Stable Polarized Practice

"Separate search?"

An Ding took a page of information handed over by Atsushi Nakajima, and unfolded the thin sheet of paper with some doubts.

The quality of the paper is not that good, it feels a bit rough to the touch, and there is a strong smell of ink when it is not unfolded, and the ink from the color printing even seeps through to the back, staining the white paper back with two red spots.

Printed on it is a photo of a man with white hair and red eyes. I don't know if it's because the printed picture doesn't show charm. His eyes look like two black holes without any light.

"Search this man?" An Ding blinked curiously: "I just saw Mr. Kunikida and Tanizaki-kun went out together. Are they also searching for this man?"

"There is also a reason for this..." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head in embarrassment: "But Mr. Kunikida and Mr. Tanizaki have other missions, and other members are mainly responsible for the search, even the president is dispatched."

Now he is a little bit at a loss for Yamato Shou-kun. If he is not a member, he is doing the work of a member, and everyone's attitude is almost tacitly viewed as a member... So why is Yamato Shou-kun not a member?What exactly does Mr. Ranpo mean by "a knife"?

"Oh, I see." The blue-haired boy didn't intend to ask any more questions. He folded the piece of paper in three very naturally, stuffed it into the breast pocket of his shirt, and blinked his round blue eyes. She tilted her head and asked him softly:

"...If you find it, you can't just chop off his head, right?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima felt that he had found the reason. Sure enough, the murderous intent was too heavy, right?Sure enough, he has no concept of human life, right?That's why he wasn't recognized by the president, right?Even Kyoka did not voluntarily kill people in the port mafia, why would Yamato Shoujun think this kind of thing is commonplace!Is it really "a knife" in the literal sense of Mr. Ranpo? !

"Then I'm leaving now." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen quickly understood the meaning of Atsushi Nakajima's twitching mouth and turned around to leave. After confirming that it was indeed dark outside, he stopped him with a complicated mood: "No, Mr. Kunikida and Tanizaki-kun have other important matters to leave at this time. This is not an urgent mission that requires immediate departure..."

"...It doesn't matter." The blue-haired boy was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded his cheeks a little embarrassedly: "I will go out even if I have nothing to do, that guy wants to show me the new fighting style he learned coming..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

OK, he got it.

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"I remember you saying that your... 'reconnaissance' is high?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked sleep-deprived, and his eyes were slightly black-he did not have enough sleep recently, not only was he responsible for suppressing organizations big and small that were eager to move on the legacy of the "combination", even foreign gangs were also eyeing this A big piece of fat, even if he is a martial artist, he is not only responsible for force deterrence, but also other big and small troubles take up his rest time...

In short, Hong Kong Hei's conscience is so busy that he hardly touches the ground. He doesn't even have time to take care of the "humanoid supernatural powers" he keeps. He throws it to Hei Lizard several times to let him play by himself... As a result, he seems to have no teacher. What strange skills have been passed, such as the two submachine guns this guy is carrying now.

Although it is true that Black Lizard has firepower to suppress troops, he obviously uses a knife, right?Do you really not care about throwing your own sword at him like this?He is too lazy to "detain" this knife now, and it has to be maintained every day, which is very troublesome, so when will this guy go back?

"Huh? Yes!" Fu Sangshen, with black hair and red eyes, nodded, blinked her beautiful red eyes, stretched out her fingers painted with red nail polish and pointed at herself happily: "My scouting value is very high Oh, you can detect enemy formations even in night battles!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I still don't understand, is there still a formation for fighting now?

The old father was silent for a while, and decided not to worry about what Dao Zijing said he didn't understand. Now he is more concerned about another matter: "It means that the night has no effect on you, right?"

Qingguang: "Yes."

"That's just right." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded with satisfaction: "The troops on the other side are going to hand over goods with people from other organizations. I don't know if there will be any accidents at this time. You can follow."

Instead of letting this guy make soy sauce with him, it's better to help share the work, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought so.

Already overwhelmed by the heavy workload, Zhong Yuanzhong also wished that one person could be split into two people to use. At this time, there is such a strong and decent labor force, so it is not for nothing.

"No problem, Mr. Chuya."

Fu Sangshen, with black hair and red eyes, carried two submachine guns on his back, and accepted the task without any reluctance—is it really a humanoid superhuman ability?There is no rejection of the scene of mafia fighting, and he is even a little eager to try it... Nakahara Chu also glanced at the rough-looking submachine gun with mixed feelings, and felt different from this "slender" human figure The painting style of the ability does not match at all, and the scene is extremely weird.

After imagining the scene of him wearing sunglasses and holding a submachine gun "chug chug", Chuya Nakahara's expression became even more strange.

