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Osamu Dazai hung up the phone with a dark face, the veins on the back of the hand holding the phone bulged, obviously enduring his anger.

Before he could move, Gojo Satoru, who couldn't bear it for a long time, rushed forward again, kicking Kaga out of the wheelchair.

"Say it!" He stepped on Kaga's body, his face was extremely pale, and he tried his best to restrain his anger and asked, "What do you want to do?! Where did you take her?"

Kaga's swollen face was filled with a crazy smile, even though the corner of his mouth was bleeding uncontrollably, but he looked like the winner among these few people:

"Ha, ha ha ha! It's too late! You are too late!"

Gojo Satoru's face was terribly gloomy, and he kicked him on the tree again, intending to continue beating him to question him, but Dazai stopped him aloud: "Enough."

Dazai's face was sullen, as if he could hear a big hole in his heart, and countless bleak and howling cold winds passed through it, with a sound like a broken bellows in his breathing.

His face didn't change, but when Gojo Satoru looked carefully, he could clearly see that his iris-colored eyes seemed to be soaked with blood, and the two jewel-like eyeballs seemed to be filled with turbulent waves. His muscles were trembling constantly.

"You send him to the detective agency and give it to Mr. Ranpo," he said.

"Leave the rest to me."

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Fujiwara gradually regained consciousness.

Before he opened his eyes, he was clearly aware of his current situation——

The smell of disinfectant on the tip of the nose is so clear that it makes people want to vomit. The cold light shining on the body has no temperature, and one can even feel its harsh, dull, and indescribable smell about life and death.

Fujiwara moved his fingers, trying to activate his ability to control spirit bodies, but to no avail.

A roar came from the ear, which seemed far away but seemed near, and the voice was unbelievably familiar—it was the voice of a puppet.

He rubbed his fingers in a panic, and suddenly found that the gloves he had been wearing all year round as a medium for supernatural powers were gone!

Fujiwara was completely flustered now.He fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes directly.

All the familiar scenes in front of him were reflected in his bright red pupils, but he didn't seem surprised at all.

——This is Makuuchi's laboratory!

He guessed right!

But so what?Fujiwara began to rub his index finger and middle finger nervously, countless thoughts flashed through his brain.

...Is it the work of Ao Makuuchi?

After all, he put down his harsh words before, saying that the next time we meet will be in the laboratory.

Fujiwara then denied this very small possibility in his opinion.

--impossible!Although he, Fujiwara, is not the person in charge of the Association of Psychics, he is also one of the top executives and a direct relative of the former founder.Not to mention that he still controls the connection between the Association of Psychics and the outside world, and he also has a supernatural weapon that can control the soul body—although the pair of gloves used as a medium for supernatural powers have disappeared, but when he finds them , he is the "spell magic operator" in the magic world.

He didn't believe that Ao Makuuchi could lock himself up as an experimental subject in his laboratory without permission!

He has no such right!

Fujiwara only remembered that before he fell into a coma, he was discussing the next plan with Fyodor, the leader of the House of the Dead.

— Could it be that he was plotted against by Fyodor?

He doesn't know the truth about himself.

Fujiwara was firmly tied to the experimental table, only the red eyeballs could move up and down slightly.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the environment of the laboratory again——

The large workbench is filled with bottles and jars of various colors, filled with strange colors and textures, many of which are made of the supernatural power crystals he got from Fyodor.

A little farther away is the experimental box containing semi-finished puppets.

Fujiwara knew that this laboratory was built by her biological father Ayase Moru, and the current owner Makuuchi Aoya is only the successor of Ayase Moru.

As for the puppet, this inhuman monster was also created by Ayase Moor first.Makuuchi is nothing more than a latecomer following the legacy of his ancestors.

In the soul world, there are only two kinds of creatures that are naturally generated: undead and wraiths.

In the early years, Ayase Tomari was also like the current high-level executives of the Psychic Association, obsessed with power and unable to extricate himself, and was not satisfied with the status quo of the soul world.So, he experimented with ordinary undead in the soul world, and artificially synthesized puppets.

Fujiwara was thinking, his calm gaze slowly swept across the environment in the laboratory, and gradually fixed on a tree in the corner——

The tree has a straight trunk and a smooth gray-white bark, showing that it has been carefully cared for.The leaves grow together and are oval in shape with some wavy serrations on the edges. ①

- It's a poplar tree.

But it doesn't look like an ordinary poplar tree.

This tree was placed in a strangely colored potion by the curtain, and it exuded white light spots all over it, just like the tree of life in a fairyland, making people feel the indescribable vitality of life just by looking at it.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching slowly.

Fujiwara closed his eyes with lightning speed, breathed calmly, and pretended that he hadn't woken up yet.

There was a rustling sound between the actions of the large protective clothing, followed by a dialogue between Maknei Ang and another person:

"...The superiors have decided to release all these puppets into the present world today."

