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Fukuchi Sakurachi was cut in half.

—the attack was his own.

"Ah... what a relentless, transcendent and ruthless blow."

A faint white brilliance flashed around Dazai Osamu's body, so fast that Fukuji Sakurachi, whose vision had become blurred, couldn't see the true appearance of the brilliance.

The man who slumped to the ground could only hear the irritating voice continuing to ring briskly in his ears, as if the death knell was ringing——

"I received it? Your strong determination to kill me. Although if you can die under such a determination, it doesn't seem too bad..."

Osamu Dazai chuckled, and there was actually a bit of regret in his tone.

"But it's a pity, after all, my companion is better."

As he spoke, he squatted down and looked at Fukuji Sakurachi who was trying to look up:

"Goodbye, Your Excellency Fukuji. Next time...don't cooperate with someone whose dream is to destroy the world."

Fukuchi Sakurachi: ………

The hound captain wearing Dostoevsky's shell suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a strange smile to Osamu Dazai.

The latter sensed the danger and subconsciously jumped back to escape.

The palm of the man who fell on the ground was suddenly clenched, and from the void, he "grabbed" a gorgeous long knife with a divine light.

The blade of this knife glows with a faint blue light, and the blade presents a smooth and gorgeous curve. It looks more like a "magic knife" enshrined in a shrine than a weapon that focuses on actual combat.

Fukuji Sakurachi's hand holding the knife had already slashed forward the moment the blade appeared, but because Osamu Dazai retreated too neatly, he couldn't even touch the hem of the latter's clothes with a slight difference.

however--

Just when Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly and wanted to say something...

The world stands still.

Time also stands still.

The pendulum of the still intact clock in the living room froze in place.

then……

The second hand on the dial began to reverse rapidly, followed by the minute and hour hands.

It seems that there is only a blink of an eye, and it seems that hundreds of years have passed.

When everyone present regained consciousness, Fukuji Sakurachi was holding his saber in his hand, ready to charge towards Osamu Dazai.

The moment he was about to step out, a gap that radiated dazzling sharpness like the edge of a sword suddenly burst from the air beside him.

From the gap, the tip of the knife glowing with a faint blue cold light stretched out of thin air, and in the next second, it shattered into pieces of blue crystal mist.

At the same time, another knife handle appeared in Fukuchi Sakurachi's hand.

It looks like the hilt that the knife that suddenly appeared out of nowhere should have had, but a strange gap like a sword flower was cut off from the center of the blade, causing the blade to extend from the center of the blade all the way to the blade. The pointed part seemed to have pierced into the "another space" connected to the gap, and disappeared without a trace...

Fukuchi Sakurachi: ………

An extremely real look full of shock and realization appeared on his face:

"Really... so that's what it is..."

Fukuchi Sakurachi, who was wearing Dostoevsky's shell, looked more solemn than ever.

A large number of shadows covered his face, making it almost impossible to see what kind of expression he had on his face at this moment.

"You must be curious, right? Why does such a knife suddenly appear out of thin air at such a time?"

Fukuji Sakurachi's voice was extremely cold.

He looked up at the dark-haired youth with an unpredictable expression on the opposite side:

"This is the divine sword, Yu Yuqian! It was forged by a swordsmith who possessed supernatural powers 500 years ago. It is not used for actual combat, but a divine sword specially used for sacrificial ceremonies."

"Until it was sent to me, this knife has been enshrined in a certain shrine."

"It shouldn't have been used as a 'weapon' that could really be used in battle."

However, Fukuji Sakurachi's supernatural ability made this sacrificial sword possible to become a weapon for actual combat——

Ability: [Mirror Lion].

Its function is to enhance the performance of the weapon held in the hand to a hundred times.

Yu Yuqian was originally a supernatural creation.

It itself has the ability to "omit" space, separate the blade from the blade, and "teleport" to other places through the air.

After being "amplified" by Fukuji Sakurachi's supernatural ability, it can even make the blade appear tens of meters away in an instant, killing people invisible while talking and laughing.

