[Shuanghei Taizhong ABO] He is a god

"Dazai's friends..." Kunikida looked at the phone and frowned, "Does this guy have any friends?"

"Hey hey hey, you're still on the phone, is it really okay to mock me like this?" Dazai Osamu held his phone to one side, and came out of the convenience store with a small bag.

"Port mafia." Edogawa squinted his eyes in Ranpo, showing a little laziness, "But they don't say such things, and Dazai noticed this too."

"Could it be Mr. Dazai's friend who told the supernatural being this way?" Atsushi Nakajima speculated.

"No." Edogawa Ranpo denied.

"Eh?"

Kunikida added: "You don't think Dazai is good, friends are very popular."

Osamu Dazai took a taxi on the side of the road, turned around and sat in the back seat, and said while closing the car door: "Armed Detective Agency."

"Kunikida, your words are very biased. What do you mean 'I don't think Dazai's friends are very popular'? He is very popular with children.

"However, Dun Jun's idea is indeed wrong."

The car was waiting for the traffic light, and the sound of a man breaking down and screaming could be heard not far away.

"Dazai, where are you?"

Osamu Dazai watched the man being dragged away by the police and people from the mental hospital, and said nonchalantly: "Ah, it's okay, I met a lunatic."

"Come back quickly! Emily has other people's abilities on her wound, and I can't cure her." Yosano Akiko suddenly rushed over and said.

Everyone was stunned, Quan Jinghua was numb at the moment, and the crepe in her hand fell to the ground.

"What..." she murmured.

"Dazai's ability can only nullify the physical ability...and Yosano." After a short silence, Kunikida reminded.

"No, I think that... Dazai, come with me."

Osamu Dazai rushed to the door, breathing a little anxiously.

Quan Jinghua wanted to chase after him, but was held back by Atsushi Nakajima, so he had to watch them go.

Under the light, Emily closed her eyes tightly, and blood flowed continuously from the wounds all over her body.

"I want to try to treat her, but there seems to be something in her wound that is repelling my ability. I think the ability should be in the blood of her wound."

"It looks miserable." Osamu Dazai walked to Emily's side and touched it with his hand. The blood scab on her wound hadn't completely healed, and it was slightly sticky, "You didn't mean to make her You have to be half dead to find out that it’s not working.”

"Of course not, she was already on the brink of death." Yosano Akiko stepped forward, and Osamu Dazai stepped out of the way in a gentlemanly manner.

"Supernatural powers please don't die"

The large scars slowly healed, revealing the snow-white skin.

Emily struggled to get up, but Yosano Akiko pressed her forehead. She motioned Emily to lie back, and turned her head to let Osamu Dazai call Izumi Kyoka: "You lost a lot of blood just now, and now you may be a little bit Dizziness, rest for 10 minutes, Jinghua will come to accompany you."

Osamu Dazai opened the door and saw Izumi Kyoka standing at the door. She peeked inside, breathed a sigh of relief, and trot to Emily's bed and sat down.

"Sorry, the crepe just dropped on the floor."

Emily shook her head and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm not too hungry."

"At noon, other people went to the coffee shop. I went to find Chuya and Kyoka to buy crepes." Osamu Dazai looked at Emily and asked, "That means you were the only one in the detective agency at that time. ?”

"Yeah." Emily nodded, "A person who is slightly shorter than me came in."

"He kicked in the door directly, I knew the surveillance system might be broken, so I checked the time, it was [-]:[-]——I remember it very clearly.

"Later when he noticed it, he broke the clock. I don't know if anyone followed me. I just felt that he was kicking and beating me alone, and then he used his ability to levitate me about one meter and threw me down heavily."

"It's very similar to Chuya, but he was with me at that time." Osamu Dazai got up, "It is impossible for one person to have two abilities, it must be two people, but whether there are really two people present is yet to be considered."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked suspiciously, a little behind.

"Nothing interesting, I'll go out for a while."

Edogawa Ranpo was watched by the crowd, he was holding something in his hand, revealing a little bit of light.

"What are you doing?" Osamu Dazai leaned over and whispered.

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, and he turned to him and said, "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Ranpo said that the note left by the supernatural person smelled of lemon, so he asked me to take a candle."

"Okay." Edogawa Ranpo blew out the candle in one breath, and black writing appeared on the back of the original white paper.

"It's amazing." Atsushi Nakajima was surprised.

"Lemon juice is an acidic substance. After writing on the paper and then roasting it with fire, it reacts, which makes the carbon in the paper on the writing place precipitate out." Osamu Dazai explained.

"Curry?" Tanizaki Junichiro read it out, "is it signed?"

"Probably, I think Dazai may be more familiar with this word than I am." Edogawa Ranpo handed the note to Dazai Osamu, and went to his desk to get a bag of French fries.

"Does Dazai-san like curry?" Tanizaki Junichiro asked blankly.

"My brother is really confused. Didn't you just say that Mr. Dazai's friend invented this way of writing letters? It should be because he likes curry." Naomi Tanizaki said while hugging Junichiro Tanizaki.

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai looked at the note thoughtfully.

There are all kinds of paintings stacked in the dark attic. They are different in size and color tone. Apart from the same creator, they have only two things in common.

One, they all painted a beautiful girl with moles of tears under her eyes.

Two, both were torn.

"Have you finished painting yet, Mr. Painter?"

"No, not yet, none of them are as beautiful as one ten-thousandth of yours." The almost crazy man was immersed in the painting and couldn't extricate himself.

"Really? Mr. Painter..."

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to draw a perfect picture of you!"

In the darkness, a beautiful doll-like girl model smiled.

"Recently, many artists have been exposed to suffer from mental illness, most of them are rookies who are about to hold solo exhibitions. It is embarrassing that the promising stars of tomorrow suddenly appear like this..." The TV in the coffee shop is broadcasting news. Kida is exchanging information about the bombing with the Secret Service.

"Well, that's about it."

"Curry." Dazai Osamu said suddenly, the voice was not loud, but enough to be heard on the other end of the phone, "You still remember, Ango."

"...Give him the phone." The other person said.

"I know you haven't done anything about Oda yet, so I can't beg your forgiveness."

"Kunikida didn't tell you just now, I was talking fast." Osamu Dazai glanced at the TV, "The inscription on the back of the note is curry. If you forget even this, I have nothing to say."

"Oda likes spicy curry very much. At that time, I said that his pseudonym should be Curry. But isn't he already?"

"Odasaku is not the type to tell others everything, I suspect someone stole his memory." Osamu Dazai said slowly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I'll investigate who has such a problem..." The phone was hung up, and only Ango Sakaguchi was left sighing with the busy tone.