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The pure white cloak slipped away from Araki Ryosuke's body like flowing water, like a cold snake cruising on the skin, causing a shiver.

When the last corner was about to disappear, he subconsciously grabbed the fabric and tightened his fingers.

"What's the matter, Ryosuke?" Gogol's voice rang happily in his ear, saying that the call was very intimate, "Are you afraid, do you want me to cover your eyes for you? Don't be afraid, Fei Jia is me The nicest person I've ever met."

"You're sure to like him!"

Araki Ryosuke keenly noticed that Gogol's attitude towards him was too good, and he couldn't help frowning, but Gogol's hand had already covered the back of his hand, making him let go of it.

The cloak slipped off, and the scene here was completely exposed to Araki Ryosuke.

This is a dark and damp lair, like a sewer, filled with a breath of death and decay, and the rats that creaked and ran past from time to time proved this point. Ryosuke Araki could even see the decaying remains not far away. Limbs - I don't know if they are human.

"Gogol."

A soft and excessive voice sounded, and Ryosuke Araki cast his gaze to the front. The black-haired boy in the snow-white felt hat turned around with his hands behind his back, and his movements revealed a trace of untimely cuteness, and his facial features were exposed to his face in view.

"You're disobedient and scared our guests." He scolded, "Otherwise, how should I explain the situation to him later?"

This Russian boy in the dim light is exactly the one in Edogawa Ranpo's photo.

Ryosuke Araki stared at him——

At first glance, he thought that the other party was a bit like Osamu Dazai, but when he looked closely, he found that it was completely different.

The outline of his facial features is deeper, with the breath of Russia's ice and snow, like a beautiful boy carved from ice, that dangerous temperament is unreservedly scattered to the world like the clear light of the moon, while Dazai Osamu is relatively restrained .

At least when getting along with Osamu Dazai, Ryosuke Araki didn't feel this uncomfortable feeling all over his body.

That pair of scarlet—or rather, with a hint of purple eyes made one dare not look directly at him, and he was looking at him without blinking.

"I'm sorry, Feiya," Gogol jumped away, and the next moment, he disappeared from Ryosuke Araki's sight, and landed beside Fyodor at some point, holding a teacup conjured out of thin air in his hand. He poured a cup of black tea, "I'm just a little happy."

He laughed again, like a little moving sun, his pretty blond hair glistening.

"Do we need another partner?"

"I'm not sure, Gogol." Fyodor looked at Araki Ryosuke, took the teacup, walked towards him slowly, his white coat drew an arc, and handed him the black tea in his hand, "I I think you can understand what I mean, right?"

The corner of Araki Ryosuke's mouth twitched, and he took the teacup: "You can be more specific."

"Don't pretend, it's a mystery—the audience already knows it." Gogol said, "You know exactly what we're talking about."

Hearing this conversation, which was obviously meant for him, he finally understood why Gogol treated him so friendly—it was completely treating him as one of his own.

He seemed to have a strange trust in Fyodor, as if he believed that whatever he planned to do would succeed in the end, so he directly treated Araki Ryosuke with the final attitude.

... He thought they were here to trouble him, so it seems that he guessed right, these two Russians really just came to recruit students.

"So, what do you want to hear?" Fyodor tilted his head and asked, with a gentle and creepy smile on the corner of his mouth, "Who are we to introduce? Japan is self-blocking and doesn't know much about foreign forces. Woolen cloth."

"Yes." Ryosuke Araki admitted generously, "It's just that I haven't done business with Russia, and there are quite a few supernatural beings there."

Fyodor's expression remained unchanged under his rhetorical attack with a gun and a stick, and he still wore a faint smile.

Araki Ryosuke also looked back at him indifferently, and when the two were in a stalemate, Gogol had put down his teacup and appeared next to Araki Ryosuke again, pinching the back of his neck, breaking the silence.

"—I will! I will, Fedya, I will! Let me speak, will you, Fedya? Let me speak."

Gogol suddenly turned into a coquettish ghost, but because of that face, he didn't appear to be out of harmony at all.

"Don't overdo it, Gogol," Fyodor said.

Saying this means agreeing.

"Fei Jia wronged me, I wouldn't do it!" Gogol retorted, then, his golden eyes seemed to be filled with little stars, and he looked at Ryosuke Araki seriously, "We are the 'five decays of heaven and man', the organization His goal is to rid the world of all evil!"

Although it is only a new Russian local organization, its strength should not be underestimated.

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help laughing: "It's a very good purpose, it sounds very just, I like it. But everything in the world is guilty! Fei Jia is in charge of judging, and I am in charge of eliminating and saving the world!"

Fyodor shook his head helplessly: "Gogol."

"This, isn't this really funny?" Gogol looked at Ryosuke Araki, puffing up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, "When I said that I wanted to purify the world, everyone else laughed, Pushkin from the House of Death That guy laughed especially hard."

"Is it a mockery?" Araki Ryosuke asked.

"That's right, but they all only know how to kill indiscriminately, and don't understand Fei Jia's thoughts at all, so I don't care about them."

"The rat of the dead house?"

"Well, it's just Fei Jia's own small intelligence network." Gogol waved his hand, "We [Five Decays of Heaven and Man] are above us."

It sounds like Gogol and Fyodor are from a group called the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and Fyodor himself has an underground organization that steals information.

"Really? Last time, Gogol, you ordered a man to peel off his face, and let a group of gangsters eat his internal organs."

"That's because——because Yokohama is so fun, I'm not good. It's not my fault. Forgive me, Fei Jia."

