding supernatural powers, and he wants to escape from the air. It is very difficult to find the culprit, so—"

"—So just catch the guy hiding in the air?" An Ding blinked, nodded on one side of his cheek and tilted his head and said, "Is that so?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "...Huh? Yes, that's right, but we still don't know where the supernatural beings will appear—"

"It's right here." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen tilted his head, and pointed to the roofs of the low-rise buildings next to the yellow warning line. His blue hair was curled up uncomfortably, and An Ding had a gentle smile on his face. , said in a steady tone: "There are invisible people up there."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima was dumbfounded.

...how did you find out? ! !

...

The entrusted solution was extremely fast. Before Atsushi Nakajima could react, a blue lightning shot out in front of him. The next second, the boy in the blue and white mountain pattern was carrying an invisible figure. Appeared, and asked him hesitantly, "This can't be killed, right, so I only used the scabbard", and Atsushi Nakajima's cold sweat came down at that time.

"Because the scouting value of Da Dao has always been high, and I worked hard to train my hearing in order to catch up with my brother's scouting..." An An pulled the scarf upwards, retracting the lower half of his face into the white scarf, his voice He became a little dull and said: "Although the range of hearing has not increased, but it has become more sensitive to the sounds that were ignored and ignored, and strange fluctuations can still be detected on it..."

"Strange fluctuations?" Nakajima Atsushi looked confused.

"It's a bit like yours, and it's also a bit like Mr. Fukuzawa's." An Ding nodded his cheeks in confusion: "It's also a bit like the master's spiritual power..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Master? Spiritual power?"

"It's the feeling of looking at the past subconsciously, and I can't tell why."

This is a very mysterious feeling. If you have to explain it, it can only be called the "sixth sense"?Because all swords have this feeling (excluding the Taidao and Odachi of Night Fighting), he never paid attention to the reason for this situation.

An Ding resolutely gave up thinking about what was going on: "Swords and swords all have this feeling. When the enemy is approaching, they will be keenly aware of the direction the attack is coming from."

"—I know, oh, this is very similar to Alice."

A frivolous male voice suddenly came in, a man in a sand-colored windbreaker was leaning back on his seat and beckoning to them with a smile, and Atsushi Nakajima, who led the "newcomer" into the coffee shop on the first floor, immediately introduced dutifully: " This is Mr. Dazai, it's—"

"—a person who pursues a quiet death."

The man called "Mr. Dazai" took it without hesitation, and then walked over with light steps that were almost tiptoe-like. There was a smile in his kite-colored eyes. The voice said: "While Luanbu is not here, can I touch you?"

An Ding: "Huh?"

Not prepared for a response at all, Osamu Dazai stretched out his finger with a smile, and tapped the blue-haired Fusangshen's nose with lightning speed.