super power

As one of the five cadres behind all the turmoil, Jia is leisurely hiding in a bar.

The location of this bar is hidden, and it is the perfect hiding place he has been looking for for a long time. Even that kid named Osamu Dazai couldn't have guessed that he would be here.

He had waited so long for this day, so long that he almost followed the footsteps of the previous leaders into the grave.

But finally caught up.

He has to rely on his own strength, not any other coincidences, and when that doctor falls into the abyss from the position that should not belong to him, let him taste the consequences of betraying his ancestors.

So what if Mori Ogai summoned a lot of powerful supernatural beings?A large group of youngsters who don't know anything, think that in this world, they can do whatever they want just by virtue of their superpowers?

Although the organization of the group of foreigners he secretly supported was taken over by the newly promoted Qi Munanyin a few days ago, which made this war a little rushed, but everything is ready, he just needs to...

"Just wait for the result. It's an astonishingly simple idea." A voice suddenly sounded beside A, with a very boring tone.

Realizing that someone else had spoken his heart out, A paused the hand holding the wine glass, and turned his head to look to the side.

It was a dark-haired young man in brown clothes and a brown hat squinting his eyes.

The young man put his elbows on the bar with a bored face, with a straw in his mouth.

The young man put aside the straw in great disappointment and sighed: "The drink is not good, and the old man is also very boring. The detective came here to confirm the situation in vain."

Edogawa Ranpo was originally worried that the war would endanger Yokohama, but looking at it this way, wouldn't it be over soon?

This person can't possibly be the opponent of those gangsters in Hong Kong.

Boring, really boring.

Edogawa Luanpo sighed again, and before A could say anything, he pushed the drink cup, turned and walked out while holding his hat under A's puzzled look: "I'd better go back and study the previous cases , isn’t there any intricate and exciting case?”

A suddenly felt that the figure of this young man looked familiar.

Before he could figure it out, the waiter walked up to him, took a bill and said, "Hello, the gentleman just said that his consumption will be paid by you."

First:"……"

Look at the lower right corner of the bill, there is a signature.

The signature is eloquently written "Edogawa Ranpo—yes, that's me as a detective".

That kid just now was actually the detective from the Armed Detective Agency? !

"Damn it!" A clutched the bill into a ball of waste paper, his hands were shaking with anger.

A, who was immersed in the anger given by the famous detective, did not notice that the bar door that had just been closed opened again.

A man and a woman dressed similarly came in. They looked around the back of the bar, looked at A at the same time, then looked at each other and nodded.

"Hmph, forget it!" A threw the bill and said in a low voice, "Mori Ogai can't even deal with a small armed detective agency. After he falls..."

"After Mr. Mori's downfall, you will become the next generation leader! Wow! Why did you find such an upright excuse for revenge? In the end, it was because of selfish desires."

First:"……"

Who is it? !

This is the second time I have been answered, and I was subtly poked once again. Jia looked to the right with a murderous look: "Who——?!"

Osamu Dazai sat there, resting his chin on one hand, looking at A with a smile: "Hi, ex-colleague."

I said, "You stole my lines."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand: "Don't care so much at a time like this."

Jia turned around abruptly, and Dazai and I took the form of encircling, sitting beside him, one on the left and the other on the right.

If it was an ordinary member of the Hong Kong gang or an ordinary person, this would probably be a heart-pounding scene. For the current A... this is probably a hell-like scene.

Before A came back to his senses and used his ability, Osamu Dazai grabbed his shoulders, and Disqualification in the World eliminated his ability.

Osamu Dazai patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and said, "Grandpa, don't struggle to the death, don't you want to hear how we found you?"

First:"……"

This time, it wasn't that there was any mistake in A's layout. He didn't know about my ability at all.

It is isolated like A.

It is best if the ability has an unexpected effect. Mori Ogai did not announce my ability to the Hong Kong black people.

Except for the petrochemical I used in Chinatown that time, telepathy is only known to Osamu Dazai and the others.

A thought that A was also Mori Ogai's loyal confidant, so he didn't ask him.

The place where A stays is actually beyond the 200-meter radius of Yokohama. This time, I should thank my ability to find him in a half-out of control range.

"You little brat!" A gritted his teeth, and raised his hand to pull out the gun at his waist.

I drank my drink, casually raised my hand to aim at his neck, and knocked him unconscious with a "slap".

A "bang" fell on the bar.

"I'm sorry, your store is reserved for us." After the customers fled in fright by the accident and the clothes of Osamu Dazai and I, Osamu Dazai raised his hand and threw a few banknotes to the waiter at the side.

The waiter is worthy of being a waiter in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. He has seen strong winds and waves, and he immediately calmed down as soon as he got the money. After realizing that we are not customers who just want to make trouble, he calmly returned to the back of the bar.

