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Nietzsche hated Tolstoy.

This is not just because of the other party's ability, the two of them are completely at odds with each other.

If Nietzsche himself is a powerless person who clearly understands the world and fails to transform it, then Tolstoy is an evader who recognizes the world clearly.

Tolstoy is a coward who does not recognize the world but does not want to, or expresses his own strength and refuses to change.

Rather than exaggerating, it is better to say that Tolstoy, who does not fully embrace the principle of passing by, is very clear.

That guy knew how capable he was, so he gave up unnecessary emotions, unnecessary love and hatred, and unnecessary softness to his supernatural body.

People who understand the world and understand the world are obviously cold realists, but they have to pretend to be soft.

It looks like you don't care about anything, but secretly you have been weighing it.

To measure feelings, interests, and values, Tolstoy deceived himself into measuring everything.

It's like a god who exists in another space with people, calmly and silently weighing everything.

Tolstoy is an extreme realist, and he can only see human touch in him because he even measures feelings.

"It's disgusting." Nietzsche was a little tired, he didn't even bother to make an expression of disgust, "I really don't understand why..."

You will become like this. Could it be that some attribute was misplaced when making it?

The supernatural body stabbed Nietzsche with the tip of the knife, and the young man stretched out and grabbed the handle of the knife without dodging or evading.

Before the supernatural body reacted and pulled out the dagger, the young man lowered his center of gravity, turned his wrist slightly, ignoring the small piece of flesh cut off by the blade, and kicked his right leg towards the supernatural body's calf bone at the same speed.

With this kick, Ni adopted full strength, and directly pressed the supernatural body out of a deep hole. His expression remained unchanged and he stretched out to touch the supernatural body's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring a weapon when I was writing the essay before, bear with the pain of war, I will stick my fingers into your eyes and smash your brain to pieces."

The purple eyes of the supernatural body are like qualityless gems, reflecting his figure and;

The figure of the person behind!

After reacting, Nietzsche lowered his head, and the blade swept across his forehead, cutting off a strand of his hair.

"Tolstoy, here you come."

"I can't watch you bullying my children." The doctor in a white coat looked polite, but the blood-stained blade carried a unique, weapon-like coldness.

"The newly awakened supernatural body dares to send over, should I say you are innocent or cute?"

"No, your expression is clearly loathing me."

"Disgust? I feel more than disgust for you." Nietzsche shook off the blood oozing from his palm as if nothing had happened, and his tone was rarely cold. "We've known each other for so long, so you don't need to pretend in front of me."

"Sorry, I forgot that you don't like to see me in this posture, I just think that a normal person should be like that just now..."

The kind smile on the corner of his mouth retracted, and the doctor's expression became cold, which seemed strangely similar to the person opposite him, "We haven't been alone for too long, and we can't get used to it."

"Why are you here?"

"Miyazaki's order." Tolstoy replied with a stern look that looked like the supernatural body that had stopped moving on the ground.

"Do you know what's going to happen next?"

"I know..." the doctor sighed, with a look of pity on his face, "I got the news from some sources in the Supernatural Secret Service Division that the Silver King is coming to Yokohama."

"Huh? Sure enough, you guessed where I'm going."

"Meursault..."

Compared with Nietzsche, Tolstoy is the real overview of the overall situation. He knows everything but pretends not to know, which is really annoying.

Tolstoy looked at the rare Nietzsche who looked at him with an expressionless face, sighed and asked: "I don't understand why you hate me so much."

"I'm not compatible with you, just like diametrically opposite thoughts, isn't it normal to have conflicts?"

"Well, haven't you given up your superhuman thinking yet? Haven't you realized your mistake?"

This sentence really seemed familiar. Nietzsche looked at his palm with a rare trance.

He thought of the first time he expounded this idea, the guy opposite him also disliked him in the same way.

"Life is malleable. People can move closer to superman through their own efforts, and can create goals about life. Creation is another meaning of human existence. It is a definite interpretation of the meaning of life. It is in the process of creation. To express the purpose of life. There is nothing wrong with this kind of thinking."

"You shouldn't try to do it, Nietzsche."

"How can I verify my thoughts if I don't do it?"

"But you've been killed, your mind has been killed, your soul has been killed, your personality has been killed."

