The whole world has my vest

The terminally ill taxi driver took out two transparent bottles from his pocket.

Inside the bottle are two blue and white capsules.

Edogawa Ranpo's face changed, and the moment he saw the two bottles, his brain analyzed what Kobayashi Yuchai wanted to do.

"One is poisonous, one is not poisonous... Seriously, that's all? I thought you were using some clever trick to kill those people,"

Edogawa Ranpo evoked a mocking smile, on the surface he looked dismissive, but his heart sank.

Xiaolin Yuchai didn't care about the other party's cynicism, he smiled and said lightly: "Indeed, it's very simple, but do you dare to bet with me?"

"Two bottles, one for each person, take the medicine at the same time."

Edogawa Ranpo's heartbeat quickened, but his mind was still awake.

He raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "Who knows if you tampered with the bottle or the capsule? Besides, what if I don't want to bet with you?"

Kobayashi Yuchai was not moved, he took out a gun from his pocket, aimed at Edogawa Ranpo: "You can also choose me to take the medicine first - fate and gods will decide who is between us should survive."

"A mortal gun, or a one-half chance of survival... No wonder those people didn't show any signs of struggle when they died."

Edogawa Ranpo snorted softly.

"No tampering, exactly the same bottle, you can check, or you can choose first, no matter which one you choose, I will come down and take the capsules in the other bottle."

Kobayashi Yuchai said coldly.

"The lord you mentioned is really a bad taste. Does this kind of death game of choosing one or the other make him happy just like that?"

"You are not allowed to slander that Your Excellency!!"

Xiaolin Yuchai screamed angrily when he heard this.

"It was your Excellency who made me reborn! Even a small person like me can die more meaningfully!"

When talking about that Your Excellency, Kobayashi Yuchai's expression suddenly lit up, the fanaticism and longing revealed from the corners of his eyes to the tip of his eyebrows, just like a devout believer who saw the god himself.

"Those fat capitalists who suck the bone marrow and blood of workers, those black-hearted entrepreneurs, and those factory owners who squeeze the lives of employees in exchange for benefits, don't they deserve to die?!"

"Hey, Ranpo Edogawa, as the famous detective who put an end to Twenty Faces, do you know how much the crime rate dropped during the period when Twenty Faces was still alive?! How did those capitalists tremble? Treat us well?!"

Kobayashi Hashiba looked at Edogawa Ranpo with hostility and hatred in his eyes.

"I don't understand those big truths, and I don't have the ability to understand them, but the weird man with twenty faces is making the world a better place! I know this very clearly—cough cough cough cough cough!!"

Kobayashi Yuchai became more and more excited as he spoke, and even covered his mouth and coughed violently. Edogawa Ranbu tried to move his position, at least not to expose his body to the gunpoint, but he only moved back slightly, Kobayashi Yuchai raised his head vigilantly, covered his mouth and coughed, and aimed his gun at Edogawa Ranpo.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, then go to die."

Kobayashi Yuchai smiled maliciously.

"One-half probability, and 100% death, how would a smart detective choose?"

Sitting in the gorgeous hall playing elegant classical music, Professor Moriarty sipped the rich-scented black tea, looked at the sun disc that had gradually disappeared outside the window, and smiled softly.

"Well, if he is smart enough and conceited enough, then the child will definitely choose the probability of [-]/[-] like Sherlock."

Professor Moriarty watched the amber liquid rippling out of the black teacup in his hand, smashing his own reflection into distorted shapes.

"Then, which side will destiny and the gods stand on? It's really curious."

Edogawa walked to the opposite side of Kobayashi Hashiba in random steps. As the sun was swallowed by the sea level, the wind at night began to become colder.

In Kobayashi Yuchai's left hand, he held two identical transparent bottles.

This is a life-for-life gamble, the winner takes the loser's life away calmly, and the loser just sleeps in the darkness of death forever.

"This is just a test—and I am the dog who tested you for that lord."

Kobayashi Yuchai said so.

"So you can rest assured that there will definitely be a non-toxic one in it."

