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"Sakuragawa Rokka? No... No, you are not Sakuragawa Rokka!"

Osamu Dazai looked at the woman in the bedroom who was putting her hands on Qiao Wen's chest, and quickly denied what he saw.

"Are you the one who uses the virus-like ability?"

"... Hehe." Perhaps it is now that there is no need to continue to pretend, the woman with black hair and golden eyes, who has exactly the same appearance as "Sakuragawa Rokka" grinned, in a way that no one would recognize her as He mistook it for a woman's greasy accent, and laughed triumphantly: "Did you find it? It's a pity...it's too late!"

As he spoke, the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and the flickering circular pattern was like a gangrene on the tarsal bone, clinging to the chest of the pale black-haired young man in front of him, it seemed that it might be completely attached to his chest at any time. body...

"……I see."

Dazai's eyes were cold.

"Your goal...was Qiao Wen from the very beginning..."

"Didn't you also say that?" "Dostoevsky" had a smile on his lips, and looked at Dazai Osamu, which was basically explaining what it means to be superior: "We all 'trust' his ability .”

——To the extent that if you can't find a way to seal it, you have to invent a way.

"'Cophacytosis' is a good choice. Although he can relieve the virus of 'cophagy' with his own power, but..."

The eyes of "Dostoevsky" followed Dazai Osamu and fell into the bedroom.

"Have you discovered it too? People who are infected with the 'co-phagocytosis' virus cannot maintain consciousness for a short period of time when the virus first takes effect."

And the reason why they deliberately set up these layers of traps and introduced Qiao Wen into it was to seize the idea of ​​this short period of time difference.

As long as Qiao Wen and his abilities can be temporarily disabled - even if it is only less than a day.

For [Five Decays of Heaven and Man], or rather, for Dostoevsky and Sakuragawa Rokka, it is enough.

"The weirdness named Shibusawa Tatsuhiko will be resurrected on the basis of urban legends. Before the legendary 'Her Royal Highness' can eliminate his existence again, the short time he can exist is enough for us It achieved what it wanted to achieve.”

The bright and calm smile on "Dostoevsky"'s face at this moment has been increasingly deviated from the soft and coldness unique to the demon Feiya in Dazai Osamu's cognition.

"...you don't even bother to hide it anymore?"

Dazai Osamu sighed.

Gradually, "Dostoevsky"'s expression changed.

"Did you find out?" Although it was a questioning sentence, his tone of voice was quite calm.

— It seems that this is not surprising at all.

Osamu Dazai helplessly spread his hands: "I've said that you don't even bother to cover up anymore, if it reaches this level, I can't see that you are a 'devil' pretended to be by others, wouldn't you be a little too stupid? "

While talking, he jumped up and down, avoiding the broken wood debris that flew far away on the ground because the bedroom door was slammed away just now.

"No wonder you acted so regretful when you found out that Qiao Jun and I were the only ones here."

He said slowly.

"It turned out to be a pity that we couldn't solve more people at one time. It's a pity that there are still enough guards left in the armed detective agency at this moment to make you feel troubled."

"Dostoevsky"—or now we can call him someone pretending to be Dostoevsky—had heard the words, showing a general admiration for Dazai Osamu's "reasoning" , with a bold and carefree smile:

"Hahaha! Not bad! You are very good! Boy!"

"...Although I don't really mind being called a 'boy' by older people."

Dazai scratched his cheek.

"But in this way, isn't your real age exposed? Do you think that your plan is close to success anyway, and it doesn't matter if you reveal anything now? You are really confident."

"——The leader of [Five Decays of Heaven and Man], Mr. 'Shenwei'."

"... Oh?" ​​The original hearty laughter suddenly darkened.

The mysterious man called "Kamui" by Osamu Dazai still wears Dostoevsky's appearance, but at this moment his face is completely cold, his purple eyes without a smile are cold and gloomy, just like that When Dingding stared towards Osamu Dazai, the sense of oppression he felt was dozens of times greater than before.

