Canary of the gods

The development of the whole thing made Osamu Dazai feel very wrong.

So far, all his actions today are due to his own will and thoughts.In other words, all his activities did not show any signs of being calculated by humans.

From the process point of view, everything is normal, and there seems to be nothing wrong.

But in terms of the results alone, Osamu Dazai felt that they had been calculated by looking at the terrible situation in front of them.

And the man who plotted against them... must know him very well.Whether it is the daily behavior pattern, way of thinking, or even psychological activities, he has a clear grasp of it, so that he didn't notice any abnormalities at the beginning.

If Osamu Dazai could describe it, it would be like seeing another self in the mirror.

It was a weird and terrible feeling.

Speaking of it, Osamu Dazai realized that the situation was not good, and it was even a little funny.

The reason was that his cell phone was in normal use, but he didn't receive a call from his partner, Kunikida Doppo, to remind him to go to work.

If this is a non-critical period, this call is dispensable.But the problem is that when Osamu Dazai saw the live report of the bank bomb case when passing by the window of a certain store, he happened to capture his partner's pigtails flashing by and the book with the word "ideal" written on it. A corner of the account.

At that time, Osamu Dazai called the detective agency decisively and asked the clerk about the bank bomb case.

When he heard that Jiyi Yijiu and Atsushi Nakajima were going to the commercial building, his premonition grew stronger.He hurriedly hailed a taxi and set off directly to the commercial building.

When the car was less than 50 meters away from the commercial building, they were stopped by the raised cordon.

The moment he saw the cordon, Osamu Dazai realized very clearly that this time they might really have stepped into a trap carefully set by others.

He got out of the car, calculated the route, and rushed over the wall to the scene.

Then he saw a messy road, evasive pedestrians with terrified eyes, the walls of collapsed buildings, and the familiar figure slamming the ground crazily, with bloodstains waving his fists.

During this period, it wasn't that the military and police stepped forward to stop the crazy guy.But without exception, all those who approached were blown away by that person.And if the military and police attack him, he will immediately violently injure others.He is like a hedgehog with its spikes erected, and people don't know how to start.

Several arrests in a row were fruitless, so the military and police had no choice but to hold back and began to look for the opponent's flaws, trying to hit him with one blow.

Osamu Dazai appeared at this time.

It didn't take him much effort to get into the scene surrounded by the military and police, and he ignored their warnings, and came to a monk without any warning.

"You don't want to die?!"

The military police roared angrily, as if they could see the opponent's body in the next second.

But the strange thing is, unlike the military police who would be attacked crazily if they approached, Osamu Dazai walked up to Ji Yijiu's side smoothly, failed to wake him up several times, and simply slapped him across the face.Even so, he was still not hurt at all.

The military police who were ready to shoot were suddenly dumbfounded.

Isn't it... is this guy so double-standard? ? ?

Osamu Dazai took a heavy look at the blood man who was integrated into the gravel ground, and now he couldn't recognize the blood man with his original appearance at all, and his heart was very heavy.Would it have gotten worse if he had been a few minutes late?

Although, the current situation is already quite a headache.

He quickly put the extra thoughts behind him, raised his head, looked at a monk who was stunned mixed with surprise, lowered his voice, for fear of irritating him, and said: "Xiu, hand me your hand, come here. "

"..."

A temple repair is like a machine that has been in disrepair for a long time, and its response is extremely slow.It took Osamu Dazai a while to say this before he responded.

As soon as he raised his bloody hand, Osamu Dazai grasped it tightly.

The strength from his hand made a monk realize that this person should not be his illusion.

"Okay, Xiu." Dazai Osamu comforted him while inducing him to say, "Now tell me who he is, okay? Don't worry, take your time."

"He... no, fake... he shouldn't be..."

A temple cultivator spoke incoherently, and what he said was intermittent, and it was not complete at all.

Osamu Dazai asked patiently: "He is a fake, then, who do you think he is?"

"He... Bai..."

There was a sound of "whoosh", and a temple cultivator suddenly felt as if his neck had been pricked by something sharp, like a needle prick.

In fact, when he raised his hand to feel it, he did feel a thin needle tube.

What's this?

He felt as if his brain had been frozen, and his already slow thinking was now even more rigid.

All the double images in front of me overlapped, and for a moment I couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Standing in front of him, Osamu Dazai opened and closed his mouth, as if he was trying to convey something loudly to him, but Ji Yiyi couldn't hear what he said at all, and his dull brain couldn't recognize the content through his mouth movements.

Big balls of white light exploded on the retina, and at a certain moment, his eyes went black, and he lost all consciousness.

Osamu Dazai caught a monk who had fallen unconscious, his brows were tightly knit, and his expression was serious.

He took off the anesthesia needle stuck in the neck of a monk, and held him tightly in his arms.

The sound of neat footsteps and the collision of explosion-proof shields quickly approached where they were.

The special forces with live ammunition surrounded them three layers inside and three layers outside. The black muzzles protruded from the gap between the explosion-proof shields, aiming at Osamu Dazai standing in the middle and Jijiu in his arms.

"do not move!"

Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked at the direction they came from with heavy eyes.

The special forces moved a passage for one person to pass on both sides, and an old acquaintance in a suit and leather shoes and round glasses came out from the back of the passage.

"It's okay to leave that person to us, Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, his eyes were dim and unclear, "What if I say there is a problem?"

"click"

The sound of gun loading rang out neatly.

"It's really strange." Dazai Osamu said in a soft voice without any fear, "Isn't the Supernatural Secret Service Division not close here? But I think your movements are quite fast?"

