Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

after an hour.

Skeletal plug, between Long Yan.

Dazai was dressed in white, standing in the center of the gorgeous collection room isolated from the outside world.

One side of slightly curly black hair was pinned behind the ear, and the young man's handsome face carried a slightly illusory expression, making him less and less like a person in the world.

The iris-colored eyes reflected the brilliance of gemstones.

Dazai quietly watched the red supernatural crystals slowly rotating in thousands of squares, but his eyes seemed to look at the invisible city in the distance through the radiant squares.

There was mist floating in the air, and the melody of the Passion of Matthew came from afar, echoing through the door like a hallucination.

He was the only one in the empty collection room.

Not long ago, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko left to deal with the visitors below.

Dazai thought casually - the movement is not too big, probably not Chuya, nor Ton-kun.

In short, Bai Qilin looked forward with joy to finding the most special ability he had been thinking about among today's visitors.

However, what he didn't know was that he had already become a wisp of undead under that ability.

The thoughts, merits and demerits of the deceased can only be judged by future generations.

The same is true for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who is a dead person.His desire to achieve, in fact, no one cares.

And the dark manipulator, the demon Fyodor, claimed that in order to grasp the situation of the battle, he also left soon, and seemed to be completely at ease, leaving him, a superhuman with the ability to nullify, here.

The space not far away suddenly burst into light, and red rhombic crystals slowly appeared from the void.

When the light dissipated, it was suspended in the center of the square like all other gemstones, and the cut surface shone with dazzling fire.

——Somewhere in Yokohama, another supernatural person died.

Dazai withdrew his gaze, walked slowly up and down the circular collection room, like a tourist in an exhibition hall.

Just like the girl's reasoning based on video data during her vacation, Fyodor manipulated the data provided to Tatsuhiko Shibusawa to collect a large number of super attack Sexual abilities.

Most of them are probably also extremely vicious.Even though the supernatural power has been crystallized, the stench of the corpse still lingers.

In front of a red gem that didn't seem to have any difference from other abilities, the young man in white stopped in his tracks.

"Can it swallow all the supernatural powers in the space where the fusion is located?"

With some curiosity, Dazai laughed, "Can you also swallow the disqualification in the world?"

He stretched out his hand and took out the power crystal from the square.

When he opened his palm again, the shell attached to Long Yan had been eliminated.

The crystal turned into a ball of bright light, rising from the palm, floating in the air, beating like a human heart.

There were slight abnormal noises from all around.

All the supernatural crystals in the storage room, as if they felt the call, emerged from the storage box, shot towards the center of the light, and then were swallowed up.

The air flow surged like a vortex, and the hem of the long coat draped over the shoulders fluttered in the sound of the wind.

The sound of crushing and breaking came from the center of the light group.

Then it gradually swelled and turned into a round of magnificent colorful scorching sun, with brilliant streamers flashing across its surface.

Dazai sighed boredly with the wonderful and beautiful scene in front of him.

"Can't it be done?"

He curled his lips, "Another unqualified victory in the world...it's really boring."

The young man raised his hand, trying to scatter the ball of light, but a sharp pain came from his back.

"I'm very sorry about that too."

Fyodor, who was holding the handle of the knife, pushed the remaining blade in forcefully, and responded unhurriedly.

After finishing, he raised his head and was about to say something, but the smile froze on his lips.

The dazzling light of the supernatural fusion disappeared at the fingertips.

It was just like a room at noon, but now there are only a few faint rays of light gathered from the bottom of thousands of empty squares.

There was a slight smile on the paper-pale face due to the pain, Dazai withdrew his gaze, and turned his face to look at Fyodor who had plotted against him just now.

"Sure enough, you're still here." He rolled his eyes.

Fyodor looked back at him with a cold smile on his face.

They are well aware of each other's true purpose.

Of course it has nothing to do with what Lane said.

Just as it is impossible for Dazai to believe that he left the stronghold and left the subordinates of the Rat of the Dead House to fend for themselves, he accepted his suggestion and hoped that his subordinates could work hard on their own, he would not believe that Dazai participated in their plan for the sake of Isolate that girl in the fog.

——If she would be deceived by such means, even if the ability is unknown, he would not have always been so afraid of her.

The agreement in Lane is just a springboard.For their respective purposes, no matter what the other party says, it doesn't matter.

Dazai's purpose is to enter the collection room and eliminate the supernatural powers he collected with the help of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

As for him, it was because of the other party's ability—he needed the ability to be unqualified in the world, to release the ability from the crystal state, otherwise, even if Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's collection was in hand, it would be nothing more than a useless showroom.

