Canary of the gods

Is that the guy?

A temple cultivator looked at the imprint of the inverted crown in front of the villain, and thought of someone he met in another world.

He is an unsocial squatting at home, not to mention socializing on weekdays, but few people notice it, and there are only a handful of guys who he can remember so clearly.

Seeing Shuichi Ichijoji staring at the postcard fixedly without blinking his eyes, Kunikida Doppo couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

A temple cultivator came back to his senses, and said with a normal expression: "Hmm... I feel like I've seen him somewhere."

"Have you seen him?" Kunikida Doppo was a little surprised, "You mean... Mr. Cotton Candy? But there is no picture of him here, how do you think you have seen him?"

Osamu Dazai, who had listened to it, also raised his head and looked at Jijiu.

"I'm not very sure, it's just the inverted crown mark on the face of this cartoon villain. When I saw it, I couldn't help but think of a certain guy. Because there is an exact same mark on this place on that person's face. Oh , By the way, it's still a white-haired hedgehog."

Kunikida Doppo let out a "Huh", thinking that that was really a coincidence.

He said: "According to the client, Mr. Cotton Candy is indeed white-haired. And because he has such a mark on his face, he will use this cartoon villain to represent himself."

A temple cultivator nodded, knowing it well.

Kunikida Doppo asked casually, "When and where did you meet him before?"

Ichijo Jijiu remembered what Osamu Dazai had said to him, telling him not to tell the detective agency about the other world, so he said casually: "During the trip. Uh... I think the place is in Italy, right?"

Kunikida Doppo understood, and said: "Then maybe what you met is Mr. Marshmallow. Because the client said that Mr. Marshmallow is Italian, and he just moved to Yokohama a year ago. Oh , By the way, his real name is Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Hearing this name, a temple cultivator was stunned for a moment.

Kunikida Doppo thought he was accidental how a foreigner would take a Japanese name, so he explained one more sentence: "I heard that he was planning to settle in Japan, so he took such a name. He signed a contract with the publishing house. That name was also on the driver's license I took out at the time."

A temple cultivator nodded expressionlessly, indicating that he understood.

"The target of the mission should be him." A priest checked the back of the postcard again, but found no other information.

He put the postcard on the table casually, picked up his messenger bag, "I'll find him soon, so I'm leaving now?"

Kunikida Doppo nodded and watched him leave, "Work is going well."

Osamu Dazai, who listened to the entire conversation, put his hands around his mouth and made a trumpet shape, "Xiu, let Marshmallow-sensei resume serialization quickly~"

A priest who just walked to the door paused, then waved his hand and said, "I know, I know, it's really annoying. You don't want Kunikida to entrust this to me because you want to watch the serialization?"

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Cultivated and smart."

A temple cultivator: "..."

There was a gust of wind "whoosh" in the back of his head.

Osamu Dazai noticed it, but he didn't hide, not because it was too late, but because he was sure that he would not be hit.

Sure enough, when the thing was only a finger's width away from Dazai Osamu's head, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand calmly, took off the thing, and held it in his arms - it was a pillow on the sofa in the reception area.

He smiled and waved to a monk, "Everything is going well~"

A temple cultivator didn't answer, and left without looking back.

At this moment, the detective agency's phone rang, and Kunikida Doppo picked it up.

"Hello, this is the Armed Detective Agency."

After listening to what the person on the other side said, Kunikida Doppo looked at Osamu Dazai.

The latter smiled slightly, threw the pillow aside, got up and stretched.

"Oh, it's time to work~"

One of the priests who went out for work earlier had already gotten into the car.

While fastening his seat belt, he said, "Sawada Tsunayoshi, male, aged 28 to [-]."

As soon as the words fell, a blue light screen popped up on the front windshield of the car, with many ID photos posted on it.All over the world, men between the ages of nineteen and twenty-eight named "Sawada Tsunayoshi" are already here.

A temple cultivator took a glance, but he did not see a certain white-haired guy.

However, he found a familiar brown-haired young man.

He reached out and clicked on the head portrait of the brown-haired young man, and the latter's file information was instantly spread out in front of his eyes.

"Huh? I live in Naimei, Japan, and I'm a...company employee?"

A priest touched his chin. It turned out that the leader of this world, Peng Gelie, was just an employee of an ordinary company.

But thinking about it again, the white-haired bastard who destroyed countless parallel worlds can become a cutting-edge novelist. It seems that there is nothing strange about the leader of Peng Gelie being an ordinary office worker, huh?

Putting this matter aside, a temple repairer knocked on the steering wheel, and the car entered an automatic driving state under the influence of a different ability.

