The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

I don't know what the trio of Hong Kong and Hei have been up to lately.

Whether it's Dazai, Odasaku, or Ango, it's been a while since I've been to Lupin's bar.

As if in a condition.

And most importantly, the three-flowered cat who always paced in the door at night, jumped onto the bar and curled up to take a nap has also disappeared for a long time.

Because I came to this bar to learn bartending as a hobby, and the main purpose is to masturbate.

Now that the owner of the cat is not here, the time in the ghost killing team's world has almost passed, and I am going back soon, there is naturally no need to continue working here.

Moreover, the owner of the bar also reminded me that Yokohama is not peaceful recently, and after learning that I have no intention of staying here, he settled the wages in advance.

Not only that, but before he left, he told Shiratori like an old father that every little girl, especially a girl like her who looks weak at first glance, should not go out at night from now on.

Probably because Odasaku seems to be busy with work in Hong Kong and Hei in the past few weeks, and he doesn't care about coming here for a small gathering at night and picking up the girl back by the way, the bar owner is still a little uneasy.

Bai * looks weak at first glance * Bird: "..."

In fact, there is really no need.jpg

As for Odasaku, he is obviously a low-level employee who is sometimes dragged to clean the entrance of the Hong Kong and Hei Building or mediate neighborhood disputes, why is he suddenly so busy...

Although I don't know the specific situation very well, I heard from Mr. Ranpo that a foreign organization called mimic appeared in Yokohama, which caused quite a commotion.

Perhaps it was because of this that both Odasaku and Dazai became busy in an instant.

I don't know much about these, but I always feel that something big is going to happen.

Perhaps the things that make the system hesitant and worried are hidden here.

It's just that whenever I want to ask Oda Tsukuru about the situation to show my concern for Hong Kong and the people and concern about world affairs in Yokohama, my old father will always give me a skillful answer as if he treated me like a child. Touching the head to kill, saying something like "This is not something you should worry about Shiratori, you should just play in the mud."

Of course I said the last half of the sentence.

But still very unconvinced.

what to do.

Obviously, there is not much difference between me and Dazai, right?

Why did you automatically classify me into the ranks of Kosuke Sakure and those little devils?

Alas, mentioning Dazai... let alone Dazai.

Although that guy always looked like he was joking and not being serious and not feeling nervous, he should be particularly easy to talk, but his tone was very strict.

The difficulty of obtaining information from him is estimated to be comparable to obtaining the size and color of the pants worn by the employer today from the mouth of a professional spy.

As for my friend, Mr. Ango, who built a relationship through talking about it...

It's a pity that these social animals seem to have evaporated in the past few days, and there is not even a speck of water vapor left.

I guess he worked overtime in the office until it was dark and dark, day and night, right?

Alas, understand understand.

Social animals, there are always five or six days in a week that will be like this!

Let's talk about Mr. Ranpo I mentioned earlier.

That's right, his full name is Edogawa Ranpo. In this world, he is a little detective who has a detective feel from his appearance to his identity.

Currently working as a leader in a detective agency.

The identity of Mr. Ranpo is not very unexpected to me. After all, this man is known as the father of neon detective mystery novels in reality.

So much so that the first time I saw the other party's outfit in the dessert shop, I assured the system in my heart that he must be Edogawa Ranpo.

How I got to know this baby-faced detective with a sweet tooth starts with the fight for the last limited-edition dessert on the display case—

At that time, in order to grab the last piece of coffee jelly on the day of sale for the little girl Saku Le, Shiratori almost failed to successfully scratch the two cat and bird battles with Ranpo Edogawa.

After stealing the scene of an elementary school student wearing red bowknot glasses and a suit, and almost simultaneously identifying the murderer behind a murder case that happened across the street, they vowed to compete to obtain the ownership of the coffee jelly. He ran to the door in a mighty way and prepared to fight to the death by whack-a-mole.

System: Sober up, how old are you? ?

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At that time.

Just when the two of us thought we were going to decide the final outcome, and saw the dawn of dessert Cammy...

The last piece of coffee jelly was calmly bought by a pink-haired high school student passing by.

gone! ? ?

Just when the two of us who were occupied by the victory and defeat realized that the situation was not good, and the united front immediately chased after us, we found that the high school student wearing strange fluorescent sunglasses disappeared in an instant.

I:? ? ?

Are paper people turning their heads popular nowadays?

Not getting that coffee jelly is giving me a bit of a headache.

After all, it is a limited-edition dessert that the little guy at home has been thinking about for a long time.

If you don't buy it back smoothly, you may be in trouble.

If you want to coax, you don't know how much time it will take.

Life is not easy, my sister sighed.

On the other side, Edogawa Ranpo naturally seemed quite unwilling.

I saw him walking towards me with the biggest strides, with a visibly angry face on his whole face.

One hand was put into the pocket, and the gesture was like pulling out a gun and aiming it at my forehead like in the movie in the next second.

Just when I was hesitating whether to pull out the Sun Wheel Knife to confront him, he...

He took out a pair of plain old-fashioned glasses.

I:……?

What is this secret weapon disguised as glasses?

While I was in a daze, I saw Edogawa Ranpo saying fiercely, "Look at Ranpo-sama, you can see through ten pieces of dark history in your past in one second!!!", while stomping his feet and talking to the elementary school students. Angry as hell, he put on his glasses.

Before I could complain, "This guy's ability is to see through other people's black history, is he weird... no, is he cheating?", the boy looked at the grass green eyes that were about to burst into flames, and suddenly calmed down down.

And... quickly turned complicated.