Gogol said confidently, his blond hair was shining like gold, and he was refreshing and sunny, "And it was Feijia's help, you must enjoy it too, don't blame me."

"You scared Ryosuke." Fyodor said softly, "You are too much."

The magician grinned and blinked: "But doing this makes me really happy, joyful, happy and happy!—Fetya, you will understand me!"

"Dear Gogol, you are making trouble for no reason. You can't always ask me to help you clean up the mess."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Gogol blinked innocently, looked at the silent Araki Ryosuke, and smiled happily, "Are you right? Join us, I like you very much, we can do magic together The killing game will be started soon."

"..."

Fyodor turned his face sideways and stared at him without blinking.

From his point of view, this is indeed a very eye-catching picture, because Gogol's appearance can only make people think of soda, summer and heat waves, while Fyodor is snowflakes, winter and fog.

Different types, double the happiness, what's more terrible is that these two beautiful boys are looking at him.

"Join the five evils of heaven and man? I will take good care of you." Gogol's voice trembled, but he was sure it was because of excitement, "I have a hunch that our abilities will be very difficult during the [trial] Go right."

"It doesn't matter if you are in other organizations, as long as you remember that you are a person with five decays." He seduced, "Join?"

Despite the crazy expression, the two of them are one of a kind in a hundred good-looking, so that the eerie feeling is diluted.

——It can be stamped, [Five Decays of Heaven and Man], a 24K pure villain organization trying to smash the three views with five senses.

"I don't really like killing people." Ryosuke Araki said, "Taking someone's life will make me feel guilty."

Gogol's smile faded: "If I say that, I will also feel guilty, but this does not prevent me from doing so."

Araki Ryojie showed confusion: "Then what do you want?"

Guilt should constrain one's behavior, but this contradicts Gogol's actions.

Fyodor: "He wants the freedom of a bird."

"That's right." Gogol said with a smile, with crazy emotions in his eyes, and he stretched out his arms happily, "I want to get close to death. If one day I am no longer bound by moral sense, I can become a Fedya's bird!"

——Even if such freedom comes at the price of playing madness in the eyes of the world, so what!

This decadent world is like a birdcage, and the sense of morality is the shackles. What Gogol wants is to break it!

"..."

How to put it, in fact, he can still understand Gogol's thinking.

Ryosuke Araki silently put the teacup in his hand on the ground, then stood up silently, and began to reflect silently.

But why was an evil organization the first to offer him an olive branch? !Are you serious!

Damn it, doesn't it look like he really doesn't look like the type who can turn to the light?

"I know what Ryosuke is worried about." Fyodor said.

No, you don't know.

Gogol said with a smile, "You are shaken."

"We can guarantee you a good life, the armed detective agency can't do it; we can make your dreams come true, the port mafia can't do it."

Fyodor put his finger on his lips.

"..."

"As for the criminal record?" Fyodor seemed to think of something funny, and his smile deepened. "The police are just a bunch of useless dogs."

He sighed: "Besides, your unique abilities shouldn't be wasted in these places."

???

Does he have supernatural powers? ?

"..." Araki Liang said heartily, I didn't even know it myself, this is amazing, Bai Xue Fei Jia, "Maybe first tell me what my supernatural power is."

"Don't you know?"

Ryosuke Araki shrugged: "No, I just want to know why the secret I kept was known to you."

Come on, talk about something he doesn't even know.

"You have an apartment, which is where you lived with [Enkidu] when you defected." Fyodor said with a light tone, "A few days ago—no, it should be said, this was not originally your property."

"Huh?" What do you mean, money ability?

"Did you find the key you lost?" He lowered his voice. "It rained that night."

Ryosuke Araki frowned. He did find that he had lost his key when he was driving Enkidu there, but does this have anything to do with what Fyodor was going to say?

"No." He replied, "Is it in your hands?"

"What are you talking about? It hurts to see you pretending to be stupid." Gogol's voice appeared, puffing up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, "Araki, there is no key at all, because that house doesn't exist at all—"

what?

Fyodor was not affected, and continued: "Originally this apartment was in the opposite direction, but you remembered it wrongly, so you went to the wrong place after defecting, but there was the same apartment that was exactly as in memory, This incident is not accidental."

Araki Ryosuke had an absurd idea in his heart: "You mean—"

He suddenly remembered that because the leader had never restricted his pocket money, the properties he bought were all casually recorded in the memo on his mobile phone, and Osamu Dazai seemed to have touched his mobile phone before this.

He made a prank and changed the address, but Ryosuke Araki ignored it at the time because he didn't care about the properties at all.

And since it was so long ago, he forgot to play the prank and went directly to the wrong address after defecting...

"It used to be a wasteland there." Fyodor reminded him kindly, "But you thought it was an apartment, so an apartment appeared."

"And the leader of the port mafia was critically ill, and it happened overnight." Speaking of this, Fyodor's eyes were extraordinarily bright under the dim light, with unknown emotions, "It seems that Araki-kun thinks that he should also Are you sick?"

"Allow me to presume that this is a sign of invitation."

Araki Ryosuke remained silent.

Fyodor didn't care about his indifference, and just said softly: "So I came to Yokohama, Japan, and came to your side—"

"..."

"Your supernatural ability can realize anything you think exists—just like a god, as long as you make a wish, it can be realized through belief, no matter how incredible it is."

What a pity if such an ability is not used to purify the world.

He's been watching him for too long, but this waiting is the best thing he's ever done.

Fyodor smiled, and stretched out his hand towards Araki Ryosuke: "My supernatural power is God's judgment, named-[Crime and Punishment]...and you, Araki Ryosuke, are destined to invest in my embrace."