long-lived centenarian leader

"In Yokohama, when everyone thinks of a detective, they will definitely think of someone. Conan, is this gentleman referring to the person I thought of?"

After a brief shock, Belmode smiled at Conan.

Conan: "Ah this..."

Gojo Satoru didn't understand why he said the riddle, so he revealed the answer directly: "I'm talking about Edogawa Ranpo."

The woman's smile became more charming and more dangerous: "So do your parents know that you found your long-lost biological father? Conan Edogawa?"

Conan hugged her arm, pointed at Gojo Satoru and shouted: "They don't need to know, I didn't do it, someone else spread rumors about me! The culprit is this man's lover!!"

Although he has done something like hugging Mr. Ranpo's leg and calling Dad, Belmode will not know!

As a police officer protecting the safety of the public, Toru Amuro would never backstab him, would he?

Belmode raised his eyebrows: "How do you know them?"

Conan: "I used to be classmates with the girl they adopted."

Then unfortunately, he was caught and used to harm others.

There is absolutely something wrong with Osamu Dazai, he pledged his reputation as a detective.

It is definitely not as simple as pure wickedness.

"Oh?" Belmode let him go and asked Gojo Satoru, "I haven't seen Mr. Dazai for a long time, how is he?"

Gojo Satoru, who is actually in contact with Dazai Osamu: "It's good, I'm still at work."

"Then say hello to him for me, we still have something to do, see you later."

Belmode was talking about the scene, but Conan really had something to do.

He looked at the two messages on his phone and almost burst his glasses.

Toru Amuro: "I really saw Akai Shuichi, but I have something to do, so come here."

Akai Shuichi: "I have a new discovery on the side of the Ferris wheel, do you want to come?"

And now Belmode is obviously going to take him to a place where there is no one to settle accounts.

The elementary school student detective is in an unprecedented crisis!And the only thing that can save him is...

"Mr. Gojo! I haven't seen Tsumiki for a long time, can you take me to see him?" Conan gave Gojo Satoru a pleading look.

Wujo Wu: Oh, Huo.

He was about to say something, but he heard Osamu Dazai in the headset say "Promise him, and then take him to the Ferris wheel", so he nodded: "Yes."

Conan now: Great, saved.

Conan after Belmode left: Help, help, help! ! !

-

Since Gin came to Yokohama, he hasn't had a comfortable day.

The people here seem to be unafraid of death, and they don't shy away from them. After seeing them shooting, they will quickly find cover and turn on their mobile phones to play.

Once the operation continues, it is impossible to even disperse the crowd.

People from the port mafia will soon be attracted to attack them.

The port mafia are a bunch of mad dogs, they don't see anyone doing anything on their own territory, and they will rush up and bite them whenever they see what they are doing.

It's fine to bite them, after beating them until they fled in embarrassment, they stopped chasing them as if they had regained their sanity.

The boss said that he paid a large amount of "tourism fees" to the port mafia, so that they would not conflict with others and take care of their own affairs.

The result is this.

The subordinates he brought are also full of idiots, who don't know what they are doing day by day, so there are always various reasons for mistakes in the things they search and do.

Even undercover agents may be better at handling affairs than they are.

And that Goethe.

It's the root of all evil, I don't know what to put in my mind, and told him to hold someone back, and he directly blew up his house.

Zhongyuan Zhong also went to smash the boss's Twilight Annex, the organization lost a lot of funds, and even the boss lost contact.

Now Rum brought a group of people to take over the deal with Goethe, and asked him to watch the construction in the place where the grass didn't grow, and then be responsible for keeping secrets and cleaning.

It's like treating him like an errand boy.

With anger, under the instruction of Rum (Osamu Dazai pretending to be), Gin led people to install a bomb on the Ferris wheel and carried out a timed blast.

-

After more than half a month, countless manpower and material resources were spent, and the materials needed for the potion were finally almost collected.

The location of the transaction was chosen in the Ferris wheel.

"When the Ferris wheel reaches its top, I will appear." - Goethe. (actually still playing with children, planning to magically teleport there)

After queuing for a long time, Rum finally lost his patience, let someone create the illusion that the Ferris wheel was malfunctioning, and then boarded the empty Ferris wheel alone with materials.

Shuichi Akai, who had been watching him secretly, then entered the Ferris wheel.

Then Toru Amuro, who discovered Shuichi Akai, entered the Ferris wheel.

From the perspective of ordinary people, after the Ferris wheel broke down, it suddenly started and exploded without warning.They methodically evacuated and evaded by themselves, as if they had been trained thousands of times.