Not only that.

This magic knife, which has been enshrined in front of the gods for thousands of years, also has the ability to "travel through time and space".

The reason why Fukuchi Sakurachi was able to achieve great fame on the international stage, becoming a "Hero of the Far East" who was born in Japan, a weak country with superpowers, but gained wide popularity and high prestige among the representatives of all countries in the United Nations, is precisely because of Yu Yuqian's ability to travel through time and space——

"This knife can stand in the future and sever the past."

There was no trace of pride in Fukuchi Sakurachi's voice, but it was just extremely flat, describing a most common fact.

"What an incredible young people... You must have made me, Fukuchi Sakurachi, taste the taste of 'defeat' at some point in the future."

"As far as that goes, I deserve my due respect."

"It's just a pity."

Fukuji Sakura said with a blank expression.

"The moment I confirmed my defeat, I should have summoned this divine sword, Yu Yuqian."

"It cuts off the 'past' leading to the result of my defeat, making the future of 'my defeat' lose its preconditions and become untenable."

Facing Dazai Osamu's surprised eyes, Fukuji Sakurachi finally laughed—but it was not the kind of hearty and joyful laugh before.

It was a cold, ironic, extremely complicated smile.

He shook the handle of the knife in his hand:

"How to do?"

Fukuchi Sakura's idiotic eyes scanned Dazai Osamu and Qiao Wen one after another.

"As long as I have this Yu Yuqian in hand, there will be no future of defeat waiting for me."

"Two little friends, how are you going to defeat a man who won't lose at all?"

"This is a 'feat' that no one has been able to achieve in the ever-changing European battlefield?"

[Fukuchi Sakurachi, this man who doesn't know what "defeat" is said to the opponents who have fallen into the abyss of despair in front of him, and he clenched the handle of the magic sword in his hand.

While those two haven't reacted yet, it's predictable that their defeat is a foregone conclusion.

In this way, the leader of [Five Decays of Heaven and Man], "Kamui" Fukuchi Sakurachi, has completed the only and most important task entrusted to him by the demon Fyodor D in this operation——to drag The footsteps of Qiao Wen, the "devil exorcist" of unknown origin, prevented him from interfering with Sakuragawa Rokka's story weaving and fiction.

on the other hand.

Without the help of the exorcist Qiao Wen, the girl named Kotoko Iwanaga suffered repeated setbacks in the confrontation with Sakuragawa Rikka.

This is nothing more than a normal thing.

Because "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko" originally existed in this world, and once surpassed countless supernatural beings. He was the closest existence in this Far Eastern island country to a transcendent.

He is the source of fear in the hearts of many supernatural beings.

He is the master of Long Yanjian who ruthlessly harvests the crystals of supernatural powers.

He is countless midnights filled with thick fog, the biggest nightmare that lingers in the hearts of everyone who knows his existence.

The immeasurable terror thus gathered.

If this is not called "the belief of all peoples".

If this cannot be gathered into the foundation to call Shibusawa Ryuhiko back from the underworld to this world again.

Then, the existence of "hypothetical weirdness" itself has become a big joke.

Sakuragawa Rokka thought so, tapped the keyboard lightly with her fingertips——

She was about to ring the last evening bell to signify Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's return.

The text appeared, the story was successfully constructed, and the dense fog representing the return of the master between Longyan has already begun to appear in the horizontal—]

"Hi hi~timeup~"

Accompanied by a deliberately protracted announcement, Sigma, who was sitting in the corner of the detective agency writing something furiously in a notebook, was taken away from the pen and notebook.

He maintained the original posture, raised his head in a daze, and found that Edogawa Ranpo had come to him at some point, holding the pen and notebook that he was holding in his hand at this time, shaking his face regretfully. Shaking again.

"... Mr. Ranpo?"

Sigma showed a look of doubt and a bit of trouble on his face.

"Why did you take my diary...?"

As if he didn't understand why Edogawa Ranpo suddenly appeared, and why he suddenly snatched the diary that he was recording his day's experience, he stared at him suspiciously.

