Social animals don't deserve love

"Akiko is gone too, and the phone can't be connected." I went to the window to peek out, and the neon lights were faintly visible in the mist, as if everything was still, and even the whistle of the giant ship that Yokohama people had long been accustomed to heard was barely audible.

It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the road, and with this fog, there were no cars.

Mr. Ranpo tried several times but failed to get through to the president's phone number. The two of us glanced at each other, and in unison, we raised the phone again.This time I called Naomi, and Ranpo called Kirako, and they were connected quickly.

Qi Luozi was sleeping soundly at home, when she was suddenly awakened by the ringing of the phone and was at a loss: "Mr. Ranpo? Has something happened to the detective agency?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally pressed the wrong button." He hung up the phone, and I was still talking to Naomi.

Naomi was worried because her brother disappeared suddenly in the middle of the night, and I asked her to come out of the dormitory and knock on other people's doors.The girl did so, and quickly reported back: "Everyone is gone!"

"It's okay, it's just a phenomenon of supernatural powers, Junichiro will be back soon, don't be afraid. Go back to the room and lock the door, and don't come out again tonight." I hung up the phone, frowning.

No, it's not that everyone has disappeared, but that the "persons with different abilities" have disappeared.Similarly, in their eyes, ordinary people like us also need to worry about the sudden disappearance.

Close your eyes and meditate, the "book" hidden in the depths of your soul is not abnormal, it is definitely just the effect of a different ability.

"Is there any special ability for people with different abilities?" I think that since there are people with different abilities like Osamu Dazai, the abilities of people with different abilities can probably sort out a strange "food chain", and there must be a "food chain" under limited conditions. Apex Predator".Otherwise, this kind of strange power that is not restricted by rules is distributed everywhere and cannot be controlled, and the real world should have been messed up long ago.

Mr. Ranbu got up and went to the file rack to find a few old documents that were yellowish in color, while checking, he said: "It seems that there are, but those are basically classified in the field of national defense and security, and the detective agency has very few documents. "

During the search process, my mobile phone rang. When I picked it up, I couldn't help but push the call screen in front of Mr. Ranpo in surprise—the call was from Ango Sakaguchi.

Glasses is also a person with supernatural abilities, why can he break through the fog, or is it that my thinking direction is wrong?

After answering the phone, the voice of the glasses was very urgent: "Tell Edogawa Ranpo, it is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, other people with supernatural powers will not be able to provide you with any help before dawn, the Armed Detective Agency has an arsenal of weapons, protect yourself! "

"Where are you?" I clicked on the external release and looked at Mr. Ranpo. He nodded and pointed to the president's office, which meant that the arsenal did exist, just under the president's chair.

"On the plane. Don't worry about me, the signal is not good, I have to hang up, try not to leave the bunker!" The call was cut off, replaced by a series of harsh electronic noises.

Mr. Ranpo stroked his chin: "It turned out to be Shibusawa Tatsuhiko...then this fog and the disappearing people with supernatural powers make sense."

"Just wait here. If you're bored, how about we play poker together? I heard you played well at Sky Casino last time."

He relaxed and fished out a deck of cards from the drawer, brand new and brand new, the plastic wrap still intact.

"I'm not very good at chess and card games..." Seeing him so relieved, I also felt relieved: "How about moving to the president's office to play? It feels safer there."

"Do you want the president to come back from a busy night and see the two of us playing cards so idle? You will be scolded, you will definitely be scolded. Let me tell you, the president is very vicious when he scolds people." , scared you to tears!" Mr. Luanbu thought it was inappropriate.

"But Ango will not mention the arsenal for no reason." I tried to argue, but unfortunately, the young man with squinting eyes said, "Can you use a gun?"

Of course not, how can I use it, it is so heavy that it is difficult to pick it up.I only use a taser at most, and it's only in theory, and I haven't used it once in practice.

"Neither do I, and it's easy to make people stupid." He poured the last bite of potato chips into his mouth and clapped his hands: "Hurry up, hurry up, what are you playing?"

Two people play a deck of poker, I don't know how to play it, isn't it possible to guess what cards the other party has at a glance? What's there to play!

"Use playing cards to build a house of cards? No glue. It just so happens that the deck has not been taken apart, there are no scratches and bends, and there will be no accidents." In this way, you don't have to worry about the gameplay.

Mr. Ranpo thought about it, and felt that the idea was good, so he got up and moved the snacks on his desk to Kenji's desk: "Okay!"

Then we started to study how to make the cards stand up on the smooth table.

After playing for an hour, the base of the house of cards took shape. When we were arguing about how many floors the house should be built and who should go to the 24-hour convenience store downstairs to buy the remaining cards, the door of the office was knocked down from the outside. Kai: "Well-wishers told me that today the Armed Detective Agency doesn't have people with supernatural powers on duty. It's true? How lucky!"