The time to choose was extremely tormented. Ranpo Edogawa knew that Kobayashi Yuchai was telling the truth, and he didn't know which bottle was non-toxic. At this time, super reasoning couldn't reason at all, even the perpetrator Things I don't even know.

"I'll take the one on the left."

Edogawa Ranbu's voice was a little dry.

"Okay." Kobayashi Yuchai was also straightforward. He handed the bottle on the left to Edogawa Ranpo, and he was about to bite off the cork of the remaining bottle and take the medicine.

Edogawa Ranpo's heart beat violently, he stopped Kobayashi Yuchai's movements, and said seriously: "I'll come first."

"Please." Kobayashi Yuchai didn't mind.

Edogawa ranpo poured the capsule into the palm of his hand, then raised his head and swallowed the capsule.

It also takes some time for the capsules to melt in the gastric juice.

Just a few minutes passed, and Edogawa Ranpo did not show any abnormalities, nor did he feel unwell.

The corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes were full of light: "I won! But I don't need you to take the pill—go to the police and surrender yourself!"

While saying these words, Edogawa Ranpo also prepared to roll on the spot to avoid Kobayashi Hashiba's shooting. He was not really naive enough to trust someone who killed so many people in this way what the criminal said.

Kobayashi Yuchai saw Edogawa Ranpo's plan, he smiled contemptuously, but raised his head and swallowed the capsule without hesitation.

"I'm different from you. Since it's decided, of course it should be done."

Kobayashi Yuchai smiled coldly, and the moment Edogawa Ranbu realized something was wrong, he turned around and rushed out of the floor without any guardrails.

A huge "bang" sounded unexpectedly. Unlike John that time, Edogawa Ranpo's outstretched hand couldn't even catch the slipped corner of Hashiba Hashiba's clothes.

Edogawa Ranbo seemed to fall into an ice cave, and the blood all over his body flowed up to his brain, which took away all his language and thinking abilities at that moment.

His teeth were chattering, as if he had returned to the night in the bell tower, with the same puzzlement, grievance, sadness and sadness.

"Ugh...why..."

"Why are you crying?"

On the empty floor, there should have been only Edogawa Ranbu alone, and the whistling wind passing through the hall, but at this moment, the voice of a second person appeared.

Edogawa Ranbu's small whimpers stopped abruptly, he raised his head and looked around vigilantly, and saw behind him a scene that should not appear here at all.

The man sitting behind the gorgeous gold-rimmed mahogany table is wearing a jet-black top hat and a suit that should have appeared in a high-end banquet. The smiling face is like the gentleman in old movies full of demeanor.

Even the voice he spoke to himself at the moment sounded full of caring warmth.

If he hadn't met this man under such circumstances, Edogawa Ranpo would probably think that he was a gentleman worthy of respect.

"You won the bet, aren't you happy now?"

Edogawa Ranpo's body froze, and his uncomfortable feeling of being seen through became more and more intense.

He has to admit that among the various emotions that flashed briefly before, the joy and joy of winning this bet is the most vivid among them.

But in this way, his worry and sadness for Xiaolin Yuchai just now seemed a bit hypocritical.

"No, no, you don't need to explain." The man in the top hat chuckled and said in an aria-like voice.

"I can understand, Mr. Ranbu, the thrill and excitement of adrenaline rushing out when dancing on the dangerous blade, the sense of peace of mind after brushing away from death, and the victory of breaking through obstacles The joy that fills your heart at that moment is more addictive than anything, isn't it?"

After being called by the other party's name, Edogawa Ranpo's expression did not fluctuate. He stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and looked coldly at this gentleman of unknown age: "You are The lord that Kobayashi Yuchai mentioned? What is the relationship between John and you?"

Professor Moriarty likes smart people. He nodded with a smile and said, "As expected of Mr. Ranbu who let John voluntarily jump, he is indeed very powerful."

When he said these words of praise, he didn't hesitate at all: "I am John's teacher, you can call me...Professor Moriarty."

Joshua has already checked, and Arthur Conan Doyle, who created Professor Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, two famous detectives and crime kings who have swept the world in this world, did not write "Detective Sherlock Holmes". "Case Collection", but a member of the European supernatural organization "Clock Tower Attendants". Of course, his supernatural ability is called [The Lost World TheLostWord], the specific ability is unknown, but after all, he created Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes The author cannot be too careful.

