There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

"Have you fooled Shibusawa-kun?" After sending all the information he could find about Jonathan Klein to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Fyodor D stared at the computer screen with a smile, as if waiting for something As if, he murmured softly, "Or, in fact, you are not a person with supernatural powers at all? Mr. Cat."

at this time--

"Meow~"

A short cat meow came from the computer in front of Fyodor D, and a pink cat paw suddenly appeared, as if knocking on the door, "slap, slap, slap" on the computer screen. Clap three times.

Fyodor D waited patiently for the follow-up.

On the screen, the smiling Lucky Cat showed his face and waved at him.A note fell from the sky.

The paper fluttered lightly on the computer screen, constantly zooming in.

Above is a string of times and addresses written in Russian.

The time is [-]:[-] tonight, and the address is the Yokohama Opera House, which was closed after being acquired at a high price not long ago.

"It's very hard, Mr. Cat." Fyodor D thoughtfully stared at the lucky cat that was still on his computer screen, as if waiting for a reply, and suddenly said softly, "I will be on time For the appointment."

"Meow~" Lucky Cat nodded in satisfaction, turned around and ran away, running farther and farther, and gradually disappeared.

Fyodor D watched the cat leave with a smile, then turned off the computer unhurriedly.He bit his nails quietly, as if lost in thought.

At [-]:[-] that night, Yokohama Opera House.

When Fyodor D opened the door and walked in slowly, the lights on the stage turned on on time.

In the light and shadow where light and dark meet.

The young man in the wheelchair turned his back to Fyodor D, all his attention seemed to be focused on the piano in front of him, and the warm and cheerful melody jumped out from his fingertips.

This is the third "Phantom" of Maurice Ravel's piano suite "Ghosts of the Night" series.

Fyodor D sat down in the auditorium and listened quietly, a strange light shone in his beautiful violet-like eyes.

moment.The song is over.

The young man put his hands on the piano, calmed down for a moment, and then turned around pushing the wheelchair.

The light from the stage came down and fell on the profile of the young man.Half light, half shadow.Under the light and shadow, those blue eyes are sometimes transparent and sometimes dark, making it hard to figure out.

Fyodor D smiled and applauded lightly: "A wonderful performance."

"Good night, Mr. Fyodor." Ke Xingzhi nodded slightly to Fyodor D, and also showed a smile, "You are welcome."

Fyodor D asked softly: "Is that what you want to tell me, Mr. Cat."

"I like this title very much. But to be fair, maybe I should tell you my name—the real name, not the fabricated identity information in the information you found before." Ke Xingzhi didn't answer Fei Ao directly. Dor D's question, but introduced himself gently, "Fyodor, you can call me север (Russian: North). At noon, when you walk out of your basement and face the sun , I'm right behind you."

Fyodor D has stayed in many basements, and the cunning rabbit has three caves. As the leader of an underground organization and part-time intelligence dealer, he naturally has more than one base. Because he is used to working in the basement, each of his bases is There is a corresponding basement.

However, Fyodor knew very well that what Ke Xingzhi was referring to was the basement of the base where he was when he first greeted him.

That base is in Russia, north of the Tropic of Cancer, facing the sun at noon, and the direction of true north happens to be behind.

Is it just such a superficial meaning?

No.

Don't forget that when a person faces the sun, there is a shadow behind him besides the direction.

The shadow in "Phantom" is like the shadow in "Phantom of the Night".

Fyodor D smiled slightly: "I understand, Mr. Bei."

Ke Xingzhi watched Fyodor D quietly, and suddenly asked: "In Fyodor's opinion, what is the most under the sun?"

"It's a sin." In the shadows, Fyodor D's eyes seemed to be spinning deep whirlpools, hiding hidden dangers.

"This sounds like a believer's statement. Is Mr. Fyodor a theist?" Ke Xingzhi asked with great interest.

"Maybe." Fyodor D smiled slightly and said softly, "But sometimes I think, if gods really exist, why would evil be born in the world?"

Ke Xingzhi smiled lightly and applauded: "Mr. Feodor, I am really pleasantly surprised."

"Exchange of questions, next should be Beijun's turn." Fyodor D looked at Ke Xingzhi with a smile, "In Beijun's view, what is the purpose of shadow existence?"

"For subversion." Ke Xingzhi and Fyodor D looked at each other, his tone was soft and gentle, "Accompanied by shadows, overthrow, destroy, bring pain, and then reshape, let those who walk in the sun do not understand Treasure those who realize the shortness and preciousness of life."

"Reshaping? Not a bad idea." Fyodor D admired softly, and continued to ask, "So, Bei Jun thinks that people with supernatural powers should exist in the sun?"

Ke Xingzhi chuckled, and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Fyodor? Regarding the issue of people with supernatural powers, Mr. Fyodor should have more say than me."

"So, what Bei Jun means is that you are not a person with supernatural powers?" Fyodor D was moved in his heart, "Then, the 'book' that Lord 'Rothschild' said..."

Fyodor D paused, he didn't continue speaking, his pupils trembled slightly, and a somewhat unbelievable guess emerged in his heart.

"Just as Mr. Fyodor thought," Ke Xingzhi took over Fyodor D's words, he stretched out his left hand with the palm facing up, and a thick book appeared in his hand without warning, He said frankly, "This is the projection of the 'book'. I am not a person with supernatural powers, but an ordinary person who is favored by the projection of the 'book' by accident. I can use the projection of the 'book', and, I The location of the real 'book' can be perceived through the projection."

