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Iwanaga Kotoko and Sakuragawa Liuhua launched a dazzling battle of fictional theory in the forum.

One second you throw out some kind of hypothesis, the next second I deny your inference.

You guide the direction of the wind in a direction that is powerful to you, and I will find loopholes and cut off your way forward.

The splendor of the process cannot be described in a flash. Adhering to the super-wise philosophy that "professional matters are best handled by professionals", Qiao Wen left the "battlefield" to the blond girl full of fighting spirit. Then, with his hands behind his back, he strolled out of the Armed Detective Agency.

Osamu Dazai walked briskly beside him.

"Speaking of which, Qiao Jun never asked."

While standing on the side of the road waiting for a taxi, Dazai Osamu kicked the stones on the side of the road boredly, and said with a smile.

Qiao Wen glanced at him.

"what?"

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment when he kicked the stone.

"Yeah, what are you asking?" He turned around and looked directly into Qiao Wen's eyes. He still had that sunny and cheerful smile on his face, and the iris-colored pupils concealed something that made people feel as if they would never know. A dark color that cannot be seen clearly.

"Ask... how did I get the phone number written on the note I gave Mr. Ranpo?" Osamu Dazai quickly turned his eyes away, looking up at the blue sky, his voice was always lively and cheerful, " Or ask, why did I think you could help the detective agency?"

or more...

Why did a person like him make the decision to join the "Save the World" side so easily?

"After all, no matter how you look at it, I don't look like someone from the 'this' world..."

Osamu Dazai said this with self-knowledge.

Qiao Wen: ...

So you still know?

He looked at Osamu Dazai with a comforting (?) eyes of "Young man, you can't recognize yourself so clearly, and the corners of his eyes twitched at the latter.

"Since both you and Mr. Ranpo have speculated on certain facts that both of us are tacitly aware of, and in my knowledge, maybe until we part from each other, none of the facts will be pointed out..."

Qiao Wen said something that he thought he would never say.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's slightly widened eyes because of surprise, Qiao put on a small smile that was almost smug:

"——Then Dazai-kun, you should also know that no matter how you behave externally, and how many small actions you 'inadvertently' pretend to do to test my reaction and attitude, there is one thing that I know very well. of."

Just then a taxi stopped beside the two of them.

Qiao Wen opened the car door, turned around before sitting in, and raised a sly smile to the startled Osamu Dazai:

"—You're on the 'side of saving lives', right?"

After finishing speaking, he had already got into the taxi, and even together with the driver in front of him, he looked innocently at Osamu Dazai who was still standing outside the car.

Osamu Dazai: ...

He was silent for a long time, until the driver showed a suspicious look on his face and was about to urge him, he stretched his legs, and then got into the car——

"Too cunning."

Osamu Dazai muttered softly.

"Qiao Jun, you are so cunning!"

—He repeated it for emphasis.

Qiao Wen smiled: "...Thank you for the compliment?"

Before Osamu Dazai, who had puffed up his cheeks, made a rebuttal, he made an apologetic smile to the driver in the front row, and reported the address of his destination.

As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the vehicle instantly joined the traffic on the streets of Yokohama.

Neither of the two people in the back seat spoke again.

Only the music flowing softly from the car radio, accompanied by the occasional cheerful humming of the elderly driver, reverberated in the car for a long time.

……

……

Qiao Wen and Osamu Dazai arrived at their destination.

This is a hotel located on a relatively high terrain along the bayside road, away from the five buildings of Mafia in the port, and also away from a slope near the Yokohama harbor where the Armed Detective Agency is located.

— Does this description look familiar?

That's right!

The corner of Dazai's mouth twitched.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Isn't this where Qiao Wen stayed before?

How could he think that Dostoyevsky and his jovial companions (??) are now hiding in this hotel?

Is it a coincidence?

still is……

Qiao Wen didn't intend to show off, so he simply gave the answer:

"Because I happened to meet that Mr. Demon Man here."

Osamu Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai:? ? ? ? ?

"...'Coincident encounter'?" He looked at Qiao Wen with the look of "I have seen a lot, so don't try to prevaricate me with this kind of reason".

The latter had an innocent face: "It's really a coincidence."

He described to Osamu Dazai from beginning to end the incident when he happened to meet Dostoevsky who came out of the room and was about to take the elevator downstairs when he was waiting for the elevator.

And this process didn't even take 2 minutes.

Osamu Dazai: ...

Dazai was shocked.

"What kind of luck are you..." He sighed sincerely.

Qiao Wen shrugged: "It really scared me at the time. But now that I think about it, I think it might really be a kind of 'luck'."

