I got the Wenhao system

Katsuobu Youhito slapped his forehead, and said: "It's just that the way of activation is special, right?"

"That's impossible," Fuguro Hui said, "Except Mr. Dazai's spells, I haven't seen any spells that don't require any spell power to activate."

"Mr. Dazai's disqualification in the world is very special. It can eliminate spells and spells, so I didn't notice it."

"Is there still such a spell?!" Hirohito Hiroshi felt that he had learned it again. Book fan, that's why you gave the spell a name like Disqualification in the World?"

Nagasaki Wild Rose said truthfully: "It feels a bit secondary."

Such an existence was actually a member of the port mafia back then?

Recalling the scene where the young man was fished out of the river before, it is even less convincing.

Megumi Fukuro also lamented that after so many years, Osamu Dazai's "essence" has not changed much compared to before.

"It's not a middle school student," Fu Heihui explained, "His name is Dazai Osamu, and the name of the spell is Disqualification in the World."

"It's all because of..."

Fu Heihui recalled those memories from ten years ago.

After Gojo Satoru sent the students away, he turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai and the others.

His eyes first paused on Edogawa Ranpo and Nakajima Atsushi: "Have your partners increased? And... the Armed Detective Agency?"

What Gojo Satoru wanted to ask most was whether the others had come back like Osamu Dazai.

Edogawa Ranpo feels very similar to Osamu Dazai, but Atsushi Nakajima doesn't seem to understand the situation very well.

Osamu Dazai shrugged: "It is impossible for Port Mafia to come back, after all, the conditions of our existence are also changing."

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated, "Mr. Dazai, is it alright to tell them?"

Osamu Dazai said, "Well, Atsushi-kun, it doesn't matter if you're a conjurer."

Gojo Gojo tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired boy: "Atsushi Nakajima? A road sign?"

He has actually learned to rush to answer.

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment: "That... what is the road sign?"

He really doesn't seem to know.

"Atsu-kun has been living in an orphanage since he was born. The experience has been a bit long, and the memories of the past engraved in his mind are very blurred," Osamu Dazai said, "We also happened to find him, one step ahead of you."

Gojo Satoru said softly: "Does that mean there is no trace of the book yet?"

Osamu Dazai said, "It's hidden so deeply that it's unbelievable."

Of course it’s not because you haven’t discovered it, there isn’t one at all!

After Fukurohui and the three returned, Osamu Dazai decided to split into two sides.

Since Osamu Dazai knew Gojo Satoru and the others before, he was given the task of explaining the current situation to them.

Edogawa Ranpo and Nakajima Atsushi are going to follow up on the follow-up of the corpse, and Ranpo seems to realize that the death of the corpse is not only due to the simple curse spirit.

"Dazai, don't forget the previous instructions from the president," Edogawa said before leaving, "and our purpose."

Nakajima Atsushi said earnestly: "Mr. Dazai, we are not here, you must bear with it, don't commit suicide halfway!"

Osamu Dazai: "Hey? It would be too cruel to forbid me to commit suicide!"

Knotabagi Yuhito looked at Osamu Dazai incomprehensibly: "Are you keen on suicide?"

Osamu Dazai slapped his chest and said very "proudly": "My creed in life is refreshing suicide!"

Kunzhang Youren said frankly: "That's not good! I hope to usher in a meaningful death."

"Isn't this... the same approach but the same result?" Atsushi Nakajima twitched the corner of his mouth, and said weakly, "I think in the creed of life, it's good for people to be alive, isn't it?"

Everyone: "..."

You are so simple!

Gojo Satoru looked at Ranpo and asked with interest, "Where's the detective?"

"Huh? I don't care how I live," Edogawa shrugged Luanbu, took out the marble and twirled it in his hand, and said with a smile, "If it suits me, all living beings will be fine."

The childish young man looked arrogant, and his words were the same as his expression, but he still gave people a very reliable feeling.

However, the Armed Detective Agency sounds completely different from Port Mafia, but looking at this posture, it is not so simple.

Gojo Satoru was even more curious about——

The Dazai Osamu in front of him is completely different from the clothes he wore ten years ago.

Without that gloomy and lingering lifelessness, the smile seems to be much more sincere, and the bandages have been removed a lot.

It's just the alienation in the eyes, the alienation that is incompatible with this world still exists.

What has he experienced?

Sure enough, it didn't simply disappear for ten years, did it?

If it is different from the port mafia, what is the significance of the existence of the armed detective agency and those peers in it?

It has been found out that the corpse was killed by the curse spirit, but in order to go through the process, it was sent to the UDI Institute according to the previous agreement.

