Don't worry, Yokohama is about to end

When the gravity field was closed, Xiao Ranpo was playing against the AI ​​Dazai who came to the door.

Go, shogi, chess... All kinds of irrelevant chess pieces are strangely attributed to the same chessboard by AI.

This random chess game that cannot even be unified in mechanism, but between the two AIs coming and going, faintly forms its own rules.

If Mori Ogai or Taneda Santo were here, they would have discovered that the chess game deduced by Ranpo-chan and Dazai Osamu is nothing but the epitome of the three parties in Yokohama today!

Shogi is an armed detective agency, Go and Chess represent the Supernatural Secret Service and Hong Kong? Black respectively.

Ranpo and Dazai are using the chessboard to restore another Yokohama bit by bit.

When the last chess piece fell, the black-haired boy looked down at the chessboard.

After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand, evacuated all the Go, and said like a decision: "Forget it, it's not suitable."

"Indeed, our Miss Hero is not good at complex thinking."

Yuanyan AI thought for a while, then nodded, and reluctantly pushed out the black chess that symbolizes the "King", "Then let's do this. It's better to be cautious than to repeat the same mistakes."

AI looked at the chessboard randomly and didn't deny it, it was tacitly acquiescing to Osamu Dazai's arrangement.

At this point, the chess game should have been completely over, but the two intelligent life forms did not get up. They stayed on their seats, silently staring at the glass bead in the center, wondering what they were thinking.

On the chessboard full of chess pieces, a gold-plated glass bead is quietly placed in the center.

It does not belong to the game of Go, nor does it belong to the rules of shogi and chess. To be precise, it is not even considered "chess", but it occupies the most important position on the chessboard, and it is protected. In the meantime.

"Will they cooperate?" Xiao Luanbu suddenly asked, with a rare hesitation on his immature face.

The AI, who can see through people's hearts better than the boy, smiled. He didn't answer directly, but said slowly in a tone like narrating history, "You know, the power of life is amazing."

"Looking at the stars in the universe, only the earth gave birth to life, and in the following 8000 million lives, only human beings have completed history and continued to this day. Such brilliance is called history, sung as poetry, It was seen as—a miracle."

"Ranbu-san, this is a one-in-six trillion miracle, and we just need to wait."

"Wait—"

The boy with black hair and green eyes suddenly raised his head and sighed, "Placing the only bet on the illusory human nature, what kind of strange black humor is this?"

"Who says it's not? But, if you're unwilling..." Yuan Yan AI bent the corners of his eyes, and suddenly showed a schadenfreude smile, "Mr. Mafia over there must be more anxious than us."

mafia?

Oh, so Mr. Cat is finally satisfied and done?

The AI ​​raised his eyebrows in disorder, and looked at the gravity field untied from the inside.

The black and red supernatural light dissipated, and a brown-haired man walked out of the field slowly with long legs.

Xiao Luanbu raised his eyes, and found Zhongyuan Zhongye, who had all his jacket and cloak on, only his vest and shirt were left on his upper body.

His hem is still neatly tied around his waist, but the top two buttons of his neckline have been undone, and the golden headband at the end of his hair is slightly messy around his neck. It can be seen at a glance that it is a girl's masterpiece.

Ranpo-chan noticed that Nakahara was not even wearing gloves.

As for the whereabouts of the missing clothes on the young man, the two AI's eyes moved down and stopped on Mei Zhishang who Nakahara Chuya was holding in his arms.

Well, if they guessed correctly, the silkworm chrysalis, which was so tightly covered by the coat and cloak that even the strands of hair could not be seen, should be their poor Miss Hero.

Just listening to the sound of breathing, Miss Hero should have fallen asleep from exhaustion.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a well-informed mafia, so rough and excessive, be careful when your lover wakes up and runs away."

AI Dazai kindly reminded.

Mr. Dazai, the initial AI who has grown up for a long time and is knowledgeable in all aspects, can roughly guess the things in the field of gravity with just one glance.

How do you say that sentence, the beast that has been known for a long time is the most terrifying.

Even if that line is not crossed, the mafia probably won't be soft on what to do and what not to do, otherwise he wouldn't even expose a bit of skin and wrap people from the inside out.

