Stable Polarized Practice

Along with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's half-skull falling into the dust of the ruins, thick flocculent red mist boiled up, as if evaporated by high temperature in an instant, the thick mist faded and rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. It disappears completely within the breath.

"Is it finally solved by Mr. Anding..."

The black-haired man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. His back was leaning against a dusty slate, and his former partner, who had lost consciousness, was lying on his lap. His posture was a little awkward—his back There were also stab wounds.

"It was an accident." Osamu Dazai said to himself, "There are too many uncertain factors for Mr. Anding."

For Token Fusangshen, who has too many unknown factors, Osamu Dazai actually did not design him to participate too much. After all, it is true that a strong combat power can change the situation, but when the person playing chess is a cunning mouse, It may also become a failure that loses everything... Fortunately, this chess piece not only did not become a failure, but jumped into the chess game automatically, and successfully captured the "king".

Osamu Dazai glanced at the still pitch-black sky. It was at least half an hour earlier than he expected—but don’t underestimate this half hour. The damage to Yokohama will be reduced by a considerable amount within this half hour. The death toll of those who are capable will also be reduced correspondingly, which is equivalent to reducing the workload of Mr. Mori and Ango for at least a week.

"Really—" he complained half-truthfully, "It's like I'm doing my best to protect the city. Do I look like that kind of nice guy?"

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Armed Detective Agency.

"what."

After sending the potato chips into his mouth, Ranpo Edogawa pinched the crispy snack with two fingers, and suddenly appeared at the desk of the president's office that was almost in ruins.

"It's not dawn yet."

After a pause, the big detective continued to stuff potato chips into his mouth. He sat on the desk of the only surviving president in the house, facing the window with broken glass on the window frame. The bright moon lost its mist After being covered by the window, it was exposed, shining on the other half of the president's desk through the window sill, and the cold night wind blows in through the hole in the window, bringing in a hint of refreshing coolness.

"That's right, that's right. If it's not yet dawn, then An Ding is more capable." The black-haired young man in a British-style detective outfit nodded with satisfaction: "The knife I picked up is very useful. It's Ranbu-sama's decision. Never wrong!"

...

Ability Secret Service Division.

"Report! Received a call from the British Secret Service!"

"What?" Ango Sakaguchi clenched his fingers violently: "An attendant of the clock tower... what did the other side say?"

"They will send out supernatural beings with the ability to incinerate. If we can't control the fog at dawn... Yokohama will, and it will be burned to nothingness."

"At dawn..." Sakaguchi Yasugo murmured, "With half an hour left, Yokohama will—"

"—Report! Confirm the singularity and the dissipation of the fog!"

Ango Sakaguchi, who had just heard the bad news that "Yokohama will be incinerated", had not had time to recover from the huge blow: "..."

Ango Sakaguchi: "...Ah, the singularity has just been formed, right? The speed of resolution is quite, very fast."

The social animal hovering on the verge of death from overwork pushed his glasses and thought to himself:

The crisis in Yokohama was resolved so quickly, so it must be due to Dazai-kun, right?

Osamu Dazai: Thank you, but it’s really not me, my style is based on timing :)

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For An Ding, everything that happened just now is not much different from killing ghosts - the weakness of ghosts is only the head, and Ryuhiko Shibusawa's weakness is also only the head, and the blood ghost technique will disappear after the ghost dissipates, Ryu Shibusawa After Yan disappeared, the fog also dissipated... The most obvious difference is probably that Shibusawa Ryuhiko did not die after his head was beheaded, and the sword that killed him was not a Japanese sword.

"But I actually heard the voice of the master..." An Ding nodded his cheek thoughtfully.

Sure enough, the master helped him in the middle, right?When Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was almost turning him into a gemstone, even though An Ding's perception at that time was hazy, he could still vaguely perceive that powerful spiritual power poured into his body again, washing away all the diaphragms , pulling his consciousness back into Fusangshen's body——

And the sentence "Quickly lift the cover of the turtle's grandson to me!", which is very in line with the master's speaking style, the tone is up and down, and it sounds inexplicably happy... I haven't seen the master for about two years, and suddenly Hearing the master's emotional voice is really very kind.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen thought so, and then turned around with joy, the curly fluffy tail flicked like a dog's tail behind his head, and he greeted him calmly and happily as he landed slowly from the air. The little friend on the ground: "—Qing Guang!"

The big azure blue eyes are shining, full of trust and dependence on the little partner, Fu Sangshen with fluffy blue hair tail is like a Pomeranian happily running towards the owner, and ran to the place with a "da da da" The red eyes are next to Sangshen: "Qing Guang, when did you show up, uh, wah, wow——"

The high-heeled boots touched the ground, and there was a slight sound of heels hitting. The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen fell from the air with a sullen face, and raised his hands to quickly grab the blue-haired Fu Sangshen Bai Jing The contrast between the bright red nail polish and the fair skin on the cheeks is very obvious. Amidst the painful cry of "Wow wow wow", Qingguang angrily pulled the soft cheek flesh outward:

"I don't even know when I showed up! Could it be that I came a little later, An Ding, you will be taken away by that horned guy with the jewel on your head!"