Doctors who were born in aristocratic families seldom reveal their own thoughts. This young man who should be the darling of the upper class has become a doctor. At this moment, he is looking at Nietzsche with pity with his light purple eyes that look like crystals.

"You were not like this before, so Nietzsche is dead. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. Nietzsche, when did you fall into the abyss and die?"

"I'm not dead, nor crazy, don't impose your subjective will on me, extreme coward."

Withdrawing his gaze, the corners of Nietzsche's mouth turned upward, and the atmosphere around him returned to the previous one, awe-inspiring, "You said, if I break your neck, does that mean that I am still active and not dead?"

"Are you reminding me to dig out your heart? I understand." Tolstoy nodded, his silver hair falling from his shoulders, looking like a prince about to go to the ball.

The next moment, the prince of the banquet drew out his sword and rushed forward.

"Nietzsche, you are insane and need treatment."

"Therapy?" Nietzsche sideways avoided Tolstoy's blade, "I said, Tolstoy, you are so obsessed with healing me only because you prefer me before. How arrogant, Tolstoy, finally tell Once again, I'm not crazy."

"Yes, you are not crazy..." Tolstoy lowered his body to avoid Nietzsche's side kick, his tone remained unchanged, "When madness becomes the norm, then your normality is madness."

The supernatural body stood up from the ground at some point and rushed to a position less than five meters behind Nietzsche without making a sound.

The pupils of the same color as the master's and the ability body's reflected the figure of the same person. The figure was flanked by front and back and the worsening injuries were unable to dodge, and another scar was added to the abdomen.

Nietzsche pressed his wound and pressed it hard, using the pain to wake up his gradually blurred consciousness.

This is really, what can obviously be avoided is dragged down because of the wound.

Continuous high-intensity use of abilities, most of the physical strength that was drawn away by the abilities could no longer support Nietzsche to continue his actions.

"If you can't use the ability, and you don't have the strength to use it, you will die soon."

Blocking the supernatural body's wrist with his left, Nietzsche swayed, bent over and rolled on the spot to avoid Tolstoy's stabbing knife.

"The wheel battle is too much, and the gravity envoy from the port AFA was sent over first."

Nietzsche is very clear that it is impossible for him to escape completely now, but there is still a chance to escape.

Tolstoy didn't move, and the supernatural body beside him attacked again: "If you don't do this, even Dongye won't be sure to lock you back to Meursault."

Glancing at the supernatural body rushing over from the corner of the eye, the corners of Nietzsche's mouth rose slightly.

This time he watched as Tolstoy hit the dagger of the supernatural body head-on without dodging or avoiding.

The coolness on the dagger sucked away the last of his temperature, and Nietzsche began to cough uncontrollably, and even felt that part of the blood was poured into his trachea.

Unprecedented embarrassment.

But he couldn't help showing a flamboyant laugh.

"Touched you, war."

Yes, it is no longer possible for him to leave with his own ability. His ability can't do it, but Tolstoy's ability can.

As long as he came into contact with it, even if it was only for a second, he would have the possibility of getting out.

"No, I came into contact with you, Nietzsche."

Tagore's voice sounded from the side, Nietzsche turned his head subconsciously, and saw the tranquilizer gun out of the corner of his eye.

Oda Sakunosuke!When did this guy arrive!

That's great.

Tolstoy and Tagore combined to distract him, and it was too late for him to dodge.

He actually brought Oda Sakunosuke along with him, and the guy whose marksmanship was accurate enough to hurt him was secretly an assistant.

Forget it, let's have a good sleep, there is nothing in the dream, this is not a kind of happiness.

The anesthesia kicked in, and Nietzsche felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell into a black dream with black eyes.

"Success..."

Looking at the fallen Nietzsche, Tagore heaved a sigh of relief, and murmured, "It's terrible, it's terrible. Nietzsche's eyes just now wanted to kill me, he must have wanted to kill me!"

Tolstoy reached out and hugged the fallen Nietzsche to prevent the opponent's wound from tearing again. His tone was very helpless: "I think he is just admiring your courage. After all, you regretted your life and never took the initiative to step into the battlefield. "

"Brother Zhishou asked us to kill Nietzsche, why did you give me the tranquilizer gun?"