At the beginning of this humanoid ability...it was obviously using the beautiful swordsmanship that sister Hongye would praise, right?How did I develop this... strange style of painting by myself?

I don't know who his original owner was. Anyway, he entered the port mafia, so it is the property of the port mafia, but...

Or do you feel slightly sorry for that person?

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Honmaru is separated by countless worlds.

"Ah - sneeze!"

The god judge rubbed his nose—unfortunately, through a layer of protective paper, he only got to the crumpled white paper with the word "trial" written on it:

"Strange, why did you suddenly sneeze?"

My aunt looked up at the sunny summer scene in Honmaru, and decisively ruled out the factor of "catching a cold" from her heart.

"So there really is someone thinking about me." The judge nodded confidently: "It's probably California or Yamato Mori—I knew they would definitely miss me! Now the time-traveling army hunting incident is almost done. All Honmaru no longer send swords to practice, and they are almost the only two left out, right?"

"Cultivate well, don't come back in a hurry." The judge could not help but sigh.

At least don't come back until this matter is resolved... Even if you go wild for another two years, it's fine!Auntie is not afraid of you being wild, Auntie is only afraid that you will be broken!

……

"... Mr. Dazai?"

Under the neon signboard of the bar, the man in the sand-colored windbreaker paused, then turned around slowly, as if feeling a little surprised, he raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Anding, why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai pointed to the "lupin" sign above his head, blinked, and asked in a slightly smiling tone, "Does Anding-kun have a date here?"

"No, not at all." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen shook his head, and replied in a serious tone: "I just passed by here during the search and saw Mr. Dazai."

"Search?" Osamu Dazai repeated, rolling the word from the tip of his tongue to the base of his tongue, blinking his iris-colored eyes, and asked with a smile, "Can you talk to me?"

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"Dead?" The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen froze for a moment.

"Huh? They were already dead when they found out?" Qingguang repeated incredulously: "Mr. Chuya said that they have supernatural powers, right? Died without a sound?"

Judging from the combat effectiveness of the "supernatural beings" he has recently come to know, whether it is Mr. Nakaya, Mrs. Hongye, or Mr. Guangjin... are all very powerful characters, right?The supernatural beings are such a powerful group of people, but they died so silently, what happened to them?

Not knowing that the few people he knew did not represent the general fighting power of supernatural beings, Qingguang stepped on his high-heeled boots worriedly, and followed the leading team members to check the scene of the death of the "Joint Organization". When the "miserable" corpse was found, the black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen was stunned, and his keen eyesight, which would not be affected at night, made him discover something was wrong.

"There's something under his shoulders."

Carrying an assault gun that didn't match the style of high heels and nail polish, the slender Dao Fusangshen frowned and squatted down, pushing away the cold and stiff body: "This is..."

The plump red fruit is fresh as if it had just been picked from the branch of the fruit tree. A dagger-length silver knife is inserted on it. The blade is double-sided and extremely sharp. Fragrant juice flows down the handle, dripping into the strong rust smell in a pool of blood.

"……apple?"

At the same time, a burst of white mist rose from the ground, and all the streets in Yokohama, large and small, were covered with this unknown mist. The thin white mist quickly entangled and condensed, and in just a few seconds, it condensed into There was a thick fog with visibility less than five meters.

the other side.

"Mr. Dazai asked me if I knew about the 'Apple Suicide' incident." An Ding scratched his hair doubtfully: "I don't know why Mr. Dazai would ask me such a question, but I always find it very strange and important... So I came to ask Mr. Ranpo."

The "No.1 Detective in the World" holding potato chips squatted on the chair, as if thinking of something, Edogawa ranbu turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at An Ding for a few seconds: "Is that so? ah."

stable:"?"

"It's nothing." Master Ranbu turned over and jumped off the chair, and took out the safe he used to lock the snacks from under the table: "He's not asking you, you don't need to care about it."

The black-haired young man in a British-style detective outfit opened the safe, stuffed all his snacks into it with a serious expression, and muttered as he stuffed it: "Yo Xi, this is good."

Onlookers An Ding: "? Why do you lock up the snacks?"

"Isn't this an obvious thing?" Edogawa Luanbu buckled the knob lock of the safe, nodded in satisfaction after hearing a "click", and replied as a matter of course: "Of course it is to keep them from being destroyed. "

As soon as his words fell, An Ding suddenly opened his eyes wide, his blue pupils shrank instantly, and the safe, which had lost its support, fell to the ground with a "bang" - just in front of Dao Fusangshen, who had just returned The detective who was speaking suddenly disappeared.

"Mr. Ranpo?"

As if being erased from this world in an instant, the sharp scouting value of the knife suddenly became a decoration, and An Ding was completely unaware of how the person in front of him disappeared.