Social terror players, forced to become king

Xia Youjie suddenly opened his eyes, breathing in the air like he was drowning, his chest heaved violently, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

It was a quiet night, everything inside the Panxing Cult was completely silent, only the sound of his own heavy breathing was very obvious.

Had that nightmare again.

The young man sat up, and the blanket slid off his shoulders with gravity, revealing his muscular upper body, and his long black hair was draped casually on his shoulders.At this moment, the clock on the wall showed three o'clock in the morning.

His left hand habitually clenched the cold necklace around his neck, and the hole in his heart seemed to be filled.

The material of this necklace is extremely special and will not change due to human body temperature.

On the contrary, the cold touch can always remind him that he can really breathe freely in this world, and he is carrying a person's life forward.

In that battle, during the upstream process, he didn't realize at all that the boy was pierced through the heart by the sharp tentacles of the curse spirit under his negligence.He focused on speeding up to get out of the water, and the other party's slight trembling was ignored by him.

By the time he noticed, it was irreparable.

For more than ten years, I dreamed back at midnight, and the events of that day were still vivid in my mind.

Even though he knew that there was no one around, Xia Youjie still covered his forehead with his hands to hide his expression.

After that incident, he was found by conjurers, and he was popularized about what a conjuration is. A year later, he successfully entered the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College.

Practice the spells step by step, exorcising the curse spirit, and committing to protecting ordinary people.Xia Youjie thought he had improved.

——Until meeting the Sorcerer Killer.

Holding the dead astral body, watching the boy gradually lose temperature in front of him, but he had no way to do that familiar feeling of powerlessness surged up, making him feel unspeakably suffocated.

He was never the strongest.

The child more than ten years ago was very gentle, and the last sentence he said when he closed his eyes was to comfort himself "don't cry".The yearning for the future remained in the eyes of the astral girl ten years ago, but she was pierced through the head by a bullet in front of his eyes.

All the human beings he really wanted to protect died one by one, while the ignorant monkeys managed to live in ecstasy and celebrate each other.

What exactly is he protecting?Ordinary people, or conjurers?

Xia Youjie can no longer protect ordinary people without magic power without any grievances like before.

After that long summer, Xia Youjie dropped out of the Conjuration College and cut off contact with his parents.

When he appeared in front of the stage again, he was already the leader of Pan Xing who was calm and unmoved by anything.

Ordinary people would only have to pay a high price if they wanted to entrust the Panxing Sect.Sometimes it's expensive money, and sometimes it's implicit power.Panxingjiao never makes money-losing business.

Being able to reluctantly kill the monkeys is his precarious bottom line.Because Xia Youjie understands that he is not carrying the burden alone.

——Cheng would not like to see himself become like that.

Already awake, it is difficult to fall asleep again.

The heart-wrenching feeling in the dream still caused a dull pain in the chest.

Xia Youjie simply put on his coat and walked out in the dark.

The boy he met during the day gave him a strange sense of familiarity, and it was the first time he made an exception and didn't get paid.

Even the names are exactly the same, which makes people wonder if it is a trap set by the enemy.Calculating the time, if Cheng could have survived back then, it would have happened to be at this age.

He never told anyone in the magic world about the incident more than ten years ago, and the only person who vaguely understood part of it was Noctua Moth Zhengdao who was sent to perform the exorcism mission.

He is unlikely to disclose this information to others.

Xia Youjie took the mantra that he often used as a means of transportation, and headed straight for the cemetery on the outskirts of Yokohama.

What the truth is, maybe you will know after opening it.

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Yokohama.

It was rare for Edogawa Ranpo not to leave the Armed Detective Agency when he got off work, but to flip through the paperwork in front of him for the first time.

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency was surprised by this.Ordinary members leave work one by one, because there are more than a dozen children to take care of at home, and Oda Sakunosuke also left early as usual.

Kunikida Doppo sat in his seat, but he couldn't concentrate at all, and the corner of his eyes drifted uncontrollably to Edogawa Ranpo who was seriously flipping through the materials.

