The power comes from Chaldea

On the issue of how to deal with the puppet family Dazai Osamu, the process went so smoothly that Mochizuki Chiyo was a little surprised.

Nakahara was also sitting on the locomotive, his cobalt blue eyes were full of determination: "It's okay, just put it somewhere in the port mafia building. Dazai usually lacks a lot of work. It's just right, he can make up for it now." It's made up."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Isn't the direction of this supplementary supplementation a bit incorrect?

It has changed from a normal working method to an existence like a lucky cat. Hey!

It will make other mafia suspect whether the port mafia belongs to the mafia after all!

"Hmm... is it really okay?" Mochizuki Chiyo paused for a moment, but still tried to argue for a few rounds, "After all, it is the result of my supernatural ability, and I should be responsible for unlocking the ability... "

The black-haired girl stared straight at the puppet of Osamu Dazai hanging on the head of the motorcycle, holding Chuya Nakahara's windbreaker and helmet with one hand, her golden eyes were completely captivated by the cute Osamu Dazai in front of her. occupied.

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

No matter what, Osamu Dazai with this appearance really made people feel that he was in a delicate mood.

Nakahara Chuya smiled, determined: "Mr. Mori would be very surprised if he saw Dazai like this. However, it was an unexpected surprise. He said before that Alice wanted to change the decoration of his office, and now it happens to be With Dazai, Mori-san and Alice will be very happy."

He paused, and there was a bit of tenderness in his cobalt blue eyes: "Besides, Dazai hasn't had much rest since the Dragon Head War. Now Mochizuki can slowly think about how to use his This kind of strength can also allow Dazai to take a good rest, it really kills two birds with one stone."

His sincere appearance made Mochizuki Chiyo choke for a moment, not knowing from which angle to continue to argue.

... Chuya Nakahara, why are you so sincere! ?

Although I usually feel that he and Osamu Dazai have an absolute grudge, no, it is obvious that there is a grudge now, but he seems to be very considerate of him! ?

Mochizuki Chiyo was completely convinced by him, and nodded in conviction: "If you say that, it will be troublesome. I'm really sorry... It's because of my inexperience that Mr. Dazai has such an experience for nothing."

Just glanced over, when Mochizuki Chiyo saw Osamu Dazai hanging on the locomotive and still floating wantonly in the wind again, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

So to a certain extent, there are still retaliatory behaviors! ?

Zhong Yuan paused, and raised his hand to pat the black-haired girl on the head: "Then see you tomorrow, Mochizuki."

Mochizuki Chiyo nodded, watched Nakahara Chuya leave, turned around and was about to go back to her dormitory in the Armed Detective Agency, when she suddenly realized——

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Why am I still holding Nakahara Chuya's windbreaker and helmet in my hand! ?

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Forget it, let him wash it and return it tomorrow...

Thinking of this, Mochizuki Chiyo sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to stroke the messy forehead hair, and was about to turn around and go upstairs when he heard a familiar voice.

"Isn't this Chiyo?"

Mochizuki Chiyo turned around, but didn't find the speaker, and didn't answer the question right away.

Because... There was an error in her cognitive system, and she couldn't tell from this sentence whether it was Edogawa Ranpo or Yato who spoke.

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

So why are the voices of the two of you so similar! ?

Even if the pitch is different, the sound quality and timbre are completely carved out of the same mold!

This kind of feeling is like the teacher asked you to sing and record the sound in the vocal music class, and then played it publicly a week later to have a "disqualification in the world".

Oh no, the similarity between these two people seems not to be used as an example of this kind of 'public execution'.

Mochizuki Chiyo remained calm, just standing alone under the light, quietly waiting for the person who spoke to appear from the darkness.

If we actually analyze it, the only things that will appear in this place should be...

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her eyes, the bright golden eyes were not fading under the slightly yellowish light, they were extremely bright and eye-catching.

——Edogawa is out of step.

So this kind of thing...it doesn't count as reasoning at all.

And she will call her Chiyo, so there is only Ranpo.

Not long after, Chiyo Mochizuki, who returned to her job as a detective after a long absence, helplessly raised her forehead.

He poked his head out from the fence on the second floor and waved his hand to greet her with a smile. The boy who looked like a boy with a snack in one hand was none other than Edogawa Ranbububu.

As a result, there was no surprise, Mochizuki Chiyo did not change her face, and refused to admit that she was the one who wavered just now.

"Luanbu, you still haven't slept so late?"

She and Nakahara Nakaya drove all the way back from Tokyo. Although Yokohama is very close to Tokyo, it took a while, and it was already around 1 o'clock in the morning.

Edogawa Ranpo raised his hand, made a slight booing gesture, and said in a low voice: "It's Ranpo-sama's snack time now, Mochizuki should keep his voice down too, we can't let the president know."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...?