With that said, he stepped forward and walked towards the door of the hotel:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of monitoring this hotel in the first place, and the results would have been achieved so quickly, wouldn't I?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and followed Qiao Wen who was walking in front.

The two did not hide their whereabouts, and walked into the hotel openly all the way.

The strange thing is, apart from the young lady at the front desk of the hotel, there were quite a few guests gathered in the lobby, but none of them paid any attention to them—as if they were two people who didn't exist.

Qiao Wen walked to the front desk and showed a polite and gentle smile to the lady at the front desk who looked up:

"Miss Sanzhi, good evening."

"Ah... the guest in room 6019? Good evening, too. Long time no see. Although you haven't checked out, I thought you wouldn't be coming back."

The young lady at the front desk had a soft, professional smile on her face, but in her tone, there was a kindness and vague concern that she didn't have when talking with other guests, which showed that her attitude towards Qiao Wen was far more sincere than that of ordinary guests— —Maybe this is because when Qiao Wen went downstairs to have lunch one day, she found that she was being entangled by a gangster, and after helping to solve this little trouble, the young lady felt more grateful to him?

In short, since then, when Qiao Wen came to the restaurant on the first floor to eat and passed the front desk, if it was Miss Sanzhi who was on duty, he would always get a kind smile and a soft greeting.

Qiao Wen smiled friendly at this young lady who was already an acquaintance:

"Recently, I have been staying with a friend, and this time I came back on a whim."

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, there is something I want to trouble Miss Sanzhi. Excuse me, have you seen the guest in room 6001 today?"

The young lady at the front desk was obviously stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and when she realized it, her expression immediately showed a hint of embarrassment: "This..."

Qiao Wen also knows that they run this kind of hotel, and they don't ask the real identity of the guests at all. As long as they are willing to spend money, even if you kill.

It stands to reason that there is no so-called "privacy" of guests that can be used for them to disclose.

But if the front desk lady of the hotel discloses one guest's information to another guest at will, once a dispute arises because of this... After all, it is still a risky thing.

So he could understand the young lady's hesitation at this moment.

Qiao Wen glanced at the camera hanging in the upper right corner behind the service desk.

A blinking red light means the camera is working properly.

It's just that cameras like this only record the most basic pictures, and usually can't record sound.

But Qiao Wen still lowered his volume.

He said: "Miss Sanzhi, I just brought my friends back today to pick up some personal belongings left in the room."

As the black-haired youth spoke, he blinked secretly at the woman sitting behind the service desk.

"We'll be leaving soon."

The well-informed lady at the front desk understood the hint in Qiao Wen's words.

She smoothed out her long hair that fell to her ears.

"Not long ago, that guest came back with two companions."

She smiled, but this time, there was no special emotion in her smile. From the monitoring screen that "coincidentally" raised her hand and lightly pulled her hair, the expression on her face was captured. Looking at it from a different perspective, this is a very common scene when a receptionist is having a consultation conversation with a customer that is not the slightest difference from any previous one.

Qiao Wen nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help, goodbye, Miss Sanzhi."

The pretty lady at the front desk smiled:

"Goodbye, sir."

They both knew there would be no "goodbye".

However, this did not prevent the two from saying goodbye to each other.

Until boarding the elevator to the sixth floor with Qiao Wen, Osamu Dazai watched with interest the miniature demon fox still sitting firmly on Qiao Wen's shoulder——

"Ba Wei-jun, seeing Qiao Jun getting along so well with that beautiful young lady, don't you feel jealous?"

The single dog Mou Zai raised a real question.

Bawei cast a sideways glance at someone.

He didn't believe that Osamu Dazai couldn't see the solid trust between himself and Qiao Wen that didn't need to be spoken.

So this speech... is boring again, starting to pick things up, right?

The demon fox sneered.

"If you have so much energy, it's better to save more for the next one."

he hummed.

"When it really gets messy, Qiao Wen has no spare time to take care of you."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Yes~ I will take care of myself, if there is any danger, I will definitely remember to run away first~"

Bawei: .........

It's full, blood pressure is full!

How can there be a guy who is so good at provoking other people's anger? !

The opponent is not even his enemy, but a "companion"!

It is really hard to imagine what it would be like to be the enemy of such a guy.

I'm afraid that before he lost the head-to-head confrontation with this guy, he was already half-dead by this pissed-off demeanor, right?

Yaohu turned away his eyes coldly, ignoring someone who was continuing to die.

The elevator quickly reached the sixth floor.

Qiao Wen and Osamu Dazai walked out of the elevator without stopping for a moment, and went straight to the end of the corridor, the room Qiao Wen used to live in.

