Yokohama Future Lovers

With the help of medicine and exhaustion, Osamu Dazai got rid of the pain of insomnia, and soon fell into the darkness of the dream.

And while Osamu Dazai fell asleep, the world was still going on, for better or worse.

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Edogawa Ranpo who went back to the Armed Detective Agency talked about what happened today.

"Hmm, this is troublesome." Edogawa Ranpo squinted his eyes, put his finger on his chin and said, "Even a famous detective like me can't judge everything under the premise of only oral information. I'm a detective, not a prophet, after all."

"..." Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Edogawa Luanbu with a surprised expression, and complained in his heart, aren't you? !

At this time, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had just established an armed detective agency, was not as calm as he would be in the future, and he was still a man who would keep complaining in his heart.

"However, there is still a lot of information that can be seen." Edogawa Ranbu leaned back a little lazily, and said, "First of all, that guy named Bai Lan is not from this world. He is from another parallel world. I used some tricks to get here, and there is a person named Bai Lan in this world. These two people are very different in personality and experience. You can go to Bai Lan in this world to cooperate, but it is best not to trust him too much."

Edogawa Ranpo said a lot, which made Fukuzawa Yukichi think complicatedly: Is this what Edogawa Ranpo said he was just a detective and not a prophet?

After finishing speaking, Edogawa Luanbu pursed his mouth again, and said with a complicated mood: "Osamu Dazai already knows what I just said. But if you ask him, he won't answer you."

Hearing Edogawa Ranpo's tone was a bit strange, Fukuzawa Yukichi belatedly remembered that the other party also had memories of being with Osamu Dazai in the parallel world.

Even if it wasn't something that he personally experienced, he still has the memory of another self and a "stranger". Even Edogawa Ranpo would care about Osamu Dazai because of this.

Before Fukuzawa Yukichi could say anything, Edogawa Ranpo waved his hand again, as if trying to cover up something, and said, "Never mind, let's not mention this. She has something to say." He looked towards With Yosano Akiko.

The girl who was taken away from Mori Ogai by the two was named Yosano Akiko, and she possessed the supernatural ability "Please don't die", which can be said to be snatched back from the god as long as the other party is alive. Powerful healing ability.

He once experienced extremely painful things, but with the help of Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi, Yosano Akiko survived well and regained his previous smile.

But today, she obviously looks very bad.

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help but asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Yosano Akiko glanced at him hesitantly and said, "I suddenly have a memory."

"Memory?" Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't react for a moment, and after he subconsciously repeated a sentence, Fukuzawa Yukichi realized, opened his eyes wide, looked at Yosano Akiko, and asked, "So, you are also ?”

Yosano Akiko nodded.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was silent for a while, looked at Edogawa Ranpo, and said, "Are you going to tell me who are the main members of the Armed Detective Agency?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Edogawa Ranpo pressed his beret and said, "According to my guess, the youngest Izumi Kyoka and Miyazawa Kenji are not."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..." This is exaggerated, okay? !

While the two were talking, Yosano Akiko, who was sitting on a chair beside her, tightly grasped the butterfly hairpin that was originally pinned to her hair, and she closed her eyes with a sullen face.

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Meanwhile somewhere in Russia.

The whole world seemed to be submerged in layers of thick snow, and there was never-ending snow everywhere as far as the eye could see.

The boy in heavy clothes and a black fur-collared cape struggled to walk in the world swallowed by the snow.Every time he moved his feet and took a step forward, the snowdrifts would look like people who died with resentment and pain one after another. Their souls refused to rest, and were tightly entangled around the boy's feet, as if they were going to die. He was dragged into the abyss together.

From the appearance, the boy with black hair and grape red eyes was extremely slender and thin, his face was so pale that it almost merged with the snow.He wrapped his cloak tightly, and said "ha chirp" as if he felt cold, but his eyes remained dead silent.

"Fyodor!" a man called from behind.A man named Anatoly stumbled out from the wooden house not far away, calling Fyodor in an anxious and panic voice.

Fyodor turned his head.The black hair under the Cossack hat was covered with snow, making his hair look wet.

It was clearly just an ordinary teenager's calm gaze, but Anatole couldn't help but took a step back, trying to avoid his gaze.Perhaps it was because the eyes of this boy named Fyodor were too terrifying.

A boy of this age, no, should a normal person have such dead eyes?And that is definitely not the gaze of someone with a heart as dead as ashes.Rather, it is more like the "dead stillness" produced by suppressing countless darkness, it is the eyes that only the god of death, who is accompanied by death and skeletons all day long, can have.

