How I was forced to be a boss

Yokohama, inside the Armed Detective Agency, put down the documents in their hands, and sighed with Akiko Yosano: "So it's another case related to Hong Kong gangsters?"

"Hong Kong gangsters seem to have fallen into madness recently, and thoroughly investigated various organizations in Yokohama, but they did find out the problem."

Facing the sudden increase in the number of cases, Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression became serious.

"This is also very normal."

Edogawa Luanbu put down the newspaper, saw the latest issue of detective duel, curled his lips: "What, it's completely different from my and Xiao Lingyang's, it's so simple, why hasn't anyone guessed it yet?"

"I say that every time, but I still watch it every time, Mr. Ranpo." Yosano Akiko joked.

Edogawa turned his head away in disorder, pretending not to hear.

"The Hong Kong gangsters are like this, there is no way around it." Fukuzawa Yukichi said.

"Even Tokyo has sent people here, and the king is also very concerned about this matter." Yosano Akiko continued.

Ranpo Edogawa took out his own snacks, and replied Yosano Akiko, "No way, the industry of the Fifth King in Tokyo is developing very well. It is said that the next step is to expand the industrial chain and form a The market ecosystem is closed. At this time, there should be panic over there."

Looking at the information at hand, Fukuzawa Yukichi said: "It's just that I didn't expect Italy's hands to be so long. I don't know when they touched them."

Yosano Akiko was taken aback, "Is that why the gangsters are so angry?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi replied in a deep voice: "Don't talk about Hong Kong gangsters, even the detective agency and the government can be called violent."

Yosano Akiko got up and walked to the window, looking at the significantly reduced number of pedestrians, she murmured with emotion: "Yokohama seems to be falling into darkness again."

Edogawa kicked his feet in Luanbu and turned his chair around. He looked out the window, as if he was looking at the sky, or something else.

"This is also impossible."

"After all, the light in Yokohama is gone."

Suddenly Edogawa Ranpo felt his little finger burn, as if something was wrapped around it.He raised his hand, looked closely, and saw something faintly flashing away.

"Random steps." Fukuzawa Yukichi called him in a low voice.

Edogawa looked over at random, and found that Fukuzawa Yukichi raised his hand towards him, with the palm facing outward and the palm open.

Squinting his eyes, Edogawa Ranpo said, "Is the president also there?"

As the words fell, the things wrapped around the little fingers of the two slowly appeared.

It is a hair-like slender thread, entangled in circles, and the other end extends into the air and disappears, as if it is connected to something in that space.

Yosano Akiko looked at their movements in confusion, "What's wrong? President? Mr. Ranpo."

"It's nothing." Edogawa Ranpo curled his lips into a smile, "The light of our Yokohama may be coming back."

Tokyo, inside the Pillar Tower.

"About the development of the King of Green than Water Flow industry..."

"The alarm of the abnormal state in the Yokohama area still cannot be cancelled, the recent actions of Hong Kong and Hei..."

The rabbit who was reporting seriously suddenly saw his king frowned, and suddenly became nervous, thinking that there was something wrong with what he reported.

"What... what's wrong? King?"

However, the King of Gold just raised his hand as if he was looking at something carefully.

The rabbit looked at his king in confusion, but saw his king suddenly eased his expression, and smiled in relief.

He heard Wang's sigh, with a complex emotion that he couldn't understand.

"It's really you, little girl." Jie-mi-dah.

Then he ordered: "The people from Yokohama can withdraw, and the alarm can also be withdrawn."

Rabbit was puzzled, he was just saying that the situation in Yokohama was urgent, but everything changed in the blink of an eye.

But he still didn't ask more questions.

"Yes."

"Ahh! Xiaoliu, look at this!" Gojo Sukuna ran into the office and raised his hand in front of his eyes.

Bi Shui Liu took a serious look, and then stretched out his hand to Gojo Sukuna.

Gojo Sukuna's eyes widened suddenly, "What is this! Xiaoliu also has it!"

"Actually, there are those two."

"Eh??"

Bi Shuiliu looked at his hands and fell into thought.

"It feels so familiar." He murmured.

Jay--mi--da.

"How cunning, I went to see that teacher by myself." A boy dressed as a clown poked his head out of thin air. If ordinary people saw it, they would probably be terrified.

"You can try it if you want, but I can't guarantee what the consequences will be." Fyodor didn't take what the clown said to heart, and looked at the screen in front of him intently. The recent situation in Yokohama He suddenly became nervous, so he had to restrain his movements a little bit, after all, it was not yet time.

"It wouldn't matter if I went to see him, after all, that teacher is a good boy. Isn't he quiet and polite most of the time?" Gogol stood behind Fyodor, leaning forward He leaned over to look at what was on his computer.

"Ah, the dark lines of that guy Blancheso seem to be cleared up."

"As you said, most of the time," Fyodor replied casually, "He doesn't really care about that kind of thing."