Poor little lady, the corners of her eyes must be red from crying.

Yuanyan AI shook his head in disapproval and pointed.

As for Lord Ranbu, who will be number one in the world in the future, he could not bear to look away long ago, and refused to take another look.

Only the occasional gaze is filled with contempt for watching animals.

"Mind your own business." The rare and half-satiated gravity made the gentleman whisper.

The hoarseness in the ochre-haired young man's voice has long since faded away, leaving only a little tension in it, and the two inhuman AI scalps followed closely, revealing indescribable expressions.

How satisfied is this man inside!

horrible!It was terrible!

Ranpo-chan and AI Dazai both shuddered.

Nakahara also ignored the eyes of the two. He held the sleeping Mei firmly, and stopped three steps away from Osamu Dazai. He looked at AI with a pair of cobalt blue pupils, and said calmly, "This Time has passed, you should have something to give me, Qingmao."

AI Dazai opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Oh! I didn't expect that the bald monster would have a higher IQ one day!"

While talking, a non-human AI deliberately covered his mouth and made an exaggerated expression of emotion.

It can be said that I really deserve a beating. According to the previous script, at this time, bald, cough, and a sudden big battle has already happened.

But this time, Zhong Yuanzhong was not provoked, and he didn't even have a trace of anger on his face. He was not as calm as a violent Gravitator.

The red-haired youth didn't speak, but just looked at the funny Osamu Dazai blankly.

The exaggerated expression on AI Dazai's face slowly disappeared.

He raised his eyes, and his kite-colored eyes looked at Nakahara Chuya indifferently: "Is this what you said?"

AI stretched out its hand, and a familiar pitch-black sphere appeared in the palm of its hand.

It is the wasteland of this world, the remaining energy.

From the outside, its size is more than double that of the one that AI Dazai threw into Nakaya's mouth last time.

About the size of a ping-pong ball, the pitch-black ball floated in Dazai's palm like weightless.

Deep black, ominous black and red lines are entrenched on it, looming on the surface, even if you watch it from such a long distance, you can feel the destructive? destructive? destructive power emanating from it.

"Unknown high-energy body", the World National Research Institute where Chuya Zhongya is located once called it so.

But the one in the hands of AI Dazai Osamu is obviously out of the scope of the energy body.

Those are pure hurricanes, black flames, and magma, which are completely natural disaster-level existences, and they are another dimension of power that humans will never be able to control.

"What you swallowed before was only a small part, but this—"

Dazai Osamu said in a warning tone, without any mercy, "Even if you are a human device that Huangba vomited, if you eat it, you might still die. Is that okay, bald cat?"

will die?

Central Plains also stared at the dangerous pitch-black sphere.

His important lover was still sleeping in his arms, his heart full of vitality was beating in his fragile body, but no one knew whether he could still hear this heartbeat after tomorrow.

Standing in front of Tomoshang Mei is a god.

This group of AI might be able to bet on the so-called miracle, but he couldn't afford it.

The ocher-haired youth glanced at the chess game between the two AIs, and his eyes stopped for a while on the golden marble in the center. Then, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows and looked at the kite-eyed AI, with a mad smile on the corner of his mouth, "Will you die? Isn't this just right, pressing together with life is in line with the theme of killing gods."

……

In the end, Osamu Dazai still threw the remaining power body of "Araba Spit" to Chuya Chuya.

The two AIs quietly looked at the disappearing figure of the young man, until the breath of gravity completely disappeared in the blue data space without leaving any traces, then Xiao Luanbu retracted his gaze and looked at the Yuanyan AI.

Looking at each other, the two intelligent life forms smiled slightly, revealing the planned control look.

??

Meanwhile, Yokohama outside the sky.

Just as the sun rose from the horizon, symbolizing the beginning of a new day, a 36-second air defense siren sounded over the city without warning, waking up countless citizens who were still asleep.

— "What happened? What happened?"

——"Here again! This day-to-day, it can't be a rehearsal again!"

……

The quiet streets everywhere became extremely lively in an instant, and various noisy discussions came from the residential buildings everywhere.

