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"How is such a thing possible?" Lan Tang sat on the reception sofa of the detective agency, with an expression of disbelief, he almost couldn't hold the teacup in his hand, he didn't feel cold anymore, and his coat was casually hung aside He was only wearing a black woolen sweater on his coat rack. Compared with the chill in autumn and winter, what he heard now made him feel more shocked and incredible.

"How could such a thing happen?" He couldn't help repeating the fact that it was too shocking.

"Oh, Mr. Lantang, you already believed it, didn't you?" Osamu Dazai curiously poked the cheek of Verlaine who was lying on the ground, "Wow, it really looks exactly like a slug, wait a minute, don't you think Saying that slugs will grow that tall in the future? Isn't that necessary?"

"Shut up, you're so annoying!" Zhongya yelled at him, then turned to look at the man in front of him, "Lan Tang, ah, that's not right, Lan Tang is a Japanese term, you said you are French , then according to the corresponding French pronunciation, the correct pronunciation should be Mr. Rimbaud, am I right?"

"You're right, my surname is Rimbaud, Arthur Rimbaud." Lan Tang was silent for a moment, then nodded and said.

"Mr. Rimbaud, you should be clear that what we say is the truth, it's just because it's too shocking that you find it unbelievable." Nakaya said seriously, "But what we said is all the truth. You don't have to doubt it."

"That's right, it's like the guy who fell on the ground now. Since Mr. Ghost Lantern said that he is already an ordinary person, he really can only be an ordinary person." Dazai said and poked Verlaine on the cheek again. , While talking, he recalled the time when he met the ghost lamp before.

Even he couldn't help but feel the bone-chilling chill from the aura emanating from the other party's body. It wasn't something like malice, but something more simple, the natural coercion caused by the ghosts and gods of hell on human beings in this world.

That is the living creature's fear of death.

It is the instinct of life.

For the first time, Osamu Dazai, who thought he would not feel this way, had a real realization of "I am still a human being".

Soon he realized that it seemed that the other party sent it out on purpose to scare him.

The subsequent communication also convinced him of this. This hell ghost named Ghost Lantern seemed to hate him very much, no, more precisely, he hated his type very much.

"That's right, I really hate people like you, who are frivolous, don't cherish life, and act recklessly." At that time, Ghost Lantern just took the sake that Yuji Maomao poured him, and said casually, "But more importantly Yes, I hate people like you who don't work hard."

"Hey hey hey!" If the first few adjectives Dazai thinks that he has no problem at all, the last sentence seems to him to be a serious false accusation, "Obviously I have a job that will be handed over to me All done on time!"

At this time, Ghost Lantern seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him. While clinking glasses with Fukuzawa Yukichi on the other side, he chatted with him about what happened after the death of the members of the Ghost Killing Squad.

Most of the people who died in the Ghost Killing Squad could go directly to heaven or reincarnation. Only a few wanted to stay and become jailers, and the others were sent away without even queuing up.

And the few who stayed in hell have now adapted to the high-intensity work of hell. Some time ago, everyone was very busy during the Dragon Head War - although in fact they are still busy now - and their best The way to decompress and vent is to go to hell and toss those guys who used to be ogres on the ground.

Almost all of them are burdened with serious crimes, except for the ghost king and a few upper strings who are still in the process of falling-those who are punished into Abi Hell must first fall in mid-air for more than 2000 years, and during the period they have to experience the prison guard's death. While repeating his life, including shame, anger, and regret—as for the punishment there, in the words of the ghost lamp, it is the cruelty of adding up all the punishments in hell and multiplying them by ten.

It's also interesting to say that the only one in the upper string who doesn't need to go through this is actually the third of the upper string, the guy who fought Fukuzawa Yukichi at the beginning, but even if he doesn't need to fall into the hell of Abi, he is also in hell now serving sentence.However, even if this winner in life serves his sentence, he still has a beautiful girlfriend with him.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai realized that he was distracted and thought he didn't know where he was going. He quickly stood up and walked to Mr. Rimbaud beside him, "Also, Mr. Rimbaud, I think you should worry about what you have and what you don't have now. It's better to think carefully about what you are going to do next, after all, you see."

He said, pointing to Verlaine, who was lying on the ground and still unconscious, "This gentleman is here to look for you, right? In other words, France seems to have finally remembered you, the former transcendent, that's why you Someone came all the way from France to Japan."

Lan Tang, no, Mr. Rimbaud, who now used his own name back, was stunned, and then.A wry smile appeared on his face. Although his memory came back nine out of ten, the most important part was still missing.Moreover, as an intelligence officer, he has been left alone in Japan for so many years. Even if Verlaine would report his death to his superiors when he returned, it would be impossible for France not to send someone to conduct a review based on his status.