"This level of acting skills is useless to a famous detective~"

Edogawa Ranpo turned a blind eye to the troubled and questioning look on Sigma's face.

He jumped back lightly, just behind Kunikida Doppo and Miyazawa Kenji who were stepping forward from left to right.

"Although there is a [page] bonus, a famous detective is really vulnerable to invisible 'manipulation', unconsciously acting according to the 'script' you set~"

"but--"

Edogawa Ranpo prolonged his tone again as if deliberately trying to annoy the other party.

"As long as you don't forget to be on guard from the very beginning, and carry this little Qiao with you..."

Saying that, Edogawa Ranpo took out a pack of thick snacks from his pocket——

"...Ah, that's not right! Master Ranbu took it wrong!"

He frantically stuffed the thick snacks back into his pocket, while trying his best to ignore the serious (disapproving) gaze from Mr. President behind him, trying to maintain the glorious image of the famous detective Da Da:

"It's this one! This one!"

This time he got it right.

What appeared in Sigma's eyes was a large square one covered with strange patterns and slightly glowing with white fluorescence——

Talisman? ?

"Dangdang~~ Produced by Xiao Qiao, it's the Pure Heart and Purifying Talisman!"

The famous detective shook the talisman in his hand as if showing off, and introduced it loudly.

"You can know the specific effect just by listening to the name! I won't use the name of a detective to describe it in detail?"

Sigma's innocent and confused expression froze.

"Hey~~ I'm giving up now? Do you struggle a little longer? Make Ranpo-sama appreciate your lame acting skills? Let me show Ranpo-sama a little more despair... oops!"

Before he could finish his arrogant and provocative speech, he was originally just standing aside, silently watching the development of the situation here, but now, he has come behind a certain famous detective, and without hesitation The movement of the silver-haired man who clasped his fingers behind the opponent's head was interrupted.

"It hurts! President, what are you doing..." The famous detective who was so arrogant just now turned into kicking over a water glass, grabbing a rotten slipper, tearing off a network cable... In short, he was grabbed by the back of the neck by the owner after doing something bad. A skinny little kitten, with the appearance of a feline feigning grievance, pampered and overly proud.

"—random steps."

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't reprimand him, but just called out the name of a famous detective softly.

Edogawa Ranpo immediately retracted his troubled claws obediently like a cat being picked up by the nape of his neck:

"...Okay, okay, I know!"

He puffed up his cheeks and muttered in a low voice:

"I also want to play with old man Fudi! I also want to expose him to his face! I also want to see his shocked and helpless face! Who told him to betray your trust!"

But the president doesn't allow it.

Qiao Wenwen and Osamu Dazai also think that Edogawa Ranpo is the most suitable candidate to stay in the detective agency among the three.

So Edogawa Ranpo has been enduring it with great reluctance until now.

It's finally reached the final stage of the plan, and I can play as much as I want... No, it's ridicule!

Uh...it doesn't seem right?

In short, it was finally possible to teach the opponent a lesson, but the president stood up and interrupted his few fun times.

unacceptable!

The detective puffed his cheeks unhappily, because he was in a bad mood, so his attitude towards a prospective prisoner from the enemy was naturally not much better:

"Are you surprised?"

He saw that Sigma no longer pretended to be innocent and dazed, but had a look of incomprehensible doubt on his expressionless face, and his originally very unhappy mood became a little bit happier——

Anyway, here's another fool to play with. (???)

"Are you surprised that we guessed your battle plan, or are you surprised..."

"How can we guess the whole picture of it?"

Edogawa said in a random manner, leaned down slightly, and met the eyes of "Sigma":

"Or... a bit of both?"

"Heh...hehe..." "Sigma" let out a slightly nervous laugh.

"Not bad," he said with a smile, "Is Edogawa Ranpo? You are very good!"

The famous detective who was praised: ...

how to say.

I don't feel like I want this compliment very much.