I took a strange look at Osamu Dazai who started to order: "Aren't you leaving?"

"I spent money, and Chuya has also received news that it will be over soon," Dazai Osamu unfolded the bill and glanced at it, and said with a faint smile, "Armed Detective Agency."

In fact, I just noticed that Edogawa Ranpo came, but since he left on time, he didn't want to meet, probably because Osamu Dazai was there.

"Please."

I have an extra glass of wine in front of me.

I didn't move, I turned to look at Osamu Dazai: "I don't drink."

Osamu Dazai flicked the wine glass with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and he said: "Occasionally, nothing will happen if you have a glass. You don't have to drink much. You like it. Don't you look very happy every time you drink it?" Does it look like?"

He was drunk.

Why do I feel that there is something wrong with what Dazai Osamu said?

I glanced at the wine glass suspiciously: "You're not like last time, are you?"

I still remember the incident caused by Chuya Nakahara drinking too much last time.

The bottle of sinful Erguotou was not finished, and the rest was taken back by Zhongyuan Zhongye and stored in the wine cabinet - he dared not drink any more and was reluctant to throw it away.

Osamu Dazai shrugged and raised his glass to me, "Is that good for you?"

Well, indeed not, he will be beaten up by me.

Everyone is a bit curious. At most, I have only eaten liqueur chocolate. This is a cocktail. It feels quite similar to a drink. It should be... no problem, right?

I picked up the glass, glanced at the smiling Dazai Osamu, and clinked glasses with him.

There was nothing wrong with that glass of wine, I even read the memory on the glass to confirm.

... But why did my brain go blank after only taking a sip?

Could it be that I have the kind of physique that is said to be drunk when I touch it? !

The alcohol that swept through all my thoughts in an instant made me tremble after a blank. I let go of the wine glass and opened my eyes in surprise.

Fortunately, the blankness was only for a moment, and it didn't make me do anything to destroy the world... Where is this? !

I opened my eyes and realized that I was no longer in the bar, but on a large lawn.

The blue sky and white clouds are a beautiful scenery, and the wind blows through my bewildered nerves.

I stood up and looked out along the lawn, condescendingly observing that I was still in Yokohama.

This should be the outskirts of Yokohama.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little lost—why can't you just teleport me back home?

But Yokohama's voice was very quiet, and the battle that was still going on just now seemed to be resolved in an instant.

Is Nakahara Chuya so fast?

I feel something is wrong.

Even if the war is over, it is impossible to clean up the battlefield so quickly, right?

I use teleportation... Forget it, let's not use teleportation for now.

I searched for Osamu Dazai's location by reading and writing, and stared at the picture on the paper, I was stunned for a long time.

Osamu Dazai was not in the bar just now.

I may have traveled through time, otherwise how would Osamu Dazai have time to change clothes?

The photo of Osamu Dazai on the paper is indeed him, but with a red scarf around his neck, his expression is much haggard compared to before, and he has lost a lot of weight.

There is no doubt that this person may faint on the spot at any time.

The most important thing is the background. If I read correctly, this is Mori Ogai's office, right?

Why did Osamu Dazai sit behind his desk and approve documents?A social animal that has been tortured for a long time?

Wait, Osamu Dazai's outfit looks familiar, I think I've seen it before.

After staring at the dimly lit photo for a long time, an idea came to my mind.

Isn't this the parallel world that I accidentally traveled to? !

In order to make up for the incident where I accidentally crashed Osamu Dazai, whom I met for the second time, into the river, I traveled through time several times. As a result, I strayed into a parallel world one time and appeared in this office with this dressed up Dazai Zhi looked at each other, and I ran away before he could speak.

I:"……"

Not good.

It seems that I unconsciously turned on my superpower after being "drunk", and traveled through the singularity of time and space.

Is alcohol such a dangerous thing?

Originally, it was very hard for Kusuo to find my coordinates, so I had to go back quickly.

Before launching the teleportation, I glanced at Osamu Dazai in the photo, and couldn't help but pause.

How did Osamu Dazai manage to make himself so haggard?

Could it be because of failed suicide?

Isn't that guy very afraid of pain? It's impossible to think about it.

I hesitated.

I sighed helplessly.

Just take a look.

I wanted to leave where I was and go back to Yokohama, but I had to go through a large cemetery.

Rows of tombstones are neat and uniform, and I speed up my pace to pass here.

There is God's will in the dark, I just glanced one more time, but God knows that sometimes it is just one more glance.

A familiar name made the corners of my eyes twitch, and I stopped immediately.

No way.

What is the situation in this world? !

I looked at the "Mori Ogai" engraved on the tombstone and fell into complete shock.