But even if he subconsciously avoided the French when he lost his memory, he did investigate after his memory came back in pieces last year, and the French side really didn’t send anyone over. It's like there was no such a supernatural being in France from the very beginning.

This unfeeling attitude even made him wonder if he wanted to propose betraying the motherland when he had a dispute with Verlaine?

These kinds of thoughts kept intertwining in his mind, but there was no abnormal expression on Rimbaud's face, and he took another sip of the berry black tea in his hand, "You are right, these things are indeed... It should be true, but because it is too unbelievable, I am a little..."

Rimbaud was born in a family of believers who believed in Christianity. Although he himself did not believe in religion, he was not unable to accept the existence of gods, not to mention that he knew a little about Verlaine. Nor would he have been assigned to work with Verlaine.

But now the god in Verlaine's body has been forcibly taken away by the same ghost, and he has become an ordinary person...

"But Paul, this is..." Rimbaud looked at the man who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Why have you been in a coma until now?"

"I don't know, but since Mr. Ghost Lantern didn't take his soul away, it means that he is not dead yet, and he is probably comatose due to the stress reaction of his body?" The famous detective sitting in his seat drank a bottle of water The soda said, "After all, I have lived with the gods for so long, and the gods are suddenly taken out of my body, so the body can't bear it?"

"Yes, is that so?" Rimbaud glanced at the man who fell on the ground, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, Rimbaud spoke, with the first smile on his face since he met Verlaine, "This Dazai is right, I really need to prepare well for the future matter."

"You want to go back to France?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously.

"Yes, I'm going back to France." Rimbaud picked up the cup, drank the tea and stood up, "I'm going to find Mr. Sen to resign, and then go back to France to deal with my previous affairs. matter."

"Doctor Mori won't let him go so easily." Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had been standing aside and listening, said.

"Generally speaking, it's really not very good, but fortunately, my current boss is a standard evaluator, so as long as I provide him with enough benefits, he won't care about it." Rimbaud's face With a confident expression, that is the expression that a transcendent who dared to sneak into other countries' military bases alone at a young age should have.

"Oh, what is it?" Dazai Osamu showed a very curious expression.

"It's okay to tell you." Rimbaud took off the coat on the side, snapped his fingers, and Verlaine, who was lying on the side in a coma, was immediately put in, "I will exchange information on the mafia in Italy. "

"Italian Mafia?" A little surprised expression appeared on the faces of several people who heard this.

"PortMafia has already spread to Italy?" Zhongye's expression of surprise was the most obvious.

"No, PortMafia's power is currently mainly in Japan. Although some ports in Southeast Asia are also controlled by power, Mr. Mori is a wise man and will not rashly do things beyond his control." Lan Bo hung his clothes on his arm, put away the subspace cube containing Verlaine, and said, "But even so, it is still necessary to control the information, not to mention the information I use as a getaway deal, Mr. Sen will definitely agree of."

After Rimbaud finished speaking, he ignored the puzzled expressions on their faces, walked up to Zhongye, and stuffed a small ticket into his hand, "This is the ticket I bought in that jewelry store." I asked the shopkeeper to help me maintain the small ticket for the hat, and I don’t think I will have time to pick it up in two days, so I will ask you to help me get the hat and keep it by the way.”

"Aurevoir", a young man from France, waved to several people and left from the red brick building.

"Mr. Sen is willing to pay for Italian mafia information..." The detective sitting in his seat thought for a while, and came to a somewhat unbelievable conclusion, "There is a large mafia organization in Italy, and some of them are not as good as More importantly, the retired high-level? The descendants of the high-level? Or the heir? In Japan? "

"Ah, no, there are too few clues, so I can only guess so much." Edogawa Ranpo drank the wave soda in his hand in one gulp, and then ran down from his seat, "Yuji Mr. Yuji, I want the glass beads inside!"

Yukichi Maomao, who had been pushed into the tea room by Edogawa Ranpo from the very beginning of making tea, poked his head out, as if asking if the matter was over.

"That's right, it's over." Edogawa Ranpo said, handing the glass bottle in his hand to Yukichi Tomomi.

The big cat Yuji, who didn't even see Rimbaud's face during the whole process, took the glass bottle very habitually, poured water and washed it first, then unscrewed the bottle cap, took out the glass beads inside, and then walked over Pass it to a detective.

Only Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sitting on the sofa, pinched the receipt in his hand with a dazed expression, "Brother Rimbaud, what do you mean by giving me his hat?"