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Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky was an ordinary Russian.

Most of the time, he feels that he is no different from any other young people of the same age around him-except that his body seems to be a little weaker.

But there are also a small amount of time, when he takes a little bit of energy away from the busy work of drafting and relies on espresso to refresh himself tiredly, looking out the window at the leaden gray sky with large snowflakes falling from time to time, Fyodor Suddenly, there will also be a feeling that I should not be sitting in a warm room with a burning fireplace writing the first draft of a novel, but should be doing something more... um... "dangerous" somewhere farther away subtle illusion.

"Fei Jia~"

The overly lively call awakened Fyodor from his contemplation, and the sound of the door opening at the same time as the call made him subconsciously turn his gaze to the direction of the door of the room.

From the opened door, a handsome young man with silver hair and golden eyes walked in with a smile, and vigorously waved the kraft paper bag in his hand——

"Guess what I got?"

Fyodor subconsciously wanted to bite the first knuckle of his index finger, or the thumbnail, but he remembered that the housekeeper in charge of taking care of him, Ivan Goncharov, reminded himself before——

"Dear Master Fyodor, if you continue like this, maybe you won't need to take in calcium from the outside world in your lifetime - after all, the nails you bit off are enough to supplement your body's needs? In that case , then you shouldn’t need to eat milk and soy products, right? Do you want me to cross these two foods from your diet?”

Thinking of Ivan's gloomy smile that seemed to exude black air from the inside out when he said this, the young man with a fluffy white hat on his head put down his raised hand aggrievedly, and looked at his friend who was in high spirits:

"Is it a letter from a reader?"

"Oh! As expected of Fedya!" The visitor - Fyodor's friend, another writer in charge of the same editor at the same publishing house, Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol with a bright smile, He sat down in the red velvet armchair opposite Fyodor's desk.

"The readers in our country are really enthusiastic. This is already the third batch of letters from readers sent to the publishing house this month. It is really flattering to hear from Sergey that there are letters from foreign readers from afar."

Gogol said with high spirits.

Fyodor drew himself a little tighter into the thick cloak.

Although the fireplace in the room had already been lit by the caring housekeeper, he was still a little bit chilled by the cold air brought in by Gogol, who was born weak.

"There's nothing surprising about that."

he said softly.

"Kolya, your novel is so well written, it will be recognized and sought after by countless readers, and this is a matter of course."

Hearing this, Gogol showed a very happy smile.

"Don't talk about me, Fedya, how about you? Since the last short story was published, Sergey, the other editors and chief editors of the publishing house, and readers from all over the country, everyone has been reading I am looking forward to your next novel! But who knew that you have been procrastinating for such a long time, until my "Dead Soul" was republished, and your first draft has not yet been finalized."

Hearing the urging meaning hidden in his words, Fyodor did not avoid the important ones this time, or simply avoided the topic.

He put down the pen in his hand, touched the manuscript that had just been completed on the table——

"...It's done."

"……Eh?!"

Gogol was thrown down by a bomb without warning, and the whole person was blown stupid.

But seeing the friend wrapped in a thick cloak and with a white soft hat on his head raised his mouth, after sorting out the manuscript that had just been completed on the table, he pushed it towards him.

"Want to see it?"

He heard the other party ask with a smile.

"My first draft, Crime and Punishment."

Gogol was dazed for two seconds, and then, before Fyodor could repent, he reached out and firmly pressed the precious manuscript in front of him.

"I want."

He replied with bright eyes.

……

……

"...Isn't this quite capable."

A few months later, the same world, Japan, Yokohama.

Osamu Dazai flipped through the original novel brought back from Russia by someone in his hand, looked at the large title of Преступлениеинаказание on the cover, and the signature of Ф.М.Достоевский where the author signed it, and a smile of unknown meaning was raised at the corner of his mouth. ①

Across the small dessert table, Kotoko Iwanaga, who was sitting opposite him, picked up the black tea cup and took a sip.

Even if she is a master screenwriter like her, she would never have imagined that this person in front of her could pull off such a showy operation.

"Isn't Fyodor-kun very yearning for 'a world where supernatural beings don't exist'."