"Then why did you agree to my proposal?" Tolstoy asked back.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want Sakunosuke to kill someone. If he kills someone, he will feel very guilty. Don't talk about writing novels together, maybe he will have to go to a mental hospital for treatment."

Besides, they can't really kill Nietzsche, and Nietzsche killed Tagore before to help him, so he must return the favor.

"Really?"

"Really! I don't want to go to a mental hospital."

Tagore looked at the world but did not look at Nietzsche, and his words seemed very unconvincing.

Oda Sakunosuke, who can't read the air next to him, said: "I won't go to a mental hospital for treatment. Even if I kill someone, I will at most..."

"Ah, stop talking, Sakunosuke, I didn't tell you about the mental hospital."

As long as it doesn't involve issues of principle, the guardian is still very easy to talk to. He closed his mouth when he watched the frantic child, and his empty eyes were clearly incomprehensible.

"Don't change the subject, Tolstoy, why don't you move?"

Tolstoy, hurry up and talk about the script. When the time comes, you can’t say it with a dazed face, and you can’t even catch up with the play.

Law's people caught him, but they didn't think Nietzsche was suspicious. Without a plausible reason, he just waited for the government's next arrest.

"Personal reasons..." Tolstoy looked at Tagore who was brainstorming in front of him, and had to say vaguely, "My identity is very sensitive, and they won't tell me."

yes...

Tagore suddenly realized how he had forgotten Tolstoy's identity.

This guy is not only the doctor of the supernatural prison Meursault, but also comes from an aristocratic family. That family is the backbone of the Russian local forces Red October, and the Japanese government cannot be held accountable anyway.

"What should Brother Zhishou say?"

"In the later period, he could no longer control the situation. Didn't you find that he was always guiding?"

"That is to say, it doesn't matter whether Nietzsche is dead or not? Ask..." Tagore said, "Will Brother Zhishou not pursue it?"

"No, Miyazaki won this competition, although the reason for winning was that Higashino did not regard Nietzsche as the focus, but used Nietzsche as a bait."

But winning is winning, so Miyazaki Tomomori doesn't care about the process.

"Is that so..."

Tagore looked at the guardian next to him and quickly gave up his tedious thoughts. He rushed to Oda Sakunosuke and said cheerfully: "The matter is over, let's go to Tokyo tomorrow. Let me tell you that we have a building in Tokyo as our headquarters." , the second floor can open a publishing company by itself, and then go to write books together."

Oda Sakunosuke had a sincere expression: "I don't think so."

"why?"

"Not enough words."

"Oh, no, Sakunosuke can definitely write enough."

"No, I mean you, too few short poems."

"Sakunosuke, I'm still your cub!" Tagore was shocked to find that the guardian's reaction was different from what he imagined.

"No, I haven't gone through the adoption process yet."

"Sakunosuke, I'm going to be angry."

Sakunosuke Oda looked at the furious Tagore and began to change the subject very bluntly: "I should bring a lot of things to Tokyo, how about we mail them over?"

"Yes, I have transportation channels, and I can even bring the gun with me."

Tolstoy looked at the two bustling people next to him. The two complementary existences made people feel warm.

One is an overly sensitive intelligence dealer, and the other is an unresponsive pre-killer.

looks good.

But for some reason, Tolstoy always felt that Miyazaki Tomomori would not let a useful labor force go like this.

Commander: That's right, I haven't seen Xiao Feiniao for a long time, how could I not come to meet him?

Tolstoy's actions were insignificant.

I don't know when the power command will be reopened?

Resurrection: What new plans do you have?

Command: plan?Does skipping work count?

Miyazaki Tomomori glanced at the information on the page about the appearance of the Silver King in Yokohama, looked away and looked sideways at Osamu Dazai next to him, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

The matter is roughly done, and the finishing touches will be handed over to Dazai-kun and Sakaguchi-kun. He is going to Tokyo to see with his own eyes what Higashino Keigo is doing.

Work overtime, Dazai-kun, this is your response to giving him Oguri's lve code name.

"Dazai-kun, I think..."

"I reject!"

Seemingly seeing what Miyazaki Tomomori, whose smile was too bright, was going to do, Osamu Dazai crossed his chest and shouted: "I don't want it, I refuse!"

"Don't act like a high school girl. Besides, I haven't spoken yet. Why did Mr. Dazai refuse so quickly?"