"You seem to have learned a lot, kid." "Shenwei" said in a deep voice, "Do you even know the old man's code name?"

Facing this oppressive feeling that was so strong that it almost turned into several mountains on his shoulders, and was so heavy that it was indescribable, Osamu Dazai acted completely indifferent.

He is still the smiling, lively and cheerful young man——

"It's not just the code name."

Osamu Dazai shook his finger.

"I even know your true identity!"

"—The captain of 'Hound Dog', the old acquaintance of the president, the great savior of the Japanese supernatural world, the hero of the Far East...Your Excellency Fukuji Sakurachi."

Every time Osamu Dazai uttered a title, the face of "Kamui" became more and more gloomy. In the end, when he uttered the name that was not allowed, "Kamui"—no, it should be called him now Fukuchi Sakura was insane, there was no trace of a smile on his face.

"Angry?"

However, Osamu Dazai did not have the precautions or vigilance that he should have before the storm is about to come.

He still laughed heartlessly and cheerfully: "I haven't said anything more interesting yet."

"...'A more interesting place'?" Fukuchi Sakurachi finally spoke up.

He stared fixedly at Osamu Dazai, the aura around him gathered for a while, but under the always indifferent smiling face of the black-haired young man, it suddenly dissipated, and the rest was only a burst of hearty laughter:

"Hahahahaha! Very good! Brat, you are really good."

This is the second time he has spoken such a line today.

"So Fuze is still hiding a treasure like you? I thought he would be lucky enough to have one of his hidden ghosts..."

"...I really don't want to be called a treasure hidden by the president by an uncle like you...It always feels a little subtle."

Osamu Dazai made a grimace with a bitter face, ignoring Fukuji Sakurachi's laughter that was suppressed in his throat instantly because of his words, and after that, the cold gaze that could almost freeze people to death, and continued on his own:

"You feel sorry that Qiao Jun and I were the only people who came here to 'snipe' Dostoevsky, but haven't you ever wondered why there are only the two of us?"

"You..." Fukuchi Sakurachi realized what Osamu Dazai was implying, and almost immediately turned her head subconsciously, looking in the direction of the bedroom.

In the bedroom, whether it was "Sakuragawa Rokka" who was laughing wildly, or Qiao Wen, who was pale and on the verge of losing consciousness, the increasingly intense and ominous blood light was about to completely cover Qiao Wen. A circular pattern like a magic circle on the chest is also good...

Everything, at this moment, was completely frozen.

This extremely weird scene lasted only a few short breaths in Fukuji Sakurachi's eyes, and soon, like a shattered mirror, this static "picture" suddenly shattered, revealing the secret hidden under it. The true appearance of -

"Sakuragawa Rokka" lay on the floor of the room, seemingly unconscious.

An intact laptop was placed on the table, and Qiao Wen, who was as intact as the laptop, was sitting in the armchair in front of the table.

Seeing that everyone was looking towards him, he raised his hand very friendly and greeted everyone:

"Yo."

For some reason, Fukuji Sakurachi suddenly thought of a false illusion. When the door of the bedroom was broken, the "Sakuragawa Rokka" who turned his head to look outside from the room met Dazai Osamu's eyes. The same greeting from the mouth:

"Yo."

Fukuchi Sakurachi: ………

The hound captain with Dostoyevsky's appearance, at this moment, his handsome young face was slightly distorted by the completely uncontrollable anger.

"... Illusion?"

He stared at Qiao Wen coldly, his eyes full of evaluation and consideration.

The black-haired young man bowed gracefully, halfway through the bend, and seemed to realize that the seated self seemed unable to complete this movement that should have been done while standing upright, so he simply stopped bending, and abruptly switched to With a perfunctory nod:

"As you can see."

Fukuchi Sakurachi: ………

Barrage:…………

Barrage:

"Fuck! Fuck, bum, bum!!!"

"The 'yo'! The provocative ditty! And the 'hey! I just found out that it's so hard to do a smooth bow in this position, but I don't really want to do it just because I'm saluting you. Stand up because you are not a great person after all, so I just sit down and nod with you, and I'm done. I hope you don't know how to give a compliment! It's you, Qiao Xiaoer!"

