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"Because you are now equivalent to my half-serving god, our spiritual power has been linked together."

The young man lifted up his black cuffs slowly, brushed his fingertips over the surface of the tea in the cup, and a trace of froth stained the front of his fingers, like new snow in early winter falling on pale jade, and his thin figure was slantedly reflected On the blurred surface of the glass, like a phantom of a rainbow.

"You were able to see the obsession of those who died before, precisely because of the spiritual power awakened in your body."

"But...but I don't know what kind of spiritual power I have at all." Atsushi Nakajima felt the huge absurdity when he first knew that the white tiger that was chasing him was his own ability, until he thought No more? After something surprised him, something even more absurd happened.

"That's right, you shouldn't have spiritual power."

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned: "Excuse me, what does this mean?"

"As I said before, this world is a world with extremely sparse spiritual power. The ditch between those ghosts and monsters and the human world is deep enough that most human beings will not be able to see each other for a lifetime."

"However, because of my spiritual power, his hidden spiritual power was also activated."

"Historical revisionists came after me, but——Nakajima-kun, unfortunately, you have also become one of them."

His tone is still that slow, as if twirling the long ending rhyme of the setting sun and sinking alone in the dusk.Accompanying it rose from the mouth of the simple long black robe embroidered with mysterious runes, transparent and swirling slowly rising, like an ancient tree in nature deep in the jungle, emerging after being split by lightning, making people feel Fascinating fragrance.

"Mr. Nakajima, you don't think that what I said before was just joking with you."

The young man bent his eyes, as if he was laughing lightly, but the laughter was colder than the cold pool in February, and the blood all over the white-haired boy seemed to be frozen in an instant.Atsushi Nakajima's pupils dilated, and he remembered what this person had told him before.

"In the eyes of those guys, people with spiritual power are like lights in the dark, and the delicacies in the rough tea and light meals are the best tonics." The Tang fan swung open, and the splashed ink and long bamboo blocked the young man's slightly raised lips Jiao, "I'm naturally not afraid of those guys, but what about you, you have no spiritual power? You can't use it. Aren't you just a little sheep at the mercy of others?"

"Ah, by the way, those guys can't be killed with human weapons." The young man shook his hand and pointed, "However, they can attack humans."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's face was gloomy. Nakajima Atsushi was his member, and Yokohama was his beloved city. He was obliged to protect his members and protect his city.

Although the young man kept saying that it was because of him, the other party's every move was full of careless indifference, and the arrogance was hidden in the alienated and false smile.Fukuzawa Yukichi himself is a superb swordsman, but the white-haired man in white haori who is following the young man, even though he is smiling, has golden pupils that are stronger than the cold gold Even more indifferent, Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help being extremely vigilant with the gesture of pressing on the handle of the knife and the faint blood coming from the blade.

The two sides fell into silence for a moment. The young man held up the teacup and drank green tea slowly, while Tsurumaru Kuninaga seemed to be curiously pinching the European-style snacks on the tea tray with his fingers, playing with them with great interest He spoke, but his other hand never left the handle of the knife at his waist.

Atsushi Nakajima, who fell into the predicament of doubting his life, became gloomy and curled up in a ball.Akutagawa glanced at him without leaving a trace, his eyes paused on him, and then moved away nonchalantly after a few seconds, and put his eyes on the man in kimono with a samurai/sword in front of him.

As if he had finally waited enough, he put down the teacup again, and the bottom of the porcelain cup collided with the tea tray with a crisp sound.

"Now, there are two ways."

Akutagawa stretched out his index finger slowly: "First, wait. When the time is up, my soul will naturally return to the original world. I think you should have seen this situation."

"However, since my spiritual power has been known by them as a coordinate, a more powerful time retrograde army will break through the space and come to this world in a maximum of one day. And? Those who can act as combat power here, except for me and Tsurumaru, Atsushi Nakajima only has spiritual power but can't use it. At that time, I can't guarantee that other people will not be harmed."

Atsushi Nakajima's expression changed suddenly. Having faced those monsters, he is the one who knows the ferocity of those terrifying things best. Hearing that Akutagawa said that there will be more powerful monsters coming, ordinary people's attacks will not work, he My heart seemed to be entangled.

He didn't want Yokohama to be hurt again. The white whale of the previous combination had given him enough.

"The second method requires the cooperation of Nakajima-kun." Akutagawa looked at? The white-haired boy who was still immersed in the gray background just stood up suddenly, staring at him with piercing eyes, "What do you need me to do?!"

"I need your blood as a medium to bring my soul back to the original world."

"can."

"Atsushi, you wait first." Kunikida Doppo couldn't help but said, the white-haired boy turned his head to look at him, "Mr. Kunikida, I just don't want the detective agency and this city to be hurt again So, whatever I do is fine."

Kunikida Doppo remained silent. Why would he not want to sacrifice his life to protect Yokohama and his own ideals, but no matter what, this should not be undertaken by a young man.

"Ah, it just needs about [-] milliliters of blood. I didn't say I needed Nakajima-kun's life." The young man looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, and he thought of the tiger demon in his own world. , the same innocence, the same, willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the so-called right.

"When I go back, you can return to the normal world."

"Ah, that's it." The original tragic expression was immediately replaced by his usual shyness. Atsushi Nakajima scratched his hair embarrassingly, "As long as there is some blood, it will be fine."

His eyes darkened for a moment, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was keenly aware of the sudden change in his master's mood, put his hand lightly on the young man's shoulder. Akutagawa raised his head and met those golden eyes. glance.

"Then is there a third way?" Osamu Dazai, who was rarely quiet, poked his head out with a smile, "Atsu-kun is still a child."

"Too, Dazai-san? I'm done!" Atsushi Nakajima yelled out embarrassedly, but was pushed down by Dazai, "Ah, Atsu-kun, do you want to become an adult so much? Then next time I'll take you to find a beautiful young lady... oh!"

Kunikida Doppo mercilessly slammed his fist down: "Bastard Dazai, don't bring down the juniors of the detective agency!"

The young man watched quietly with his quiet eyes? The man in the sand-colored windbreaker, after a long time, he slowly raised his lips: "There is also a third method."

Osamu Dazai looked at those smoky gray eyes that were exactly the same as those of his stubborn disciple, but he didn't see his figure in it like before, no, he couldn't see anyone's figure, it seemed to be just a reflection The obsidian of all light and shadow.

The sunset through the glass fell on him, covering him with a hazy and illusory robe of light.The white-haired man stood behind him, his palms pressed against the handle of the knife.

"Kill me, completely cut off the coordinates of spiritual power. However, I will die in this world too." The young man's tone rose slightly, as if telling a very funny joke, "Then, you have to try Do you want to try?"

The folding fan propped up his chin, and the young man watched him with a smile.

The room was so quiet at that moment? Not even the sound of a needle could be heard.

"I'm just joking." Osamu Dazai smiled. His eyes were bent, and in the suddenly tense atmosphere, it seemed that he couldn't feel the faint killing intent at all, "Then, Akutagawa-kun plans to When will it be resolved?"

"Is that so, then, I was joking with you too, Dazai-san."

"Because what you can kill is not me, but the Akutagawa of this world." The smile Akutagawa evoked was light and cold, and his meaningful eyes flicked across the arc of the man's mouth. He stood up and turned against him. With the light on, facing everyone in the detective agency, he held his fan and bowed symbolically, "The time is tomorrow evening, and I will come to visit again."

"Then, forgive me and leave first." The yellow paper flew out of the cuff like a dexterous butterfly, flying around the two of them, and in an instant, the figures of the two disappeared in place.

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