Many days ago, when a young man named Qiao Wen actually wrote on the [book page] about the various situations that "should" happen before and after the separation of the two worlds, Osamu Dazai, who was still the leader at the time, said this lightly .

"After all, it is the fusion of the possibility world and a certain real world. During the fusion process, a little 'little accident' occurs, and it is not an 'unreasonable development', right? For example... as a subsidiary world, for To ensure the safety of the main world, the 'special settings' beyond the necessary level are avoided by the fusion between the worlds—this kind of."

"What's the use of having so many supernatural beings? Only limited supernatural beings in Yokohama are enough."

"It's better to add such a restriction - for some reason, after the supernatural being leaves the Yokohama territory, the power of the supernatural power will be greatly weakened."

"As for the supernatural beings outside of Yokohama..."

"I remember that in Qiao Jun's world, many people with the same name seem to be great literary creators at the literary level?"

While talking, the young man in black showed a rather harmless soft smile:

"How about...how about letting them all go back to their old profession?"

What [book] to grab, what terrorist organization to establish, what to do, what to destroy the world!

If you have that free time, give me some code words, pigeons! !

To this day, thinking of someone's "soft" and "innocent" smile with dark air on their backs at that time, Iwanaga Kotoko still feels stomach ache.

"I've read the novel too, and it's really well written."

The blond girl said dryly, and quickly changed the focus of the conversation in order to prevent the person in front of her from talking about any weird topics:

"So, your affairs are almost handled?"

When it comes to this topic, the smile on the leader Zai's face is obviously more sincere.

"Ah." He said briskly, "The port Mafia has been handed over to my former partner. Although he was very reluctant when he took over, he kept talking about me, saying that he had never heard of the black.hand.party boss who died at a young age. Retirement, do you know how much trouble I have caused him like this, it is really troublesome to prevent someone in the organization from trying to assassinate me or make trouble in my name, anyway, if I want to retire, it would be better to just die—— Oh, don’t show such an expression, Ms. Iwanaga, although I also hate Chuya, I wish I could make him into a can of fried slugs, seal him and sink to the deepest part of Yokohama Bay (???), but it’s just for fun Lah! Chuya has been working hard since then, protecting me, the former boss who should have been erased, well?"

——Although there is a large part of the credit for Koyo Ozaki, after all, the dark dwarf with a brain full of violence and muscles is really not good at mental work.

"But it's okay."

Chuya must be a very suitable leader of the port Mafia.

Especially in this already peaceful world where the influence of supernatural beings has been minimized.

"I have made good arrangements for Dunjun. After all, the port Mafia will also consider its own image and external transformation in the future. It will subsidize one or two orphanages and provide free professional training for all staff including the director. It is normal for them to have some incorrect educational concepts."

As for Akutagawa Silver.

Osamu Dazai gave the girl the right to choose, whether to stay in the port Mafia, or leave the organization to find her brother.

Contrary to Osamu Dazai's expectation, the girl chose to stay.

"After all, I'm used to living here."

With a gentle smile on her face, she bowed to Osamu Dazai who was about to leave:

"Thank you for your care and teaching over the years, brother... I will think about it again."

Osamu Dazai didn't realize that when he bid farewell to Gin Akutagawa, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"In the future, as long as you 'please' Anwu to help clean up the files, and then stay dormant for a year or two..."

He should be able to "acquaint" Odasaku with a more relaxed attitude like another self.

"...It sounds like a lot of hard work." Iwanaga Kotoko put down the teacup, and comforted her very casually.

"Then you asked me to meet senior today, and you want to borrow [book]...?"

While talking, Kuro Sakuragawa walked over from the counter with a plate of various cakes and pastries in his hand.

Osamu Dazai watched the tall young man gently place the tray in front of the blond girl on the opposite side, and when the latter complained coquettishly, "Senior Kuro is so slow~", he helplessly and connivingly said "Hey hey~ I'm sorry for letting you down!" Miss has been waiting for a long time" in response, for some reason, I suddenly felt that the cake in my hand was not sweet at all →_→

He quickly adjusted his expression:

"Actually, it's nothing. I'm just thinking, after we leave, will the 'I' in that world ask Qiao Jun to use that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to achieve some impossible miracle."

Iwanaga Kotoko didn't ask him what the so-called "miracle" refers to.