"If I were Fukuchi Sakura, I would be so mad! Why don't you young people know how to respect the elderly?!"

"I'm not Fukuchi Sakura, I'm going to die of anger now!"

"I'm going to be scared to death QAQ"

"Me too!! I was so frightened to death just now! I thought Qiao Xiaoer had really overturned his car! I was so scared that I almost didn't even dare to look at my phone!"

"I'm swearing directly at Zaan! Qiao Xiaoer, are you still a human being? You even lied to us?! Did you bring out your live broadcast of Aizen's death back then? Don't block the illusion effect and let us see it together Is the scene of you being attacked by Liuhua ver. Pushkin with the cophagic virus okay? I advise you to be kind!!"

"My blood pressure is full like Fukuchi Sakurachi!! Fukuji Sakurachi may not be a human, but Qiao Xiaoer, you are a real dog!"

"Just be skinny! There will always be a day when your skin will break your leg! 【Maomao furious.jpg】"

"I'm still thinking, what's going on with Qiao Xiaoer, isn't there a shield that protects you 7/24 in all directions? Isn't there Yekasa who joined the super protection package together? How could he be successfully attacked by Pushkin? The result turned out to be an illusion effect! I stepped on my horse and went straight to it!"

"Don't say anything, don't say anything, today's matter, I can't get through this article without ten autographed photos, and I will talk to you!"

"I want Kunikida's autographed photo..._(:з)∠)_"

"A signed photo of a famous detective! The same type of thick dim sum as a famous detective! I also want to know what the taste of the thick dim sum that Ranpo loves so much! Qiao Xiaoer satisfies me! If you satisfy me, I will forgive the little heart you just gave me Great fright!"

"I just said that there's something wrong with the excitement of your group. Are you all waiting here? No, count me in! I also want to eat Luanbu's favorite thick dim sum!!"

"I want the same Chocker in Chuya!"

"Ah! Then I want it too!"

"I also……"

"...I said, the first few, even if Qiao Xiaoer really draws a lottery, he may not be able to draw you...Why do you speak so confidently, as if you can really be the one chosen by the lottery? Like people..."

"Think about it without breaking the law! Can't you have dreams as a human being?"

"No! Anyone who has a dream is amazing!"

"I think you've lost the word 'thinking', it's faster to dream—there's everything in the dream→_→"

"Hey, why are you still discriminating against non-chiefs? I haven't won a prize since I squatted on Qiao Xiaoer's live broadcast? What did I say? I am not a non-chief and I don't deserve a European imperial dream?"

……

……OK.The focus of the barrage was once again shifted by the insiders.

Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and decided that before returning this time, he must purchase a large number of special products that were the most popular in the barrage just now and use them for the lucky draw. Then, he turned his attention from the barrage to Fudi Yingchi again. body.

Fukuchi Sakurachi, who was wearing Dostoevsky's shell, has completely calmed down by now.

His eyes were still cold, but he didn't have the extreme rage that he used to call "blood pressure is full" by the barrage.

"...So that's how it is." He said coldly, "You guys expected this kind of situation, and that's why you came up with such a show of 'just counting'? It's a pity..."

--no point.

Although he hid in this hotel with two other people disguised as Dostoyevsky, Gogol and Sakuragawa Rokka, he was indeed planning to take the opportunity to "solve" Qiao Wen, the biggest variable. .

But in fact, even if their actions fail, it will not affect the original plan at all.

If you want to ask why...

Fukuchi Sakura's eyes passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking far into the night, separated by a Yokohama Bay, far away in the urban area of ​​Yokohama on the other side of the harbor.

From there, he seemed to have seen a faint mist rising in the night, which would soon cover the entire city...

——Sakuragawa Rokka's story weaving has reached the final and most critical step.

As long as she can successfully weave...

"Don't think about it, it's impossible, just give up."

Osamu Dazai persuaded him to retreat three times.

