[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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The number of replicas was more than I estimated. I stayed up late and cleaned up for more than eight hours. After finishing our area, I took a nap for another two hours before I learned from the Ability Association that the task was completed and I could leave. Rule, I told Fukuji Sakurachi that after I left without the hound, I found a corner and activated the ability.

I silently looked around, the white fog reaching my waist, and my visibility was only one or two meters around my body.

The clothes on my body were replaced with a holy white robe. When I stretched out my hand, I touched the metallic halo on my head. When I tilted my head, I could still see the wings on the thick wings behind me.

What is this?Angel?What about my abilities?

Is this scene a bit familiar?

Edgar Allan Poe's supernatural space?

Isn't my positioning on Zhongya Zhongya?

Why is Zhongya in the Central Plains included in Edgar Allan Poe's ability?

"How did you get in?" Poe's voice came directly from his mind: "Impossible, this is my ability..."

I was speechless: "Probably because I added the ability to track and teleport on Zhongya...so, can you send me out?"

"My generation can't do it." Edgar Allan Poe said regretfully: "After entering the world of novels, you can only follow the rules of novels."

"...So, what happened? Why is it in your ability?" I tried to find the truth.

Edgar Allan Poe briefly recounted: "Ranpo said he wanted to compete with me, so he asked me to write a novel, and I wrote it, but he used it to deal with the port mafia."

I couldn't help but: "Why deal with the port mafia?"

What happened during the time I was trying to clean up the clone and hurry back to Yokohama?

Wait a minute, did Ranpo Edogawa say that there must be a battle between the two organizations?

No, didn't he ask for the contact information of Chuya Zhongyuan?Are you so serious in playing counterfeit matches?

"I don't know." Edgar Allan Poe said, his voice full of helplessness: "We are also the one being used by Luanbu."

"What's the case this time?" I accepted my fate and looked at the white mist that made me feel uncomfortable: "Is it heaven?"

Edgar Allan Poe became interested: "Nearly a thousand characters appear on the stage, and half of them are murderers. This masterpiece of murder is my favorite work!"

I was expressionless: "Excuse me, are you saying it again?"

Nearly a thousand suspects, half of the murderers?

Yokohama is not so nuclear.

Poe repeated it again.

I silently looked at the white mist, and I stepped on clouds: "You think I'm here to eat and die, and when the port mafia realizes my disappearance, kill you and release the ability to save me How likely is it to get out?"

That being said, I have been out of touch for so long, and I have not told anyone that I have left a mark, who I left on, and in order to ensure gravity, I will be locked up for a while, and I will not do some illegal activities for the mafia , Edogawa Ranpo will help conceal it, and Poe is not so easy to catch...

Edgar Allan Poe was silent, and then added: "Because there are too many characters on the stage...just point out the criminal and you can pass the level."

"Besides, you should be better at solving cases than that Gravity Envoy." Poe said, "In the House of Tragedy last time, you must have seen the truth earlier than Ranpo."

"Are you serious about letting the mafia decide the case?" I rubbed my eyebrows.

"What detectives pursue is not justice, but the truth. Justice is the job of prosecutors." Poe said, "It is much more convenient to cooperate with underground forces than with the military and police."

"......let's start."

"Then, you are welcome, Tribunal." As soon as Edgar Allan Poe finished speaking, the thick fog around him suddenly dispersed, and the noisy voices sounded, and I saw the true face of this place: "The world is disqualified, hell is full, The murderer falls into hell until his soul dies, the trial book recording his life is torn up, and the pious confessor is full of lies, pretending to be innocent.... Misjudgment will pay a price.”

"Because you are an intruder, you and the gravity user can leave after finding out all the prisoners."

I was at the end of the crowd, and there was a dense crowd in front of them. They lined up and waited for the judgment of the archangel at the front.

To hell, or to heaven.

"Will they lie?"

"will not."

"Then can't I just ask him if he has killed anyone before?"

"......no."

"Tsk, you can lose your life book, but not the God of your novel."

"..."

No matter how much I shouted, Edgar Allan Poe ignored me.

Zhufa's Nakahara was also sitting on the white jade platform with a grumpy face. He was also wearing a white robe with wings growing on his back, but the halo above his head disappeared. If you look carefully, you can see the broken ring falling on the ground. on the table.

Can the angel halo be broken off?

I stretched out my hand to try it, and as soon as I exerted force, a sense of sight of my hair being pulled out came from my scalp.

Forget it, hang on.

I tried to flap my wings and fly over the crowd, but because of my lack of proficiency, I stepped on a few people's heads before barely getting in front of Nakahara Nakaya.

"Thin leaves? No wonder I was suddenly kicked out." Nakahara Zhong also saw my shocked face, then rolled up his sleeves, looked at the disappearing marks on his hands, and fell silent: "Sorry."

"It's because I didn't explain it to Edogawa Ranpo in advance." I sighed: "Hurry up and solve the case, hurry up and get out, how many murderers have you found?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly: "Three."

"...how long have you been in here?"

Out of [-] prisoners, three were found. When will they be able to get out?

"Three hours."

Based on my last experience in the Hall of Tragedy, I calculated that the ratio of the time flow of the supernatural space to the real world is 1:60, that is, 1 minute outside and one hour in the supernatural space.

Okay, after all, not everyone is Edogawa Ranpo, and you can tell the truth at a glance.

One prisoner per hour, isn't that slow?

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what I was thinking, so he reminded: "Fingering is forbidden."

He gritted his teeth: "I don't even want to interrogate the prisoner."

Have you tried them all?

"Relax." I moved my wrist: "Try to solve the case first."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, I don't know what he did, the environment we were in changed, and it became a classroom that smelled of blood.

The victim, Sanada, was a teacher in a junior high school. His body was found in the classroom. His arms were cut off with a knife and stuffed into the bends of his legs in a cross-legged position, making it into the shape of a chair.

"Human body chair? It's so perverted." Looking at the photo of the dead body, I couldn't help but comment: "There's no such thing as a case with decades of mental illness history."

Where did Edgar Allan Poe come up with such a case.