Head of Chaldea

Even if Mori Ogai offered a reward, in order to expand the scope of influence as much as possible, he still needs a few days.

In the past few days, Barbatos's surveillance has begun to bear fruit, and Moriarty has destroyed a private smuggling channel, which can be regarded as a favor sold to the port Mafia.

"Although wicked people have various ways of doing things, you can't believe everything you say, but you can't completely disbelieve it. The most important thing is to get rid of the cocoons."

He said, the waitress put on the wet towel for cleaning hands, and the British gentleman thanked her for being well-bred, and then wiped every part of his fingers and palms meticulously. He was obviously sitting in the coffee shop on the ground floor of the office building, but that feeling But it seemed to be wiping away some blood that didn't exist.

Fujimaru Tachika picked up the coffee and exclaimed, "As expected of a crime professor."

The man who made a big fuss at the publishing house after his manuscript was rejected once said that he would make the publishing house regret it, but it was just a sentence, and no suspicious signs were found in the building, and no one cared.

Who would have thought that there is something tricky in the drainage system under the office building?

Osamu Dazai had already told Fujimaru Tachika when he was on the rooftop that Mori Ogai's eyeliner was watching them and the group, and if they wanted to follow the vine, the best candidates fell on a few demon gods.

Moriarty's side was busy with foreign affairs, and Holmes did not give up too much.He has been staying with Edogawa Ranpo these days, and seems to be collecting some clues.

Occasionally, I can hear a few words written, which seem to be related to the small pipe commission that Ranbu received that day. A certain important person has lost an extremely valuable thing and is searching for it.

However, great detectives are good everywhere, but they don't like to tell the whole story, or don't speak at all, and then enjoy others' guessing.

Fujimaru Tatsuka felt that even if he went to ask, he would not be able to ask anything, so it is better to be a hands-off shopkeeper. He has already expressed his position that he wants to be a rice bug who enjoys the benefits.

When the rewards came out, the Armed Detective Agency also had a wave of excitement.

"Huh? Mr. Fujimaru actually wants to offer a reward to that devil? Or with the port mafia..." Atsushi Nakajima was so surprised that he forgot that he was pouring hot water and accidentally splashed it on his fingers. He sucked his fingertips in pain, ambiguous Qingdao, "But last time it wasn't...?"

"Dun Jun, you have to understand one thing." Luanbu raised a finger, asking the white-haired boy to listen to him carefully.

"Mmmm."

"Can you resist an atomic bullet with your powers?" he asked.

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head on the spot.

Ranpo spread the paper in his hand again: "In the face of absolute force, in fact, what we can do is extremely limited. What's more, it was not the gravity user of the port mafia, nor us, but Fujimaru himself who stopped everything at that time. "

Fujimaru Tachika pushed the door open and came in, holding a few pre-sale coupons for desserts, excitedly said: "Mr. Ranpo—"

"Well, it's decided! I reject this commission," he handed the reward paper to Atsushi Nakajima, dressed himself again, and took the pre-sale ticket as he passed by Fujimaru Tatsuka. "In one case, there is a A detective is enough, well, the reward for rejection is three coupons, I have already received it~!"

Atsushi Nakajima heard the young man with black hair and blue eyes murmur, "It's exactly what Holmes said."

"To sum up, the candidates for this participation are just a few of you." Fujimaru Tateka sat at the head of the long table, with his hands folded together, his hair covered his eyes, casting a shadow.

There were three people sitting on both sides of the long table, namely Osamu Dazai, Moriarty and Holmes.Above the long table was the King of Humans floating, holding a bucket of soy sauce senbei and gnawing on it.

"I didn't expect you to invite me. In your opinion, am I the kind of person who will take revenge?" Osamu Dazai stretched his waist.

He laughed: "You can also quit now, we have two choices."

Just leaning back slightly, all the scenery on the table was caught in the kite-colored eyes. Osamu Dazai spread his hands and said in a helpless tone: "Oh, this lineup is really terrible. You can see the demons deflated on the spot." , there may not be a second such pleasant thing in this life."

"Then it's settled," Fujimaru Tateka looked around and reported a relatively conservative number, "Can I see Dostoevsky within three days?"

There is a priority in hearing the truth, there is a specialization in art, and every cause has its effect. Your retribution is me, Dostoevsky!

In fact, it didn't take three days.

On the first day, from early in the morning, the leader of the small underground organization crawled up to Fujimaru Tachika with snot and tears, saying that he had done as he said, and could he not make those things public.

Fujimaru Rika: ?

He opened the special Chaldean terminal, logged on to Merlin's interdimensional website, and typed the question in the chat room.

I'm a mature adult: what did you do?

Are you disqualified in the world: (smiling face expression)

Crime Tome: (smiley face emoticon)

This is common sense, dear: (smiling expression)

In addition, the name of Sherlock Holmes's chat room was tampered with by Da Vinci himself, and it also received a five-point praise from Moriarty.