When Gojo Satoru took Conan and teleported into the air, he saw two people standing outside the Ferris wheel, looking at each other, accompanied by talk.

He whistled and said to Osamu Dazai on the other end of the headset, "It seems like there are two ordinary people standing on the support of the Ferris wheel."

Isn't this much better than those idiots at the top?

Fortunately, they are still magicians, and they dare not even look down at a high altitude.

Yes, in less than a month, in order to avoid bringing danger to others, he has been using the upper floor to practice teleporting people.

The effect is okay.

Although those people seem to be quite frightened, and their faces are like palettes, but fortunately, their limbs are sound, and there are no missing parts.

So he teleported with Conan very confidently today.

Conan, whose stomach was churning with high-altitude hypoxia: "..."

It was a miracle that he was still alive.

Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai staged a classic Ferris wheel kickboxing final.

Referred to as double dance.

The background is a series of explosions and a ferris wheel that keeps losing parts but keeps spinning.

Rum, who was still in the cabin of the ferris wheel, didn't have the guts to run out like Amuro Toru and the others, and he was still waiting for the ferris wheel to rise to the highest point.

He has the last hope for Goethe's conscience, thinking that the other party will come as promised and save him.

"Oops—sorry I'm a little late."

In fact, Goethe, who was almost a minute late, looked at the desperate Rum, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I will take the materials down."

"Materials?" Rum immediately realized what was happening, and lifted his hand that was holding the gun a little higher.

Before he could pull the trigger, a bullet shattered the glass from the outside and penetrated his skull.

Mephisto, a demon deacon who can smash the skulls of enemies with bullets from [-] yards away.

Of course, he used magic.

Goethe picked up the box in the hands of the deceased, opened the hatch and took a step outside, gaining several sightlines.

Gojo Satoru, Conan, and even the two undercover agents who were pulling each other's hair the last moment.

He greeted everyone happily: "Good evening, everyone!"

other people:"……"

Of course they also heard the sound of glass shattering, and judged from the blood on the box that Rumman was dead.

Amuro still remembered that he was a member of the Black Organization, and he reasonably questioned Goethe: "What did you do?"

Goethe said in a regretful tone: "Mr. Rum passed away unfortunately just now, so I am going to fulfill his unfulfilled last wish."

Make potions.

All three people on the red side are aware of this, and none of them want the potion to be made.

Before they could think of a way to stop it, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised Conan in front of Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi: "Is this the lost child of one of you?"

The two reached out to pick up Conan at the same time, then immediately looked at each other, and then put their eyes on Conan's face.

Conan: "..."

Help--

How could this be so, he is still a child, why should he face this kind of Shura field?

Gojo Satoru seemed to feel that such a scene was not exciting enough, so he let go of his hand suddenly.

After a brief moment of weightlessness, Conan was grabbed by two hands at the same time.

The atmosphere became eerie.

Gojo Satoru, who couldn't read air, invited Goethe: "Want to fight?"

Goethe, who also can't read the air, also faithfully abided by his own personality: "I don't want to fight with my friends, but we seem to be in different camps now."

If the previous battle between Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi was a melee fight, then the battle between the two of them was undoubtedly a magic fight between magicians.

The ferris wheel, which was still very strong just now, failed to survive the first round after 5 minutes and fell down.

Three ordinary people escaped from life and death within 5 minutes, and stood not far away watching this scene.

Akai Shuichi: "The destructive power of supernatural beings is too great, but it is difficult to control, which is really a headache."

The existence of supernatural beings will bring a strong sense of uneasiness to ordinary people, and the governments of various countries have chosen to block the news so that everyone cannot access these things.

Even they know very little about it.

Amuro Toru shared the same emotion as him, but he didn't answer his words.

Before they fought again, Conan said, "We're going to the Potions Workshop now, maybe before it's too late."

Gojo Satoru and Goethe fought pretendingly for about 10 minutes, and then disappeared from everyone's sight together.

-

"It's almost time to close the net, my dear partner."

Dazai Osamu's smiling voice came from the earphones, and Gojo Satoru became excited when he heard it.

"So what do I want me to do next?"

He asked his partner in command.

Being dominated by Osamu Dazai is an addictive thing, once you experience it, you will never refuse it again.

Because it doesn't matter if you feel lost and confused and hopeless about the way forward.

As long as you act according to the other party's words, you will surely reach the end of victory.

Osamu Dazai's plan can never go wrong.

All those who know him well have such an inherent impression.

Gojo Satoru simply did it because it was what Osamu Dazai said, so he was going to do it, without even a moment of bewilderment or doubt—he didn't think about whether he could do it or not when he did anything.

He also enjoys the feeling of not having to use his brain.