The sleepy citizens rubbed their eyes, murmured and opened the French windows of the balcony, looked out, and then instantly trembled with fright from the uniformed defense uniform underneath, completely lost sleepiness.

Experienced residents turned on the TV and tuned to the local government channel.

Their actions inspired others, and the puzzled citizens immediately reacted, mobile phones, TVs, radios, Internet... All the residents of the whole city turned on the devices around them for a while.

The Yokohama City Government's program, which had an audience rating of less than 1% in the past, unexpectedly hit a record high at this moment.

The well-trained voice of the official news host resounded in every household——

["A tsunami evacuation notice is urgently inserted. It is estimated that four hours later, the Class I red tsunami Flora will land in Yokohama Port. After receiving the warning, all citizens are requested to cooperate with the surrounding police officers and go to the designated evacuation shelter in an orderly manner. The following is a repeat Broadcast, emergency interrupt..."]

Class I tsunami Flora?

What's going on, I haven't heard of this news.

The residents in front of the TV looked dazed, and even felt absurd as if they were still in a dream.

But soon, the sound of sirens from downstairs, and the sound of loudspeakers urging residents to go downstairs, clearly told them that this was not a dream, and that a natural disaster enough to destroy their homes was coming.

"Mom, are we going to die?"

The little girl grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes and asked uneasily.

Time was running out, and she didn't even have time to change into her pajamas. She was only wrapped in a thick coat, and she was carried down by her mother, and she and the residents in the same residential building got on the big truck to the shelter.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a small disaster, nothing will happen."

That's right, it's just the same situation as before. I've come here so many times without incident, and this time it will definitely be fine.

The mother comforted her daughter with a forced smile, telling herself over and over again in her heart.

It's also very strange to say, I don't know when, the city of Yokohama began to have various major and minor disasters.

In addition to earthquakes and tsunamis, accidents such as torrential rain and thunderstorms also occur frequently.

Thanks to these blessings, almost everyone in Yokohama has become an asylum expert, and almost everyone has an independent survival bag at home, just in case.

It is obviously such a city full of disasters and disasters. In theory, many citizens should have been unable to bear it and moved away.

But the truth is exactly the opposite, no one goes.

Except for some foreigners who were transferred, the citizens of Yokohama did not move out of the city.

Although it is not so peaceful, black suits with guns can always be seen in the streets and alleys, there are rumors of all kinds of people with supernatural powers, and explosions happened inexplicably, but the citizens complained and complained, and never thought of leaving.

why?

On social platforms, many people in other cities do not understand.

What is the magical power of this rotten place that is "nuclearized" all day long, so that you are so desperate.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and no one could give a reason.

Until an answer that I don't know where it came from appeared, it was quietly topped by people, and it read like this——

[This is not a bad place, it is not peaceful, but it is our home, no one will give up their home. 】

Yeah, no one gives up on their home.

On the truck going to the shelter, countless young and old citizens hugged each other's relatives. They looked through the car windows and were surprised to find that they were getting farther and farther away from Yokohama.

The speeding vehicle drove up the highway, and when the guide signs with the words Kawasaki, Yokosuka, and Kamakura came into view, there was finally a person whose eyes were red.

So they knew that this was no longer any of the past, a simple natural disaster.

Their home, their city, is about to face a huge crisis.

Some people began to cry constantly. They wiped their eyes, looked at the city that was getting smaller and smaller, and silently recited in their hearts——

[Come on, Yokohama. 】

??

Four hours later, this international port city with a population of one million was suddenly empty.

The noise of the citizens disappeared, leaving only the tall buildings standing tall and looking down at the unpopular streets and alleys. The sea breeze passed through the buildings, bringing the rustling of leaves.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, you..."

Before the subordinate could finish his persuasion, Ango Sakaguchi interrupted him.

The young assistant officer stood by the window. He didn't look back, but just waved his hand to his subordinates, "Go and take refuge, Sawaguchi-kun. I've worked hard for you all this time."

"Uh..." For a long time, the monitor in charge of monitoring Mei Zhishang's lips twitched. He looked at his boss's resolute back and did not persuade him any more. He clenched his fists and turned to board the evacuation helicopter.

