Social terror players, forced to become king

This is a small shop hidden in the trees in the streets of Yokohama.

The green creeper snakes down the window of the shop, through the window yellowed by the setting sun, one can see the delicate dolls sparsely placed inside the window.

The curly-haired man wearing sunglasses twisted the wooden crossed glass doorknob, bringing a gust of wind chimes.

"Excuse me." In this quiet atmosphere, Matsuda Jinping subconsciously slowed down.

An old craftsman wearing big black-rimmed glasses is sitting next to the window with the best lighting. On the table covered with a doily, it is full of real hair, arms, eyeballs and other parts and some tools, printed on the table cloth large or small shadows.

Hearing someone's voice, the old man didn't raise his head, but carefully traced the eye sockets of the doll in his hand with a probe.

After a while, the shopkeeper raised his head and replied, "It's you."

"It's the junior." Facing this puppeteer, Matsuda Jinpei showed great respect.

"That child has been almost repaired by me." The old man said, "It has been open for so many years, it is rare to see it ruined like you." His tone was a bit condemning.

Matsuda Jinpei could only silently apologize.

"It's really bothering you."

The old shopkeeper glanced at him and saw that the young man had taken off his sunglasses and was looking at him earnestly, so he didn't say any more words of dissatisfaction, but turned and walked into a room deeper in the shop.

Matsuda Jinpei stood in the shop, counting the tiny floating dust that looked like grains under the sun.

Following the rustling sound of clothes rubbing and the old man's footsteps dragging, he raised his head and saw that the other party was walking out of the house with some difficulty holding his very familiar doll box.

Matsuda Jinpei rushed up to meet him and took over the weight from the owner's hand.

"Open it and have a look." The owner walked to the counter, pointed to the empty table, and said.

The man put the box up gently, first put the lower side along the land, and then put the handle part of the doll box on the counter.

Matsuda Jinhei unfastened the buckle on the top, making a slight "click".

The box was slowly opened, and the man subconsciously held his breath.

I saw the puppet in a foreign dress curled up in the soft cloth with its eyes closed, its limbs all repaired intact, and the cracked eye sockets after being burned by the fire were strengthened by something, showing an ice blue luster, but more like It is a decoration that originally existed on it.

Matsuda Jinpei supported the doll's armpits, and lifted it up halfway.

Following his movements, the puppet's neck was slightly tilted back, apparently restored to its best appearance.

"This is really... thank you so much." Matsuda Jinping said with a sigh.

"Don't thank me," said the old shopkeeper, but he didn't appreciate it at all. "I saw that the maker of it is also a master. It's a pity for such a broken child."

"Try the mechanism inside." The old man pointed to a thing that looked like a key lying next to the doll, which was a clockwork switch.

Matsuda Jinpei paused almost imperceptibly, picked up the delicate object as he said, and aimed it at the keyhole.

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The setting sun is like blood.

The entire Yokohama is still operating as usual, without any transfer.

Except for the Port Mafia at the moment, the tallest of the five buildings.

Because of the absence of the leader, the purge here is different from the past. The tables and chairs are scattered, and paper documents are scattered all over the place.From time to time, there were faint bloodstains, and the ground was a mess.

Quiet and empty.

With a slight "ding" sound, the metal door of the elevator with splatter-shaped bloodstains slowly opened.

Before the two doors were completely opened, a black figure rushed out from inside.

He was wearing a black overcoat, striding out, the hem of the clothes swaying behind him, and when he reached the door, the young man almost ran.

When he set his gaze on the ground under the setting sun, Osamu Dazai's gaze froze.

A viscous liquid that was golden yellow reflected by the setting sun was winding on the ground, and the tip of the nose was the familiar smell of blood.

After this brief pause that turned into an instant, Osamu Dazai took three steps in parallel, approaching as if he was rolling and crawling.

A boy with silver-gray hair was lying there, perhaps because of his supernatural power, his face was still extremely beautiful, his face was on his back, his hair was dyed the color of the sunset, and it was hard to tell where the blood was.

The eyes were still open, and the originally bright blue pupils seemed to have faded at this moment, and the golden pupils were knocked into the beautifully shaped eye sockets, staring blankly at the boundless sky.

The boy's expression was soothed, it should be that he lost consciousness without experiencing pain.

Osamu Dazai half-kneeled beside him, touching his breath with trembling fingers.

As if remembering something, the young man suddenly searched in the pocket of the person on the ground, and successfully found a familiar page from it.

It was soaked with a little blood, but there was still a lot of blank space.The edges of the paper were cut very neatly, as if they hadn't been torn off.

Osamu Dazai took out a pen from his pocket and quickly wrote on it.

