Conscience screenwriter leader Jae

That night.

On this day, Yokohama ushered in the biggest torrential rain this year, from morning to night.

Dark clouds occupy the entire sky, even if there is wind, there are stubborn and hard to drive clouds.The air is stuffy and oppressive, just like the serial murders that have been raging throughout Yokohama during this period of time, making it difficult to breathe.

Only a few lost swifts shuttled through the heavy rain and uttered a few chirps from time to time, but their petite figure and weak wings seemed to be crumbling in the wind and rain.

Beaded curtains, and even the ruthless torrential rain that flowed down like a waterfall, washed the city, including the crimes here.

This is an abandoned church that has not yet been demolished.

This church, which is made of wood and red bricks as a whole, is hidden in a small forest. In such weather conditions, even the statue of the Virgin holding the Son outside the church looks particularly eerie.

"Squeak—" The dilapidated mahogany door of the church was pushed open by a man.

This seemingly ordinary man, even in terms of appearance, can be said to be a kind and honest type of man. He is the criminal of the serial murder case that once caused the citizens of Yokohama to panic and panic.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a missionary-style white dress, holding a kerosene lamp emitting faint light, walked down the spiral staircase, and walked towards the church hall step by step.

A few white candles were lit inside the hall, and the candlelight illuminated most of the hall.

Looking along the aisle, you can see that there are many colorful murals on the walls, most of which are God, Jesus, the Virgin Mary, angels and believers.Although the murals are a bit old and have more mottled cracks, the people in the paintings have a holy and loving expression, and just looking at them makes people feel respectful, and they dare not feel profane and rebellious.

The middle-aged man crossed rows of neat benches, passed these murals, and stopped until he reached the place where the huge cross was placed in the middle of the hall.

On the huge cross, there used to be a bronze statue of Jesus whose hands and feet were crucified and tied to a shelf, but now, that bronze statue has disappeared.

Instead, it was a black-haired young man who was restrained.

The young man with black curly hair fell asleep drowsily, even in his dream, his beautiful eyebrows were still tightly knitted, and his pale crimson lips were curled downwards.

His whole body was repeatedly entwined with a long black chain, and he was tied to the cross. His hands and feet imitated the posture of Jesus when he was crucified, but he was not nailed to death, but was tied with chains instead.

Under the cross and the black-haired young man, there is a huge magic circle full of mysterious symbols, which looks exquisite.

The quiet warm orange candlelight illuminates half of the black-haired youth's face, half of which is bright and half hidden in shadow, but it also has the same pure and sacred feeling as the gods and angels in the murals.

The middle-aged man thought so, and unconsciously, he became obsessed with it.

'Yes, there is absolutely no mistake this time, he is what I want to find, the pure and flawless soul. '

'A perfect person who can enable me to obtain the magical power and command spell bestowed by the gods, and summon a powerful and omnipotent heroic spirit. '

The middle-aged man put the kerosene lamp on the podium beside it—the table where he stood in the past and preached the teachings to the hypocritical hypocrites.

He took out a few small white candles from his pocket and put them on the ground one by one. When the coal-black round head of the match "cracked", sparks came out, and then he took the match to light the candles.

The middle-aged man opened the forbidden book that he regarded as a treasure, put candles in the corresponding positions of the magic circle, and the collected holy relics were placed in the center of the magic circle.

After all the preparations were completed, he wiped off the sweat dripping from his forehead, with an extremely pure smile on his face: "Haha, there is only one last step left, to sacrifice the pure and flawless soul in this world." Dedicate it to my lord, and let the lord grant me endless and powerful strength."

——"Then, purify this city and all the people with supernatural powers in this world!"

"There will be no evil growing here, and there will be no more sinners," the man pretended to be a believer praying devoutly, "Lord, please grant this world a war of heroic spirits, and a great flood that sifts out human beings."

"This city, this world, needs to be baptized and purified by the flood."

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the voice that the middle-aged man had just finished speaking, there was the sound of thunder and lightning splitting the sky outside the window.

The door of the church was opened again.

Standing outside the door were two detectives, one big and one small.

Edogawa opened his green eyes that were purer than the green leaves on the branches after being washed by the rain, and raised his face triumphantly, with the expression "everything is in my hands" on his face His self-confidence was flamboyant: "Hmph, Mr. Ranbu said it, he must be here."

"Mr. Ranpo is really amazing." Edogawa Conan was really amazed at his idol's reasoning ability. No matter how many times he watched the demonstration of this No.1 detective in Japan, he couldn't calm down the admiration and admiration in his heart. meaning.