"You know I'm behind."

What he said was the movement of the young man just now - Dazai had already felt the blade stabbing him, so he turned slightly sideways, avoiding the vital point.

"You can actually escape."

Fyodor frowned slightly, "But even if you are injured, do you still have to eliminate the fusion of abilities?"

"if not?"

Dazai asked with a smile,

"Do you want to give you the fusion of super-aggressive abilities so that you can use WASP-5765 to turn it into an immortal existence and cause chaos in the world?"

"Knowing this, it's impossible to ignore it."

"Knowing that I have medicine on my hand, don't you worry, will I put it on the blade?"

Fyodor asked inexplicably.

"You will not."

Dazai looked determined.

"Because you can't be sure whether the human disqualification in operation will eliminate the effects of supernatural drugs. So this knife, it can't be WASP-5765, which has insufficient margin."

He said calmly, "The best time to use it is only after my death and the loss of qualifications in the world."

Fyodor nodded approvingly.

"You are right."

He raised the corners of his lips and looked at the face of the person in front of him, who suddenly turned pale.

His vision began to blur, Dazai took a staggered step, supported the decorative pillar curled up in the shape of a dragon, and barely stabilized his body.

"I got out of the way."

He lowered his head, sighed, and asked, "So, what kind of poison was applied to the knife?"

"It's a deadly paralyzing toxin."

The young man wrapped in a thick cloak stared at him with grape red eyes, and replied, "Of course I believe, you will avoid it."

"Thank you for the explanation."

Dazai raised his head, his face turned warm.

Seeing Fyodor's surprised gaze, he gestured to the empty bottle in his hand, "Antidote."

"I also have great confidence in you. Of course, I have to take some precautions in advance."

Dazai raised his eyebrows, "I don't want to be like Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who is already dead but still wanders around the world like a ghost with supernatural powers."

"If you go to the side of death, you should sleep peacefully."

"But it's a pity, your knife just made me hurt a bit."

Dazai smiled slightly, "And you have no chance to let me take another knife unprepared."

"And, I also lost all the supernatural powers I collected, didn't I?"

Even though he stated the fact that he was almost completely defeated, Fyodor still didn't show much displeasure, and the emotion on his face was not even as obvious as when he saw the hat thrown on the ground two days ago.

He even sighed: "It's really wonderful."

"You really saw through my plan."

"Yes, I want to use the immortal supernatural life form to cause turmoil in the world."

He was outspoken.

The holy melody of the mass is hovering in the sky, and the eyes of the young people are disgusted and pitiful:

"Since the emergence of abilities, disputes have never ceased, but people regard them as treasures."

"Human beings are sinful and extremely stupid. So I don't understand—you who hate this world, why do you do this?"

"I hate this world..."

Dazai was slightly taken aback, and then showed a little understanding.

"Indeed, this is a world full of dull, hopeless things, and it's not surprising that you would think that way."

"You once said that we are the same kind."

"However, there is only one thing, I am different from you." He chuckled lightly, "The mouse hiding around must have never seen the moonlight, right?"

——Gentle and quiet, stable and calm.Moonlight that makes you want to smile just by looking at it.

"Do you want to say that there are still beautiful things in this world?"

Fyodor looked at him, shook his head, "So what?"

But the other party's idea is now very clear.

——It turns out that their views are fundamentally completely opposite.

Not intending to continue the meaningless conversation, Fyodor showed a somewhat indifferent expression.

"You did eliminate all the abilities here."

He said flatly, "However, as long as Long Yan is still there, I can still collect the abilities I need."

"I have plenty of time and patience."

His gaze fell behind Dazai, "And you—go to the dream of death and look for your moonlight."

In the light mist there, a figure quietly emerged.

Sensing the surge of air behind him, the young man turned his head, a look of surprise appeared on his face for the first time.

"This--!"

The figure with the same appearance as Fyodor smiled, and a short silver blade shone in its hand.

"Yes, I did not take back the ability."

Like a mirror image, the devil also showed the same smile.

"I do not need."

He said softly, "Because crime and punishment are close friends."

The blade struck Dazai's neck.

The dazzling cold light can almost pierce the dark and frozen air in the storage room.

However, what was faster than the knife light was the sudden sound of gunfire in the room.

The red gemstone on the back of the superhuman figure's hand suddenly shattered.After stagnating in the air for a moment, it finally returned to Fyodor's body in scattered streams of light.

"——Then congratulations, you have become closer to your friends."

In the middle of the door that opened at some time, the girl raised her gun and said calmly.