Fukuchi Sakura looked back in astonishment, and saw a young man covered in bandages smiling, walking slowly towards her:

"Why do you think Qiao Jun and I stepped in without hesitation knowing that this place might be a trap?"

"Is it just out of absolute confidence in Qiao Jun's ability?"

"Or simply don't want to let go of any chance that might allow us to catch the trace of the devil?"

"Or maybe it's a young man who takes pleasure in undermining the old man's self-confidence by exposing you, the 'Shenwei' lord, in person?" (???)

"Of course—none of them!"

Osamu Dazai smiled and shook his fingers.

"Speaking of which, the reason why we saw you and your two accomplices in the guise of Dostoevsky and Sakuragawa Rokka—ah, I'm sorry to use such a rude description, but after all, Terrorist organization, I really don’t want to use such a positive word as companion.”

"In short, the reason why you are able to appear in front of me and Qiao Jun with a fake image, even now that your identities have been exposed, you still haven't returned to your original appearance, what do you think is the reason?"

Realizing what Dazai Osamu wanted to say, Fukuji Sakurachi's expression became even more gloomy.

Osamu Dazai turned a blind eye to this.

He is still smiling, sunny and cheerful:

"It's not an illusion."

"It's not anyone's superpower."

"The reason why you are so confident is precisely because of this—"

"You borrowed the power of [Book], didn't you?"

Fukuji Sakurachi's complexion became even colder, but the smile on Dazai Osamu's face became even brighter.

"At this point, it's too late to cover up or conceal it!"

He akimbo triumphantly.

"Ever since I knew that you might have obtained a certain [page] torn from the [book], I have been thinking, in whose hands should things like [pages] be kept? ], is it the safest and most reassuring?"

"The conclusion is not the absolute 'wisdom' in the organization, Majin Fyodor, but the absolute 'force', the leader Kamui, that is, you, Fukuji-dono."

"After all, Mr. Fyodor thought of using himself as a bait before, and was deliberately caught in Meursault, the European supernatural prison."

"For him like this, it's too risky to carry a precious item like [Book Page] with him."

"Furthermore," Osamu Dazai paused, "As a 'Hero of the Far East', a legendary supernatural power user in Japan, and even... a powerhouse recognized by our president, you too, Fukuji-sama." Absolute self-confidence, thinking that he can save this crucial [page] from anyone's snatching."

"After figuring this out, how to plan the next action is very obvious——"

"As the captain of the hound, you should have installed a spy inside the port of Mafia through the hound. The information sent back by the Liyuan kid confirmed Qiao Jun's name, appearance, and even some of his abilities, and shared it with Feo. Mr. Dole?"

"...Oh, don't look at me with such scary eyes. I'm not the only one who noticed Liyuan's identity as a military and police spy? Mr. Mori should have discovered it a long time ago."

Facing Fukuji Sakurachi's mistrustful eyes, Osamu Dazai shrugged:

"Don't underestimate Mr. Mori. Although he is indeed a scumbag in terms of character, he is the BOSS of Port Mafia. He is the figure of Port Mafia, who is in charge of the huge **** organization in charge of the entire Yokohama night by himself. .”

So what gave you the illusion that he was incompetent?

Oh, I got it.

Is it his usual poor acting skills like that of an ordinary middle-aged stinky uncle?

"In the final analysis, since he was able to detect Anwu's identity as an undercover agent back then, he can naturally also detect Li Yuan's identity now."

Osamu Dazai made a conclusion.

"And now that you already know that you have some of Qiao Jun's information, and because of the previous co-phagocytic virus incident, you regard him as a serious concern."

"Then, it's not surprising to speculate that you will set up a trap and wait for rabbits by taking advantage of Qiao Jun's encounter with Fyodor-kun in this hotel, right?"

"So back to the original topic—"

"Why did Qiao Jun and I 'drill' in without hesitation, knowing that this might be a trap set by you?"

"of course……"

"It's for [page]~"

Ignoring the powerful aura suddenly released by Fukuji Sakurachi, Dazai Osamu's tone was still lively and cheerful:

"Your Excellency, Fudi, you are indeed very strong. You are so strong that maybe even our detective agency and the port Mafia may not be your opponent."