"Bryn Jesso, male, aged nineteen to twenty-eight, with white hair and an inverted crown mark under his left eye."

After receiving the instruction, the blue light screen on the front windshield flashed, and the ID photo of the target person appeared in front of him.There is even a map next to it, with two small dots on it, one green represents a temple cultivator himself, and one red represents where Bai Lan is.

Moreover, this is a world map, a temple is located in Japan, while Bai Lan's location is now displayed in Italy, half a world is separated between the two.

A priest took a glance, then looked away, leaned back on the chair leisurely, closed his eyes and meditated, and said lightly: "Find a quiet place that doesn't attract attention, and then throw that guy to an uninhabited island."

At the same time, half a world away in Italy, Yokohama's up-and-coming novelist Mr. Cotton Candy, whose real name is Bai Lan, is eating Sicilian special desserts and strolling leisurely.

But who would have thought that, as soon as the scene in front of him faded away, he would come to an uninhabited island with extremely desolate seas and salty winds from the bustling street with people coming and going.

Bai Lan: "..." I feel bad.

Not really.

He didn't do anything in this world!

Bai Lan roared wildly in his heart.

He just wanted to see what the rumored "book" looked like, so he secretly went to Yokohama to write a novel—well, of course, it would be the best if he could grab it and play with it.

And he also checked in advance that the world's Alcbarreno Ribaun did not become the tutor of Sawada Tsunayoshi, so the latter did not take the path of the mafia leader, but just became an ordinary company employee .From this point of view, Vengley should not focus on Japan.

That's why Prynne boldly wrote two novellas based on the founder of Pengo Lie and the Son of the Rainbow, to satisfy her own bad taste.He also submitted these two novels to the publishing house, successfully signed the contract for publication, and the books even sold well.

So he started to use himself as the prototype again, and after some artistic processing of what happened in the parallel world, he started his own novel serialization, which received constant praise.

But who would have thought that just after writing the beginning of the second volume of the novel, when he was going out one day, he saw a certain evil spirit.

This fierce god has appeared in front of "him" in the parallel world several times, and without a word, he came up with his fists clenched, ready to fight with "him".

The "he" in the parallel world thought that this was another righteous person holding the banner of "Save the World". At first, he didn't take him seriously at all, and he was still thinking lightly: I just shot him to death. To kill him or to turn him into a real statue?

However, what "he" never expected was that in the next second, they instantly moved to a certain uninhabited island.

Bai Lan from the parallel world:? ? ?

What happened next was even more incredible.

Fighting and fighting, there was even a meteor shower in the sky!It really fell, like hail, crackling, hitting Bailan on the head with a clear goal.

Bai Lan from the parallel world:? ? ?

Bai Lan in the parallel world hides in embarrassment, but the other party is not affected by the "meteor shower".In addition, that guy is so strong that he can smash an entire uninhabited island with his bare hands, and even cause an undersea earthquake.

And this guy likes to use his fists in fights. Not everyone can withstand that kind of attack that is as heavy as a thousand pounds and punches to the flesh!

It is conceivable how badly "he" in the parallel world was beaten in the end.

It would be fine if this was the only world in countless parallel worlds that was beaten to the ground by strange and righteous people, but it was like this in several worlds in a row, and countless Bai Lan had to attach great importance to it.

But no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find any information about this person, and the other party seemed to appear out of thin air.Mysterious, unknown and powerful, as long as it appears, Bai Lan in the parallel world will definitely be beaten up.

Therefore, after this, Bai Lan in other worlds became wary of this unknown guy.

This is why Bai Lan, who shared memories with several selves in the parallel world, was so frightened that she panicked after encountering a certain evil spirit one day two months ago.

At that time, Bai Lan took advantage of the fact that the other party hadn't found her, so she got out of the car and ran away.

After returning to his residence in Yokohama, he didn't even bring any extra luggage with him. After setting up the scheduled email update, he wrote a postcard and pasted it on the door of his house, leaving it for the editor who will definitely come to the door in the near future.

But who would have thought that he hadn't done anything bad, and he hadn't provoked that guy, yet he would have been thrown to an uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean.

The thoughts in my head are turning back and forth, but the reality is only a moment.

Almost in the next second, the "violent god" he had been chanting in his heart before appeared in front of him.

"Ok?"

A temple cultivator looked at Bai Lan, who was holding a dessert in her hand, and subconsciously took a step back when she saw him, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said inexplicably, "It seems that you remember me, is there anything else you want to say?"

That tone is no less than saying: "Do you have any last words, and die quickly after you finish speaking."

"..."

The cutting-edge writer Mrs. Cotton Candy stretched out his hand slowly but firmly, and said, "I think I can still save it a little bit?"