The speed of the change caught me off guard, without a trace of excess.

"?"

I swallowed nervously and even took a step back.

My brain quickly began to search for my dark history that can make people become silent and tearful like now.

Just as I was counting the No.20 three pieces of black history that might have produced this effect, a young man standing some distance away suddenly approached me and patted me on the shoulder.

Then, I saw him hold the paper bag in his arms like a baby for a long time, including the snacks and desserts that almost covered the entire street, and stuffed them all into my arms.

"While there is still time, eat all the delicious food."

After dropping such an inexplicable remark, he walked away without looking back.

"...?"

Afterwards, Shiratori, who realized something was wrong, grabbed the system and asked what happened.

After the girl tortured her to extract a confession, she learned that in order to let the identity of "Shiratori" completely leave this world after a limited time, she will die of illness a week later.

Therefore, from the perspective of Edogawa Ranpo just now, Shiratori at this time is already in a state of terminal illness and dying.

Edogawa*Bian Que*Ranbu: It can't be saved.wait to die.Farewell.jpg

Shiratori: ...

This system can no longer be used, let's burn it.

After this little episode, every time I visit a nearby store or sweet shop and encounter Edogawa Ranpo, the latter will take the initiative to jump over when he sees me, like an elementary school student sharing snacks and forcefully stuffing various foods into my hands.

And enthusiastically and solemnly, Amway has eaten snacks and cakes that have not stepped on thunder.

Although there is always some subtle guilt, it is also through Mr. Ranpo that I got to know Miss Yosano Akiko in this world, and——President Fukuzawa Yukichi who likes cats like me.

It's just that when facing the president directly, there is always a sense of sight when you are face to face with ten thousand yuan banknotes...

Another ordinary sunny day.

This is my last day in Yokohama.

To be precise, there are less than 12 hours before I should completely withdraw from this world.

At this time, I was enjoying the last peaceful time, leaning against the table, located on the first floor of the western restaurant, chatting with the boss.

Because of the fact that I had commissioned an investigation by an armed detective agency before, and thanks to Ranpo-san's super reasoning ability.

The bloody events in recent days, including the ins and outs of the turmoil caused by mimic, the premeditation of the Hong Kong and black leader Mori Ogai, and the sneak attack that will happen next, I will keep you informed.

At this moment, I can't help but sigh.

Mr. Ranpo, God forever!

Super reasoning, super easy to use! !

It is much easier to use than a system that has many restrictions and has long been reduced to a navigation app

System: Hello#!

"Did Xiaobai decide to leave Yokohama tonight?" The boss brought out a bowl of curry and put it in front of me. "It's really not easy to recall the previous memories."

I nodded in response, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Pick up the spoon you have at hand, and quickly stir the sauce and some rice into your mouth.

Well, sure enough, the plain original curry rice with nothing added is the best.

From the roof of the building, there were children laughing and playing, and the sound of footsteps chasing each other quickly back and forth.

"Oh, it's quite sudden, I can't bear to part with you child," the uncle who sounded like a family member in his ear was still rambling, "When you go back, you must remember to visit me often..."

"Oda Saku will definitely miss you too, the little ones will have to make trouble again then."

"Hey, I come back often. Uncle makes curry for you..."

Before the words fell, the boss's voice was overwhelmed by the noise of breaking into the door.

At the door, strangely dressed ghost-like teams lined up.

"Who are you? What do you want to do!?"

Suddenly regaining consciousness, while the boss was panicking and protecting the girl behind him, from the corner of his eyes, he saw an unsheathed long sword in the latter's hand.

"shot."

The moment before the other party's order was issued, the girl whose figure had already disappeared in place went up to meet the pointing points of dozens of guns...

After a long time, the expected intensive gunshots never sounded, and Yosano Akiko went downstairs carrying a hatchet and surrounded by trembling children.

The oldest, Kosuke, covered the eyes of the youngest, Sakile. The boys just saw this fierce sister deal with five bad guys who came in through the window and wanted to catch them.

"Miss Shiratori, are you an angel?!"

The excited short-haired girl kicked a half-dead mimic member on the ground, looking at a room full of free "materials" at her disposal, and couldn't stop the gradually rampant expression on her face.

Xingsuke and others: ... so scary QAQ.

This young lady is the real black hand. Party!

Their father is just false Mafia!

"Miss Xie Ye, you... control yourself a little bit."

I helped my forehead to stop Miss Akiko who wanted to do an impromptu human dissection on the spot, and saw Mr. Ranpo just bouncing towards me.

In his hand, he still held a rough snack and a game console that he had snatched from someone who didn't know.

"What's going on on the other side?" I asked him.

"Where is the white-haired uncle?" He fiddled with the game buttons absently, "The pink-haired facial paralysis said he would take care of it, so don't worry about it."

"Ah."

I nodded, and begged the boss who had been wandering away from the situation with a dumbfounded face since just now:

"A friend is coming later, can you make more coffee jelly like last time?"

——Since the last time Sakule argued that he had to eat it, the boss served it himself.

It tastes amazing.

Before he could answer, we heard a soft slam of the bag behind us.

It's Odasaku.

The bag he used to hold snack toys fell to the ground, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

"what happened?"

When Yosano Akiko and Edogawa Ranpo saw a stranger coming, they raised their hands perfunctorily as a greeting, and then they should dissect the anatomy (bushi), and play games when they should play games.

And I, looking at the "corpses" and mess piled up in a room, continued to eat the remaining curry rice while it was hot.

"It's just... a little episode in ordinary daily life?"

perhaps.