Fortunately, Conan Doyle has a gentle personality and has no interest in doing things in other countries. He can be regarded as reclusive, which made Joshua feel lost for a while—after all, he was actually looking forward to Holmes and Morrie. Professor Artie, I met in this world where literary giants abandon pens and pursue martial arts.

That must be a very interesting picture.

So he put on the vest of Professor Moriarty without hesitation, and came to Yokohama to make trouble.

After all, in this world, Yokohama can be said to be the well-deserved center of the world.

"Did you let Kobayashi Yuchai lure me here on purpose, just to avenge John?"

Edogawa Ranpo's eyes froze, and he looked at Professor Moriarty very unkindly.

"What do you take human life for?!"

"This is not a personal grievance, it's just a simple test."

"As for what I regard human life as...of course it is 'life', my child."

Professor Moriarty didn't mind Ranpo Edogawa's hostility, he said with a smile.

"Heavy, painful, joyful, seeking justice, yearning for relief, and full of desires, this is life. Please don't get me wrong, Mr. Ranbu, I am not behind the scenes."

Professor Moriarty, who was just defending himself like this, of course couldn't get Edogawa Ranpo's understanding gaze.

"I never do those troublesome things. At best, I just provide my advice in consultation for those whose lives are full of troubles and despair."

"As for whether to do it or not, the choice is in their hands."

Professor Moriarty shrugged, looking helpless.

"It's a pity that most of those people have made their own decisions and awareness, and it's not something a bystander like me can interfere with."

"You're making excuses." Ranpo Edogawa calmly pointed out Professor Moriarty's cunning and ambiguous key points.

"Without your advice, they would have done far less 'evil' and 'harm'—"

"You just deliberately forced them into a desperate situation where they had to lose their lives!"

"That's a harsh accusation, my boy."

Professor Moriarty watched Edogawa Ranpo with admiration, and even poured a cup of tea on the table and pushed him over.

I don't know when it started, this place seemed to be isolated from the world, and even the whining night wind disappeared without a trace.

In the place opposite to Professor Moriarty, a very beautiful chair appeared. Even though Ranpo Edogawa hated the sudden appearance of Professor Moriarty, he had to admit that no matter in terms of workmanship or design, It can be said to be a dream chair.

"Sit down." Professor Moriarty raised his chin as a gesture.

"I never forced them to make a choice. I provided all the branch options I calculated, including the price they had to pay. It was clear at a glance, and they were innocent. But they made a choice and thought it was the best solution, that's all .”

"Anyone whose hands are stained with blood will eventually be stained with sin and fall into hell... But Mr. Ranbu, this world is already hell for them, so it doesn't make any difference whether they fall or not?"

"you--"

Edogawa frowned indiscriminately, and was about to refute, but was stopped by Professor Moriarty's soft hiss.

"Hush... Ranbu-kun, compared to these people, you should have something more important, you want to ask me, right?"

"...John's death, is it your plan?"

Although there was a sense of sluggishness when he first opened his mouth, what came out of those words was Edogawa Ranpo's anger towards Moriarty and his pain at John's death.

"You were there that night too? Why didn't you stop John?"

Obviously, the barrier that prevented Fukuzawa Yukichi from following Edogawa Ranpo this time was made by Professor Moriarty—or it came from his subordinates, which proves that the self-proclaimed Mr. John The man is also present.

Jiang Chuan Luanpo has never felt so clear-headed before, his voice is calm and cold, and while he was talking, he calmly pulled the chair and sat down.

Professor Moriarty in front of him is a more dangerous, erratic, and trickier figure than John, so he must concentrate and improve his concentration.

"Well...why don't you ask, does John want to be stopped?"

Professor Moriarty sighed regretfully.

The author has something to say: The source of inspiration for the chair comes from Edogawa Ranpo's novel "The Chair in the World", the beginning is quite scary ww

This trick comes from BBC detective Sherlock, which is quite suitable for Moriarty and Ranpo's 2333