In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

This is the fourth time that the detective agency has been visited by Akutagawa from another world, so Kunikida Doppo, who was sitting at his desk, raised his head and saw the iconic snow temples coming into sight, the pen in his hand snapped. Suddenly, the paper was torn.

Kunikida Doppo's face turned blue and white, and when the young man with Akutagawa Ryuunosuke's face slowly raised his eyes and met his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.In the eyes of Kunikida Doppo, this is tantamount to the arrival of the devil, the roar of the abyss, and the thunder of the sky.At that moment, he thought of the stormy piano in the detective agency, the broken glass, and the bright 'big light bulb' above his head, and his face turned as black as paint.

In the next second, he stood up abruptly and picked up the file: "I have a scheduled commission today, so I'm leaving first!"

Atsushi Nakajima stared dumbfounded. The blond man finished speaking this sentence very smoothly without even typing a draft, and then he wanted to slip away. In front of the fleeing blond man: "Wait? Wait? Mr. Kunikida!"

"Mr. Dazai hasn't come back yet, you can't leave!"

Just at this time, with the brisk push of the door and the sound of the wind chime, the man in the sand-colored windbreaker smiled and said, "Ah, Dunjun, are you looking for me?"

"Now Dazai is here." Kunikida Doppo said blankly, "I'm going to work."

"Ah, so anxious? What are you doing in such a hurry, Kunikida-kun." Dazai Osamu put his hands on Kunikida Doppo's shoulders with a smile, but in Kunikida Doppo's eyes, this is the whisper of the devil, " Don't you want to hear about the purpose of this Akutagawa-kun?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Kunikida." Atsushi Nakajima nodded fiercely, and like pouring beans, he saw those strange monsters wrapped in black mist, and how the young man in white cut them all in half It's all said and done.

Kunikida Doppo's frown became tighter and tighter following Atsushi Nakajima's narration: "I'll report to the president." He glanced at the two of them, then at Osamu Dazai, turned around and walked quickly into the inner room.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke sat with Tsurumaru Kuninaga on the sofa in the reception room with a calm expression, and nodded to Ms. Haruno who came over with a teacup, and he took a sip from the teacup , as if sitting in front of his short wooden square table, dyed? The intoxicating incense with the smell of smoky tobacco.

"What do you want to know, do you just want to know about those monsters, or something else?"

Osamu Dazai was sitting opposite, he heard Erlang's upturned legs shaking, and tapped his fingers on the table regularly: "Ah, Akutagawa-kun, those monsters are actually coming after you, right? If that's the case, we should You are qualified to know the beginning of everything."

"If you just want to know what those monsters are, it's not impossible to say." Akutagawa smiled when he heard this, although the smile was a little cold and alienated, "Those guys are historical revisionists oh."

"Historical revisionists?" Just hearing the name doesn't sound like a good thing.

"It's just a group of guys who want to change history." Akutagawa stretched out his fingers, with a drop of tea on his fingertips, and drew twisted and incomprehensible symbols on the cold desktop, "Do you know the butterfly effect, Nana?" A butterfly flapping its wings in America can cause a storm on the other side of the Pacific."

"If any key point in history changes, the subsequent history will be completely different." Akutagawa looked at the silver-haired man who had pushed away from the inner room and came out with a samurai/sword, the corners of his mouth slightly raised , "You should know the seriousness, Mr. Fukuzawa."

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hands in his wide cuffs, and there was no expression on his serious face.Tsurumaru Kuninaga's gaze rested on the samurai/sword at his waist, his expression suddenly became excited, but a fan hit his wrist.

'Restrain your curiosity, Tsurumaru. The young man squinted at him, tapping the palm of his hand with the fan, with a hint of threat hidden in his expression.Tsurumaru blinked and stretched out his hands to show that he didn't do anything.

But it's not that Akutagawa can't understand him. After all, the essence is a knife soaked in blood, and it's normal to desire to fight against the same kind.

"However, you? What you said just now? That's right, they were indeed attracted by me." Turning around again, Akutagawa raised his hand, and the fingertips emitted a bright white aura, like a firefly in the night sky. Rising and falling in the air around him.

Tanizaki Naomi stretched out his hand curiously, but passed through, as if it was just a piece of air.

"Is this spiritual power?" Nakajima Atsushi also tentatively stretched out his hand, but those bright white highlights stayed in his palm obediently and circled around.For a moment, everyone's eyes were on him, and Atsushi Nakajima almost fell backward in fright.

"Why, these lights are like this..." Atsushi Nakajima looked blankly. These seem to be very like his light spots, and the other party said it was his spiritual power.

"Nakajima-kun, I'm going to ask you this."

"Me?!" Atsushi Nakajima pointed at himself, and looked at the young man who nodded, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.What does this have to do with him?

Akutagawa glanced at him, raised his lips with a half-smile.With a flick of the folding fan, it swung open, and was grasped delicately by the young man on his chest. He stood up and gave a slight salute.

"Let me re-introduce myself, my humble Akutagawa, my main occupation is a fortuneteller, and I also work part-time as a god-inspector under the name of Shizhi government."

The judge of the gods—Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and there was no expression of joy or anger: "The judge of the gods, the one who listens to his oracle..."

"You? You can understand that, Dazai-san." Akutagawa replied calmly.

"Ah, that's really arrogant~" Ryuuji Akutagawa's expression was calm, his smoky eyes were frozen. In the thousand-year-old snow field, nothing seemed to be able to break through that layer of ice: "People in the world are so arrogant. You can't see it with your own eyes. You don’t want to believe it, don’t you, Dazai-san.”

Dazai's face sank slightly, Fukuzawa Yukichi called him: "Dazai."

"Okay, President, I understand." Dazai Osamu restored the smiling expression just now, "Then, since you attracted this Akutagawa-kun, shouldn't you solve it? "

"This is what I need to tell you." Akutagawa sat down again, and took another sip of the tea in his cup, "The spiritual power in this body is pitifully small, and in this world where spiritual power is extremely scarce, I His spiritual power? Can't be replenished well."

"So, I need him, Nakajima-kun." The folding fan pointed straight at the dazed little white tiger over there, Nakajima Atsushi was so frightened that he jumped up on the spot.

"Why me!" Why him again!Why does every Akutagawa want to hold him tight!

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