"The higher-level decision? Which higher-level one is it?" There was still a little smile in the voice of Munei Ang, and he asked, "The meeting that was infiltrated by outsiders last time only said that it should be done as soon as possible, but there is no need to be so fast, right? ——My These experiments haven’t been completed yet.”

The strange voice said again: "It's Lord Kaga's decision. Lord Kaga said that this opportunity is once in a lifetime. In order to bring Yui Ayase back to the spirit world, he can devote all his energy to control so many puppets. .”

"Oh? Kaga-kun's energy has improved so much now?"

"Mr. Makuuchi, please be careful with your words—" The strange voice was obviously angry, and even the originally brisk footsteps became heavy.

Ang Nei's tone was still the same, which sounded very perfunctory: "Okay, okay, I won't mention him."

He smiled and said, "Then let's go and see those semi-finished puppets."

The two didn't speak anymore, and the sound of walking footsteps was getting closer and closer.

Fujiwara's fingers hidden under the wide robe unconsciously clenched, and the smooth nails were firmly embedded in the flesh by excessive force.

——Master Kaga?

who is thisWhy has he never heard of it? !

Fujiwara suddenly felt that his status in the Association of Psychics might not be as high as he imagined.

A high-level executive who can mobilize all the puppets in Makuuchi's laboratory, and a high-level executive who can make others say "be careful" to Makuuai-ang... He has never heard of this name!

--wrong!He seems to remember!

He had heard the pronunciation of the beginning of the name "Kaga" from the mouths of the senior members of the Association of Psychics after his trip to the high school!

...But why did they hide it from him?

Fujiwara's complexion was pale, and he could hardly maintain that British gentleman's demeanor in his heart.The crazy factor poured into those blood-red pupils uncontrollably, but was covered by his tightly closed eyelids, without revealing it at all.

Makuuchi Aung pushed open the door of the laboratory, and his gaze was placed on the table in the center of the laboratory.There was a person they were all familiar with lying on it, and the spotlights on the experimental platform shone straight down, revealing every detail of him.

Makuuchi paused for a moment, then stepped aside and let the person behind him walk in.

"This is the legendary "Fujiwara"? "The stranger approached the experimental platform curiously, even disregarding the original task, carefully looked at his face, and then said indistinctly, "It does look exactly the same. "

Exactly the same?

What do you mean?

The muscles hidden under the wide robe of Fujiwara twitched almost invisible, as if they might burst out at any time.But his prepared action was interrupted by Munei Ang:

"Stay away from him!" Makuuchi Aung warned.

"He's not that sick guy from Kaga, but "Fujiwara" has practiced taijutsu. "

The stranger obviously didn't care about his warning, and even felt a little uncomfortable with him poking Kaga's pain point directly: "I'm just a little curious. As for you—"

"Mr. Makuuchi, I don't want to hear such words again."

"Heh." Makunei Ang smiled mockingly, walked over and dragged away the man standing by the laboratory table, and took out a sharp scalpel from his coat.

The blade of the scalpel was smooth, and the sharp tip shone sharply under the glare of the searchlight.Makuuchi slowly slashed the scalpel across "Fujiwara"'s chest, circling around his heart, staring at his face without blinking, trying to find any clues.

"Fujiwara" trembled in his heart, he didn't expect him to behave like this at all, he could only hold back the stress reaction of being pointed at by the point of the knife, a strong sense of humiliation flowed from the heart to all the limbs.

Ao Makuuchi didn't seem to notice anything, he slid the scalpel down again, and used the tip of the knife to cut open the robe on his abdomen until the muscles of "Fujiwara" were exposed.

"Look, he's not an airs like Kaga's." He gestured provocatively for the man to look over.

The man warned again in a deep voice: "Mr. Makuuchi!"

He endured it, and said, "Let's hurry up and complete the tasks assigned above!"

"Tsk." Mauchi Ang put away the scalpel casually, and impatiently led him to continue walking until he was in front of the experimental boxes containing semi-finished puppets, before saying, "You count, how many do you want?"

"All!" the man said without hesitation.

"All?" Makuuchi Ang chuckled, "There are tens of thousands of them, and Kaga's appetite is not small."

He raised his eyebrows, implying: "This amount... does Kaga really just want to bring Ayase Yui back?"

"Of course!" The man replied decisively, "Master Kaga's loyalty to the Association of Psychics is unquestionable."

"Also, so many puppets will not be released at the same time."

Angnei instantly understood: "Do you want to give them hope first... then despair at the end?"

"That's right!" The man didn't have the viciousness to warn Makinoang at this time, but stared at these puppets and smiled, "These are the achievements of you and Kaga-sama! Success must have you, the puppets Maker one."

"Yeah." Makuuchi directly sent the man away, turned around and walked to the experimental table, smiling and saying:

"Fujiwara-kun, it's time to open your eyes."

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① "The leaves grow on each other and are oval in shape, with some wavy serrations on the edges." From Baidu Encyclopedia