The Ability Secret Service Section also fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door interrupted Ango Sakaguchi's contemplation.

He turned his head, looked at the person coming, and smiled unsurprisingly: "As expected, you are there, Chief Farmer."

The chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division laughed and shook the fan in his hand, and found a place to sit down at random, "It's finally here, let us witness to the end."

Yes, that was—the city that fought for them.

Let them witness to the end.

Sakaguchi Ango turned his head and looked up at the sky.

A similar scene is happening in the Armed Detective Agency and PortMafia.

The top floor of PortMafia, the chief's office.

"Ogai-sama, aren't you leaving?" Ozaki Koyo asked as he entered the door.

The black-haired leader who was being questioned was sitting in the large armchair as usual, processing the remaining documents on the desktop with a relaxed expression.

The blond humanoid was still eating a small cake on the sofa next to him.

The only thing that is a little different is probably that Alice, who has always been wayward, rarely changed into Mori Ogai's favorite dress.

The big lotus leaf skirt was embroidered with golden patterns similar to the color of a certain girl's pupils. At this moment, the blond Alice looked like a cute and beautiful little princess in a fairy tale.

Mori Ou turned his face away and smiled at Ozaki Momiji: "Didn't you leave, Momiji-kun."

Having said that, Koyo Ozaki saw the real answer from Mori Ogai's purple pupils.

The Port Mafia are ferocious stray dogs in Yokohama.

Until the city is completely destroyed, no one can force the wild dogs to leave their territory-not even death.

What a crazy man.

Koyo Ozaki looked at the leader with cold pupils and no smile, she held her forehead helplessly, and said, "Master Ogai, if you don't want to leave, please at least change to a safe place. We don't want that child to be safe by then." , you went to meet the ancestors first."

Hong Kong? It is very troublesome to change the position of the black leader!

Everyone knows that natural disasters cannot be avoided, so they are still sitting in a concave position on the top floor like an idiot.

Have you finally given Alice your brain too?

At this moment, one of the five cadres, Ms. Ozaki Koba, showed contempt for the leader.

Mori Ogai: "..."

Armed Detective Agency

Fukuzawa Yukichi rarely left the office and sat on the sofa drinking tea.

A cute three-colored cat nestled on the coffee table, licking its paws and washing its face.

The lively quarrels of the subordinates came from the tea lounge, and Kunikida Doppo's energetic roar could be faintly heard.

"Dazai! It's said that this is a snack sent by the detective agency as an apology. What are you doing!"

"Hey...don't be so stingy, Kunikida-kun, maybe we won't have anyone to apologize to soon, let's enjoy yourself in time, take it easy~"

"Whose fault do you think this is! You are a bandage device that tricks peach blossom bombs all day long!"

"Well, that, Kunikida-san, if you don't stop me, Ranpo-san will eat up the dessert..."

"What? Why do you, Mr. Ranpo..."

"Whispering, Kunikida, Ranpo-sama is just trying to taste it!"

……

What a lively junior.

Natsume Soseki, who was wearing the skin of a three-colored cat, sighed, lowered his head and meowed, and bit off the small dried fish handed by his disciple.

"That, Natsume-sensei..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi stared at his respected teacher Mao Mao with a paralyzed face, hesitating to speak.

Sanhuamao tilted its head: "Meow?"

The white-haired president was silent for a while, and then slowly said in an admonishing tone, "Mr. Natsume, you are old, please restrain your appetite more, so that you can live a long life."

Natsume Soseki, who was called fat in disguise: "Bah!"

Why don't I just eat your two bags of small fish, what a shameless person!I am not fat!

The kitten is cute and cute on the surface, but he is cursing in his heart. Just when he was thinking about whether to carry a crutch, a certain inconspicuous premonition came——

It was invisible, intangible, and as light as a feather, but when it fell, it shocked everyone.

For a while, the Armed Detective Agency, PortMafia, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

The supernatural power users who stayed behind in Yokohama stopped their movements, raised their heads in unison, and looked towards the sky.

In the sky, Mei Zhishang and Zhongya Nakahara stood side by side in front of a tall building.

Yokohama Landmark Building, the place where the battle ended.

The battle for Yokohama has begun.