It's like opening a blind box with European Emperor level rewards in each box.

Full of surprises but no surprises.

So happy that I want to lose my mind.

Osamu Dazai didn't know what he was thinking, but he just wanted to make people happy, and randomly selected some strongholds of the black organization to let him go to fight hamsters. Besides, he still had the power to direct the actions of the port mafia .

When the three of Conan informed his teammates and led them to the suburbs, they were stopped by a group of men in black as expected.

This time it's someone from the Port Mafia.

Compared with the menacing group on the opposite side, the little police and FBI people they brought with them seemed weak, pitiful and helpless.

But the two sides did not fight, Conan's eyes became very strange, he calmed down and said: "Please let Mr. Dazai come out to see me."

The crowd receded from both sides like a tide, and Osamu Dazai walked up to Conan with leisurely steps in his formal attire, bent down, and said in a friendly tone: "Conan—I heard that you are looking for me? First of all, I will not give Oh, what a face you have."

Conan stared at him closely, not missing any subtle expressions on his face, and said, "Everything that has happened since the fall of the white whale was planned by you, right?"

The young man tilted his head: "Why do you see that?"

"The cause was the provocation of the Black Organization—the Port Mafia is an extremely ruthless organization. Even if it has to allow other organizations to come to Yokohama because of Goethe, it will not tolerate other organizations using large-scale operations here without permission. lethal weapons."

"However, judging from the results, the port mafia tolerated this incident and allowed the black organization to act a second time here. It even tolerated the insiders being bought by the black organization."

"Bring me from Tokyo to Yokohama, and act as the liaison between the Black Organization and Goethe. You, who know the actions of the Black Organization well, are the most critical person. Presumably——you also have a lot of experience in the port mafia positions, and even placed undercover agents in the black organization, right?"

Osamu Dazai applauded him: "You are very talented in detectives, aren't you really Ranpo's biological son?"

"No!!! Please stop spreading rumors about me and Mr. Ranpo!"

After a brief collapse, Conan continued to question: "Goethe set the material trading place on the Ferris wheel because you, or the port mafia want to catch all the people in the black organization, but they want to complete their unfinished business." things."

He pointed to the temporary white simple building outside the crowd.

There are many instruments that are more expensive than gold and materials that are priceless.

It wasn't a multinational organization like the Black Organization that spread across countries, and they couldn't gather those materials in a short period of time.

The organization that he had always feared and wanted to destroy was completely exploited just like that.

Osamu Dazai nodded, affirming his words: "Then you who see through everything, what do you think?"

Conan: "Of course to stop you."

"Well said." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands again, took a step back, just when Conan thought he was going to call for someone to arrest them (he was ready to run away with Toru Amuro), he turned around and shouted, "Ango, come here."

Toru Amuro's expression changed, he never thought that Ango Sakaguchi, who was captured by the port mafia, would be the undercover agent.

Not only because he participated in the arrest, but also because he heard that the organization paid a large ransom for this intelligence officer.

If this person was originally from Mafia, wouldn't it be too dark?

Ango Sakaguchi stepped out numbly.

His attire didn't change much, but where he stood showed his camp affiliation, and he said in a somewhat resentful tone: "Do you have any orders? Dazai-sama."

He had expected Dazai Osamu's high status in the organization, and now he accepted it well, only praying that the other party would not take the opportunity to persecute him.

Osamu Dazai: "Read to the two gentlemen behind Conan, the list of undercover agents placed by the Japanese police and FBI in the Black Organization, and their current situation."

Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi's expressions became very ugly.

This is a clear threat.

As long as they flee, the safety of their companions is not guaranteed.

The port mafia quickly arrested them who had given up their resistance and asked Osamu Dazai how to deal with it.

Osamu Dazai stroked his chin and thought: "Well...Conan is sent to the Hongye cadres at the headquarters. I can't bear to see them being tortured for the rest, so I can just get on the flight to Siberia with those people on the list."

Hearing the familiar key words, Ango couldn't help but ask, "Why are you sending them to Siberia?"

Dazai's tone was very cheerful: "The potatoes planted by the last batch of undercover agents should be ripe, let them dig them!"

Everyone walked away from him silently.

When everyone left here, there were only two people left in this barren land.

Osamu Dazai squatted in the new container for half an hour, kept liking pictures like "Gojo Satoru and his defeated generals", and listened to the object's complaints.

Someone opened the door, but didn't come in.

He looked up and saw Goethe, who was paler than before.

Goethe leaned against the door for a short rest, and then threw the bottle in his hand to him: "For Rimbaud—if he is still alive."

Osamu Dazai smiled slowly.