Although theoretically, the "book" can turn everything written on it into reality, but it cannot change the events that have happened, and the things that can be realized must also be within a reasonable limit.

Therefore, it is impossible to write to the other party without injury.

"The boy fell from the black skyscraper and landed heavily on the ground," Osamu Dazai wrote. "He was seriously injured by the impact, but did not lose his life."

"He's still breathing."

"The heart is still beating hard, trying to keep this body going."

Osamu Dazai looked down at his own paper, with a frighteningly stern expression.Even if he writes uninterruptedly, he can only keep the other person alive for a few minutes.

"The boy's blood loss is not serious." He continued to write this sentence, but after the tip of the pen fell, the words written in black font suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Obviously, the conditions are insufficient and cannot be established.

Dazai pursed his lips.

Originally, he just wanted to leave alone, but who would have thought that there would be such a fool without hesitation.

It was as if, as if he saw himself through the other party.

At the moment when he was urgently writing life-sustaining sentences for the child, Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered a winter many years ago, when his subordinate "Kaguya Amamiya" gave him a gift during the Chinese New Year. greeting card.

It said "I wish Mr. Dazai good health and happiness", how did I react at that time?

The young Hong Kong black leader threw the greeting card aside as if it had been scalded, and threw it at the bottom of the cabinet in disgust. Out of sight and out of mind, he gave his subordinates double the overtime tasks after changing hands.

So, Kaguya...Nanomiya Makoto, how did he manage to become the leader of such an organization, but still seem to be living on the bright side?

Perhaps it was just that, facing everything around with such an attitude, it was so easy to die.

In the dark, good people never live long.

Osamu Dazai's pen tip landed on the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

There seemed to be some panicked footsteps not far away.

"Hurry up... it's... huh... here!" The voice of a detective boy sounded, the voice was intermittent and panting.

"Patient, are you here?" Another glamorous female voice followed closely, because the increase in distance suddenly became clearer.

Osamu Dazai's writing paused slightly, he raised his head, and looked at the members of the Armed Detective Agency who came to the Hong Kong Hei Building, including Oda Sakunosuke who had just left not long ago.

"The leader of Ortafia." Yosano Akiko stopped in her tracks, her gaze brought vigilance and scrutiny.

Edogawa Ranpo's mind was completely attracted by the boy on the ground, he didn't even look at Dazai Osamu, and said, "Don't worry about him, save people first."

The detective's appearance at this moment actually seemed mature.

He pushed away Osamu Dazai, who had a supernatural ability of "disqualification in the world", and carefully helped the people on the ground onto his knees and thighs when he was kneeling on the ground, not disliking the blood at all.

Osamu Dazai stepped aside without any struggle, watching the doctor with the butterfly hairpin activate her supernatural power.

"Please don't die!"

A supernatural ability that can revive a dying person with full blood in an instant, and all wounds are wiped away in this instant.

Edogawa Ranpo felt the warmer body temperature of the other party, and gently closed his eyes for him.

He gently called his former younger brother, the young man lying in his arms at the moment: "Ah Cheng."

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The player himself is in a rather special state at the moment.

Landing was indeed not too painful, because the game has shared a considerable part of it for him, and it is more about the unwillingness to quit the game.

You know, he pushed the progress to this point with great difficulty, but ended up overturning in this role-although he asked for it, it still made Qi Gongcheng feel a little sad.

However, the player stood in a dark space with a floating system screen in front of him, but he couldn't wait for the notification that his character died and was offline.

On the contrary, the window in front of him trembled a few times as if the wiring was unstable, and then stabilized again.

Qi Gongcheng watched his available skills change from one to two.

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Item name: Katasakura Doll

Item description: Made by a famous artist, the puppet is freely controlled by the player himself, and the control distance is not limited.

Current Repair Level: 100.

Status: To be enabled.

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This made him stop thinking about using another skill.

——In the beginning, the only skill that lit up was "Ghost Art Clayman", which can "resurrect" the dead, but it will encounter many restrictions. Makoto Qigong doesn't even know whether other skills can be used after he chooses to resurrect.

Therefore, he pressed the "Katakura Doll" option, and at the same time, the system space brightened up, obviously the player's body survived successfully.

However, Qigong Makoto's consciousness has sunk into the "Katasakura Doll", and he didn't notice this scene.

In this seemingly unremarkable shop recommended by Ayatsuji pedestrians, Matsuda Jinpei slowly but firmly turned the clockwork a few times.

This is the last hope.

After twisting the mainspring, the man let go of his hand, and hugged the doll's side vaguely.

A miracle was born before his eyes.

I saw it just like when I first saw it, it shook slightly from side to side twice, and then stabilized its body firmly.

Under the gaze of the man, those beautiful eyes opened slowly, revealing the haze of early awakening.