Because Qiao Wen had already paid three months' rent in full when he first checked in, so even if he hadn't been here for a while, the room was not taken back by the hotel.

Even because Qiao Wen hung up the sign of Do Not Disturb and No Cleaning before leaving, the room had not been lived in for many days and had not been cleaned for many days. When I walked into the room, what I saw was a hotel room with a layer of dust on the floor and tabletop.

Osamu Dazai didn't dislike the dust at all.

He leaned into the soft sofa in the living room as if he had no bones, and looked up at Qiao Wen who was still standing there:

"What's next? What are you going to do?"

Qiao Wen had just promised downstairs that he would not cause trouble, but would "leave immediately after picking up the leftovers", and would not let the receptionist who inadvertently provided them with information on Dostoevsky My sister got into trouble because of it.

That is to say, they couldn't launch the original raid plan right away—after all, they had to go through the motions first and make the illusion that the two had left.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wen shook his finger at him:

"No need."

His gaze swept over Dazai Osamu's calm side face, and he suddenly wanted to sigh.

"Dazai-kun, you must have found out."

Isn't it fun to pretend to be confused while knowing?

Sorry.

Forgive him as a normal person, he really can't understand Dazai Osamu's thinking.

"On the way, except for the people who must be in contact, everyone else is ignoring the existence of the two of us intentionally or unintentionally."

This is one of the effects of the card of illusion, weakening the sense of existence.

And the second effect is——

It doesn't matter whether it's the pedestrians on the road, other guests in the hotel lobby, or even... the surveillance cameras that exist in the streets and alleys of Yokohama, as well as in this hotel.

Under the phantom simulation of the Magic Card, neither human eyes nor electronic equipment can reflect the real appearance of Qiao Wen and Osamu Dazai.

In other words, they can only reflect what Qiao Wen wants them to reflect.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to monitor Qiao Wen's movements manually or through monitoring equipment.

The reason why the lady at the front desk could "recognize" Qiao Wen was because Qiao Wen temporarily canceled the effect of the magic card only for her.

And I believe that after the next thing happens, that smart enough Miss Sanzhi will definitely understand, insisting that the communication between her and Qiao Wen is just happening every moment, between the receptionist and a "strange" guest. normal communication, then the whole incident has nothing to do with her.

"Hey~~~" Osamu Dazai leaned back on the back of the sofa, making a long meaningless sound.

"It's really considerate, Qiao Jun." He joked with a smile.

As he said that, the neck and wrists were covered with white bandages, and the young man with a cheerful and bright smile jumped up and stood up.

"In that case, let's go."

At this moment, his tone and expression suddenly became cold.

"—Let's meet that Mr. Demon Man for a while."

……

……

Room 6001.

In the separate bedroom near the inner side, Sakuragawa Rokka was typing on the keyboard quickly.

There is still a wound on her neck that has not fully healed, and at this moment, with the beating of the second hand, it seems to be healing very quickly, but it seems to be slow.

A few seconds later, the wound disappeared completely, and a large amount of blood that had splashed out of the body flowed back into the body. This too magical scene, compared to horror, actually makes people want to ask, "Is this blood not infected?" question.

The confrontation on the Internet has reached the most critical moment.

Nowadays, it is believed that the supernatural being Tatsuhiko Shibusawa has returned from his resurrection, and that he created the series of disappearances in the dense fog in order to avenge Yokohama, and it is believed that a conspirator with ulterior motives took advantage of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa's supernatural power and public panic. , deliberately designed this case, in order to achieve some ulterior purpose, each of which occupies half of the country.

"...What can you do, Qinzi."

Sakuragawa Rokka tapped on the keyboard rapidly, while talking softly to herself uncontrollably.

"It seems that during the time we were apart, you have also grown a lot..."

but.

Excuse me.

This time, it was the one that made her feel closer and closer to realizing her wish than when the steel man Nanase was there.

For this reason, even if she is facing Qinzi and Jiulang, she will not shrink back - never before, and even more so now.

Sakuragawa Rokka's eyes were slightly cold.

The woman's slender and soft fingertips tapped on the keyboard, turning into paragraphs of extremely inflammatory text in the reply box.

Sakuragawa Rokka knew that in the living room of the suite separated by a wall, Majin and his little friends were guarding there, leaving enough for her, an independent space that was more suitable for thinking about how to build a theory to deal with Kotoko Iwanaga, and also guarded against A possible attack from the outside world.

Although Sakuragawa Rokka thinks that with the prudence of the demon, this is a hotel room in one of the three caves of the cunning rabbit, so it should not be discovered so quickly.