The people who drove up to pick up the body were funeral home workers.

Looking at a very young man wearing sunglasses, hair neatly done with hairspray, a three-piece suit and a bright smile, he doesn't look like a funeral home worker.

Looking at the body in the body bag, Mulin Nanyun raised his eyebrows.

He was very familiar with the taboos and secrets of this business, so he calmly sent the body to the car and went to confirm the formalities with the police.

Police officer Umehara looked at him in admiration: "As expected of someone who works in a funeral home, have you gotten used to it?"

The police vomited several times.

"How should I put it, you can live longer by talking less," Mu Lin smiled deeper, and bowed, "However, such corpses are really rare. Please let me know next time if there are any more."

Umehara: "..."

Is it his illusion?Why do you feel that this person is a little hyperactive?

"Don't look at me like that, officer," Mu Lin pushed his glasses, "Well, in a word, I received the body, and the recovery will be done after the autopsy, but looking at it like this, it might go directly to the incinerator. The senses will be better."

"Then who are following the car?"

"us!"

There was a sudden sound from the direction of the car behind him.

Mulin looked back and found that Ranpo Edogawa and Atsushi Nakajima had already sat in their seats at some point.

Edogawa raised his hands in disorder and said, "Hurry up and drive!"

Because there were not enough seats, Atsushi Nakajima stayed next to the body bag, and he looked there anxiously: "Mr. Ranpo, is it really okay to go like this?"

"What's wrong, he won't get up all of a sudden," Luanbu said with his arms under the back of his head, lying on the car seat, "I have something I want to see, so I have to go with him. "

Mu Lin couldn't help but said: "A detective? It's really rare."

Mei Yuan said sincerely, "That person is no ordinary detective."

Mu Lin only cared about the collected corpses. Regarding Meiyuan's words, he nodded hastily: "Then I have received the corpses. Your police car will just follow me."

Ranpo Edogawa was in the co-pilot, and Atsushi Nakajima was behind.

After Mu Lin sat in the driver's seat, he reminded: "Please fasten your seat belt."

Atsushi Nakajima looked around him.

"Ah, if you don't have one, please grab the handle," Mu Lin looked at him in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "By the way, please help the person lying there fasten it too."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

The moment the car engine started, the young man lying lazily in the co-pilot stared at the road ahead, and suddenly said, "I know where there are goldfish."

Even though the engine was so noisy, the air in the car seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Mu Lin's eyes behind the sunglasses glanced at Luanbu, and without saying anything, he started the car directly.

After driving the car for a while calmly, Mu Lin said: "Is that so, that's why you got in the car."

Yun Jingxing knew exactly what to say and what to do next.

All worlds may have parallel spaces, and there may be another him in the world.

It is not surprising that there is a new understanding of the world of spells ten years later.

But in this world, there are shadows of those people he is familiar with, and there is no such person as Yun Jingxing.

That killer has committed many crimes, which are unforgivable, but it is not the last moment, and the No. 20 six innocent people have not died here.

The system searched for him and released a task about "unnatural death", but he didn't read it, only here, he wanted to follow his heart.

It has nothing to do with the obligations of the host or the bottom line of human beings.

He simply wanted to make that person go beyond redemption.

With the hand of the vest, he took out the memory card that he had prepared earlier from his pocket, and the young man said slowly: "Everything is in here."

Mulin paused, did not reach out to take it, and still smiled cautiously: "This is really sudden, what's the reward?"

As a funeral home employee, Mu Lin will come into contact with a large number of remains.

Forensic doctor Zhongtang Department of the slain lover's mouth, there are special scars in the shape of a "red goldfish", but other forensic doctors believe that it is a kind of oral ulcer, and it is not used as evidence.

Zhongtang asked Mu Lin to use the convenience of the funeral home to help him find similar remains and pay him.

For so many years, Mu Lin has only disclosed this part-time job to his extremely trusted colleagues, and by the way, he will invite a few more people to make money together.

But even if something is really discovered, he won't be affected in any way. What is strange now is how Edogawa Ranpo knew about it.

"Let someone who really needs information come and talk to me," said the mysterious young man. "The price is what he can afford."

Not far in front of the car is the UDI Research Institute.

After the assistant supervisor led the people to the destination, even he himself was shocked, not to mention the few high school students in the back seat.

"It's a joke!"

Five skyscrapers towered in front of them, looking up, they almost broke their necks. The appearance was mysterious and black, and they stood majestic.

In Tokyo, a land where every inch of land is expensive, it is definitely not just a value estimated by a few zero-energy.