"It hurts, hurts, hurts——" An Ding hurriedly grabbed the two brightly painted hands that were pulling his cheeks outward, and clasped his wrists to prevent him from pushing outwards. Because his face was being pulled, he caused His voice was a bit fuzzy, and An Ding defended himself vaguely: "But it wasn't taken away. I even chopped off his head—don't tear it, don't tear it! It hurts!"

"Are you still not convinced?!"

Obviously, Qingguang in an angry state is like the creatures called "girlfriends". After hearing the words of refutation, his anger will obviously rise to a higher level, and even a dark red light is faintly revealed on his body: " Didn’t An Ding’s speed become as fast as lightning, why are you still surrounded by that strange fog? Every time you see a powerful enemy, you have to rush up excitedly, so it’s super worrying, okay?”

"But, but nothing strange happened in the fog before..." An Ding blinked her big round eyes, and argued for herself in a low voice: "Besides, there is that kind of fog everywhere here. Before the fog dissipates, there is no need to clear the light." Are you staying in the mist? There is obviously no way to avoid it... Qingguang is so talkative (whispering)."

A cross appeared on the forehead of Fusangshen with red eyes.

"Peace you guy..."

The hands covered with bright red nail polish let go of the reddened face. Before An Ding could cover his cheeks and rub them, Qingguang tore off the forehead guard with the pattern of flowers and knives, scaring the blue hair After a jump, he squinted his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. When the other party noticed what he was going to do and opened his eyes wide in horror and wanted to back away, he slammed his forehead against it:

"——It's too uncute!!!" ("It hurts!")

"I'm so worried about you!" The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen grabbed the shoulder of the little friend who was smashed out of the mosquito coil, and angrily shook back and forth: "You think I'm long-winded!"

"Yin, because Qingguang is really long-winded... No, don't shake it, my head is so dizzy..."

I used to shake Qingguang's shoulders and kept asking "Why didn't Okita-kun bring me with you that day"-could this be revenge for shaking Qingguang dizzy before?

and……

An Ding was dizzy from being shaken, turned his eyes in circles and asked in a daze, "Why, why did Qing Guang fly..."

"Hey, is this?" Qingguang stopped shaking the mosquito-repellent eye buddy, and replied hesitantly: "Actually, I don't know too well, but I seem to be able to use part of Mr. Nakaya's supernatural power, as long as the gravity is eliminated You can float in the air... although I still don't know why-"

"—Shibusawa Tatsuhiko!"

Before Qing Guang finished speaking, he was interrupted by a roar mixed with anger, hostility and desperation. The sound came from above, and the two blades were immediately attracted attention, and they both looked at the falling from the sky vigilantly... Humanoid white tiger?

"Nakajima-kun?" An Ding was taken aback for a moment, and his voice was a little hesitant: "...Little cat?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Qingguang: "..."

Is this what Yamato Shou-kun meant by "little cat" when we first met?But where do you think he looks like a kitten? Tigers are obviously much more ferocious, right?

"No, Yamato Shou-kun, my supernatural power is a white tiger, not a cat." Atsushi Nakajima, who had been forced to complain about it after only a few days of getting along, said subconsciously: "And I don't look like a tiger at all. Cat?"

No, not only felines will be regarded as kittens by Anding, but even hand-to-hand opponents will be called "kittens" by him. It has nothing to do with appearance, Qingguang thought in a complicated mood.

"By the way," the young man who suddenly remembered the serious business suddenly turned serious, and his purple-gold animal pupils looked around scorchingly: "Where is Ryuhiko Shibusawa? Not only did he want my supernatural power, but he also killed me. With so many people, I must—"

An Ding: "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, he's dead."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

kindness?What?died?Shouldn't this be a tough fight?He has already prepared and realized that he will never let Shibusawa Tatsuhiko hurt anyone again, and he must protect the city of Yokohama—then after he came here with high spirits, he was told Shibusawa Tatsuhiko died?

"Ah? Ah, dead?" Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously repeated: "Dead, where is the dead?"

An Ding tilted his head, and exchanged a glance with Qing Guang beside him. The eyes of the blue pupil and the red pupil met and separated, and their expressions became strange. Then, the eyes of the two blades moved down to Atsushi Nakajima's feet. The hands painted with bright nail polish and the hands with clean and round nails point to the rubble ruins he stepped on:

"Under your feet." ×2

……

Atsushi Nakajima's neck was like an unoiled door hinge, and he looked down stiffly.

Right at the feet of his tiger-like claws, half of a pale skull protruded from the dusty rubble, staring straight at him with black eye sockets.