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"...That's a human being."

Misaka Mikoto replied with an uncertain tone.

Shokuhou Misaki said: "Compared to this, why not think about whether it is a living person or a corpse?"

"It's all floating on the water, will it still be alive?" Misaka Mikoto looked hesitant, "Could it be a corpse throwing? Gang struggle or something..."

"In that case, the public security in Japan would be too bad." Shokuhou said with disgust.She directly fired a map gun, shooting at all cities in Japan indiscriminately, "Yesterday was a murder case, and today is a corpse dump... It's too worrying."

The humanoid trash twitched suddenly, proving with his own body that he wasn't a corpse—but he probably wasn't far from being a corpse.

Misaka Mikoto turned her head to look at Shokuhou Misaki, the blond girl seemed to realize what she wanted to say, and immediately took a step back with a very vigilant expression: "I declare in advance that I won't go into the water. If you want to save someone, you can do it." alright."

Misaka Mikoto seemed to be enduring something, "How could I let you sports idiot go into the water to save people!"

There is only one result of letting Shokuhou Misaki go into the water to save people - Misaka Mikoto saved two people.

As long as the person in the river has something made of steel, Misaka Mikoto can use electromagnetic force to drag him to the river.

That's what she planned, but the reality is not satisfactory, the humanoid garbage in the river is still floating on the water with the current.

"Misaka-san?" Shokuhou Misaka poked Misaka Mikoto's shoulder with his index finger in confusion, "What are you in a daze for? If you don't make a move, that person will die."

The girl with dazzling golden hair pouted slightly in dissatisfaction, and the sweet aroma of honey lingered when she breathed in her ears.

"...Your perfume choked me." Misaka Mikoto looked away a little unnaturally, and quietly moved a little to the side.Then she answered Shokuhou Misaki's question, "It's not that I didn't take action, it's just that there doesn't seem to be anything on that person that I can control."

Shokuhou Misaki spread his palms and sighed, "Oh, it seems that I can only do it."

She took out the remote control in her exquisite handbag, and just pressed a button at random, and a tall and strong man who happened to pass by here became the lucky one to be selected.

He charged and jumped into the river, struggling to swim towards the humanoid garbage in the river.

But things didn't go as smoothly as Shokuhou Misaki had hoped.

The moment the man controlled by Shokuhou Misaki touched the man in the river, the starlight in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

At that moment, the man suddenly woke up.

"I, how could I be in the river?!" He looked around in disbelief, his expression collapsed, "What the hell is going on!"

"Hey," Misaka Mikoto touched Shokuhou Misaki with her elbow, "Why did you miss it?"

Shokuhou Misaki's expression was elusive, she remained silent, only staring at the man who was up and down with the river.

The man who was controlled by Shokuhou Misaki to jump into the water yelled for a while and resigned to his fate. Out of human nature, he did not forget to pick up the man in the river together.He lifted the limp man up to the shore, sat cross-legged on the shore, and breathed out his bad luck.

Shokuhou Misaki walked over without saying a word, Misaka Mikoto looked at her face and realized that something was wrong.

The man passing by let go of the man's hand in the river. He was still puzzled, but in the next second, the twinkling stars were imprinted in his pupils.He suddenly regained his composure and left like nothing happened.

It wasn't until he was far away that he looked at himself in doubt.

"Hey...why are my clothes wet?"

Human garbage in the river - Mr. Osamu Dazai, who loves suicide, wakes up soon.

He opened his eyes almost the second the passer-by left.

"Ah." He let out a voice of extreme disappointment, "Today is another day that I didn't succeed in suicide."

... Thought it was throwing away the corpse, and co-authored it to commit suicide.

Misaka Mikoto looked down at the person who was trying to commit suicide, "You look so young, what can't be thought of and you have to commit suicide?"

"It's my interest to commit suicide vigorously." Osamu Dazai got excited, "Don't you think death is a very beautiful thing?" He clicked his tongue, "Unfortunately, I didn't succeed this time. Every time There are irrelevant people who want to stop me from running into the arms of death."

"Again? Every time?" Misaka Mikoto caught the point of his words.

Her originally concerned expression froze on her pretty face, but soon turned into a speechless expression, probably because she never thought that there were such recidivists in this world.

"However, since it was two beautiful ladies who saved me, it doesn't matter."

The black-haired young man has beautiful iris-colored eyes, and the corners of the eyes are particularly beautiful when the brows are curved.The wet forehead was pasted on that extremely delicate face, revealing a smile that was enough to seduce people's hearts.

"My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu." He said with a smile, "Two beautiful ladies, are you willing to die in love with me?"

While smiling and asking strange questions, he held the hands of Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto with both hands.