The leader, Ango Sakaguchi, pushed his glasses. Facing Osamu Dazai's suspicion, his expression remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone: "An hour ago, the Supernatural Secret Service Division received an anonymous report letter, which claimed that 'there is a dangerous supernatural power near the commercial building. Those who make trouble'."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "Report anonymously? Then you really believe it?"

Sakaguchi shrugged off his provocation: "The situation today is that what the whistleblower said happened."

"..."

Osamu Dazai glanced down at the comatose priest, touched the freshly scabbed wound on his face, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I see."

Ango Sakaguchi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Someone help." Osamu Dazai dragged his voice and said lazily, "Do you want me to help you send people to the Secret Service?"

"..."

Sakaguchi Ango gestured to the two people around him.

The two who received the order put away their guns, stepped forward quickly, and took a temple from Osamu Dazai.

They swiftly cuffed the hands and feet of a monk, and covered his eyes with a black cloth.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, watched their movements, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Be gentler, gentler, if you wake people up, I won't be the one who is unlucky."

"..." Hearing this, the two who started the action suddenly paused, and the subsequent actions were indeed lighter as Dazai Osamu said.

After restraining the man, Ango Sakaguchi ordered a temple monk to be taken away.

He turned around to leave, but Osamu Dazai's voice sounded again: "Is it Bai Lan?"

The footsteps that Ango Sakaguchi had just stepped out stopped.

He said calmly, "I don't know who Bai Lan you're talking about."

Osamu Dazai laughed, slightly mockingly.

"But..." Ango Sakaguchi changed his voice, and continued, "If you're talking about Mr. Cotton Candy, a popular novelist recently... then you probably won't be able to find him in person."

Osamu Dazai's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What happened to him?"

Ango Sakaguchi: "He's missing."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai frowned, "Missing? But not long ago he was repaired—ah, the guy you took away—he was found back."

"No," Ango Sakaguchi turned around with a serious expression, "The disappearance I'm talking about is a real disappearance with unknown life and death."

"You mean... life and death are unknown?" Osamu Dazai was slightly surprised.

"That's right, for the disappearance you mentioned, we can still find his entry and exit records. At most, he disappeared in front of acquaintances. And the disappearance I mentioned was after that."

"After being found by someone from your detective agency, he had a meeting with the editor and promised to hand over a new manuscript the next day. But when the editor came to the door the next day, he found that his home was in a mess , the manuscript on the table was only half written, and the pen drew an abrupt and long ink mark on the paper, and finally even punctured the paper. Obviously, he should have encountered some unexpected emergency at that time .”

"Just saying that means that you don't know his current life and death situation?" Osamu Dazai frowned.

He looked at Ango Sakaguchi, and said meaningfully: "But if you use supernatural powers, you should be able to understand the situation at that time soon, right?"

Ango Sakaguchi said in a firm tone: "This is the internal information of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so I have nothing to say."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai glanced at him and smiled slightly, "I see, I understand."

"..." Ango Sakaguchi didn't ask him what he understood, and nodded at him, "Then, let's take a step first."

"Goodbye."

Atsushi Nakajima, who had been stopped outside the cordon after the Ability Secret Service Section and the military police withdrew, suddenly saw Osamu Dazai standing at the scene of the incident.

"Mr. Dazai? Why are you here?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Osamu Dazai turned around: "Huh? It's Atsu-kun."

Atsushi Nakajima stepped forward quickly.

When he got close, he noticed the blood on Osamu Dazai.Atsushi Nakajima looked up and down nervously, and said, "Are you not injured?"

Following his line of sight, Osamu Dazai also saw the blood stains on his clothes, and explained in a calm tone: "Ah, these are not my blood, they are rubbed from Xiu's body..."

"Mr. Xiu?! What happened to him?!"

"Oh, don't be surprised, listen to me. This is not Xiu's own blood, he is not injured, don't worry."

That's good……

Atsushi Nakajima breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

Osamu Dazai patted him on the shoulder, "Oh, by the way, where is the repaired car parked?"

"Huh? Over there..." Atsushi Nakajima raised his hand subconsciously.

"Okay, let's go back to the car and talk about it in detail." Osamu Dazai took a long leg and walked towards the parking place after speaking.

Atsushi Nakajima trotted to catch up, "So Mr. Xiu, now..."

Osamu Dazai quickly explained the situation to him: "Xiu fell into the enemy's trap, and now he was arrested by the Supernatural Special Affairs Division for causing trouble and murder."

"what?!"

"In this way, the production of Ghost is completed~"

Bai Lan, who was dressed in a white uniform, rested his chin and looked at the projected image on the monitor with a happy mood—it was a thing that looked exactly like Bai Lan but had no real body.Just like the name Bai Lan gave him "Ghost", it is a ghostly existence.

He opened a pack of marshmallows, and politely asked the person sitting across the long table: "Do you want to eat?"

"No need."

The room Bai Lan was in was strangely cut into two parts by light and shadow.

On the side where he was sitting, sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating half of the room brightly; while the long table opposite where he was sitting, the other half of the room was blocked by thick curtains, impermeable to any light, as dim as night .

At the end of the long table sat a man with his legs crossed and wearing a long black coat.His eyelids were lowered, and the deep iris-colored eyes could not reflect the slightest light, as if leading to a bottomless abyss.

Bai Lan said with a smile: "That's right. Although the plan is going well, if the 'thing' is not officially recovered, you must have trouble sleeping and eating, right?"

"Mr. Dazai?"