Heibu doesn't want to talk

"Hey, where's that brat who came to the crime scene last time?" Ms. Detective patted her colleague boredly.

The colleague glanced around absent-mindedly: "The ghost wants to know, just like his stinky fart."

"Don't put it that way, he is really powerful." Ms. Detective couldn't help but argue.

The colleague sneered and shook his head: "What's the use of being powerful, he looks like a monster, but as soon as I saw his green eyes, I just... oh, it's just uncomfortable anyway. Besides, I can see through the truth at a glance. What use are we for?"

The detective lady couldn't continue to refute, and touched her nose resentfully.

The emerald eyes that implied hope dimmed for a moment, then slowly closed again.

Luanbu pressed the detective hat on his head vigorously, and sat on the side of the river embankment. The blood of yesterday still seemed to be still there. The embankment of the river was scarlet, and the air also smelled of rust.

Of course, it is impossible for Luanbu to leave such a big loophole, it's just that...he remembered everything too clearly.

"Don't come back again." He stood up, threw the hat into the river talking to himself, turned around, bit his lower lip hard, and left without looking back.

"Are you ready? Ranpo-kun." Dr. Mori put his hands in his pockets and asked with a tilted head while smiling, and at the same time stretched out his hand, towards Edogawa Ranbu who was striding forward.

Dazai's mindless kite-colored half-eyes were fixed on the silent Ranpo.

Mr. Ranpo... is not wearing a detective hat.

I gave up.

"Let's go." At some point, the boy's clear voice matured, and a thick substance covered the vocal cords, forcing it to make a broken and hoarse tone.

Ranpo held the hand offered by Mr. Mori without hesitation, and boarded the train leading directly to hell.

The small consulting room was left behind the three of them, and they were about to go to a more suitable residence for [abnormal].

Say goodbye to today's [ordinary], the door to the other world is opening.

Be it trust or betrayal, forget about it at this moment.Because in the dark, you only need to think about survival, and everything is just a little adjustment in the chaos.

Don't try to get salvation, don't have to bear the so-called fetters, everything is just a lie to deceive yourself and others.

Mr. Mori accepted the invitation of the boss of the port mafia to take care of the critically ill.

Probably... soon, the owner of that room will change.

Both Dazai and Ranpo clearly know the nature of the people they follow, which is enough to suppress the entire port mafia, far better than its blackness.

But at the same time, neither of them can express more fear or compassion.How can a person who doesn't even care about himself put others under his gaze?But an absurd paradox from the future.

It's not that I can't escape, I just don't want to escape.Dwellers of darkness cannot thrive in sunlight.Even if you should enjoy sunshine and rain, since you have come to Paradise, why bother to think about how to set foot on the road to the world.

Because Mr. Sen accepted them, in this darkness, they had a place to stay, so they stayed.

The crippled will minimizes the boy's desire to resist.

"Here, Mr. Ranpo." Dazai stepped forward a few steps, side by side with Ranpo, showing a rare warm smile, with a faint light called hope.He gently handed over a box.

Ranbu didn't even need to pick it up to know what it was.The irony almost penetrates the skin and bones, revealing sharp and manic.

Why bother?Why pray?It's just a joke.Especially when the protagonist is Osamu Dazai, everything is even more ridiculous.

The bandage-wrapped right hand lifted up to take over the box, but the other hand clenched tightly silently, piercing the palm, revealing a little bit of red plum.

"……thanks."

Bean paste dumplings.

It is very fragrant and soft, and even warm, which is what Ranpo will like.

The green eyes of the black-haired boy were half-opened, and the green slicked over. He threw the fragrant and soft bean paste dumpling to the feet of the wild dogs on the roadside without expression.

The merciless actions turned into black and white frozen images piercing Osamu Dazai's unnecessary desire and imprinted into the iris-colored pupils.

Embarrassment, anger, doubt?None of them seemed to bother Osamu Dazai, only knowing that he was stabbed by a cold sharp sword.

Because what Mr. Ranpo is doing is exactly what Osamu Dazai has been doing all along.

complain?to yourself...

The wild dog struggled to survive, it didn't care about what was being thrown, so it jumped on it frantically.

Luanbu stopped, stopped with Dazai, and narrated in a plain tone with meaning: "If I poison the food, the hungry wild dogs will eagerly send their precious lives. The stupidity of human beings is not much noble. If it is too fragile, even the value of destruction does not exist. Rather than relying on the charity of the walker, it is better to bite and fight, even if the posture is ugly, but this is exactly the life of a wild dog."

Dazai's pupils dilated for a moment, but he soon returned to his usual smile: "I...understand, thank you Mr. Ranpo for your teaching."

Luanbu nodded indifferently, and continued to walk forward without hesitation, the arc of the khaki shawl was neat and neat.

Dazai raised his hand subconsciously, but he could only stare blankly at the empty left hand.

The remaining tactile sensation at the fingertips told Dazai that the proud and self-willed genius in front of him had indeed changed.

A few days ago, Ranbu had never touched a gun, and his hands were smooth and smooth without any calluses.

The first time he fired the shot, the recoil concussed his right hand, and the bandage was wrapped around it, and the rough texture changed the subtleties.

Dazai should be happy, the concussion of Luanbu will leave that arm permanently wrapped in bandages, and they seem to be closer again, even if it's just clothes.

But...he couldn't be happy.

He clearly knew that even if his entire future was gambled, Osamu Dazai would never be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ranpo Edogawa again.

Proud geniuses never look back and reach out to the [betrayer].

From when Osamu Dazai took Edogawa Ranpo as a life-saving straw and desperately dragged the other party into the quagmire, all positive emotions were lost.

Ranpo Edogawa will not save Osamu Dazai, ever.The boy declared so, with a cold and decisive attitude.