After all, the person in front of me, like that Mr. Demon, is the most incomprehensible to Lord Ranpo. He thinks too much, wants to do more, but what he wants is chaotic, and it is impossible to realize it at all——

Whoever chases wild and unrealistic visions...

The detective sighed heavily.

"Let's talk about it first." He lost that playful mentality, opened his green eyes slightly, and his expression became a little serious: "Even if you praise me, it won't do any good."

"...Oh." "Sigma" laughed again.

"...Tsk." Edogawa Ranpo clicked his tongue, "That's why Ranpo-sama hates talking to people like you the most."

I feel like I'm going to be abnormal!

and so--

"Let's fight quickly."

Edogawa said in disorder, raising the diary in his hand.

"This is not a 'diary that Sigma never leaves', and it is not used to record 'every little thing worth recording that happens in life', but it is disguised as a diary—[page] ,Right?"

--Yes.

What [page] is not kept by Dostoyevsky himself, but is kept in the hands of the leader of [Five Decays of Heaven and Man], the absolute power—“Shenwei”.

Why Qiao Wen and Osamu Dazai joined forces to attack, in order to seize the [page] from "Kamui".

What is my nesting doll, your nesting doll, my nesting doll, your nesting doll.

It's all a lie.

"From the very beginning, we guessed it."

"[The page] is neither in the hands of that demon king nor in the hands of Uncle Fudi."

"The one who really holds it is a person who will never be suspected, and no one will think that the [page] is kept in his hands, so there will be absolutely no attempt to take the [page] from him. The safest person who is at risk of walking."

"Then, who is this character?"

Although he was asking a question, Ranpo Edogawa obviously didn't give "Sigma" a chance to raise his hand to answer.

He raised one arm high, and when it came down, he gestured with his fingers to fire a pistol. Among them, the index finger, which acts as a "gun.barrel", pointed steadily at the seat that was separated by Kunikida Doppo and Miyazawa Kenji. "Sigma" who didn't make any unnecessary movements in the corner——

"Of course it is you who have surrendered to us and become half of our companion——Sigma-kun."

"Or should I call you, the false Lord Sigma disguised by one of the [Five Decays of Heaven and Man], 'Clown' Gogol?"

"...Eh~" Hearing that Edogawa Ranpo did not hesitate to call out his identity, the last trace of Sigma's traits on the face of the man known as the "clown" finally faded away completely, and replaced by those who were the same as those few days before. The nervous laughter perfectly matched the exaggerated and weirdly huge smile: "You even guessed this? Should it be said that even Fei Jia has praised him, a veritable 'detective'?"

Even when the [pages] were taken away, his true identity was exposed, his "script" was already in jeopardy, and there was a risk of being completely torn up at any time, Gogol still had an interesting smile on his face , I can't see the slightest bit of tension and sadness.

"So! It's my turn to ask questions!"

"Why am I still so optimistic and strong even though the [page] was taken away and you called out my real name?"

"The hint is—"

"Because I don't have to be afraid of anything at all!"

"...Ah, I accidentally posted the correct answer... But it's okay!"

While talking, the "Joker" who wore the appearance of "Sigma" but showed a face completely different from that of Sigma himself, full of madness, stood up, crossed his chest with his right hand, and gave a gentlemanly salute :

"Since you already know my name, it means that you also know my ability?"

"Then ask again—"

"The supernatural powers are small-scale manifestation magic, strange power magic, phantom magic, resurrection magic, and reasoning games..."

"How are you going to catch me and stop me?"

As Gogol said, he opened his arms wide, as if he wanted to embrace the whole world, and laughed wildly and happily:

"Hahahahahahahaha!!! Ridiculous! Too ridiculous!"

"Why do people find it so ridiculous?"

"Of course it's because—"

"With you, it is impossible to do this!"

"Do you think what you think is what you think?"

"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

"It's all in Fei Jia's expectation that things have developed to this point?"

"Then come on—"

"Keep pleasing me! Let me see how far you can surprise me!"

"It won't be until now that this is all there is, right? Don't let me down! Detective agency!"