She happily took out the [book] from the backpack on Kuro Sakuragawa's back.

"Here." The girl unpreparedly handed the [book] to the young man opposite, "Please go ahead."

Osamu Dazai paused, thanked him, and took this book just by looking at the cover. It is not much different from any novels on the market. It is a special [book].

The moment his fingertips touched the 【Book】—

The whole world came to a standstill.

Even Kotoko Iwanaga and Kuro Sakuragawa on the opposite side of the table maintained their original movements as if some still button had been pressed, freezing into a beautiful picture scroll.

Osamu Dazai didn't realize that he let out a silent sigh——

I really want to remind these two people that they should be more or less vigilant towards others!

If he had a bad intention and used this opportunity where only he could move freely to do something bad, the young couple opposite would not even have a chance to resist.

While feeling in his heart, "Yeah, I really became a good person", Dazai Osamu opened the [book page] and browsed the information of the parallel world——

……

……

Rewind the time to a few months ago.

Another world, Yokohama.

Ranpo Edogawa came back from buying a new batch of rough snacks outside, pushed open the door of the Armed Detective Agency, and found that the detective agency today was a bit extraordinarily quiet.

There are no ringing telephones, no busy clerks shuttling back and forth, no bustling and laughing investigators, there is only a salted fish paralyzed in the seat, doing it on its back =^ = Face, Osamu Dazai who lost his dream.

Detective:…………

……excuse me.

He tiptoed to hold the doorknob, just about to close the door quietly and slip away to the coffee shop on the first floor to kill the rest of the time, when he was suddenly approached by a magnified face, which almost hit him——

"Mr. Luanbu, you are coming back~"

Detective:…………

The detectives were almost frightened and dropped the rough snacks they just bought.

"Dazai-kun." He pushed away Dazai Osamu's face, "Are you eating mushrooms of unknown origin again?"

Osamu Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai struggled to stand up straight against the wall.

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo." With a bewildered smile, his voice was light and floating, like a cloud made of cotton candy, sweet and soft, "I saw a lot of ostriches, as well as lions, antelopes, zebras... or some other animal."

Edogawa Ranpo: ………

What kind of weird mushroom illusion is this.

Osamu Dazai continued to speak in that dreamy and misty voice:

"I also saw Kunikida-kun riding on the back of a hyena, followed by Atsushi-kun and Kyoka-chan sitting hand in hand on the giraffe's neck..."

"……Well."

——Okay, no need to ask, if everyone in the detective agency looks like this in Osamu Dazai's Mushroom Vision, then even if you don't use your super reasoning ability, Edogawa Ranpo can easily guess Why is the office empty like this.

He glanced at Dazai Osamu who was still full of dreams, and thought about it carefully——

Ever since Qiao Wen purchased a large amount of thick dim sum of the same style as him, saying that he wanted to take it back as a gift, and through the relationship of the detective agency, he inquired about the chocker brand that a gravity user in Mafia loves to use, and smiled dryly under the strange eyes of everyone. He said that the other party had a good taste, and he was going to buy some of the same money back as a gift. After that, he asked everyone in the detective agency to get a lot of autographs (?), and finally found an innocent three-colored cat at the house of the president's secretary, Ms. Haruno. Seriously, he took a lot of photos of the other party from various angles (???), and then, the exorcist simply waved goodbye to everyone and left this world in a rather unscientific way.

—Since this incident.

The detective agency was busy at first, handing over Dostoevsky, who was blocked by the supernatural secret service department who had received the news in advance, together with his captured friends, under the witness of the supernatural secret service department. An agent sent by Meursault, the European supernatural prison, to take over.

Then, Fukuji Sakurachi was secretly transferred to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and imprisoned in a special guard institution—of course, it was said that Mr. Fukuchi, the captain of the hound and the hero of the Far East, had to temporarily withdraw from the front line due to his advanced age and poor health. Rest and recuperate the body for a long time in a confidential place.

Although the results of the handling of Fukuji Sakurachi have undergone some intense discussions at the top of the government, but compared to announcing that the only hero in Japan who can do it on the international stage is actually the leader of a terrorist organization. Confidential information that is obviously suicidal, and people are secretly imprisoned for the obvious reason of rest, at least they can retain the last bit of dignity for the Japanese government.

