Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

[As expected in the barrage, Edogawa Ranpo is already proud of himself.

This famous detective who sometimes behaves childishly is probably also proudly raising his face in the consciousness space at this moment, smiling triumphantly:

"Sure enough! Ranpo-sama is the best!!"

Through the leader Yozai who lost his memory on the screen, Edogawa Ranpo heard Dazai's extremely rare candid evaluation with his own ears.

According to the usual slippery style of this colleague, he had long ago changed the topic with laughter.

How could he express it directly in front of him?

Therefore, Edogawa Ranpo is like getting a red bean mochi that fell from the sky after being given up sugar for ten days by the president, and it is like a cat-like creature purring from its throat after being stroked by its fur, and its nose is so happy that it will stick to the sky go.

The three-dimensional barrage suddenly hit the big sugar from the sky, and screamed excitedly.

Not to mention that there is a very restored Pipi language c in the vip bullet screen, just like Mr. Ranpo himself, and the meal replacement is exhilarating.

Even the swiping screen is full of "Script group posts—", "Butei's brain power competition is high!!", "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish-saw"

Naturally, Butei Dazai would not disappoint at such a time, he responded with a few words with a smile, which made Edogawa Ranpo even happier.

……only.

Dazai slightly lowered his iris-colored eyes, then raised them quietly, looking at the person on the screen who had lost everything.

It is said that after throwing away all the burdens on the body, the only thing left is the most authentic self.

……But.

In the space of his own consciousness, Dazai showed a sad expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth in self-deprecating manner.

(Whether it's Rogue Pie or Mr. Ranpo)

(That's all...my memory)

(And you?)

Dazai asked softly.

(your own memory)

(——Where is it again?)】

'No'.

If the leader Dazai could hear this sentence, I don't know if he would reply like this.

no memory.

Refuse to be concerned.

Cut off the fetters.

For the ultimate goal, he volunteered to walk alone in the dark.

It doesn't matter if you work hard for four years, or you deceive the whole world by yourself.

Carrying everyone's guard, fear, and resentment.

It's okay not to be understood by anyone.

This is the leader Dazai's choice.

He never regretted it.

Just... occasionally tired.

That's all.

Losing all memory in this world, even the leader Dazai himself doesn't know if it's a good thing or not.

(but,)

(Since many people reached out)

(Then, die later)

(later)

(a little later...)

The seemingly young child buried such words in the deepest part of his heart.

Not even a single word is revealed, which may cause people to worry.

"……What's wrong?"

Scotland asked him softly.

For some reason, the expression that appeared on Dazai's face just now made his heart tremble.

When Dazai heard the people around him ask this question, he raised his face, smiled obediently, and shook his head.

He waved away the disturbing thoughts that suddenly lingered in his heart, and refocused on the tasks that should be completed in front of him.

…or, more precisely, what a whiskey trio is supposed to accomplish.

In view of these three high-level organization members with 'codenames', none of them are willing to put the young master in danger.

The three adults discussed among themselves and divided into groups.

Ley has always been a good sniper in the organization. At this time, carrying a bass bag with a rifle on his back, he left the box early and went to find a suitable location for the assassination.

Since Bourbon is an important member of the intelligence team, he naturally chose to approach the mission target from another direction under disguise, and steal the USB flash drive with the source code... or other hardware carriers from the other party.

As for Scotland, after frowning at the game ID cards of the four, he decisively chose to stay with the young master at all times.

"I'm a traitor," the black-haired, blue-eyed man said with a smile, squatting down and winking at Dazai:

"You also cover me in the game, young master?"

Dazai: "..."

The boy was speechless for a moment, put away his ID card and the toy-like seal together, and ignored him.

At this time, the two stepped into the game field through the scanning ray to verify their identities.

The Suzuki Express train is worthy of being a themed train with a strong capital backing behind it. It is not stingy, and it is quite generous.At this moment, the first two carriages have been completely emptied as a place for detective games.

And Thomas Schindler, who collaborated this time, seemed to regard this opportunity as a last-ditch effort to make a comeback, and tried his best to attract customers.

—and he did.

As soon as you step into the game field, the whole scene changes completely.

Gone are the windows, replaced by Victorian balconies with porticos.

The dark red carriage also disappeared, and what appeared in front of everyone was a classical stage carved with reliefs.

All modern equipment has been hidden, and what everyone sees is clearly the interior scenery of the London style of the last century!

It's amazing, I can't believe my eyes.

All the passengers who boarded the train and participated in the detective game with doubts or expectations showed surprise and surprise, looking left and right.

Some of them unbelievingly touched the pillars with their hands, or tried to open the window to see the scenery outside the window.

Some opened their mouths wide in admiration.

There were also many people who were busy taking pictures to commemorate the trip and sighed that the train trip was worth the money.

After waiting for a while and making the expectations of all passengers reach the peak, Thomas Schindler finally appeared.