At this time, he did not forget to connotate that supernatural powers are "games" and "playing house", which are completely different from other people's supernatural abilities that can still be recognized as a kind of magic. The famous detective who came to fight revenge: →_→

Edogawa ranpo curled his lips.

"How to catch you? The answer is very simple."

He said, took a step back with his hands behind his back, and made a gesture of please:

"Why don't you use your supernatural ability now?"

Gogol: ......

The exaggerated and wild laughter in his mouth stopped suddenly.

Dostoevsky's confident words echoed in his mind:

"Qiao Wen... This person's ability is indeed the biggest variable. It is also the most likely to hinder our plan."

"But don't worry, it's Kamui and Pushkin who will face him. Even if he can really block the space, it won't affect the development of Kolya and you."

As Dostoevsky spoke, he twiddled the chess pieces in his hand:

"It doesn't matter whether it is a supernatural ability or any other 'ability'. If it is not effective, what is the difference between having it or not?"

A puzzled smile appeared on Gogol's face.

"As expected of Fei Jia. Did you even foresee this in advance..."

He watched Edogawa Ranpo with a smile on his face, as he said, he reached out to take off the coat on his shoulders, and flicked it slightly to the side——

The air was silent for two seconds, and nothing happened during the whole process of the shaking coat slowly falling down...

Edogawa Ranpo looked at Gogol, whose expression remained unchanged, thought for a while, and kindly explained to the other party:

"Little Joe gave me this before you came."

As he spoke, he took out a ball of golden balls from his pocket.

The moment this small ball appeared, with it as the core point, countless golden chains spread around, wrapping the entire building where the detective agency was located, locking the upper, lower, left, and right spaces.

Gogol stared at the scene in front of him almost in amazement.

Such a magnificent and strange scene, even with supernatural abilities, may not be able to achieve similar visual effects.

"Oh... by the way, and this."

Ignoring the astonishment that flashed across Gogol's face, Ranpo Edogawa reached into his pocket again, and then——

He pulled out a piece of...

Eraser? ? ?

Under Gogol's eyes full of genuine confusion, Edogawa Ranpo held the newly taken eraser in his hand, and pressed it on the open pages of the notebook he collected from Gogol.

Gogol:? ? ?

Gogol:? ? ? ? ?

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeh--???"

He uttered an extremely exaggerated continuous onomatopoeia full of unknown exclamations.

"No way? No way no way no way?"

A series of questions rushed out, and Gogol covered his stomach and laughed loudly:

"Do you really think that you can erase the content written on the [book] with an eraser? Even if what is here is not a complete [book], but just a [book page], but functionally speaking, it has not been typed. Is it discounted?"

"It's so... so imaginative, it really frightened me."

"Hey, don't just wipe it off, just give me some attention! I said... eh??"

Gogol suddenly stopped speaking in the middle of the burst of gun-like words.

He lowered his head and watched his body gradually return to his original appearance, his own clothes and figure.

Looking at the opposite side again, Edogawa Ranpo who was still persistently rubbing the eraser on the [book page] that was changing from a notebook back to a thin page——

Gogol:? ? ?

Gogol:! ! !

Question-

Now... what the hell is going on? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say: After proofreading and preparing to update, the computer suddenly crashed... It scared me to death. Fortunately, although I have tossed a lot, the final updated content is safe and sound_(:з」∠)_

Hahaha, many of the comments think of Jing Ji.There is one thing to say, Jing Ji is really annoying. Thinking about it this way, it seems that I can suddenly understand Fukuji Sakurachi's mood at that time [it won't

Some people say that the script has been torn up like this, can we continue to dolls?

Here comes the answer - set, you can set it! 【Point the question again

Gogol: Shocked by Crazy Criticism.jpg

Random steps: Maomao proud.jpg

Fukuchi Sakurachi: I don’t know what happened, but I’m still pretending.jpg

Dazai & Qiao Xiaowen: We will just quietly watch you pretend.jpg

Tuo Sijun, the behind-the-scenes black hand who still hasn't been able to make a face-to-face appearance: Hmm...

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