Although the price of doing so is that Japan, which is already a weak country with superpowers, may be looked down upon by those European powerhouses in the international community in the future.

"But it doesn't matter, anyway, the era of war is over long ago, and now peaceful development is the mainstream trend of thought, and Japan will not be wiped out just because of Uncle Shaofukuchi."

It was a blunt response from a prominent detective who was being questioned by a bigwig in the government at the time.

"Although he himself wanted to run to become the leader of a terrorist organization, but he was able to push a righteous hero to such a point. As leaders, you should reflect on yourself? Blame yourself for exposing this conspiracy. What does the Armed Detective Agency look like? It's shameful!"

Realizing that letting his brat continue to speak so freely, the high-level government official on the opposite side might have a heart attack. A wayward cat who speaks so harshly.

It is none of the business of the detective agency how the government struggles afterwards.

After all, they are just a small non-governmental organization, and they can't control the heads of officials and gentlemen ╮(╯_╰)╭

The only thing related to the detective agency is the fact that the recent Yokohama is really peaceful and unbelievably peaceful—even the port of Mafia has been doing a lot less during this period, and all of a sudden, the whole of Yokohama is so peaceful that Osamu Dazai can change his tricks every day The point where I started to try different kinds of poisonous mushrooms ==

"Speaking of which, when you were parting that day, what did you say to Qiao Wen alone?"

The famous detective who was forced into the detective agency by Osamu Dazai sat in his chair and asked casually while opening a snack.

Osamu Dazai's dreamy smiling face froze slightly.

"...This is a secret." He didn't expect his reaction to fool a famous detective with top observation skills, he paused, and replied with a smile. "It's a secret between me and Qiao Jun."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't want to ask anything from him at first, cut it out of disinterest, and then buried himself in eating the thick dim sum seriously.

Osamu Dazai smiled, still with a bit of hallucinatory vision, he moved away from Ranpo Edogawa who was sitting on the trunk of an elephant chewing some special fruit (???) that was very strange in color and shape , turned to the cloudless blue sky outside the window——

What a peaceful day.

he thinks.

……

……

Compared with the return from a long trip last time, Qiao Wen's return this time, the crowd seemed not so big.

——At least his majesty didn't come to Huangquan to pick him up this time.

As usual, Qiao Wen was greeted by the deity of Ba Wei, and then the two were led to Yan Mo Temple by the ghost lamp. They sat down with the beautiful goddess Izanah and drank afternoon tea. Speaking of the leader Zai once jokingly said that he wanted to integrate his world into theirs, but when Qiao Wen refused, Qiao Wen could feel that the ghost lamp was obviously relieved, and looked at it with a very admiring look. I glanced at myself...

Qiao Wen: ...

Well, he now knows how right he was.

Even if a workaholic is like a ghost lamp, coupled with the workload of such a world, I am afraid that he will also enter a state of liver damage (although ghosts and gods may not have the concept of liver damage at all _(:з)∠)_).

After drinking the afternoon tea, telling the story, and saying goodbye to the beauty Izanah, Qiao Wenwen and Bawei returned to the Mikage Shrine that they had not seen for a long time.

Mikage was still waiting for them as before, sitting in the courtyard with a smile on her face.

This completely relieved Qiao Wen's nerves that had been tense throughout the journey in another world - it felt so good to know that someone was waiting for him at home.

He took a comfortable hot bath, and Mikage dried his half-length black hair bit by bit with a clean and soft towel.

"It's time for you to cut your hair." Yuying stroked Qiao Wen's soft black hair, and was occasionally amused by his little animal-like moans.

"Or just keep it longer?"

Ruixi was walking down the corridor with a jar of divine wine in her arms. Hearing this, she poked her head halfway over and proposed with a smile.

"No. It's too troublesome to take care of long hair." Qiao Wen nestled on Yuying's lap, muttering with her eyes closed.

Just look at Bawei.

The long-haired Bawei's beauty value has indeed improved several levels, but Bawei usually has short hair, and unless necessary, he rarely shows people with long hair.

Said that the fox and the fox will be there.

Bawei, who also just took a shower and was wearing a bathrobe and a towel on his head, just turned the corner when he heard the end of this conversation.