"So that's how it is. Beijun has been giving me hints since I stepped into the door." Fyodor D expressed his sincere admiration, "It's really a wonderful performance."

In other words, the "book" can satisfy all the wishes of people, and the projection of the "book" can make people know all the information. Omnipotence in a certain sense, combined with omniscience to a certain extent, can no longer be regarded as a creation of gods Oh, "Book", it's like a god without self-awareness.

The gods without self-awareness keep falling and falling into the hands of mortals... Smeared wantonly, wielding divine power... The subversive power is enough to rewrite the world...

It was wonderful.

"So, if I understand correctly, are you sending me an invitation signal, Mr. Bei." Fyodor D said softly.

"That's right, Mr. Fyodor. If you get the real 'book' and integrate it with the projection, you will be able to have a complete god-like power. With all due respect, perhaps I shouldn't have raised such a question when we first met. However, your idea has moved me." Ke Xingzhi smiled and stretched out his right hand to Fyodor D, making an invitation gesture, "So, Mr. Fyodor, do you want to stay? Together, with the power of the 'book', we will create a beautiful new world. Let the people with supernatural powers disappear, let the exploitation and oppression disappear, and together, we will create a new world of freedom and equality."

I have to admit that for a moment Fyodor D was moved.

but--

Fyodor D stared at Ke Xingzhi who seemed to be holding out his hand to him defenselessly: Don't you know my supernatural power?Or is it because of the "book" that I am sure that I will not take action against you?

"Fyodor, don't worry, the projection of the 'book' has changed my physique, and all supernatural powers won't take effect on me." Ke Xingzhi explained with a smile. He looked very honest, but in fact he just relied on 〖 The special ability of Death Recall〗, just talking nonsense.

Is that right?

Fyodor D walked over slowly and put his hand on it. He leaned over and looked straight into Ke Xingzhi's eyes, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Bei."

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Fyodor." Ke Xingzhi also looked directly into Fyodor D's eyes, and reminded softly, "The real 'book' is in Yokohama right now, in the newly established Armed Detective Agency."

"Is it a newly established armed detective agency?" Fyodor D slowly withdrew his hand, tentatively probing, "If it's just a newly established small organization, Beijun should be able to get the 'book' easily Bar?"

Ke Xingzhi explained patiently: "Mr. Fyodor, don't underestimate this organization. Although the Armed Detective Agency is only a newly established organization, the little detective in the agency is a very powerful character. Can Raise the wisdom of ordinary people to the point where people believe that it is his supernatural ability, and you can see through the essence at a glance, even though that little detective is still a child, his wisdom is not inferior to Fyodor-kun."

"I see." Fyodor D asked with a smile, "So, what is Mr. Bei going to do?"

"What do you think? Mr. Fyodor." Ke Xingzhi pushed the question back calmly.

"If it were me, I might choose—" Fyodor D turned his eyes to the intersection of light and shadow on the stage, and said softly, "Split. If a detective becomes a criminal, there will be cracks in people's hearts. Cracks, exactly Where the flaw is. Let the crack continue to expand, and they will be overwhelmed."

"Taking advantage of the weak heart? It's a good idea, as expected of Mr. Fyodor." Ke Xingzhi admired softly, "However, we don't need to deal with Mr. Detective, the Armed Detective Agency will usher in their own opponents. "

"PortMafia?" Fyodor D thought for a while before he came up with the answer, "Is the newly appointed leader the mammon follower you have chosen? Mr. Bei."

Mammon, the adjective of greed in the New Testament of the Bible, is regarded as the evil god of wealth, which induces people to kill each other for wealth.

Ke Xingzhi smiled, with an ambiguous attitude: "Mammon has many believers."

"So, is Bei Jun going to throw out the real bait?"

"Of course, the wild dogs have a very keen sense of smell." Ke Xingzhi held his chin, "Only with real bait, can the scent be enticing enough, and the shrewd wild dogs will try their best to bite and fight for it."

"Aren't you worried that the bait will be eaten by wild dogs? Beijun."

"The bait is only bait, and the wild dogs can't eat it. Didn't Mr. Fyodor already guess it? The wild dogs can only smell it, because the bait is hung high in the sky."

"I see. Without the projection of the 'book', can't the real 'book' be elicited? Then, Mr. Bei, be careful."

"Don't worry, Mr. Fyodor. Even if people see the shadow on the ground, they won't pay too much attention to this insignificant thing."

"It is true that inertial thinking obliterates more possibilities."

"So, let the information that should be diffused reach the ears of more people. The more people there are, the more lively it will be, and the easier it will be to confuse the water and make the purpose more confusing."

"Happy to serve you, Beijun."

"Thank you, Mr. Fyodor. Then, before the end of midnight, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to play a piece together?" Ke Xingzhi extended an invitation to Fyodor D again.

Fyodor D glanced over the piano beside Ke Xingzhi, stopped on the cello on the other side of the stage, paused, and readily agreed: "This is my honor."

A song "Hebrew Vespers" is like the most devout believer praying to the gods.

Will the gods come to the world?

Will the god who cleanses all evil bring peace, or doom?

In any case, midnight will pass.

The author has something to say: Chef Tuo is here to show you a death in place (peaceful)