A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

After staying in Tuogen's domain for a few days, I feel that the time is almost up, and weaving dream is ready to go to Yokohama again.

Originally, he planned to take Zhenren and Huayu with him, but after hearing about it, Lisuo dissuaded him.

"If you go to Yokohama together, the spell spirits in Yokohama will be greatly reduced, and the magician will find out that something is wrong."

Generally speaking, the lower the spell spirits are, the more they live in groups, and the more powerful spell spirits live alone.

If the three curse spirits Zhimeng Zhiren and Hua Yu go to Yokohama together, those low-level curse spirits in Yokohama should move overnight.

At the same time, they will also instinctively absorb the mantra that pervades Yokohama, fundamentally reducing the number of mantra births.

Such three magic spirits stayed in Yokohama for ten days and a half months, and next month a magician should report the abnormality in Yokohama.

Originally letting Zhimeng toss around in Yokohama by himself would have exposed the risk, how could Zhisuo increase the risk?

Seeing the unsightly faces of the curse spirits, he quickly brushed off their excitement and calmed down, "Be patient, wait for our plan to succeed, and you can go wherever you want."

This pie was indeed effective, and the expressions of the three curse spirits eased a bit.

Weaving a dream and thinking about it, although they are all super-level magic spirits, they are still very powerful with wisdom, but the current magic world is not bad. One of the two most famous super-level magicians is the famous Six Eyes , One is the magician, they exorcise many super-level magic spirits and curse fetuses, and there are many first-level magicians. They really don't take advantage of the magic world.

Besides, weaving dream doesn't like fighting very much. Since there is a way to weaken the combat power of the magic world without fighting, why not use it?

Having figured it out, Zhimeng simply gave up his original idea: "Forget it, wait until the plan is successful."

So, after bidding farewell to Hua Yu, he resolutely left first.

The peaceful days in the realm were nice, but he still preferred to wander around rather than stay in one place.

He came to this world to see and play all over the world.

After they deal with the annoying conjurer, isn't this world his back garden?

Regarding the commission of the police station, the accidental death of a large number of ordinary citizens in Yokohama, the members of the Armed Detective Agency investigated for a few days, but found no important clues and officially reached a stalemate.

In particular, the accidental death of ordinary citizens seems to have disappeared recently, making what happened before seem more like an accident.

Even the police station that entrusted them called to say that they might be overwhelmed and wanted to revoke the entrustment.

Edogawa Ranpo, who felt that his ability was doubted, was a little angry, but this case basically involved the world of magic, which is no longer suitable for ordinary people to know.

In the end, the angry Edogawa Ranpo called a professional.

No matter what, the super curse spirit who is the culprit must not be let go!

A day in Yokohama is divided into day, dusk and night.

During the day, it is managed by the Supernatural Secret Service Section, at night, it belongs to the Port Mafia, and at dusk, it belongs to the Armed Detective Agency.

Yokohama, protected by these three organizations, has finally maintained the prosperity and peace of Yokohama on the bright side after experiencing ups and downs.

This is the news Zhimeng just received from some people, and it successfully made him curious about these three organizations, and his heart is ready to make trouble.

Although he knew that he should keep a low profile now, but...he really wanted to!

In short, he must play, anyway, they will not have memories afterwards——

In an empty room, the dim light shone on the body, casting a shadow.

As soon as Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes, he found himself blocked behind.

"Why are you here!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who blocked him behind him, questioned the black-haired man in front of him.

Opposite him, the man with black half-long hair, purple eyes, wearing a black windbreaker and a red scarf smiled slightly, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

"I also want to ask this question, Your Excellency Fukuzawa."

As soon as he finished speaking, he just realized that the orange-haired young man in the hat glared at the black-haired young man opposite: "Bastard Dazai, it's your fault again!"

"Slimy slug, use your brain to think about it..." As he spoke, Dazai Osamu suddenly said, "I almost forgot, slugs have no brains!"

Looking at the vile smiling face opposite, Zhong Yuanzhong only felt his head thump, and his patience reached the limit in an instant.

"Bastard mackerel—"

"Calm down, Chuya."

Mori Ogai stopped this meaningless quarrel.

Seeing this, Osamu Dazai looked away boredly, and looked at Ranpo Edogawa who had been silent all this time.

"Did Mr. Ranpo see anything?"

"Of course." The detective smiled excitedly.

"That guy is inviting and provoking us!"

Nakahara Nakaya was confused, Mori Ogai looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi thoughtfully, with a faint smile on his face.

"It seems that your armed detective agency caused trouble."

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at him: "If you have nothing to do with the port mafia, why are you here?"

This sharp rebuttal made Mori Ogai choke.

But their Hong Kong/Black area has been very calm recently, and they have even attracted many good seedlings.

Speaking of which, there are a lot of people who have awakened supernatural powers in Yokohama recently... Mori Ogai's eyes froze, and he immediately looked in the direction of the voice.

Edogawa Ranpo said directly: "President, let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the wall from which the sound came.

Fukuzawa Yukichi followed immediately, but saw that Edogawa Ranpo in front of him was about to bump into the wall at the end without even looking at it, so he was so scared that he immediately grabbed him.

"Random!"

"It's okay, President." The black-haired youth who was pulled by the collar at the back of his neck explained.

"There is no door here, this wall is the exit, you can go through it, don't believe me!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingers easily passed through the wall.