After expressing his idol worship, Edogawa Conan turned his head and said to the man who had become vigilant: "Stop it, do evil things here, do you really love your Lord, what you love is nothing more than yourself."

"Heh," the middle-aged man showed a sinister look, completely tore off that hypocritical mask, and slipped out a small knife for self-defense from his sleeve, "The core figure of the Armed Detective Agency, the famous famous detective It really lives up to its reputation."

"But it's useless for you to come here at this time. There is only one last step left. As long as I get the blood of that young man, everything will be over, hahahahaha!" before.

The knife had already scratched a bloody mark on the young man's right hand, which was bound horizontally. The blood dripped out and dripped in clusters on the magic circle on the ground, splashing coquettish and beautiful blood flowers one after another.

'Soon, soon, my Lord's mercy will be forever remembered by the world! '

'The eternal night of evil is coming to an end. '

This is what he thought, but unfortunately he failed in the end——

"President!" Edogawa shouted in disorder.

A silver-haired man in a green kimono broke in through the window. The feathers were raised and hidden under the feathers. The samurai sword pinned to his waist was quickly pulled out and then swung forward quickly.

A silver light flashed, and the swordsman nicknamed Silver Wolf landed steadily.

Then he looked back at the man.

In the last consciousness of the middle-aged man, there was only that astonishing knife that cut off all his hopes.

With strong unwillingness and resentment, the man fell into the endless darkness.

Never wake up again.

As soon as Fukuzawa Yukichi put the samurai sword back into the scabbard, he heard Edogawa Ranpo's surprised cry behind him: "How is it possible, everything written in that forbidden book is obviously wrong!"

"According to the method in the book, it is absolutely impossible to summon a heroic spirit!"

When the silver-haired man turned around, he saw the magic circle behind him that was turned on for some reason, emitting bright light, and the light became more and more intense as time went by.

And the leader Zai, who was in a coma with his eyes closed, didn't know when he opened his eyes.

The leader, Zai, felt that a certain power in his body was continuously being lost, and he didn't know where it was being sent to, so he turned his head and looked at the back of his right hand.

A mysterious pattern composed of three red lines emerged silently there.

In the end, in a blinding white light, a figure gradually turned into an entity and appeared in front of everyone——

"Servant, caster, Oda Sakunosuke, you came here as you were called, may I ask if you are me—"

The male voice, which was originally calm and low, gentle and without much fluctuation, suddenly paused after seeing the person standing in front of him, showing a bit of surprise and concern for his friend: "Dazai?!!"

The leader Zai, who had always been strategizing and rarely showed any other emotions, widened his eyes like a cat who had encountered an accident.

Is it actually the heroic spirit Oda Sakunosuke? ? !

As soon as the leader Zai's thoughts circulated, another epic script was born.

**

Let the time go back a few days ago, starting from the time when Zhongyuan Zhongya evacuated and no longer monitored the leader Zai.

"Hey...Okay, then I will trouble the president."

After a moment of astonishment, the leader, with the mentality of being funny and sucking up the large canine creature, agreed to Fukuzawa Yukichi's cohabitation invitation without much thought (?).

I have to say that he really likes people like Fukuzawa Yukichi who are kind, righteous, tolerant and honest.

What?He didn't like to see the funny reactions when he fucked them.

What I love is obviously their shining, unique and pure souls! (shock)

After Fukuzawa Yukichi heard the response from the leader Zai, he immediately regretted it.

Not for anything else, but for the attitude of the leader Zai who quickly agreed.

It gave him the illusion that he was a strange uncle who kidnapped/sold/tricked/tricked innocent young people.

The upright and responsible Silver Wolf Swordsman originally wanted to persuade the black-haired young man to think more about it, but he swallowed his words when he met those bright kite-colored eyes.

I always feel that if I speak out my persuasion words, to a sensitive person like Tsushima, it is like saying no, and it will probably hurt his heart.

Thinking of this, Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't show anything obvious on the surface.

After he briefly communicated with Dr. Ali, Edogawa Conan and others on the spot, a group of people walked towards the Armed Detective Agency not far away.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was silent on the outside and didn't know what he was thinking, was actually more than half of his mind on what just happened.He thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but feel that the leader Zai was too simple and easy to trust others.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his personality that he was repeatedly hurt by those... people with bad conduct in the parallel world.

The silver-haired man glanced back again, and found that the leader, Zai, was following his steps closely, as if he was afraid of being thrown away in the next second.

For some reason, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that the responsibility on his shoulders was heavy, and he felt like he had adopted another cub.