...Sick, definitely sick.

Before Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto could answer this strange question, a clenched fist hit Osamu Dazai's head hard, making the two of them take away the hand held by Osamu Dazai kindly.

"Sorry, my colleague's brain is not very good, and he asked some impolite questions." The blond man who rushed over suddenly, wearing glasses and a neat suit, apologized to them with patience.

"I will teach this impolite guy a lesson when I get back." He held Dazai Osamu's head and lowered his heads together, "Farewell."

The blond-haired young man in a suit grabbed the collar of "Crazy Colleague Osamu Dazai" and dragged him away very roughly.

Shokuhou Misaki lowered her eyes, her amber-like pupils reflected the hand that Osamu Dazai shook just now, and the white gloves she was wearing on her hands were slightly damp.

"Do you think that the person named Osamu Dazai just now has metal objects on him," she asked softly, "so you can't drag him up with electromagnetic force?"

"I originally thought so." Misaka Mikoto turned her face sideways, staring at Shokuhou Misaki's face with an unclear expression.

She added the word "originally".

"But looking at it now, something is wrong with that person."

When Osamu Dazai came ashore, Misaka Mikoto found out—not to mention what was in the pockets of his windbreaker, the jewelry inlaid with gems and the belt buckle were all made of metal, so it made no sense that Misaka Mikoto's ability would not work.

"It's as if it's been offset..." Shokuhou Misaki frowned, "My psychological grasp is useless to that person."

When the passer-by male suddenly lost control, Shokuhou Misaki became suspicious.She has never missed a shot, and it is even more impossible for her prey to get out of control.

Facts have proved that her doubts are not wrong, psychological mastery is indeed useless to that person.

"Your psychological control is useless against my electromagnetic barrier, but my ability is also useless against that Dazai Osamu..." Misaka Mikoto pondered.

If Osamu Dazai is also a person with abilities such as electromagnetic force, then it is natural that the psychological mastery does not work, but it makes no sense that even Misaka Mikoto's ability does not work.Even if it is the ability of the electromagnetic system, she will definitely be able to sense it, instead of being lifeless as if it has disappeared.

"It can't be the ability of the electromagnetic system." Shokuhou Misaki said bluntly, "Misaka-san, even you, you can't restore the consciousness of the people who have been controlled by me? You can protect yourself, but you can't take care of others .”

Misaka Mikoto let out a sigh of relief slowly, "...that's true."

"The abilities of the two of us are completely different categories. I don't know what kind of ability can be immune to psychological mastery and electromagnetic force at the same time..." Shokuhou Misaki narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, her voice floated softly In the air, "What do you think? Misaka-san."

Misaka Mikoto stared at the direction where Osamu Dazai was leaving, "...nullified."

Another "Fantasy Killer", is this kind of thing... possible?

Such a thing is of course possible.

The owner of "Disqualification in the World" himself - Osamu Dazai was lazily carried back to the Armed Detective Agency by Kunikida Doppo, and his partner threw him on the sofa in the Detective Agency like trash.

"This worry-free bastard jumped into the river again," Kunikida Doppo said in a disgusted tone, "and flirted with two junior high school girls—they're underage!"

He almost pointed at Dazai Osamu's nose and scolded, "You beast that preys on minors".

"As expected of Mr. Dazai." Nakajima Atsushi was not surprised at all.

Yosano Akiko seemed to have seen something disgusting, and showed a disgusted expression: "It's disgusting, you actually shot two little girls at once."

"And then?" Edogawa Ranpo asked a rare question.The somewhat childish young man slurped his snacks while tilting his head towards Osamu Dazai.

"It's true that they are two cute junior high school girls," Dazai Osamu laughed, "but they don't seem to be ordinary people."

Kunikida Doppo immediately responded: "A person with different abilities?"

"Could it be someone from the port mafia?" Atsushi Nakajima immediately became nervous when he heard this.

Child labor was a known favorite of the port mafia.

"One of them is a girl who doesn't look like a junior high school student. She probably has a spiritual ability." Osamu Dazai gently closed his kite-colored eyes, and there was an unidentified glint in his pupils.

Everyone present looked terrified—people with psychic abilities are the most difficult type of people to deal with, and it is not an exaggeration to call them natural disasters.

"They are not members of the port mafia." Osamu Dazai denied the hypothesis put forward by Atsushi Nakajima.

When he is not smiling, he looks sharp, his expression is cold and mean, like an ice thorn in the cold winter.Then when he laughed, the expression on his face that only made people feel inaccessible melted like ice, and that face that looked like spring flowers was filled with a seemingly friendly smile.

"A person with supernatural powers... not necessarily."

Osamu Dazai has a lot to say.