The roving criminal organization seen in the data broke in with a wooden stick in hand, and the leader smashed the stained glass in the reception area with a single shot, and countless debris was scattered on Dazai's favorite sofa on weekdays.

——These people are all finished, they won't see the Yokohama Pikachu event next month.

"Where is the legacy of the group, tell me quickly."

The guy who seems to be the boss has gauze wrapped around his head, and his arms are also hung in a triangular scarf. At this moment, the distinction between appearance and person is particularly cruel.Dazai can always trick the girls outside who don't know the truth to feel sorry for him, and this guy in front of him is also doing the same, it's just like the scene of pig slaughtering before the New Year in the countryside.

So, is this how Dostoevsky intends to force the separation of the "armed" and "detective" of the armed detective agency?But then again, is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko familiar with him?Being able to be dispatched and used so easily...

I glanced at Mr. Ranpo, and I saw him put on his glasses and said to those people: "Well... I do know the legacy of the group. Why don't I take you to get it?"

"Mr. Ranpo!" What kind of legacy does the group have? The white whale was dragged away by the Ministry of Defense, and the whereabouts of other resources are unknown. From the information obtained when sorting out the report, the possibility of going to the black market is so high that there is no other option.If Mr. Ranpo is allowed to leave with these people, it is obvious that he will suffer a big loss given that he is only slightly stronger than me in combat power.

"Brother, last time we met you were different from now, could it be cheating?" The fat leader raised his chin, and a horse boy with a watermelon knife in his hand stepped forward and compared me with a knife: "Come here! "

Okay, I choose to give up, and resisting will only be more undignified.

Raising his hand and walking towards the other party, the fat leader threw a phone to Mr. Luanbu: "You can tell us where those things are on the phone, and when I get them, this woman will be free, how about it? Hahahahahaha Ha ha ha ha!"

"Let go of me! Help! Kidnap!"

Being pushed out of the office door, I yelled all the way, but no one responded in the fog.

The fat chief with the triangular scarf slapped me: "Shut up! Or I'll pull out your nails!"

"You look pretty good, and you must be bossy and domineering at ordinary times, huh? You won't be able to cry until later!"

The more unscrupulous and lawless idiots are, the more troublesome it is for me.Because it is so stupid, so stupid that there is only one muscle in his whole body.

When I was stuffed into the back seat of the van, I was still thinking about how to get out of trouble. Unexpectedly, the van stopped after driving less than a kilometer forward. The fat leader leaned on the passenger window and made the first call to Mr. Luanbu.They bargained for a while, during which I was dragged out of the car and pushed to the camera by a gangster as an important "chip".

"She is fine, have you seen it? If you dare to play tricks, I can't guarantee whether she is fine. My brothers have never seen such a beautiful woman in their life, and everyone wants to fight her Let's be friends!"

My scalp hurt so much that I shut my mouth tightly to prevent myself from making a weak sound.Faced with this kind of scum who is accustomed to bullying the weak with guns, the more weak and submissive they are, the more severe the persecution they will encounter.

After a while they came to an agreement, and the punk who dragged me dragged me by the neck and pushed me to the ground, the dirty cackles mixed with the greasy complaint of "the skirt is too long to see the legs" was interrupted by the sudden sound of sirens in the distance Startle.

It is true that the famous detective is omnipotent.

I want to buy enough snacks for Mr. Ranpo online to last him a lifetime!

Just when they were about to grab me and escape, the white van suddenly exploded by itself and burned violently.

The flames and heat wave illuminated the night in an incredible way. The gangster who came forward to grab me fell to the ground with a bullet in the eyebrow, and his leader and other members of the organization were burned to charcoal in an instant.Before I had time to analyze this scene, I fell into someone's arms filled with ice and coffee smell: "Welcome back to me, lovely lady."

His eyes were covered with his palms, and he could no longer see those scorched and distorted bodies. Behind him, a laughing voice from a good friend from Russia sounded in his ears: "Did these filthy and terrifying scenes scare you? Really made me Worry."

"Why...are you not in the fog?"

The appearance of Dostoevsky made me dare not act rashly, and the chuckle became a little louder, and he still covered my eyes: "Because I have a good friend, he stayed in the fog for me to watch those ridiculous things. Sinners struggle."

"Well, in order to fully express the respect in my heart, I come to greet you in person. Let's go, go to the mouse's den."

Oops, he probably... has already guessed that there is a connection between me and the "book".

The smell of □□ invaded the nose, whether I wanted to or not, I soon lost consciousness.

——I hope my colleagues can get rid of the fog after dawn. As an ordinary person, I probably can't help them much.