The next day, Fujimaru Tatsuka went to meet a young man who was said to be from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. He wore round glasses and had a strict demeanor.

It seemed that Ango Sakaguchi had just finished working overtime, his eyes were dark, he went to the vending machine to buy a bottle of refreshing drink, and then sat on the bench by the street.

There are a large number of such benches on the pedestrian street, and most of them are two pieces put together back to back.

"Dazai-kun doesn't want to say what he is doing, but just let me come to see you." Ango Sakaguchi held the drink can and covered his lips and said, "What is he doing, not only us, but also the intelligence agencies in Europe. It only took a day to be shaken once."

He realized that his tone was a little eager, and added a sentence at the end, "I'm sorry."

Fujimaru Tachika: "...he's probably the cheese on the mousetrap."

Ango Sakaguchi: "...?"

That night, Fujimaru Tateka saw a complete mousetrap, a complete cheese, and a complete mouse.

He didn't know how the four of them managed to catch Dostoevsky, but this feeling that you can get what you want is too dangerous, and if you don't pay attention, you will be addicted to it and can't extricate yourself.

The church is a bit dilapidated, and the ground has been polished and cleaned by believers all year round. The moonlight penetrates the colorful windows on the top, and the gorgeous colors are projected on the ground, which also illuminates the young man who is slowly kneading the strings in front of the cross.Dostoevsky's face was as calm as water, but the strings in his hand made a dull sound.

His knowledge of musical instruments is quite good, and he had experienced it once in Leibo Street last time.

Except for Osamu Dazai sitting in front of the piano on the stage, the detective and the professor were on the benches on both sides,

The people present did not speak, and Fujimaru Tachika was also happy to shut up. He sat next to Getia, and the two chatted in the magic circuit connected to each other. The King of People directly pointed out that it was Anthony Dvorak's "New World Symphony".

This adagio didn't last long, because the thick resonance of the piano disturbed Dostoevsky's performance, so that he had to put down the bow and temporarily turned his gaze to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai was also polite, and directly played a piece of Beethoven's sonata called "The Hunt", and then changed the tune to Tchaikovsky's "August: Song of the Harvest".

Fujimaru Tatsuka tilted his head, he thought, this must have been directly on Dostoevsky's face.

The young man who lacked color raised his eyebrows, and changed the direction of the bow in his hand. After a few notes on the piano, his expression suddenly changed, and he chose another song according to Osamu Dazai's selection, "Funeral March" composed by the same author .

Fujimaru Rika:  …

Fujimaru Tachika: You guys are actually scolding each other!

Compared with Dostoyevsky, Osamu Dazai plays the piano in a careless manner, and the keystrokes are careless, but they just get stuck at the end of the phrase of the cello. If one is not handled well, the whole piece will collapse. , The troubled mind is clearly revealed.

At this time, the clear violin joined the battle.

Under the colorful windows, Holmes stands calmly, his posture is impeccable, and the clear first note makes the young man who is fighting against Osamu Dazai look surprised and admiring.

Classical music fills the majestic church, and the structure similar to an opera hall makes the sound of the piano more lingering for people to linger on.

If Gaetia's explanation was not in his ears, Tachika Fujimaru might really start to appreciate the battle between musical instruments.

Holmes just drew a few main melodies from Bach's "Don't Be Afraid", and stopped when the Russian was lost in thought.

As a result, Moriarty on the other side also stood up, holding the viola between his fingers, and sang "Once Again, Idiot" to Holmes.After a brief phrase, he turned to the young man under the cross, and the sound of the piano was like crying—"Stay, it's getting dark".

Dostoevsky was quite polite, and after this cantata, he provoked another cantata. The cello played "Where Should I Flee" with seven points of jokes and three points of temptation.

Moriarty replied on viola: "Don't Ask."

Holmes was obviously not so direct, he chose "Sleep".

Osamu Dazai happily played "Tears" and "In the Dark Hell".

Dostoevsky shrugged his shoulders, pointed his bow in the direction of the piano, the strings moved slightly, and dedicated a piece of "I have nothing to say to you".

Unexpectedly, the piano became happier, and answered with "Don't say a word, my friend".

Dazai played the last passage impassionedly, and ended it neatly. Fujimaru Tachika didn't know whether he should stand up and call bravo according to the rules, or praise them for their brilliant performance first.

It wasn't until Barbatos and other demon gods covered Dostoevsky's figure with an inherent barrier that there were more conversations at the scene.

"It seems that there are many things behind this." Dazai Osamu let out a cry, stood up and stretched his waist.

Fujimaru Tachika could only hear them swearing and swearing back and forth with classical music, and found no clues about the incident he mentioned.

