Dazai's Cross-World Help

There is a concept that is frequently used in both literary works and film and television works-the box theory.

The box theory is simply: the world we live in is an artificially created box, and everything in front of us is programmed in advance.

But we don't know that everything around us, including ourselves, is false and a created experiment.So we also started making boxes, creating new worlds to observe.

In short, the box theory, in Mary's view, is a very matryoshka theory.

There is another famous hypothesis that can be eaten in conjunction with the box theory.

—How to prove that this world was not created 5 minutes ago?

This is an unsolvable, even frightening question.

"So, have you thought it through?" The boy's impatient voice interrupted Mary's divergent thinking.

She came back to her senses and looked at Ranpo Edogawa who was standing in front of her with complicated eyes, wearing a black suit, obviously not a detective.

There really is something wrong with this game world, right?

Mary tried to calm her madly beating heart.

It is normal for Mary to have such thoughts.

Because no matter who you are, when you are playing a game, if you are stopped by an NPC and bluntly say that you are from a different world, you will feel a thrill that hits your soul directly.

There is also doubt about the world in front of you.

After a few days of playing games, Mary has successfully become one with Black Lizard's colleagues.

Yes, the plan is going very well.

After getting off work in the evening, Mary, who came out of the Port Mafia as usual and was walking towards her residence, was suddenly stopped by a strange NPC on the way.

The strange boy raised his chin and said firmly, "You are not from this world, are you?"

Mary paused.

Is this some kind of hidden plot?

She looked suspiciously at the young man in front of her. He had black hair, squinted eyes, was not tall, and looked young. He was wearing a long black suit similar to that of Mr. Dazai.

It looked familiar, but Mary couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

"You are?" Mary asked her doubts, and the black-haired and squinted eyes of the Yokohama studio...

Wait, squint? !

Could it be that--

"I'm Edogawa Ranpo." Ranpo opened his eyes, and Mary's astonished expression was reflected in the emerald green eyes.

"Sure enough, you know me."

Unlike the previous Miss Steamroller, Miss Sharp Chin's attitude is more direct.

"What is the purpose of you coming to this world?" I am not good at walking around in circles, but I still choose to get straight to the point.

Mary's pupils continued to tremble violently, and every sentence of Luanbu's words was full of high energy in her ears.

Edogawa Ranpo, the biggest bug in "Bungo Dog", has the ability to see through everything easily.

At this moment, she didn't know whether what was happening in front of her was the plot of the game, or something else that was terribly thoughtful.

"Dazai, you came here for Dazai, right?" Ranpo's eyes fixed on Mary.

"Tell me, what happened in this world?"

…………

Help, why does Mr. Ranpo know, is this the sense of oppression of the world's No.1 detective? ! !

Mary wailed in her heart. How was she going to answer, honestly?

It feels like no matter what you say, it's dangerous.

What's wrong with this game? !

Is this the legendary box theory? !

"So, have you thought it through?" Ranpo urged Mary who was in deep thought.

Mary closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "I don't know what happened in this world."

"What is this world to you?" Ranbu, who had already expected it, continued to ask, he wanted to know whether these people were being watched.

"…………"game.

Before she could say the word, Mary realized that something was wrong. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make any sound.

The game window pops up.

[Warning: It is forbidden to tell any news about this game to the game NPC. ]

[Warning: Your current behavior may cause the game running system to crash.

[Warning for illegal operation, remaining silence time: 167:59:59]

Mary choked up watching this series of warnings.

Sure enough.Seeing that Mary opened her mouth wide and wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word, Ranpo was completely sure who Dazai had made the contract with.

Luanbu pursed his lips, said with a serious tone, "Next, you just nod and shake your head."

Mary, who couldn't tell the truth, nodded with her crotch face in agreement.

"Your purpose is to help Dazai."

Mary's eyes lit up and she nodded passionately. She wished she could write Yuai Dazai on her clothes.

After getting the answer, Luanbu asked the second question: "You will continue to send people to this world."

Mary continued to nod. The game hasn't been tested yet, so it's uncertain how many players it will be after.

"You know where the world is going in the future."

This... Mary really doesn't know, the current plot of the game is really confusing, not to mention the disappearance of the Armed Detective Agency, and Edogawa Ranpo also looks very dark.

Even if she is Dazai's true fan, she still can't guess what will happen next.