According to the plan in his handbook, it was time to get off work, but what was unusual was that Edogawa Ranpo hadn't left yet.Could it be that the port mafia is about to make another big move recently, or that there is another tricky organization of people with superhuman abilities planning to invade Yokohama?

Kunikida Doppo's heart was full of various speculations, and his face involuntarily became serious.

"Mr. Ranpo, is something going to happen recently?" He stood up, walked to the side of the detective, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a serious expression.

On the top of the desktop was a simple page of information. Kunikida Doppo glanced over it, only noticing the black and white ID photo and the name next to it——Nanomiya Makoto.

The boy in the photo has light hair and a handsome face, smiling slightly at the camera.

"Fake." Edogawa murmured in disorder, and turned the piece of paper upside down, and then looked at the young man in a light brown suit beside him, "No incident happened."

"Compared to this, Lord Ranpo is hungry, and wants to eat waffles from the second store in Chinatown tonight!"

"Okay, we can just have dinner there." Kunikida Doppo was distracted, and responded with a gulp.

Under the night, the two left the Armed Detective Agency together.

Edogawa Ranpo looked at the colorful neon lights on the street, but was rarely distracted.

Once one end of the clue is found, the follow-up can no longer escape the reasoning of the world's No.1 detective.

That should be an international criminal organization, involving a wide range of fields, including medical drugs, software development, and arms smuggling and so on.

The Armed Detective Agency has brushed past them several times, but because their range of activities is not in Yokohama, they have not been able to conduct in-depth investigations.

However, in the few pages of "Qi Gong Cheng"'s thin materials, there are traces of cover-up from all sides.Including the face on the ID photo, it is not my appearance.

With the clarification of clues, new questions keep coming up.For example, resurrection from the dead.

Back then, when he rushed to school with his parents, he only saw Xia Youjie who was holding Qi Gongcheng and covered in blood.

Before being sent to the hospital, he was completely breathless.

That was the first time the boy was caught off guard by the death of the people around him.

No matter how he shouted, the other party would never open his eyes and smile at him again.The usually warm and soft wrist felt cold to the touch.

The facts in front of him can't be hidden from the intelligent and keen young detective.

His heart was clear, but the world in front of him was so blurred that he couldn't see clearly. He wiped it with the back of his hand and found that tears had already flowed down his face.

After the funeral, his parents drove him home, knowing that it was impossible, but still had unrealistic fantasies in their hearts.

Edogawa Ranpo was the first to run into the gate. There were still two swings hanging from the birch branches in the house, and there was no one on them.However, he was not discouraged. Instead, he pushed aside the bushes in the courtyard and opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, as if the other party was playing hide-and-seek with him. Maybe when he turned around, the other party was smiling at him behind him.

However, nowhere to be found.

"Xiaocheng, he has returned to the kingdom of heaven." Mrs. Edogawa took the wandering child into her arms.

"Really?" The boy clung to her hem tightly, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.

"Well, if a good child dies, the soul will grow wings and become a lovely angel."

This fairy tale is a lie that can be easily broken, but the young Edogawa Ranpo believed it easily.

No one can deceive him except the detective's own choice.

Growing up is always accompanied by the dull pain that slowly tears the original life apart.

Later they moved out of that small town and settled down again, and later he was forced to go to the police academy and live on the streets due to the reality of losing his family again, until he was picked up by the president again.

The fairy tales woven by parents and the world are broken a little bit, but time dilutes the pain.

Life in the detective agency is not peaceful, but interesting enough.

The only thing he didn't expect was that in this kind of daily life, he encountered someone who was supposed to die again.

The first time I saw each other...

The most difficult thing for Edogawa Ranpo to accept was that even though his name hadn't changed, why did he seem to see an unrelated stranger when he saw himself?

Super, super excessive.

If we can get to know each other again, Lord Ranpo must have a three-point cold war with him... 1 minute!