"Let me go with you to the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai-kun." Holmes picked up his pipe again, and then took it off again. "It's not polite to go to see them smelling of cigarettes."

Seeing their seriousness, Fujimaru Tateka knew that this was not a place to talk, so they disbanded in place tacitly.

Although it was night, the Armed Detective Agency was brightly lit.After all the members received the news, no matter where they were, they hurried back.

Fukuzawa Yukichi sat at the table with his arms folded and his eyes closed, with a calm demeanor that no one could ignore.The members who arrived first were silent, waiting for the last member.

The arrival of Holmes obviously brought some shock to the others. Fukuzawa Yukichi first looked at Ranpo, and after seeing him nodding, he said to the two of them, "Please sit down."

This time the speaker was not Doppo Kunikida, Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka exchanged glances.

"All the people are here, let's start our business," Ranpo pushed his glasses, commanding, "Kunikida-kun, give me a blank notebook, and take off your shirt."

Kunikida immediately agreed, and began to follow suit: "Oh, ok...wait, huh!?"

Others: "What?"

The lights of Yokohama were as usual, quiet and distant.But once on a high floor, the brilliance of those civilizations seems to be in the hands of all, at your fingertips.

In the reception room, the screen flickered.

In the most fortified room of the mafia at the port, the devil was wearing a white restraint uniform, guarded by two members of Chaldea.

"This is really..." Mori Ogai sat on the sofa, propping his forehead with one hand, the light from the screen only lit up half of his face, and there was a hale and hearty light in his eyes covered by shadows, "Unexpected, Fujimaru-kun. "

Fujimaru Tatsuka waved his hand quickly, with a hint of distress in his tone: "Don't dare, my subordinates are too capable, so I said that I want Dostoevsky, no, I caught him. "

"Then what are you going to do with him next, Lixiang-kun. I remember that Chaldea didn't buy any other assets in Yokohama except for the publishing house, eh." The man's figure paused, and he suddenly smiled Roubuxiao brought this to the extreme, even Zhongyuan Zhongye, who was standing guard next to him, couldn't help but look at this side a few more times because of the change of address in his speech.

The blue-eyed young man secretly cursed the old fox. Isn't this saying that Chaldea is useless holding Dostoevsky?Fortunately, he had simulated it with Getia in advance, and the professor was there to guide him, so there was no reason why he would fall into the hands of Mori Ogai.

Fujimaru Tachika put his hands together, and he said sincerely: "It's nothing, I think since I caught the man, it's better to forget about the reward."

He chewed some characters in his mouth a few times: "Oh? There is nothing wrong with this one, but what are you going to do with him next? No matter how good a villa is, it can't stand a mouse hole, let alone this is a big one."

The young man was still the same as when he first saw it, without any haze, he scratched his head: "This..."

Moriarty, who had been listening, tapped at the right time: "I heard that there is a practice called judicial transactions in Yokohama."

The professor stopped talking and said no more.

Mori Ogai thought of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's report. In the past few days, it was true that the leader of the underground organization contacted Fujimaru Tatsuka, and at the same time he was suspected of being contacted by the Supernatural Secret Service.

He put down his crossed legs, leaned forward, pressed his fingers on the glass tabletop, his knuckles turned white with great strength, but his voice was still smiling: "It seems that you have made up your mind, and you have to change hands anyway, how about you?" Consider me?"

Fujimaru Tachika and Moriarty looked at each other, and the young man stretched out his hand and smiled happily: "Then, the sincerity is 35.5 billion, Mr. Mori."

Mori Ogai's signing of the order was both painful and joyful, so that when Chuya Nakahara sent them away, he only said downstairs when he went downstairs: "You are too bold."

"To each other," Fujimaru Lixiang remembered something, and said to him, "Let's go to your house first, I have something to tell you, you change your clothes and wear less."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also forced to take a step back by his piercing eyes: "...What are you going to do? Hey, Getia, take care of yourself."

Gaitia said leisurely, "Let me take him off."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

……

Mordred waited for the rest of the Knights of the Round Table to deliver supper and desserts to the writers of the publishing house, and then sent up the Detective Agency's share.

All kinds of delicacies were placed at the end of the meeting, which greatly cured their fright at the meeting.

"Speaking of which, why didn't Mr. Ranpo participate in the reward offer?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

Edogawa, who was eating dessert, was holding a fork in a random step, and when he heard his question, he stretched out his little finger and pushed up his hat: "It's not interesting to participate in that kind of event."

"Huh? That's Dostoevsky, the Devilhunter. Although Dazai-san participated in it just to watch the show, but..."

"That's why, that guy's original goal was not a devil." Luanbu waved his hand angrily, and said arrogantly, "Dun Jun—help me take that!"

"That guy? Ah, yes!"

"And this! Of course it's Fujimaru."

"Okay...huh? Why?"

"Here, this, and that!"