"What's the matter?" Fyodor showed a pale smile, and his lips were also white, which made people wonder whether Fyodor had such a thing as "temperature".

Fyodor's appearance can definitely be called beautiful. When he smiles, even if the temperature of that smile is as cold as snow, it is enough to make people addicted.

But Anatoly just trembled, as if standing in front of him was not some thin young man but a god of death holding a scythe.

In fact, Anatoly did think Fyodor was Death.

After all, this weak-looking young man just now caused a room full of people to kill each other with just a few words.

This is really too absurd, it doesn't seem like reality, but like a strange plot like rumors of monsters!

The killers gathered in the cabin here because of an agreement, and a boy who claimed to be lost and came to knock on the door.

The killers greeted the poor lamb with happy smiles, and deceived Fyodor with lies, pretending to be a good-hearted person and letting him come to the wooden house to keep warm first.In private, they made a bet at the same time to see who could be the first to kill each other quietly.Anatoly is the judge of this bet.

But they were wrong, all of them were wrong.The Lamb and the Hunter are not what they think they are from the start.

Thinking of the blood overflowing in the room and the murky corpses, Anatoly couldn't help but feel fear.

He was not a weakling who screamed and trembled at the sight of a dead body.It's just that the scene just now really scared him.

In Anatoly's life so far, he has never experienced such a feeling that he can't break free, can't escape, and even his thinking will be completely seen through by the other party, as if he is an ant drowning in the deep sea, and he can't even resist. No, only deep fear gripped his shell.

After all, would ants want to fight against the sea?

The real Grim Reaper is not something with a terrifying appearance.It's just that even existence itself represents "death", taking the life of others is like breathing to the Shinigami.

Therefore, facing Fyodor's inquiry, Anatoly didn't even dare to question it. He could only suppress his fear and asked the only remaining doubt in his chaotic consciousness: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The black-haired boy repeated as if he was puzzled by his question. He smiled and said, "I'm Fyodor."

"No! It's not this kind of problem!" Anatoly waved his hands exaggeratedly because of fear, his words were broken, his face was stiff, and his eyes stared as if they were about to fall out of their sockets: "I mean, I It's saying-"

"I mean—are you, human?"

Fyodor blinked, and suddenly laughed.He didn't answer Anatoly's question, so what did that mean?Is he human?Or is he death itself?No one knows this question.

The black-haired boy ignored Anatole, turned around and said, "I'm leaving."

"Leave? Where are you going?" Anatoly asked subconsciously.

"Where are you going?" The pale smile on Fyodor's face became real, and his dark eyes were filled with sticky and deep emotions. He said, "I'm going to see my friend." lover."

Anatole's eyes widened in astonishment, but before he could continue to ask, the blood gushing from his throat immediately made his eyes go black, and his body shook unsteadily a few times.

"What?" He let out a near-death cry, unable to grasp the passing of life, his body "plopped" and fell into the heavy snow all over the sky.

Fyodor glanced at Anatole with eyes that did not reflect anything, and he sighed with pity: "It seems that the poison has worked."

"When did you—?" Warm blood kept spilling from his mouth, taking away Anatoly's temperature.He asked in a vague voice in disbelief.

Fyodor looked down at Anatole who was lying on the snow, and said in an extremely soft and sweet voice: "You poisoned my water glass - I have started this matter from the very beginning." Just know."

"But I didn't do anything. After all, you poisoned the water glass yourself, and you picked up the water glass and drank the water." Anatole was in extreme fear, and changed himself and his water glass Fyodor, who then led the other party to drink, said softly.

— Wrong, they were wrong from the beginning!

Consciousness gradually blurred, but Anatole, whose body was still trembling and twitching from fear, thought.

It was not the hunters who greeted the poor lambs, but the lambs brought death with joyful smiles.It's not a thin and thin boy who got lost, but the God of Reaper who came to reap lives by stepping on the snow, smelling the stench of blood.

—and who can stand against death itself?

Fyodor sighed, and said: "Well, I must get out of here. Good-bye, Anatole."

However, no one could answer him anymore.

Fyodor closed his eyes, and said in a soft voice like a holy son in a church: "May you be able to get rid of your own sins and your soul rest in peace."

A few seconds later, he stepped on the road again and continued on in the snow-flooded world.Fyodor murmured: "I have to get out of here, go to my lover, and—"

He raised his head and looked at the heavy snow all over the sky, Fyodor smiled slowly.

"To cut off my beloved's head, and let his soul sleep beside me."

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