As expected of you, Luanbu!

Edogawa tiptoed down the stairs, and sat on the bench in front of the Detective Agency's dormitory with Mochizuki Chiyo.

The black-haired young man with slightly curly hair was biting a delicious stick, wearing an ancient pajamas, with a pair of clogs hanging on his feet, as if... no, he just woke up from a sleep.

He sat lazily on the bench, his legs were completely relaxed, and his speech became a little vague because of the delicious food: "Chiyo, is there no problem with your body? I heard that you were hospitalized in Tokyo. That explosion was really terrible, the whole mansion was wiped out."

Mochizuki Chiyo nodded thoughtfully, turned her head sideways to look at Edogawa Ranpo, her bright golden eyes just met Ranpo's calm green eyes like a lake.

Mochizuki Chiyo: "Ranbu really knows everything. I ran out of the hospital secretly. Because of some problems, if I don't explore it myself, it will always be like looking at flowers in a fog."

"Hmm." Edogawa tilted his head in disorder, he looked innocent without glasses, "But Mochizuki also knows that the answer is indeed in front of you."

Mochizuki Chiyo blinked, turned her head and stopped looking at Edogawa Ranpo, and looked up at the black night sky.

…In fact, the night sky is not black. With the development of modernization, the sky is more or less smudged by the lights of the city, and various colors other than black have begun to be mixed.

"Hmm... What you said, Ranpo, is indeed true."

What had been snatched from that book had indeed told her most of the story.

Mochizuki Chiyo slowly closed her eyes, as if the memory that was poured into her mind at that moment appeared in her mind again.

——The world is originally a cage of gods, and all life is a puppet in the cage. The gods who manipulate the strings wantonly control their fate, but they still cannot break the cage.

Maybe there are a few blessed human beings who can glimpse the scenery outside the cage, but the thread of fate is not so easy to be cut off.

The change of fate you think is just another direction of the story regulated by the gods.

The world, however, has never changed much.

only……

The black-haired girl opened her eyes again, and the blue-eyed young man next to her was munching on fried snacks. It was not the first time she had done this skillfully.

And in the bright golden eyes, the countless stars in the sky are once again reflected.Different from the calm sky in reality, the rotation speed of the stars in the girl's eyes seemed to be accelerated a lot, forming circular arc-shaped lines round and round.

But Mochizuki Chiyo also felt that as long as she wanted, she could control the trajectory of each star at any time.

This feeling of dominating everything is too easy to be addicted to.

It's just that the obviously incomplete memory also told her... I don't know when, this world... has been abandoned by the gods.

——This is an abandoned cage theater.

Mochizuki Chiyo: "Ranpo thinks that the butterfly effect was originally changed because of people's efforts, or is it destined that you will become the changer by fate?"

Edogawa Ranpo thought very seriously, crumpling the plastic bag on his hands into a ball.

"Well, it's not only fate, but also the choice of human beings." He stood up from the bench unsteadily, pinched the garbage in his hand and looked around, "Even if the result of fate cannot be changed, the way to achieve the result, but There are thousands of them~"

As soon as he finished his speech like a philosophy book, he jumped up and down because he saw the trash can in the next second: "I found it! Oh, I am really worried. Fortunately, the president didn't give the trash can to you. Hide~"

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...?

Originally, she was still a little immersed in Edogawa Ranpo's words, savoring them carefully, but now she was pulled away instantly.

She couldn't help the desire to spew out of her heart.

"Compared to the trash can! Isn't it the problem of eating snacks at one o'clock in the morning? Ranpo!" Mochizuki Chiyo got up angrily, and grabbed Edogawa Ranpo's shoulder, "Go and brush my teeth, you!!! "

Edogawa tilted his head in disorder.

"Ah, so this is what Chiyo is worried about." He patted her hand with a smile, his eyes naturally curved into a line because of the smile, making his already immature face even younger, "Don't worry, don't worry. , Ranpo-sama has a lot of experience. If the president finds out because of tooth decay, then the loss outweighs the gain.”

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

This man is really experienced.

Watching the experienced Edogawa Ranpo finish brushing his teeth and go back to the room, Mochizuki Chiyo covered her face and let out a long sigh before standing up and deciding to go back to the room.

"It's Mochizuki."

? !

The black-haired girl turned her head, her pupils dilated slightly in surprise, and standing in front of her was Fukuzawa Yukichi.

The man seemed to have just returned from a walk, still wearing his usual kimono, and calmly greeted Mochizuki Chiyo, it was no surprise that she appeared here at this time.

He only asked, "Ranbu brushed your teeth."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

From this situation analysis——

Chaos!Your stealing plan has obviously been known to the president a long time ago, hey!