"There is only one thing he cares about—" He stretched out his finger and clicked on the photo that popped up.

Gogol laughed lowly, "In a certain way, we are all the same."

After a while, seeing that Fyodor still maintained the same movement, Gogol looked at him suspiciously, and found that he was staring at his outstretched fingers without blinking, so he also leaned over to look, but what? Didn't see it: "What's wrong?"

Fyodor withdrew his hand, twirled his two fingers, and then moved his gaze up bit by bit, his eyes were out of focus, as if he could penetrate all the limitations of this space.

Sensing a slightly familiar feeling on the other side, he chuckled softly.

"So did something good happen?" Gogol was really curious about Fyodor's performance.

Fyodor put his hands on the table as if he didn't care, with a smile in his eyes.

"Of course. A good thing I never thought of."

"About our eradicated forces and losses in Yokohama..." Irie was standing straight in front of Bailan, earnestly reporting the impact of the recent turmoil in Japan on them.

After talking for a long time without Bai Lan responding, Irie looked suspiciously at the man sitting in front of the table.

This person who often makes people feel that he can't see his mind clearly is sitting in the large boss chair at this moment, looking at his hands, wondering what he is thinking, and seems to have been in a daze for a long time.

"Lord Bai Lan?"

"Huh?" Bai Lan replied casually, then raised her hand to the sunlight coming in from the window behind her, as if she was observing something carefully.

"So you didn't listen to me at all!"

"I'm listening~ what happened in Yokohama." Having said that, he was still looking at his hand, as if there was something special in his hand that attracted his full attention.

Irie sighed helplessly.

"Then, I will take my leave first."

Listening to the sound of the door opening and closing, and ignoring the people who left, the tiny golden thread occupied Bai Lan's entire field of vision.

"At first, I hoped to let that person see the world from the outside, so I led the current affairs people there, but it turned out to be an even bigger surprise for me, Mr. Zhuxi."

Bai Lan raised the corners of her lips, "It's just a short contact, and it's already reached this level."

Putting down his hands, he let those threads float and wrap around his fingertips, as if he was pointing the direction for an existence at the other end of the thread. Bai Lan looked at the world outside the window with an indifferent expression. In his eyes, countless threads Interwoven worlds are mapped out.

"This time, how will you choose?"

boom--

At night in Yokohama, after a gunshot, the echo lingers for a long time.

A group of men in black surrounded the alley, and they quickly made a way out when they heard footsteps behind them.

Osamu Dazai squatted on the ground casually, flipping through the corpse casually, "It's useless information again."

"Mr. Dazai!"

Hearing the voices of the people around him, Osamu Dazai said in a high tone: "Ah! You did a great job!" Then the voice suddenly sank again, stood up, turned back, stared deeply at the person in front of him, "Do you want to hear me say that?"

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stood there with a pale face, and lowered his head when he heard Osamu Dazai's words, "I don't, Mr. Dazai."

Turning around with a bored face, he drew a gun from the man in black beside him without a pause, and pointed it at Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

"Mr. Dazai!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke's body tensed up.

Immediately, Osamu Dazai turned his gun expressionlessly and fired in another direction.There was the sound of something being hit, and then the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke and the people in black suddenly became nervous.

But Osamu Dazai dropped the gun in his hand indifferently, "It's just a useless little mouse."

"Dazai." Nakahara Chuya walked over from the side, still smelling of gunpowder, "There is still no news."

"Branjesso's information is cleaned up very cleanly."

"Oh? Really." As if he had expected the result, the man replied listlessly.

Jay--mi--da.

Seeing Osamu Dazai like this, Nakahara frowned.

He knew very well in his heart that despite Dazai Osamu's seemingly normal appearance now, in fact, Dazai Osamu's heart might already be hovering on the verge of madness.

Even if he didn't say it, regarding Brandeso, this person may not have a plan against him.

No matter from any position and angle, he has no reason not to support Osamu Dazai's actions.

For Chuya Zhongya, the only thing he can do is...

"Whatever you want to do, just avoid Yokohama."

"After all, it is the teacher's hard work."

When Osamu Dazai smiled and was about to respond, the two of them froze at the same time.

The thin golden thread protruded from the void, and instantly wrapped around the fingers of the two people. The golden thread seemed to have life force as it swam between the fingers. It was obviously not tightly strangled, but it gave people a sense of The feeling of being unable to escape no matter what.

The other end of the line extends out of sight, through time and space.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, "This is..."

His heart beat suddenly and violently. He seemed to hear a familiar voice. He listened carefully, but it seemed like a hallucination.

When the moon was dimming, he suddenly noticed that Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his lips.

"Sure enough, I didn't break my promise." Osamu Dazai said briskly.

As if he understood something, Nakahara Chuya also had an uncontrollable smile on his face, "It seems that not only our side, but also the other side have been working hard."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand, looked at the line in front of him, his expression softened a little.

"You're calling us, Mr. Takenishi."

"what."

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