Killing an old enemy

Nishizawa: "...What are you talking about, Zhong is not Yu's master."

Gilgamesh's movements stopped, and Caesar hurried forward to hold him, then nodded to Zhong Ye, and before he could react, he dragged the golden king's arm and walked towards the door. While comforting him, "Yu is going to meet someone, do you want to go with Yu? Is this good?"

"Are you begging my king?"

Caesar thought for a while and said, "You can say that."

Gilgamesh was strangely soothed by what he said, and he gave Chuya Nakahara a warning look, and then followed Caesar out the door, leaving him behind.

Central Plains Chuya "..."

The ghost knows how upset he is at the moment, he is not the type with a particularly good temper, if not...

Forget it.

Nakahara watched the door of the apartment close in front of him, and then lay down on the sofa, staring at the lines on the ceiling, involuntarily thinking about the previous conversation between Caesar and Gilgamesh in his mind, capturing the A key point... Caesar meant that, like him, did he have other consciousnesses in his body?

This made him inexplicably concerned...

Maybe this can change something, although Nakahara Chuya himself is not clear, but he has this vague premonition.

If he hadn't been influenced, then Caesar would have changed his mind.

Because Nishizawa was very indifferent when he mentioned this matter, which was exactly the opposite of Nakahara Chuya's attitude, which made him feel incomprehensible and unable to let go, as if the other party would disappear in front of him in the next moment. It feels close to nothingness, so he can't help but intervene.

He stretched out his hand towards the top of his head, looking beyond the open palm, still looking at the top of his head.

The light from the street lamp came in from where the curtains were, expanding the shadow of his hand into a black cloud, covering his own shadow on the wall.

"..."

Suddenly, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little funny, because he never knew that he was such a nosy person.

In normal times, he doesn't seem to care so much about others. Although he is in a state of helping when he can help things that don't involve his own interests and bottom line, he doesn't particularly care. Osamu Dazai once said that he is a " A little dwarf who is close to a god", although he denied this verbally, he admitted it frankly in his heart.

Central Plains also sees human beings as equals, and does not underestimate them because they do not have supernatural powers, nor does it pay attention to others because they have rare supernatural powers. In his weird world, he is like a human being, but he cannot Do exactly the same as human emotions.

What about Caesar?

An absolutely neutral existence, even if he walks in the world, he knows exactly what he needs to focus on, and will not be distracted by other things.

It was too firm.

Since he is a Heroic Spirit, the only thing he cares about is the Heroic Spirit... Mori Ogai tried every means to hope that he would have an impression of Gang Hei, and Osamu Dazai hoped that he would pay attention to some butei, but it seemed that he was only interested in the minutiae of his experience. Busy with the untouchable areas in the Central Plains.

If it's him...if it's Chuya Chuya...

He failed.

Because what Zhong Yuan wanted at first was to find out his own life experience, but he wasted time on becoming the "King of Sheep", and then joined Hong Kong Black, gradually becoming a shelter for others, becoming more and more Act like a human being and disguise yourself, longing to fit in with them.

However, Caesar didn't seem to have tried to hide his identity from the beginning to the end, he showed his difference so frankly...

It cannot be said that I am not completely envious, but more of a curiosity aroused by this state.

But without leaving Zhongyuan Zhongye any more time, his mobile phone rang, interrupting his rambling thoughts.

He sighed silently, then picked up the phone at hand and glanced at it. It was his work number - the time on the phone was four o'clock in the morning.

"Four o'clock?" Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Is there any clue at this time?"

He connected to the phone, and a cold voice came from the opposite side, "We found Fyodor's subordinates. They are in Chinatown. The coordinates have been sent to you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also keenly grasped the word "we", and Nishizawa's words flashed in his mind.

"Salieri as a companion?" he said.

Ayatsuji paused for a moment, and replied, "He is a consultant now. If you don't come here again, I think the gangsters and the detective agency will be finished."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"Pushkin——Fyodor's subordinate, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has his file, and his supernatural power is called [Plague Banquet]," Ayatsuji pedestrian's voice was as cold as his own, but if you look closely, it is Being able to discover the hidden evil taste, "It can be referred to as 'co-eating'."

Zhong Yuanzhong also switched hands to answer the phone, tugging at his choker, "What effect?"

"Let the two people who have been inoculated with the plague be connected to each other and fall into a coma. Only by killing one of them can the other wake up."

This is a supernatural ability that can amplify evil thoughts. It really is Fyodor's style of selecting subordinates. At the critical moment of life and death, choosing one or the other is enough to tear away many superficial illusions and make human beings with bad natures fight and kill each other for selfish desires.

"What about A?" Zhongya Nakahara asked, if he guessed correctly, after he passed out, Mori Ogai asked A, who was also a cadre, to deal with the matter temporarily, "It's not that there was already Fyodor any news?"

From what they said, Fyodor seemed to have been caught, and logically there shouldn't be another incident.

It's not an illusion, Ayatsuji pedestrian's tone didn't have any regrets, he just said plainly, "He's dead."

"..."

"Just an hour ago."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt his head start to hurt, Hong Kong

The death of a black cadre is not a trivial matter, which means that many troubles are about to follow. "...does the boss know?"

"I've already told him."

Presumably at this time, I can find Mori Ogai who is working overtime when I go to the Ganghei Building. I have to appease the relevant members and cover up the whole thing from some people to avoid unnecessary incidents.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there." Hearing this, Zhong Yuan stood up from the sofa, then picked up his coat, thought of something, and asked, "Can you trap Pushkin?" He said There is a reason for asking, because Ayatsuji pedestrians do not seem to be fighters, and Salieri is too difficult to control. He thinks that if they face Pushkin's supernatural power, they may find it quite difficult.

