Overwhelming the days when Dazai-kun lived a hundred years

"So those two people have all disappeared?" Edogawa Ranpo was a little annoyed, but looking at the ashen-faced hotel manager, he felt a little pitiful for him.

If the murderer of the ambassador's death is found, it's okay. If not, then the port mafia will probably face the situation of being pushed out to top the tank.

If that happens, no matter what the outcome is, the hotel manager will not be able to survive.

Edogawa Ranpo tried his best to integrate and analyze all the clues, but no matter what, he always felt that there were some strange things that prevented him from closing everything into a closed loop.

And the most important thing is that everything he does must be recognized by Fukuchi Sakurachi in front of him.

Thinking of Edogawa Ranbu here, he felt even more irritable. After all, he was not good at dealing with this guy in front of him.

"Does that mean that the only one staying in the hotel is Kikyo?" Fukuchi Sakura confirmed to the hotel manager.

The hotel manager, who had already thought about his own ending, nodded feebly and said yes, he was now fully able to predict the fate he would face next, and a feeling of powerlessness swept over him.

This may be because he has fully understood everything, but he is not as nervous and frightened as he was at the beginning, just like when a person knows that he is going to die in the next second, death is actually not scary.

"Is that Kikyo still there?" Edogawa Ranpo asked, since he couldn't find the other two, he couldn't let the last one go, after all, what if the other party was the real murderer.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Ranpo Edogawa who was in deep thought and nodded his head slightly. He could understand the meaning of Ranpo. Since one of the three people is the murderer, and he couldn't find the other two, he asked first. The third person under it can be said to be the most appropriate method.

The hotel manager was taken aback, and immediately guided them to the room borrowed by the borrower: "Yes, yes, I just had someone look at the entry and exit records, and Mr. Kikyo is still in the room."

Just like when a person encounters a death situation, he will explode with infinite power. The same is true for the current hotel manager. It can be said that his desire to survive has reached its peak. When the fear of this emotion is completely thrown away, His sanity also returned to normal.

Even if there is only a 1/3 chance, even if the chance is less than 50%, he still has to work hard, if the result is really him.Then not only will he survive, but the port mafia will also be out of trouble.

Edogawa walked randomly in the middle of the room and watched the two people who were striding towards this room with tangled eyes. He could almost predict what would happen next, but whether it was him or Fukuzawa Yukichi behind him Either way, none of them can control the development of things.

Kikyo, who lives on the 22nd floor, is talking to Bai Lan who is far away in Italy.

It turned out that after collecting all the seven Sons of the Rainbow pacifiers, Yoni also returned from another dimension, so Bai Lan, who had been worried that Yoni would not be able to proceed to the next step, was finally relieved.

In a good mood, he gently shook his wine glass to face the camera, and Kikyo on the other side said: "I miss Kikyo very much, come back to me quickly, and bring the pages with you."

Kikyo smiled at the same red wine that Bai Lan had airlifted over from Italy.

"I still hope to open this bottle of wine when I taste wine with Mr. Brandon face to face. Please believe that I will return to you soon."

Bai Lan smiled lightly and nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere between the two became more harmonious.

Kikyo is waiting for Fukuji Sakurachi's arrival in the room. He will stay in this hotel to create an opportunity to meet Fukuji Sakurachi face to face. Going to the first line, of course, there needs to be a guarantee that the person who died is a sufficiently important person.

So the simple Kikyo chose the former ambassador of country y.

With a strong enough background, coupled with the sensitive identity of leaving the job soon, I believe that the death of this person will draw Fukuji Sakurachi's attention to himself, so that he will have the opportunity to snatch the pages from it and give it as a gift To Lord Brandon.

As for whether it will cause disputes between the two countries, this is not within the scope of Kikyo's consideration at all. After all, for him, achieving Lord Bailan's order is the first priority.

So Kikyo, whose plan was going smoothly, quietly waited in the room for Fukuji Sakurachi to bring the book to her.

Soon his plan succeeded smoothly, Kikyo opened the door, looked at Fukuji Sakura standing in front of him and smiled idiotically.

"May I ask you what's the matter?" Kikyo's face was as usual, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Fukuchi Sakurachi was a little surprised, the other party's appearance really didn't seem to be related to assassination and espionage.

But in this way, he became even more vigilant. After all, the more harmless the other party looked, the more successful his disguise was.

"This gentleman?" Kikyo's expression became more innocent, and he tilted his head curiously, as if he didn't understand why Fukuchi Sakurachi and his group were in front of him.

Edogawa, who had been using his hat to suppress his expression, twitched his mouth and pressed his face lower. He really didn't bother to pay attention to these pretenders.

