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

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Xiao Lin looked surprised: "It appeared again, you really know magic."

Akechi ignored us, but looked at Namikoshi: "Give up, that formula, there is a fatal mistake."

Namikoshi laughed and said, "It's just that the calculation is not perfect. As long as I die to see it, the twenty faces will never disappear. The formula is correct."

Zhong Yuanzhong and I also pondered for a long time, but we couldn't figure out how to solve this case.

So I asked Xiao Lin: "If you want to find a murderer for the teenagers who committed suicide by jumping off the building, who do you think it would be?"

"Waves."

I shook my head: "It's not him."

Xiao Lin looked at me with great interest, his mouth was slightly open, and the light in his eyes was almost overflowing: "It's amazing, you really are magic detectives who only care about the real murderer."

What the hell is a magic detective...

Before I could complain, Namikoshi said: "It was their classmates who bullied them, their teachers who ignored them, and their parents who were indifferent."

I suddenly realized.

This novel is quite philosophical.

It is always cold violence that kills a person who commits suicide.

I had a premonition that we might be going back soon. I turned my head to look at Chuya Zhongyuan. He was watching the lively media under the rooftop.

"Zhong Ye." I called him softly.

Zhong Yuan was also taken aback, nodded, but did not return to the trial court immediately, but stopped in front of Namikoshi and said: "As long as the crime is still there, will the twenty faces not disappear?"

"Then what qualifications do you have to judge?" He chuckled, as if mocking: "Your justice is too correct."

He didn't use extremes to describe Namikoshi's use of violence to control violence, but used the word "correct".

"This world is inherently corrupt." Namikoshi stared at Chuya Nakahara: "You are not from this world, are you?"

He didn't wait for us to speak, and continued on his own: "Outsiders like you, what qualifications do you have to judge my justice?"

"Chuya, let's go." I interrupted what Nakahara Chuya wanted to say, and said to Namikoshi: "We have no right to judge your justice, but I want to say that twenty faces are a baptism, and a A revolution, not a rule."

He is the clarion call to wake up the decaying world, but the only things that can maintain the world are rules and laws.

The world sucks, but it's not our world, it's just an Edgar Allan Poe novel.

The parents, classmates and teachers of the seven children who jumped off the building were found, together with Namikoshi, 140 murderers were found.

Not only those who directly participated in the bullying, but also bystanders and those who turned a blind eye were counted as murderers.

In this regard, I complained: "Edgar Allan Poe finally can't make it up."

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a long sigh of relief, and expressed his deep agreement. He has been tortured and collapsed by the long detective journey, and he just wants to go back quickly.

After saying the name of the last murderer, Namikoshi, a golden light flashed, and we left the supernatural world.

I finally left. As for why Zhong Yuanzhong was still locked up in the anti-counterfeiting competition, I asked.

Nakahara Chuya said that he was included in the book by Edogawa Ranbu as part of the plan, and the disappearance of the most powerful Nakahara Chuya could prove that the two organizations were indeed at war, not acting.

"Do you trust my judgment so much?" I was surprised.

"Do you think I'm an idiot who doesn't talk about flexibility? The reason why I told Edogawa Ranpo my contact information is because I believe in the detective agency, in order to avoid casualties." Nakahara Nakiya snorted coldly: "Besides, you guy, Didn’t I say that there is a subspace?”

"I believe in your loyalty to the port mafia. It is impossible for you to favor the detective agency when the life and death of the leader is uncertain."

"I'm embarrassed by your boasting." I sighed: "The president of the detective agency is the teacher who taught me swordsmanship."

"You are a person who values ​​love and righteousness." Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head: "If you want to betray, you have already betrayed."

It's finally out.

I watched Zhongyuan Zhongye beat Edgar Allan Poe happily, and grabbed Carl and rubbed him for a while.

"Karl, I'm expropriating." I stopped Chuya Zhongyuan and told him not to go too far, and then took Carl away under Edgar Allan Poe's resentful gaze: "Lend me to play all night, and I promise to feed you the fat , as the price for offending the port mafia."

"That's the pot of chaos, why should I..." Poe looked at Carl, eager to see through, but he couldn't beat me, so he could only watch me rubbing the raccoon.

"I said, you guys just want this raccoon." Nakahara Chuya black-lined.

I immediately let go of Carl, and watched Mr. Raccoon climb to the top of Ellen Poe as if fleeing for his life, and said with emotion that if it’s not mine, it’s not mine after all: “Are you kidding Mr. Poe, I’m a gentleman, and I don’t do things that steal people’s love. .”

Leaving Edgar Allan Poe's residence, Zhongyuan Zhong also complained about the outrageousness of Edgar Allan Poe's novel.

"No way, who made you so strong, the mouse pays attention to your movements, you have to keep a low profile, and we won't have to suffer for three weeks." I stroked Carl's head, it was soft and furry, which made people feel happy Joy: "I'm the most innocent one. I worked desperately for the Ability Association, and I wanted to come back early to work for the port mafia. As a result..."

It would be nice if you didn't leave the imprint on Zhongye in the Central Plains.

I dodged Chuya Nakahara's leg strike with a jump, then sprinted [-] meters, and jumped directly onto the jellyfish: "Goodbye Chuya, I'll take a step back to the headquarters to check the situation."

I called Osamu Dazai.

"Qianli!" Dazai Osamu's voice was very energetic: "Good afternoon, have you finally returned to your country?"

"I was supposed to be back nine hours ago, something happened, and it's a bit complicated to explain." I heard the music from his side: "Where are you?"

"Cafe, catch mice." Osamu Dazai chuckled, "Sounds like an interesting experience."

"It's quite interesting, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life... Is the injury healed?" I complained: "Do you have any plan, do you have to get injured yourself?"

Already fast forward to capturing Fyodor?The co-killing matter should be resolved.

"As for the co-killing, the president and the others have already taken action, so don't worry about Qianli." Osamu Dazai argued in a low voice: "As for the plan... I was wrong, I was busy catching mice, skip this topic first, Qianli. "

The topic changed quite quickly.

But Osamu Dazai really wasn't changing the subject, he didn't hang up the phone, but greeted someone with a cheerful tone: "This coffee is really good."

"You were really taken aback."

"Do you want to ask me why I found this place?"

Osamu Dazai cheerfully introduced his mouse-catching plan: "Actually, it is the last move in a corner. In order to deceive the devil, this is my last move. The leader of the group, Mr. Francis."

Osamu Dazai was very dedicated to explaining for me who was not there.

"Long time no see, Mouse," said Mr. Francis, whom I had neither seen nor heard, but which did not prevent me from wondering why he was still alive.

Logically speaking, Dunjun and Akutagawa joined forces to tear apart everything, and with the explosion of the white whale, this gentleman should have finished his reincarnation.

"It's wonderful." Fyodor said.

When I heard this voice, my teeth were itchy, and in front of my eyes were densely packed replicas with fangs.

"It's the Eye of God. Relying on its power, I found this place. While your attention is on the stronghold, Mr. Francis agreed to help me on the condition that I get back the hidden assets of the group that you robbed."

"While I'm not interested in the money that's already out of my hands, I'm still not happy about being robbed by rats," Francis said.

"By the way, my Chisato wants to talk to you." Osamu Dazai thought of me, and the sound of armed forces running and raising their guns came from his side: "I said Ango, take him in later, let me Let's make a microphone."

"My dear, but he tricked me to Africa and lived a pretty disgusting life."

"Has the government been tampered with?" This was Ango Sakaguchi's thoughtful voice: "I understand, let's talk, Dazai."