But once an accident really happens, then in the living room, Gogol, whose supernatural ability is the space manipulation system, will use his supernatural ability to instantly transfer Dostoyevsky to the interior of the room, and then take all the The laptop didn't even open the suitcase, but Sakuragawa Rokka put it within reach just in case, and the three of them immediately tore apart the space and left.

Speaking of which, this is really a very convenient ability.

Whether it is used to escape, or... assassination.

The movements of Sakuragawa Rokka's hands paused.

Before Dostoyevsky arrived here, he actually made a proposal to draw the bottom line——

"Miss Liuhua, you have also seen Kolya's ability. If the plan cannot be carried out smoothly, then it is better to let Kolya assassinate the princess now."

The young man wearing a white soft hat seemed to be sincerely making suggestions in a very gentle tone.

"Don't worry, Kolya's technique is very good. I guarantee that Her Royal Highness has already lost consciousness before she felt the pain."

So, there's no need to worry about her suffering, okay?

"How about it?"

The young man known as the devil said with a very kind smile on his face:

"Do you need us to help you with this?"

Sakuragawa Rokka immediately asked back coldly:

"I said I need it, do you dare to do it?"

She looked indifferent, staring at the man in front of her who was obviously smiling, but it made people feel that he was cold - so cold that it was unbelievably cold, as if it had been dug out of ice thousands of meters deep in Antarctica for hundreds of millions of years. It is generally cast, icy cold, and difficult to melt.

"Stop making such silly jokes, Mr. Devil."

Sure enough, the false tenderness on Dostoevsky's face disappeared.

"It's so cruel, Miss Liuhua."

He was not at all unhappy about being exposed face to face, but still smiling, speaking gently and indulgently like friends teasing each other.

"Since Miss Liuhua insists so much, Kolia and I will not interfere in the 'battle' between you and that princess, Miss Liuhua."

"only……"

Dostoevsky finally suppressed his smile when he said this.

He stared at Sakuragawa Rokka with extremely indifferent eyes:

"You must win, Miss Liuhua."

because……

"You know that too, right?"

If you lose...

"Some people won't let it go, will they?"

The masked smile returned to Dostoevsky's face again.

A trace of fear and irritability flashed in Sakuragawa Rokka's eyes.

To this day, she still thinks back to the first time she saw this person, the smile mask on the other person's face is exactly the same as at this moment, as if carefully crafted by a craftsman, the corner of the mouth is grinning It is so huge, and the eyes are horribly curved, it is not so much a smile mask as a smile modeled after a smile mask carved by a demon, and the sentence he said in a tone full of persuasion:

"Miss Sakuragawa Rokka? I have some information that you may be interested in. I don't know... Would you like to take the time to take a look at it?"

Sakuragawa Rokka didn't regret her nodding at that time.

I don't regret accepting the other party's proposal to come to Yokohama and cooperate with this devil.

——Everything is to get 【Book】.

All to fulfill her wish.

Although it has long been expected that Dostoevsky's purpose of "helping" himself is not simple.

It is also expected that there will be some use or even coercion.

but……

In turn, he used the life of that girl Qinzi to threaten him...

Should it be said that the devil really sees himself more thoroughly than himself?

A hint of self-mockery flashed across the face of the black-haired woman—no matter how much she hated Qinzi and wanted her to disappear in Jiulang's life forever, she would not let Qinzi die like this under the guise of others.

Because ah.

In that case, Kuro will definitely hate her, right?

And, I will always, always remember that little girl.

He even missed her for the rest of his life.

This is a result that is even more unacceptable to Sakuragawa Rokka than Sakuragawa Kuro being with the living Kotoko Iwanaga.

Thinking of this, Sakuragawa Rokka typed the last line of text——

Take it, Qinzi.

Let's see whether you will refute my fiction first this time, or I will weave my own story first.

In the shadows behind the woman, wisps of mist slowly drifted into the air, if there was nothing there.

And at the same time.

Room 6001 outside the door.

Qiao Wen and Osamu Dazai stood on both sides of the door.

Qiao Wen silently asked the people around him with his eyes: Are you coming or me?

Osamu Dazai raised his chin proudly.

That means—

back off.

Isn't it just kicking the door?

This job, our armed detective agency is professional!

So complacent, Osamu Dazai raised his foot and kicked hard towards the door in front of him——

The author has something to say: start a war abruptly!

Tosi:? ? ?What about fighting each other in the air as agreed, and tearing up the scripts?What kind of hero is he who hits the door directly?

Dazai: I just kicked the door to watch the excitement! 【innocent

Qiao Xiaowen: I came to see him kick the door and make a show for him [Innocent X2]

Dosi: .........

What a broken world!Sure enough, it is still destroyed!

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