The demon fox raised his hand and stroked his chin——

Long-haired Qiao Wen?

Sounds... like good?

However, in view of Qiao Wen's firm refusal, Mikage finally set up a bench in the yard, pressed Qiao Wen, who was drowsy from the sun, on the bench, wrapped a white cloth towel, and trimmed his hair with his own hands.

——Although in the middle of the cut, Qiao Wen fell asleep completely →_→

Seeing her refreshing new hairstyle the next day, Qiao Wen generously gave the blond god a big hug——

Almighty old father Mikage, you deserve it!

Mikage touched the little troublemaker's head with a new haircut with a smile.

"How was it? This journey... how did you gain?"

Qiao Wen knew that what Yu Ying asked was not about his specific experience - he had already told the other party about this after he came back yesterday.

Mikage said that after completing the commission this time, Qiao Wen received double commission rewards from the two world consciousnesses.

At present, only the King of Golden Nightmare can summarize this point. Although this Majesty is still in Qunma at the moment, it is said that he has gone to enjoy a seven-day and six-night hot spring trip, but she has already passed the contract with Qiao Wen. From the spiritual sound transmission, the reward information for this time came——

【Name: Future Decider

Type: Title, permanently effective from the date of wearing

Explanation: In order to thank you for your help, two unreliable and hostile world consciousness made an exception to cooperate, and made this thank you gift after realizing a certain rule they both possess.When you wear it, there is at least an 80% chance that any event that is aimed at you will develop in a good direction.You can also initiate a "determine the future" ability by sacrificing the utility of the title in the next 30 days, with a success rate of over 99.9%.The cooling time is 30 days - don't ask why it is 30 days, I believe your clever little head can sort out the cause and effect.

Evaluation: Among the many strange titles, it is still a relatively practical one.However, probability is only probability after all. It is hard to guarantee that you will not have a black face that cannot be triggered. Remember to be cautious and expect its true effect. PS: Although this remuneration is quite sincere, it is far from offsetting the hard work you have paid for it.With this in mind, your protector has decided to take it upon himself to teach a lesson to those two bastards who dared to make you suffer. 】

Qiao Wen: ...

Qiao Wen: ……………

Are you so vengeful?His Majesty?

But... he likes it.

Nothing could make Qiao Wen feel happier than expressing his concern so bluntly.

He smiled and showed his latest reward to Miying and Bawei.

Mikage: ...

Bawei: .........

The master and slave looked at each other, and found a slight smile in each other's eyes.

……

How His Majesty taught the two cubs the world-conscious Qiao Wen didn't know yet.

After a short rest, he took Bawei, who had projected his consciousness into the doll's body again, and stepped into a new space-time rift under the farewell of the ghost lamp.

And this time...

As soon as Qiao Wen was "vomited" out of the crack, he felt a sense of extreme discomfort covering his whole body.

It's as if... the whole world is filled with some kind of deep malice that doesn't target anyone.

Qiao Wen: ...

What kind of weird world did he escape to?

The author has something to say: ①The Russian title of "Crime and Punishment" from Baidu and the Russian signature of Dosi "FM Dostoevsky"

After all, it is an original document imported from Maoxiong Country, and the title of the original text is more impressive (forceful) [You

No, I didn’t expect to persecute Tuosi and his little friends to be so happy. The original plan to write at least the beginning of the new world was not fully written... Keep working hard in the next chapter XD

Wenhao Tuosi: Hmm... [Should I really be writing novels here? I always feel like I'm not doing this..." in a confused voice

Leader Zai: Write!Write me all! [plug pen ing

All staff achieved HE!I won’t specifically write about the encounter between the leader Jae and the parallel world Oda Zuo, let’s imagine freely hehehe

Next chapter New World!The little angels can guess where it is, the hint should be fairly obvious? wwwww

感谢在2021-01-2911:49:09~2021-01-3011:59:34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: Ling 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：芜园楼主179瓶；白云悠悠100瓶；茶馅笼包、自带碳基生命体的眼镜、yue、羽墨10瓶；同分异构、qing9瓶；火炎焱燚、骑兔子的萝卜5瓶；夙言、诺黛尔1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!