Ayatsuji pedestrian said, "No, Pushkin is dying."

Nakahara Chuya "...?!"

Ayatsuji pedestrians didn't want to, and couldn't stop Salieri's revenge, but he still called Nakahara Chuya out of the courtesy of his partner and asked him to come over——

If he couldn't make it there, he could only express regret that the clues that might solve the effect of the supernatural power had been terminated, and he felt powerless about it.

After all, Ayatsuji Xingren is a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. It is not his task to save Yokohama, but to kill the murderer. A qualified detective will never cause unnecessary trouble for himself.

"..." Nakahara Chuya paused, and suddenly had a guess in his heart. He asked hesitantly, "You just said that Hong Kong gangsters and Butei are going to die because Pushkin has already applied his supernatural power to..."

"—Boss and Fukuzawa Yukichi?"

One is the leader of the port mafia, and the other is the president of the Armed Detective Agency. If this is the case, it will inevitably tear apart the short-lived peace of Yokohama's three-point structure... Apart from the previous fog and dragon, Fyodor really A good move.

Ayatsuji pedestrian "I said no, will it comfort you?"

"..." Nakahara Chuya, "What do you think?"

——These smart people really have bad personalities!

……

On the other side, Caesar and Gilgamesh were walking on the street, the distance between them was very close, but the latter was very adaptable, as if Caesar should be so close to him, so that he showed a happy expression .

"Who are you going to see?" He said a little arrogantly, turning his eyes, "This king will help you check."

"Actually, Yu doesn't know exactly where he will be..." Caesar put on a thoughtful expression, "However, you can go to Merlin. When Yu left, he was staying with Mordred and the others. Anyway This matter needs to be dealt with.”

"Let's go." Gilgamesh stretched out his hand to him, but his scarlet eyes were staring at him intently at this moment. It was a kind of equal gaze. The king of Uruk had an arrogant attitude towards many people. , but only for Nishizawa.

Hearing this, Caesar smiled at him and put his hand in his palm.

This made Gilgamesh narrow his eyes with satisfaction, and he said that his best friend is still his best friend.

The next moment, the figures of the two disappeared under the Zhongya apartment in Zhongyuan, and appeared in another place out of thin air.

The quiet street, fortunately it was midnight, so no pedestrians noticed their side and were startled—of course, even if they were discovered, they probably wouldn't care.

Nishizawa who saw the surrounding scene "..."

He glanced at Gilgamesh, then at the KFC open sign hanging in front of him, shook his head, and then hesitated, "Do you want supper...?"

After finishing the words, he subconsciously looked at the table on the first floor of the transparent glass, the table closest to the door. After confirming that he was not dazzled, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a question mark slowly appeared on the top of his head.

"What is this, a Britannia dinner?"

This is because Caesar saw Merlin drinking the Coke in his hand, while Mordred was fighting with the burger in front of him, Morgan was sitting next to him eating the cone, and Lancelot was left to take it without saying a word. Put French fries dipped in ketchup and put it in his mouth, frowning as if he was about to go to the battlefield in the next moment.

Even Lucius was not immune to this weird scene. He was sitting next door eating mashed potatoes with a spoon, showing an appearance of being isolated by everyone.

Caesar "..."

He blinked a little, and saw Lucius stood up, waved in his direction, and mouthed "You're here."

Caesar concentrated slightly, when he heard Gilgamesh's humming sound in his ear.

"..." He looked at the king of Uruk with a puzzled expression on his face, "Now that you're here, do you still want to follow Yu?"

Because of his natural look, Gilgamesh "..."

Did he use it and throw it away? ! !

"No, there's no such thing," Seeing what he was thinking, Caesar reached out and grabbed his hand, "It's because this is an 'Arthur' occasion, so I think... you may see that it's not Very comfortable, after all, what you care about is Enkidu, is Yu right?"

Caesar knew very well what they thought of him in his heart, so he didn't feel that he should enjoy preferential treatment for granted.

Gilgamesh stared at him with scarlet eyes, and said slowly, "...and you, Caesar, this king also cares about you."

Not quite seeing him as some sort of incarnation of Enkidu, which he could have done, but that's not really what he meant, in Gilgamesh's mind... it's a totally entangled concept.

Unexpectedly, Caesar actually said to him seriously, "Don't worry about Yu, or Osmandis will be angry. As Caesar, Yu is probably his old enemy, so don't say that again. .”

"Friend, in your mind, is this a separation?" Gilgamesh said in a tone close to doubt, "Enkidu, no, Caesar."

I can't tell what it feels like, it's probably a subtle one.

"It wasn't before." Caesar said, he had promised the Sun King, "Osmandis taught Yu to do this."

He thinks that Gilgamesh should be angry at the next moment. After all, they all seem to care about the concept of the only old enemy, and they are quite persistent in recognizing him as the person in their memory, and responding with corresponding emotions. Kind of offensive.

Surprisingly, however, Gilgamesh did not.

His tone was casual, and he just commented, "Then, that Sun, he did a good job on this matter."

"...?!" Caesar raised his head in surprise.

Gilgamesh crossed his arms, looked down at him arrogantly under the watchful eye, "my best friend, probably a little taller, and a little stronger, even if it is... the gods have never been kind to him. When he had a heart, he ended his life,

Take it away from this king..."

There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, which was the memory of the distant past, and he could not forget those past events.

"You are him, but you are not him." Gilgamesh said, and he touched Caesar's cheek with his finger, "You are the best friend of this king when he was immature. The 'Enkidu' of Fate's trajectory - so, my lord said, the sun's doing well."

There is absolutely no intention of forcing him to use the lock of the sky.

"My king has agreed, and I will leave it to you to choose."