"Wanting to seize the [page] from a strong man like you is indeed as Fyodor-kun envisioned, it is almost impossible to accomplish."

"—But the premise is that the person who came to take the [page] is not me and Qiao Jun."

When Osamu Dazai said this, he was already standing less than three meters away from Fukuji Sakurachi.

He stretched out his hand to Fukuji Sakurachi who looked ugly in front of him:

"Come on, obediently hand over the [page], don't make unnecessary resistance, Your Excellency Fukuchi."

Fukuchi Sakurachi: ………

Barrage:…………

Barrage:

"Oh my god! Da Zai is awesome!! One mouthful made my blood boil, as if he had punched Ola Fudi Yingzhi a hundred and eighty times in person! Obviously he has always relied on talking, how could it be so hot!"

"Isn't this more popular than a blogger?"

"Appeared! Bibo Burning Party!"

"Fucking! I was thinking about it before, but I stepped into Tuosi's trap. Qiao Xiaoer and Da Zai were afraid that the script would be torn apart. I didn't expect them to backhand Tore up the Tuosi script??"

"This wave, this wave is because you thought Qiao Xiaoer and Dazai were on the third floor, and Tosi was thought to be on the third floor, but actually on the fifth floor, but the fact is, Qiao Xiaoer and the others are actually in the atmosphere !"

"Qiao Xiaoer: Miss, think about it! I can fly, sir!"

"Wuhu~ 2-on-1 infighting in the script team plus Qiao Xiaoer! The detective agency takes off immediately!"

"I advise this old comrade, Fudi Yingchi, to hand over [pages] honestly, maybe he can die a little more decently."

……

The barrage has turned into a sea of ​​joy, and in stark contrast, Fukuji Sakurachi's face is getting livid, and Dazai Osamu's face is getting brighter and brighter.

"Quick~"

His outstretched hand trembled up and down in the air, as if provoking Fukuchi Sakurachi's already tense nerves.

"Hand over the [page]? Your Excellency Fukuchi?"

The muscles on Fukuji Sakurachi's face twitched violently a few times.

He suddenly showed an ironic smile:

"Young people nowadays... are really impatient and confident."

While speaking, he drew out the long knife hanging from his waist——

"Even if you block the space?"

"Even if you have the ability to nullify supernatural powers, so what?"

"Even if the kid over there is so weird and unpredictable... so what?"

"The old man is able to stand here now, relying on... not only supernatural powers!!"

In the blink of an eye, Fukuchi Sakurachi's voice hadn't even come to an end, he was already holding a long knife, galloping forward, and swiftly swung the blade——

The blade brought up a long, powerful air wave that seemed to be able to cut through the air.

In an instant, together with the wall of the room, a huge crack was cut from it!

In this way, with an indomitable power, the saber energy swept towards Dazai Zhi in front of him.

However, Osamu Dazai seemed unable to react, and stood motionless on the spot.

Fukuji Sakurachi realized some kind of violation.

However, at this moment, he couldn't stop.

The sharp blade slashed at Osamu Dazai's waist—almost cutting him in half!

However, it was not Dazai Zhi who was cut off by the blade and broke into two pieces...

"Puchi".

The sound of blood splatter came to my ears.

however--

Fukuchi Sakura lowered her gaze in a daze, and found that a line of blood started from her waist and was slowly disintegrating...

The author has something to say: Boss Mori: I was cueed suddenly, and I also got such a high evaluation from Dazai-kun...a chill.jpg

Dazai: Don’t get me wrong, it’s just a trick, I didn’t really want to praise you

Tuosi: Hmm...[The sound of the script being torn is made

Dazai & Ranpo & Qiao Xiaowen: Hey~(ゝω·)~☆

This is the joy of tearing up the script!Whoever tears it will know!

Continue to tear up the next chapter XD

感谢在2021-01-2310:07:25~2021-01-2410:36:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 Longse;

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