Osamu Dazai, who was following up from the side, also touched the wall curiously, and then plunged in without hesitation.

Seeing this, the others followed suit.

The feeling when passing through the wall was a bit strange, as if they had passed through a membrane, they appeared in another dim yellow room with black and white eyes.

The most conspicuous thing in the room is the big drum and drumsticks floating in the air above, and below are people sitting in a circle, either teenagers or adults, male and female, about a dozen people.

And the voice they heard just now was said by one of the blue-haired boys holding a beautiful flower ball——

"...the port mafia is the legend of the night."

Speaking of this, the blue-haired boy saw a group of five people appearing opposite, and suddenly opened a pair of strange-colored eyes.

"Unexpectedly, it will really come true!"

But the other people sitting in a circle looked at the person who came and said in shock: "Chief, chief!"

Mori Ogai looked at the people in this circle, at least most of them were Hong Kong/Black newly joined superpowers, and the smile on his mouth was even bigger.

"Ara, are you here to play games without sleeping at night?"

At the end of the sentence, those new superpowers who joined Hong Kong/Black broke out in cold sweat.

"No, no..."

"We, we don't want to..."

But without waiting for them to explain, the drumstick floating above suddenly started to move, and the sound of the thumping drum rang in the ears, and the expressions of the people sitting below changed.

The pink flower ball in the arms of the blue-haired boy started to move again, those people didn't even care about their leader and those who appeared together, they passed the flower ball one by one as if they were facing a big enemy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his hat and frowned at the scene: "What are they doing?"

Osamu Dazai watched with interest: "Isn't this obvious? Everyone is playing games."

"What game? When I can't see they're scared!"

Almost at the end of the Central Plains, the beating of drums stopped.

At the same time, the bouquet was passed to a brown-haired boy, and his face turned pale instantly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also recognized this person as one of his new subordinates, and he has performed fairly well recently, and he is quite optimistic about him.

"Lord Zhongyuan!" The subordinate he was optimistic about was holding the flower ball at this time, looking at him with a pale face, his eyes were full of prayers and hope.

"help me--"

After saying that, except for the blue-haired boy who seemed to be a little confused, the other people who were sitting well all jumped up and launched a killing move towards him.

"Hey, stop!"

Central Plains Central also immediately exerted gravity, suppressing the violent crowd directly to the ground, frowning and looking at the brown-haired boy and asking: "What's going on?"

However, the brown-haired boy who was rescued by him ignored him and started talking strange stories instead.

"What I want to talk about is Snow Maiden..."

Others who were suppressed by gravity showed panic: "Shut up! Shut him up!"

"Do you want to die? Tell him to shut up!"

"Shut him up, or we'll all die!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

……

At this time, the ferocious faces of these men and women are more like so-called ghosts than the ghosts in the ghost stories they fear.

Seeing them like this, Mori Ogai's purple eyes flickered: "Chuya, tell him to shut up for now."

Nakahara Chuya, who received the order, saw that the man was still telling strange stories on his own, and he didn't seem like a person who would obey orders at all, so he simply beat him unconscious.

The strange talk came to an abrupt end, and the others breathed a sigh of relief, showing expressions as if they had escaped from the sky.

Only the boy with blue middle-length hair tied into three strands and blue eyes on the right and gray on the left stammered a little.

"This, this is not acceptable—"

In the latter words, the blue-haired boy unconsciously shut his mouth under the vicious eyes of other people.

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at him, and the detective who had already collected the information said decisively: "Mr. Hat, destroy that drum. President, destroy that flower ball too."

Since the rules of the game are related to these two items, destroying them will destroy the game, so it's time for that guy to show up!

Hearing his words, Nakahara Nakaya looked at the leader, and Mori Ogai nodded to him: "Go, listen to Ranpo-kun."

Fukuzawa Yukichi had already drawn his sword to destroy the bouquet in the arms of the unconscious brown-haired boy.

"Can't!"

The blue-haired boy suddenly shouted: "Don't destroy them!"

Suddenly, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was about to make a move, also felt his body froze in place as if he was out of control.

And Mori Ogai also involuntarily took out a scalpel to block Fukuzawa Yukichi's knife from cutting towards the flower ball.

Seeing this, Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranbo looked at the blue-haired boy who caused this scene.

The blue-haired boy froze for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and immediately issued a more precise order.

"Stop them from destroying game props!"

After the words fell, Mori Ogai was forced to fight with Fukuzawa Yukichi.

And Nakahara Chuya was also forced to keep a close eye on Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu.An expression that as long as they make a move, he will definitely make a move.

Edogawa Ranpo glared at the blue-haired boy angrily, "Hey, Ranpo-sama is saving you!"

"If you continue the game, you will die!"

The boy with blue mid-length hair tied into three strands and odd-colored pupils bit his lips, as if feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry...but you can't break the game!"

"Why?" The black-haired young man in a beige windbreaker asked curiously.

"Or, what did that person promise you?"

The blue-haired boy in question fell silent.

"It's obviously a hoax, can't you see it?" the detective muttered dissatisfied.

"certainly not!"

The blue-haired boy with different pupils retorted: "This is a fair trade."

An indistinct black shadow streaked across the early morning night sky.

Xia Youjie, who was flying in the air on the mantra spirit, looked down at Yokohama, which was wrapped in mist, and his pupils shrank sharply.

That is--

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Good show, it's opening.