Atsushi Nakajima held the plate that looked like building blocks, and said weakly: "...Well, Mr. Ranpo, the plate is going to be crowded? I'll get you another plate."

Ranpo, who got the double dessert, was in a good mood, and finished his sentence very rarely: "If it is for revenge, it is enough to use Gaetia's ability, and the demon's force may not be stronger than him. Dostoev The most feared thing about Ski is his brain power, but in the face of absolute force, this is empty talk. So it is definitely not for revenge, and most of the targets are set on the port Mafia itself."

"Let me listen, what are you talking about, boy." Osamu Dazai leaned over, and gloated after hearing a few words from the white-haired boy, "I must have been slaughtered severely, but Mr. Mori also It will definitely allow the Demon Man to display a value of 71 billion, so don’t worry about that.”

"Well, it sounds like Dostoevsky is the worst..." Atsushi Nakajima said.

Osamu Dazai shook his raised fingers: "No, no, boy, if you think this way, you are very wrong."

He was holding the juice, and a big question mark appeared on his head.

somewhere in the city.

The personnel in charge of the escort were making intensive arrangements. Seeing that Dostoevsky stopped suddenly and looked at the huge moon disk in the sky, he couldn't help becoming nervous: "Hey, what are you stopping for?"

Under the shining of the moon, the distant individuals spoke at the same time.

——"When you are in prison, you can still have hope."

——"Once you are on the periphery, even hope is gone."

Atsushi Nakajima seemed to understand, the hem of Dazai Osamu's windbreaker turned, and he waved his wrist. There were many black marks under the thin layer of bandages, which were ink marks written during the meeting: "Don't think so much about him!" Miserable. For us, this is a three-party... no, it is a win-win plan for all four parties, and that mouse also won a round."

……

Summer mornings are also scorching hot. After seven o'clock, the sun begins to scorch the earth with scalding heat.

Fujimaru Tachika was woken up by the alarm clock on the terminal, and glanced at the memo above—"Leaving for Academy City, the countdown to the Daihasei Festival."

This is a completely unfamiliar memo. He sat up, covered his head and thought for a long time, and finally digested the extra part. The facts before him made him mutter: "Why is Yokohama also popular for linkage?"

Different from the linkage singularity that I have experienced before, although the consciousness of this world can interfere with them, it cannot interfere completely. It is this specificity that led to Fujimaru Tatsuka holding his original memory while having an extra part of the world. rewritten memory.

Fujimaru Tachika is currently studying in a middle school called SD Middle School. She is a senior student of the school and also serves as the president of the student union. The principal is Moriarty, and the teaching director is Holmes.

And the destination they are going to is called Academy City, which is a huge educational institution composed of 23 school districts, providing special courses that can tap students' superpowers.

It has complete internal facilities and a technological level that is 30 to 230 years ahead of the outside world, with a population of about [-] million.It usually adopts an exclusive policy, and only temporarily allows outside visits during the Daihasei Festival.

SD Middle School is the only external superpower school that has received an invitation since the establishment of Academy City, and is also eligible to participate in the Daha Star Festival.

Fujimaru Tachika frowned: "Isn't this nonsense? Can this be rewritten successfully?"

Getia came over to squeeze the sink with him. The sleeves of the man's pajamas were rolled up higher, and some crooked golden lines were adhering to it. After getting wet, it became blurred. He used magic to direct the warm water to form a mass for easy cleaning. A group of people said, "You will know when you go."

Seeing that he had erased the handwriting he had written, Fujimaru Tachika also thought of washing off the handwriting on his back, and complained: "Why do I feel that this is written on my body, as if the date of slaughter was stamped on pork? day."

Since last night, all Chaldea members, members of the detective agency, and Nakahara Chuya have recorded their important information in this way to prevent memory from being tampered with.

"I haven't asked yet, what is your role? I was actually the president of the student council in my lifetime." Fujimaru Tachika asked while brushing her teeth.

Getia didn't answer, looking reluctant to tell him.

The bright red Command Seal flickered on the back of his hand, the man was silent for a few seconds, very annoyed: "Sd Middle School freshmen."

"Puff—cough, cough, cough...you are a bit old for a freshman," Fujimaru Tachika coughed while supporting the sink, and the Ten Commandments shone above his head, like an angel's halo, "ah no, no, live to It’s never too late to learn from time to time!”

Getia snorted coldly.

Fujimaru Tachika was a little dark, and he said seriously: "However, you have to call me senior."

Gaitia saw the toothpaste foam left at the corner of his mouth, frowned and wiped it off with his fingertips. His pupils like pigeon blood locked on the young man. The King of Humans suddenly chuckled, his eyes became more aggressive. After a pause, he said: "Teng, Wan, Xue, Chang."

The author has something to say: the words of Tuo and Zai were written by Flaubert, and they are used here.

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