Heibu doesn't want to talk

"The time is up, goodbye, Black Step."

Waking up from the dream is still a day belonging to the world of the port mafia.

"A bunch of bastards... I really want to kill them." Luanbu clenched his hands impatiently.

On the one hand, he was relieved, on the other hand, he ended the unnecessary hope.

In other worlds, happiness has become something within Edogawa Ranpo's fingertips.

Why did he have to struggle hard, why did he struggle desperately for his parents' expectations.

Now that there are already those outstanding sons who have fulfilled their expectations...

Hate, destroy, loathe, and the ensuing corruption.

Edogawa Ranpo is not a god.

Don't let him see those good things, it will only remind him over and over again of the mud covered on his body.

This has nothing to do with killing intent or personality, it's just...not reconciled.

He lives for the expectations of others, not completely willful, tired and humble.

He is just a puppet in other people's hands...

How can you be content?

Chief Bu can disdainfully call the Port Mafia an organization with no future.

He could only lower his eyes and manipulate the black monster forward.

His original dream was to be a famous detective.

However, those police officers compared him to a monster.

It is impossible for the military and police steps who are favored by the police world to understand.

Don't worry about Ranpo with Fukuzawa Yukichi as his backing.

Sad, sad, the life belonging to Heibu is so bad that it is unimaginable.

Every choice point is the most failed choice.

Has the will of the world favored him?

The nails pierced deeply into the palm.

Crazy thoughts flooded his mind.

Most frighteningly, he has the ability to bring these ideas to life.

Whether it is the so-called usurper or betrayal.

Overnight, the bottom line of the past disappeared.

The muddy color spread from the chaotic pupils.

He thought it was time to choose to give up something.

Because what they long for is just an existence that is equal to other parallel worlds.

Humble prayers are often not heard by the gods.

Enough is enough, enough is enough.

Ranpo can sincerely laugh for the [brother] who fulfilled the expectations of his parents in the parallel world.

However, he was unwilling to exist, and his own uniqueness was also broken.

He is not smarter than other selves, not more mature than other selves, but he can let go of everything, he has nothing.

Kurobu is the only Edogawa Ranpo who can make the world cry out for his death and be buried with him.

He has the will to do it all.

Since he was never cared for, then there is no need to show kindness.

Yes, he is just an ordinary person.

From this moment on, Ranbu found his own reason to live.

The desire to get out of this port mafia, out of this Yokohama, above these things.

The collapse begins.

Slender white fingers caressed the white paper.

A letter with unknown contents and composed of jumbled letters was sent to distant Russia.

No recipient, no sender, no address, just randomly thrown on the snow in Russia.

But Luanbu was sure that the letter would reach the right person.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but since the last short conversation between spaces, Ranpo’s memories of armed detective agencies, port mafia, and police detectives have quickly faded away, as if he was taken away by himself who accomplished his goal in a parallel world. Feelings are the same.

Such conjectures cannot be proven.

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