I can't lose to my ex today

Chapter63

"Don't tell me, including her current appearance of being tied up and taken hostage by a bomb, is also included in her calculations?"

Gojo Satoru almost gritted his teeth and said every word, suppressing the anger in his heart.

It's like this, it's like this again, after he fished her out this time, he must definitely teach her a lesson, she's simply too floaty!No matter how many steps she has predicted and how many sets of Plan B she has made, the five slags of war are the five slags of war. If a bomb explodes unreasonably, she will directly turn into ashes, and she will not even be able to escape!

"Luanbu had to do this, because she was probably the only person on the scene who could move soberly and freely."

"What do you mean?"

"Because of Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle's supernatural ability...Actually, when you dodged Mr. Doyle's car, you accidentally fell down and suffered a concussion. It's not all because you were unlucky."

Hearing this, Gotiao Wutiao's eyes darkened a bit, and he became more vigilant at the same time: "Sure enough, how could I have made such a low-level mistake... So, what is the special ability of that Yingshou?"

"Mr. Doyle's supernatural ability is called 'Scarlet'. Once activated, all life forms with blood within a certain range centered on him will have extremely slow brain judgment or even be unable to think normally, which will affect the body's actions. After all, the brain is the command center of the whole body. That day, when you avoided Mr. Doyle’s car, it was because of his supernatural power that your brain got stuck and hesitated, so your body reacted slowly, and you stepped on a banana peel on the ground... ...Of course, the concussion is due to your unlucky luck. Moreover, this ability has a particularly great impact on people with supernatural abilities. People with supernatural abilities who are recruited may even cause the supernatural ability to lose control. Therefore, today's forum will Therefore, Ranpo did not let the other members of the Armed Detective Agency come together, because once the members of the agency with supernatural powers lose control, the scene will only become more chaotic."

Edgar Allan Poe roughly explained what was going on, which was one of the reasons why he did not attend the forum today, although he was a little curious about what would happen to him if his powers got out of control... Could it be that he would explode and write A supernatural novel with a bunch of plot garbage?

"There is indeed a problem with that English short." Gojo Satoru said with a serious expression on his face, he broke off his fingers, his hand bones creaked, and looked eager to try, "Okay, now that the mastermind behind the scenes is It has already been found out, so leave the rest to me. Tell me, Luanbu will explain how to take care of the English short, do you want to leave a sigh of relief?"

Edgar Allan Poe: "...", you are obviously very excited like this, don't you even pretend to be.

"Are you going now?"

"No... I didn't say that Mr. Er is the mastermind behind the scenes." Poe took out a document with a photo and handed it over, "Look at this."

The photo printed on the document is exactly the terrorist Jefferson who created this "life and death situation" in the forum at this moment, but it is a photo of a dead body, and the explanatory text next to the photo...

"Jefferson Hope, an American, was killed when he landed in Japan a week ago?" Quite unexpected information, but Gojo Satoru soon understood, "So, the guy at the forum meeting is not real Jefferson, the real Jefferson died a long time ago, and then the murderer replaced Jefferson's identity?"

"That's right, and this is also the real purpose of Mr. Doyle's visit to Japan this time..."

……

Yokohama, Suzuki Hotel, in the private room on the top floor——

"Wow, you really don't look scared at all, little girl." Jefferson sat on the sofa in a relaxed posture, looking at the person sitting on the sofa on the other side.

Over there, Edogawa Ranpo was not only tied up with bombs in front of him, but also tied up with hemp rope, unable to move at all. However, as a hostage, he looked worse than the terrorists opposite him from his posture and expression. To be relaxed:

"I'd be more relaxed if you could bring me a bottle of pop soda. Today I want to drink grape flavor."

Jefferson: "..."

"Okay, okay, don't look at me, let's just look at the screen. Mr. Doyle, whom you've been thinking about, is in trouble now. How is it? Are you happy?" Edogawa Ranpo motioned the other party to look at the screen.

Several screens in the room monitored the status of those people "passing through" the building below in real time, and the most central screen displayed Conan Doyle.

At this moment, Conan Doyle was surrounded by many people who admired him on weekdays, but the attitude of those people changed from betting on all hope at first to blame and even resentment.