Dazzling spotlights are reflected in the center of the classical stage, reflecting the face of the former IT emperor.

Just like his voice, this man is old, not young anymore.

Perhaps it was the years of bankruptcy that made him miserable, or perhaps it was the weather brought by time. Thomas Schindler, together with his sideburns and beard, had turned gray.

But the excitement that was about to regain its momentum made the man's cheeks and cheekbones flush with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to nineteenth-century London!"

Thomas Schindler said loudly, raised his arms, and met the excited applause of the passengers!

He himself looked very excited, walking a few steps on the stage with his head held high.

"As you can see, the scene inside the car restores the scenery of the Victorian era in the last century," Schindler said, "but there is no need to doubt that we are naturally still riding on the Suzuki Express train, and we have not traveled all the way to the past history. "

The quip was met with a good-natured laugh.

Some passengers took the opportunity to ask: "What is going on? According to the height and width of the carriage, the interior cannot be expanded to this extent anyway?"

In addition, some passengers were very curious, "That's right! Before we got on the train, the appearance of the train did not change!"

"That's right!" exclaimed another passenger. "It all feels so real! Please tell us, Herr Schindler!"

Schindler looked more and more excited, and there was a proud gleam in those eyes!

"Please give it your all, everyone!" Schindler said loudly, "This is all thanks to the artificial intelligence technology that our company once died, but was finally developed tirelessly. Please see——!"

With a wave of the man's hand, the scene under his feet changed.

It seemed that the light fluctuated for a while, and it seemed that the electronic screen flickered lightly.

The original gorgeous and complicated classical stage disappeared, and the place where Thomas Schindler stood was clearly the simplest modern stage.

Another flash of light, and the Victorian stage is back.

There was indeed a commotion among the audience.

Schindler satisfactorily allowed the passengers to discuss excitedly for a while before speaking again:

"That's right, everyone! This is the artificial intelligence of the new era!" Schindler asserted: "The moment they hold the identity card and step through the scanning door, everyone has been hypnotized. Under the control of artificial intelligence Now, our senses of touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste have all returned to London in the last century!"

After dropping a shocking bomb, Schindler was more and more satisfied with the dumbfounded reaction of the passengers, and waved his arms and shouted:

"This is the technology of the new era! This is the innovation of new technology! Cheers, we have embarked on a completely different and new path for mankind—!!"

Inspired by this enthusiasm, the passengers really applauded wildly!

Thomas Schindler walked up and down the stage a few more steps to regain his composure.

"Of course, this technology has not been fully completed," Schindler said with a smile. "Artificial intelligence is still only a semi-finished product, and I haven't given it a name. Now it is only used in the field of games. If you experience this The mystery of the game, welcome to discuss with me after the end. Everyone knows that I need capital injection very much now."

This ad was played cleverly and without losing self-deprecation, which caused a burst of good-natured laughter from the audience, and also changed many people's perception of the former IT king after bankruptcy.

The introduction is here, and it is almost the same.

Schindler added a few more words, such as ensuring the safety of passengers, all indoor facilities have been inspected, the five senses are under the control of artificial intelligence only for the sake of game experience, and there is absolutely no intention of violating the privacy of guests, etc. If so, appease the concerns of some passengers.

Finally, Schindler waved his hand triumphantly:

"There is more than one killer hiding in the crowd, and more than one detective is following him."

"So, who is the final winner?"

"Now, let the game officially begin!!"

——His speech ended with applause.

Most of the people who boarded this train were die-hard detective fans. At this moment, they had already aroused high interest in the game. While hiding their identity cards, they began to explore in the artificial intelligence-restored London.

This made the two standing indifferently in the corner slightly awkward.

But Scotland is unlikely to make such an obvious mistake.

He had just confirmed through different methods that his five senses were indeed out of control, and he felt a sudden sense of crisis in his heart. He still maintained a smile on his face, and lowered his head to ask the young master: "How is it? Let's go now, too?"

Dazai looked up at him quietly, then turned and walked out.

For some reason, the child's gloomy atmosphere dissipated, and the lighthearted mood in the box dissipated.

And walking half in meditation, half absent-mindedly, Dazai was bumped by someone soon, and was immediately supported by Scotland.

The man hurriedly strode over from behind the embossed pillars, his eyes searched the surroundings, but he failed to notice the little child.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you all right?"

The visitor hurriedly squatted down, showing concern.

This is a middle-aged man with dark brown hair and eyes.

His face was straight, and when he raised his face, he looked very serious, but his eyes showed real concern.

"I am fine."

Dazai stared at him, almost looking into the deepest part of those eyes.

"only."

"You——do you want to reconsider?"

Unknowingly, Osamu Dazai uttered exactly the same words that Ranpo Edogawa said to someone in another time and space:

"If you go..."

"...will die?"