Don't worry, Yokohama is about to end

Citizens living in Yokohama always have some tacit rules of survival.

For example, at any time, never deviate from the main road under the sun, step into the small alleys that are not traveled by, stay away from some abandoned factory buildings at night, and the cargo port where all kinds of containers converge.

No matter what movement you hear when passing by, even a faint moan for help, don't act rashly.

Control your curiosity, and call 110 for official assistance if possible.

This is the life wisdom of 200% of the more than 92 million citizens of Yokohama.

However, in the next 24 hours of the night, this group of ordinary people who lacked curiosity still felt a certain change in the atmosphere.

This feeling is indescribable, like a herbivore in nature with a natural sense of danger, the rumored power of this city is mobilized at the same time.

Like a ferocious beast with a defined territory, it exposed its claws and fangs to outsiders who dared to invade the territory.

Somewhere in Yokohama, unknown underground

"How's the situation here?"

Central Plains also appeared with gunpowder smoke and bloody smell.

The man's black leather shoes ran over shattered glass and debris on the ground, black smoke was still coming out of the laboratory behind him, and electric sparks sizzled.

"All the members of the research institute have been captured, and the armed forces have been wiped out." The veteran of the Black Lizard, Guangjin Liulang, said slowly with his hands behind his back.

If one ignores the background of the members of the research institute whose hands and feet are bound and their mouths sealed with tape, this old man wearing white gloves and a monocle can easily be mistaken for an old-school British butler who strayed into the scene.

Although the real old British housekeeper is not a violent person who doesn't even spare the cleaning staff.

"yes……"

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced sternly at the members of the research institute. The sharp and terrifying murderous intent made the group of white coats tremble and tremble, showing no sign of indifference towards the "little white mice" in the past.

The red-haired youth passed them and stepped into the most core laboratory of the institute.

Dozens of transparent culture tanks are displayed here, and there are corresponding experimental records beside them, from the most basic height and blood type, to the cycle of injecting drugs, and adverse feedback, there are hundreds of records in total.

Only there is no name, only the cold serial number arranged according to the sequence.

This is the last research base that Zhongye led the team to clear - the underground of Leibo Street.

Thanks to the guidance of Mei Zhishang two days ago, Hong Kong and Hei found this human experiment institute that had been hidden for many years with almost no effort.

Out of careful consideration, Mori Ogai handed over the work of destroying this place to Mr. Gravity - it can be seen that Mori Ogai is afraid of this place.

The only difference from Tianmu is that the experimental progress of this institute is obviously still at the very beginning stage, and no substantial results have been achieved.

But the Hong Kong and black members present knew very well that if the development of this place is allowed to continue, it is hard to say that the results in the sky will not be reproduced.

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong also finally felt a chill in his heart.

If before today, he still hesitated about Tianmu being the future of Yokohama, then at this moment, the vivid and bloody reality is before his eyes, and he cannot deny it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also casually threw away the experimental record manual he was looking at, and he took a step forward, and the dark red ability centered on his feet and spread out in all directions.

But in just ten seconds, everything in this laboratory, precious samples, recorded data, and collection numbers that were regarded as brilliant were all destroyed by gravity and completely turned into dust in the air.

"Central Plains cadres, may I ask how to deal with these researchers?" An operator asked respectfully.

researcher?What else to say?

Nakahara Chuya's cobalt blue pupils were icy cold, showing no mercy, he did not look back, and made a simple gesture of execution.

The operatives were ordered to leave.

Soon, there was a burst of gunshots at the end of the corridor of the institute.

Zhong Yuan also turned around, and when he was about to leave, a certain image in the sky suddenly flashed in his mind.

Occasionally, Nakahara Chuya paused and returned to the human body research laboratory.

The ocher-haired man counted his steps, bypassing the destroyed culture tank and the destroyed recorder in turn, and finally stopped beside the main console of the laboratory.

[If I remember correctly, there should be——]

Nakahara also recalled the scene in the sky, he squatted down imitating Mei Tomogami's posture, and reached under the main console with his right hand wearing a black glove.

After a while, Zhongyuan Zhong also changed his face.

He retracted his hand and grabbed a laptop from inside.

With a red shell and a similar appearance, it is clearly the one Mei Zhishang found.

??

at the same time

The same suppression is being carried out quietly in various parts of Yokohama. Compared with the undisguised and open-ended port mafia, the actions of the armed detective agency are much more low-key.

Back in time to the evening——

"Mr. Kunikida, is this really what Hanabou-san is talking about?"

Atsushi Nakajima looked suspiciously at the black coal mine in front of him, and couldn't imagine who would use such a place as a hiding place.

"Don't worry, although the guy with the flower bag looks unreliable, but only in terms of intelligence, he has never made a mistake."

Kunikida Doppo looked at the phone and said without raising his head.

In fact, Kunikida Doppo cares more about the meaning behind this behavior than looking for the target person this time.

A day ago, after the Ranpo phone call, Fukuzawa Yukichi returned to the office and issued an emergency order to all the staff——

Tanizaki and Yosano continued to perform the task of monitoring the sky, and the others all suspended the commission at hand, and instead cooperated with Dazai and Ranpo's plan.

Dazai and Ranpo-san?

When do they have plans again?

Why don't they know anything about it?

Except for a certain two script masters, everyone in the detective agency looked at the task at hand in bewilderment, and the question marks on their heads almost overwhelmed them.

"Well, you'll know later."

Edogawa Ranpo, who was talking, spread out a large map on the desk, and under the curious eyes of everyone, he kept drawing crosses and circles on it with a marker pen.

Soon, the black-haired young man with squinting eyes stopped what he was doing, and he raised his head, "Kenji, Kyungha, come to this place an hour after you go, and meet Fitzgerald."

"learn!"

The blond-haired boy saluted vigorously, without asking any questions, and directly took the note that Luanbu handed over, but Quan Jinghua remembered the identity of the other party, and asked one more question: "Fitzgerald, who is the member of the group?" Leader? Is it to eliminate future troubles?"

The black-haired girl with dull hair took out a handful of ribs from the kimono.

"No..." Edogawa Ranpo shook his head, and said, "It's just borrowing a pair of "eyes" from the other party. "

"That, something called the "Sky Eye System". "

As for Kunikida Doppo and Nakajima Atsushi, they will implement Dazai Osamu's arrangement, but before that, they first need to solve a problem——

"Mr. Dazai...where are you from?"

The boy who couldn't find the commanding officer looked at Doppo Kunikida in blank dismay. After the latter failed to make a call for the third time, he once again broke the pen in his hand with one hand, "Dazai!"

……

Fortunately, Atsushi Nakajima and Doppo Kunikida got the mission in a roundabout way. They went directly to Hanadou, a former member of the detective agency, and they got the clue they wanted.

"Looking for a... clown?"

Kunikida Doppo looked at the photo in his hand, in the photo was a young man with stars painted on his face, wearing a cloak and a magician's top hat.

He stood in the park, surrounded by a group of children, watching the young man's magic in amazement.

??

As for Dazai?

In a prison that is strictly guarded and transparent like a birdcage.

Dostoevsky raised his head and looked at the monitor on the glass wall. Through this small machine, there was an unexpected voice floating happily from inside——

"Hey, kind Russian~"

"You should still be called—"Five Decays of Heaven and Man". "