But compared with that bastard Si Nanfeng, the guy named Kikyo in front of him looks a little cuter.

Of course, a famous detective would not admit that the reason why he disliked Si Nanfeng was purely because he felt that he ate dog food for no reason.

A famous detective who is mentally young will not understand that there is a society in this world that represents his feelings, called the ff group.

But this didn't affect the famous detective, who hated Si Nanfeng.

Si Nanfeng looked at Osamu Dazai in women's clothing and remained silent. He was now very sure that Osamu Dazai would choose to dress in women's clothing at that time. It had nothing to do with the restrictions of the book at all, it was purely because he liked it.

"I suddenly feel that I don't know you well enough." Si Nanfeng pondered for a long time before uttering a few words.

Osamu Dazai said in a neutral voice, "Does Asi think I don't look good now?"

Si Nanfeng looked up and down Dazai Osamu in front of him, and had to admit that the other party was the darling of the world. Even the simplest dress, worn on Dazai Osamu, was enough to set him off extremely beautifully.

You can know how successful his outfit is just by looking at the bold or provocative eyes in the carriage.

The train they are taking now is a direct train from Bingsheng to Yokohama. As for why they choose this Shinkansen, it is actually purely because Si Nanfeng wants to waste time.

And the opportunity for the two to get along alone can be said to be very rare.

Si Nanfeng still felt that it was a very pleasant thing to travel with Osamu Dazai.

But soon this pleasure turned into trouble, Si Nanfeng who came out of the bathroom was hit by a group of small objects.

It was a child who looked no more than seven or eight years old, with sharp hair and a pair of black-framed glasses. He looked very intelligent, but from the child's behavior, it could be seen that he was a very lively boy.

"Sorry." Edogawa Conan apologized a little embarrassedly. He had been thinking about the messy information before he got in the car, which gave him the illusion that the rain was about to come.

"Kids should not run around in the carriage, and don't leave the adults too far away." Si Nanfeng thought about Dazai Zhi who was still in the carriage, and didn't entangle the little boy too much. After stroking the other's hair, he then Turn around and walk into the next car.

Edogawa Conan stared blankly at Si Nanfeng's back and didn't know why, he thought the other person looked familiar, but he could clearly know that he had never seen him before.

He struggled for a while and then gave up temporarily. After all, although the other party is wearing a black suit, it does not mean that all the people wearing black suits are related to the black organization. He went directly to Edogawa Conan and felt that the other party was not a bad person, or Said that the other party had no malice towards him.

But what he didn't know was that when he was thinking about Si Nanfeng, the other party was also thinking about him.

"What's the matter? Asi?" When Dazai found out that Si Nanfeng had returned, he looked thoughtful, as if he had discovered an interesting secret.

Seeing the curious expression, he smiled again.

Sinanfeng, who didn't intend to lose the appetite of the black cat, began to explain in detail the interesting package he had just discovered.

"So this car was stored with explosives?" Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth. He was a little helpless. He chose the nearest Shinkansen at random, and unexpectedly caught up with the terrorist attack.

This kind of ridiculous thing is simply incomprehensible. Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu shook his head helplessly: "I suddenly feel that we seem to have some troublesome physique recently."

Hearing Dazai Zhi's words, Si Nanfeng laughed even more cheerfully. He shook his head and sighed, "It's unbelievable that you think you're unlucky. I thought you'd only make your enemies unlucky."

What Si Nanfeng said was referring to a saying that had been circulated in the Mafia before: the saddest thing about Dazai's enemies is that their enemy is Dazai.

Today, this sentence was brought here by Si Nanfeng to tease his lover.

"But how long will it take for the explosion?" Osamu Dazai was a little curious. After all, if the time is too close, if the police officers can't find it, he and Si Nanfeng will have to consider adjusting the direction.

After all, the bomb can't really go off, and they want to hurry to Yokohama to get the pages from the scene.

"Should be soon?" Si Nanfeng thought for a while, although he was not sure, but for some reason, the boy he met when he went out just now made him feel a little disobedient, as if he felt that the other party was not a child Or not a mere child.

While the two were chatting, there was a scream, and then more than a dozen ordinary passengers ran into the carriage they were in, shouting: "Killed, someone was killed."

The bomb in the toilet has not been dealt with, and now the next door is dead again, Si Nanfeng suddenly feels a little helpless, I don't know why he feels a little weird since he stepped on this Shinkansen .

But he doesn't intend to intervene in these matters now. After all, Osamu Dazai's identity is sensitive now, so why would he take the initiative to do more when he can do less?

The author has something to say:

Conan's timeline is simply mind-blowing.