【Mr. Doyle, we all followed you because we believed that you were the smartest person present. Why haven’t we made much progress to the top? What if someone who chooses another route preempts us! 】

[That's right, Mr. Doyle, we've put all our hopes on you!Since you are so smart, you should use your mind to save everyone! 】

[Mr. Doyle, didn’t I say, as long as you can successfully rescue me, no matter what kind of reward you ask me for! 】

Noisy voices came and went, and every word became more and more pressing. Finally, on the screen, Conan Doyle, who had been moving forward to crack the level in silence, stopped and turned his head to look at the group of people. .

With gloomy eyes and oppressive aura around him, he and the usual elegant and easy-going British gentleman Pai Ruo, when the noisy crowd saw Conan Doyle like this, they instantly fell silent... The person in front of him at this moment is more than Speaking of Sherlock Holmes, it is more like James Moriarty described by him.

Conan Doyle lowered his voice and directly asked a sharp and cruel question——

[Even if you follow me and successfully reach the top floor, so what, there are only ten people who can get on the helicopter and leave here, and there are more than ten of you. 】

As soon as this remark came out, people who were originally timid because of Conan Doyle's aura were even more silent at this moment because the question that they each had a small calculation in their hearts was directly punctured.

"Hahahaha! Have you seen that when the mind is unable to operate smartly and the hypocritical mask that is usually hung on is forced to be removed, the human nature is exposed... These ugly thoughts are the most real longing in the heart of the heart .”

Watching the progress of this "game" on the screen, Jefferson laughed maniacally as if reading a funny script, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Conan Doyle on the screen.

"Mr. Doyle, how do you feel now? Use the dark side of your nature to touch the dark humanity exposed by everyone around you. Will you feel pain, or will you sink into it?"

It sounded mysterious and neurotic, but Edogawa Ranpo just understood it, and directly broke Jefferson's small world of thinking alone at the moment:

"So what about you, what kind of result do you want to see? Is the expected ugly result in your opinion really what you want to see?"

Unexpectedly, the girl who was taken hostage by him would say such words, Jefferson slowly stood up, went to the opposite sofa and squatted down.

Rubbing his chin, he looked carefully at the girl in front of him, as if he wanted to see through her, but found... a strange girl, who seemed to be completely invisible, but seemed to be able to see through it at a glance, and...

"You can still think so calmly and logically? Can you guess what I'm thinking? It shouldn't be, Mr. Doyle's supernatural power should have covered the entire hotel building, and you don't look like a supernatural power. Capable person, as a non-supernatural person, your brain should be so slow that you can't think clearly and normally..."

Jefferson's tone didn't sound exasperated or malicious, just pure curiosity to find something interesting.

And Edogawa Ranpo is not afraid of the other party's various sizing eyes, and is as proud and confident as ever:

"Because I'm stronger than you people with supernatural powers! Although my brain's thinking speed is not as fast as usual, it's still more than enough compared to monkeys."

"Pfft." Jefferson sneered, feeling that he had discovered a treasure by accident, "So, in your opinion, all the people in this world are just monkeys?"

"90.00% of the nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine people I meet are like that... well, just in terms of the mind."

Edogawa Ranbu opened his squinted eyes little by little, and a pair of clear opals seemed to have seen through everything:

"That includes you, of course... Mr. Charles Dickens."

After the man in front of him was stunned for a moment, he no longer tried to hide anything, raised his hand, and slowly removed the mask covering his face and the wig on top of his head.

Like Conan Doyle, the appearance of a typical British man, but compared with Conan Doyle's elegant gentleman with a hint of slyness, Charles Dickens' appearance is more ghostly, just like his blood-red eyes. The look in the diamond-like pupils.

"So you look like this... That's why I said everything, don't call me a little girl, you are not much older than me." Edogawa Ranpo was sure that his judgment was correct, this guy looked like he was in his early thirties at most , don't be there, a little girl is taking advantage of her!

Charles Dickens was still squatting in front of the sofa, holding his chin with one hand, tilting his head slightly, and slowly speaking with a playful face:

"Unexpectedly, a small Yokohama in the Far East is actually Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon... What's your name?"

Edogawa Ranpo smiled slyly, and reported his temporary name:

"Edogawa Conan!"

Charles Dickens pouted:

"...what a terrible name."