Mary shook her head decisively.

If you don't know, it means it's still too late.Ranpo continued to ask: "Your world will merge with our world."

Mary shook her head crazily, merging the game world, she must be crazy, it's impossible to think about it with her toes.

If they merge together, what will happen to several manga artists like Asagiri, Araki, and Akutami Shimoxia?

Ranpo: "You will have a serious impact on our world."

Serious impact?

Serious impact is certain, right?At least this crap on Leibo Street must be demolished. There are already many people on the forum who are desperately studying the materials of the previous shantytown renovation, and even wrote a paper.

There were two big bosses each holding a renovation plan, and they were arguing so hard that thousands of floors were stacked on the forum.

Lei Bo Street has been filled, this should be regarded as a serious impact, right?Mary nodded uncertainly.

Seeing Mary nodding, I don't know what to think of, and Ranbu's expression is a bit ugly. "You have a way to hold Dazai back."

…………

Mary nodded, then shook her head again.

Holding Dazai is simply hellish difficulty. The answer they discussed most is to find a way to turn Tonosuke into Sweetsuke.

But they haven't found out where Tonosuke is yet.

"...I understand." The development of the matter is much better than what Ranbu imagined at the beginning.

Without thinking too much, Ranbu said with a natural expression, "I need someone to take care of me."

A task window popped up in front of Mary.

[Triggering task——Weak Mr. Ranpo.

Mission description: Mr. Ranpo, who is alone and very weak, needs a nanny urgently.

I believe you who are brave and kind will definitely agree, right? ]

Mary, who had already had a psychological shadow on Ranbu, shook her head frantically. At this moment, she even violated the instinct of a game player to take on the task.

She refused to accept this extremely difficult task!And for a while, I don't want to see Luanbu again!

Italy.

In an extremely hidden, dimly lit alley.

Several corpses with hideous faces and tragic deaths fell to the ground.The only middle-aged man who was still alive was sitting slumped in a pool of blood without any image.

He was still muttering something in his mouth.

"Impossible... Stand Messenger... Flame... Enthusiasm..." His word order was out of order, and he couldn't put together a complete sentence at all.

The man's body was covered with dust and blood, and his clothes were torn to pieces.

His expression was crazy, he raised his head for a while and laughed a few times, then covered his face with his hands, and yelled hysterically from his throat, as if he had a mental breakdown.

After a long time, the man calmed down, closed his eyes resignedly, and lowered his head wearily.

"It's such a pity..."

A young man's voice sounded from the shadow in the corner, with a faint sigh.

Fluent in Italian, with a slightly exotic accent.

Then the footsteps of "da, da, da" echoed in this quiet alley.

The man froze when he heard the voice that made his hair stand on end. His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe. His head turned a little bit to look at the black-haired boy who was walking towards him.

"Do not……"

Because of the extreme fear, the man's pupils shrank a little. He trembled, controlled his limbs and retreated desperately until his back was against the wall, and there was nowhere to retreat.

As if he couldn't see the fear overflowing from the man, the young man walked around the corpses in a leisurely manner and walked straight to the man.

"It failed again." The young man's purple eyes were full of unknown emotions, like pity and pity.

He squatted down and looked straight into the man's eyes. The black cloak he was wearing fell to the ground with his movements, stained with some blood.

"It's painful, isn't it?" The man didn't speak, and the boy's gentle voice sounded like a devil's whisper to him.

He opened his mouth wide and tried hard to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word, he could only pant heavily with his mouth wide open, his eyes fixed on the boy.Tears of fear welled up from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Two different memories are entangled in my mind."

"Let me help you and gain long-term peace." The young man said with compassion, and put his hand gently on the man's head.

next second.

——Blood slowly flowed from the man's eyes, nose, ears and mouth.All the pain was gone, and the fear and pain on the man's face disappeared, and instead he showed a quiet and pious smile.

Boy, no, Fyodor withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it lightly, and touched the part of the finger on the top of the man's head.

"It's not Italy..." Fyodor dropped the dirty handkerchief, put his thumb to his lips, and thought.

He didn't look at the corpse on the ground anymore, turned around and walked outside.

What is going wrong?

Who will bring the different worlds together?

Supernatural beings, conjurers, stand-in messengers, flames of death...

The corners of Fyodor's mouth curled into a smile, his purple eyes curled up, and things became more and more interesting.