Miyazaki Tomomori's drooping eyebrows and eyes lost their aggressiveness at this moment, and it looked a little like he was acting like a baby.

"It's not good to see your smile. I refuse. I'm so busy now that I don't have time."

"Busy looking for the true meaning of life?"

"Yeah yeah."

Osamu Dazai replied perfunctorily, staying up all night and using his brain for the past few days has made him depressed, and the matter of Hugo has exhausted his energy, if in the past he might still play with Miyazaki Tomomori play, but now...

Yokohama's intelligence network needs to be completely reorganized, let alone play, he doesn't even have time to sleep!

"Didn't you pull that Sakaguchi-kun from the Supernatural Secret Service over yesterday? What about the others?"

"This..." Miyazaki Tomomoru scratched his face and pulled out a soft smile, "He fell asleep, I really can't bear to wake him up."

Indeed, even someone like Miyazaki Tomomori couldn't bear it.

After all, Ango Sakaguchi looked so miserable, the dark circles under his eyes looked more naive than a panda, he was lying on the bed with the quilt not even lifted, the suit on his body was wrinkled, half of the buttons were unbuttoned. on the bed.

I don't know whether Ango Sakaguchi fell asleep after taking off half of his clothes while sleeping, or fell asleep again after waking up and struggling to put on his clothes.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, it's miserable.

"Forget it, I'm a kind SS, it's too unfriendly to wake people up from sleep."

Osamu Dazai shouted weakly, "Since he's asleep, come over and help him, don't just watch from the sidelines."

Dazai Osamu was the one who fished in the past, but this is the first time someone fished while he was working, and it was really unpleasant to see.

"Aren't we friends, Dazai-kun?"

"No, do you know that the grass on the grave of the first friend I met in the black party was one meter high?"

"Hey, it's okay, I didn't die that easily, and Dazai-kun didn't regard that guy as a friend, he died as soon as he died."

Osamu Dazai paused, his kite-colored eyes stared at Miyazaki Tomomori for a second, and then looked away after a while: "You can deal with some of the pieces yourself, and if you continue, I'm worried that one day I will be inexplicable." die."

"Very anxious."

Osamu Dazai replied vaguely: "Of course, I can't understand you but I work under you. How can I not be anxious. Speaking of which, why are you going to Tokyo?"

"Because Keigo Higashino is there, he must be waiting for me in Tokyo."

Right now, Tokyo.

The man in the black windbreaker smoked a cigarette and put down the black tea on the table.

The tea leaves in the teacup rippled, and even the black shadow reflected became more blurred.

"Your Excellency, the Silver King has set off. Does this prove that you believe me?"

"Crime mentor, no, detective..." Guochang Lu Dajue looked at the opposite person, his aura was full of oppression, "What is the purpose of finding this old man ten days ago?"

"Didn't you say it? To save Yokohama."

"Oh, the old man doesn't care what you want to do..." Guochang Lu Dajue's cloudy eyes became clear, and his tone was not polite, "Take care of the old man, if it's too much, the old man doesn't mind doing it himself."

"Warning? I never failed to do my job as a detective."

Keigo Higashino's purpose can be doubted, but his judgment cannot be doubted.

Keigo Higashino's tone gradually became tougher: "King of Gold, instead of warning me here, it is better to go to Yokohama, the matter is far from over."

"That mouse hides deeper than me, you don't think he's just going to Yokohama to watch a show this time, do you?"

The author has something to say: 1. Tolstoy, an rpg master who pretends to be normal but actually regards the world as a business game, actually knows that this world is real;

In Tolstoy's eyes, Nietzsche is a poor bastard thinking crazy about philosophy;

Addendum: Nietzsche has a four-star favorability with Tolstoy and five stars, not a hundred!

2. The first one is Tolstoy's famous quote, and the second one comes from Nietzsche's famous quote. They are indeed old enemies. They say each other's famous quotes to show respect. Nietzsche is so miserable. He fought with Hugo before, and then met Penger The consultant outside the door is now fighting with him again. After the fight, Tolstoy, who has the ability to restrain him, still has Tagore on the surface to attract attention, and Oda Sakunosuke secretly draws his gun;

4. Thanks to the little angel reader "Summer" for irrigating the nutrient solution 6;

Thanks to the little angel readers "Upstairs Dawn", irrigation nutrient solution 10