[Comprehensive] The roommates are blowing up the house again today

The will of the world bent its index finger and tapped on the table.

The furniture in the wooden house disappeared instantly, replaced by a huge screen.

The screen emitted a strong white light, slowly extending from the ceiling, almost covering them in it.

The ever-extending bottom stopped at his waist height, Hasegawa Rin took a step back, half-closed his eyes, avoiding the too dazzling light.

From the upper left corner, the screen is divided into small screens, the white light gradually dims, and a familiar scene emerges on the small screen.

Hei Zizhe was also holding the basketball. Under the warm yellow street lights, he looked up at the swaying basket.

Echizen Ryoma pressed down on the brim of his hat, raised his racket, pointed at the boy on the opposite side of the net, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

A red-haired boy was kneeling in the center of the Zhuhe meeting place, and Zenitsu stood in front of Minami, preventing him from approaching the boy.

The great voyage was calm and calm, Luffy stood at the bow, holding a big fish still wagging its tail in his arms, smiling wantonly.

The human ant was cut off in the middle, Fei Tan looked gloomy, and slowly turned his head, as if looking towards the screen.

……

Hasegawa Rin has not been to many worlds, minus the ones that have been fused, there are even fewer that can be "destroyed" by him.

What's more, each of these worlds is a place where he really lived.

People who were born in darkness and grew up in darkness shouldn't care about these things.He can tell the importance, no matter how important he is to those worlds and those friends, Yokohama will always be the number one.

If there is really no other way.

His gaze swept across those screens one by one, paused for a moment, and then moved to the next one.

He will choose to bear this crime for Yokohama.

Like the famous trolley problem.

One side is a fusion world, and the other side is a world ready for destruction.

He pulls the lever, choosing between the two.

But if changing the direction of the tram is not the only solution.

Rin Hasegawa held the black necklace around his neck.

The trolley problem has no other options, but he can.

"If you have a hard time making a choice, you might as well leave it to me." Kuroro suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts.

He reached out and touched one of the screens lightly.

The picture on the screen produced a huge vibration in an instant, and the expressions of the people in the picture changed immediately.

Rin Hasegawa breathed heavily, stepped forward and pinched his wrist, pulling him away from the screen.

"What are you going to do?"

Kuroro didn't care: "It's just five worlds, it's easy to handle."

Rin Hasegawa opened his eyes wide.

"If you don't want to do it, we can help you. After that," Kuroro appeared in his hand with a book transformed from the ability to read, and opened a page to him, "I can erase this memory of yours."

"Yes, then everything will return to the original state, Rin, you can always be with us." Tong Mo smiled and pointed to his eyes, "The brigade has always reserved your place."

Rin Hasegawa froze for a moment, looking into his eyes.

Only then did he realize that there was an inconspicuous number "12" engraved on the back of that tiny spider.

The position of number four is probably still vacant.

Hasegawa Rin looked at Kuroro with complicated emotions.

Kuroro smiled: "Your tattoo is still there."

He seemed completely unaware of the current situation, and touched his lower back with his fingers.

Hasegawa Rin shook off him, frowned and retreated: "Don't worry, I will wash it off."

"So... have you chosen?" World Will tapped his wrist impatiently, as if urging him.

Rin Hasegawa raised the corners of his mouth and grabbed the pendant: "I will not destroy any world."

The will of the world held onto the edge of the screen: "Oh? If you don't destroy it, how do you get a new life?"

"Someone has helped me destroy it."

Rin Hasegawa chuckled: "I'm afraid there are far more than five worlds destroyed by Bailan."

The will of the world was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed heartily: "Are you kidding me? Their destruction is their business, and it has nothing to do with you."

Rin Hasegawa shrugged: "Why has nothing to do with me, we are together."

He shook the pendant in his hand: "Come and have a look, a token of our cooperation."

The will of the world stopped smiling and did not approach him: "Since we are together, why do you still want to control me over the world?"

"We only cooperate in one aspect. And..." Rin Hasegawa spread his hands and walked towards him, "Who said I came to ask you to take control."

The will of the world raised its arms and put away the screen, staring at him vigilantly.

Hasegawa Rin's tone was relaxed: "I'm here to snatch it."

The will of the world took a step back, swiped his right hand in the air, the surrounding space changed again, and the light disappeared.

Rin Hasegawa stopped, without any panic in his heart.

A tiny light source lights up ahead.

The light source gradually expanded, outlining the shape of a door.

"It depends on whether you can grab it or not." The voice of the will of the world is ethereal, echoing in the small space.

Rin Hasegawa smiled silently, stepped forward, and pushed open the door.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time." Brandon Jesso walked in from the door.

He was wearing a slim white suit, as if he had come to a banquet.

The door of the church closed automatically after he entered. Bai Lan stood there and waited for a while, and then slowly walked towards the long table in the center after the door was completely closed.

This is a complete church.

Looking down from the air, this towering building is really conspicuous in the dilapidated Yokohama.

The outstretched wings were quietly closed, Bai Lan patted the non-existent dust, looked at the interior of the church, and bent his eyes: "You guys bothered to invite me."

There were ten people sitting around the long sandalwood table, all dressed in formal attire.

Bai Lan glanced around and sat down at the end of the table, with skillful movements, as if reuniting with an old friend.

Dazai Osamu, Mori Ogai, Edogawa Ranpo, Saiki Kusuo, Sawada Tsunayoshi, reborn, Rokudokoku, Kudo Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito, Tsukishima Hotaru.

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on his hands and said with a smile: "After all, it's the only time, so you have to prepare carefully."

Bai Lan nodded in understanding: "Well - it's the last supper."

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at Bai Lan, his voice was gentle, but his smile didn't reach his eyes: "There are twelve disciples, and it's always not good to be missing one."

"Don't worry, Gang, Fyodor will be here soon." Bai Lan rested her chin on one hand, "Besides, 'Jesus' hasn't arrived yet."

"I thought you would bring me here, and I'm a partner after all." Fyodor pushed the door open, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

"I believe you will find a way to come here." Bai Lan smiled back at him, pulling away the empty chair beside her.

Fyodor sighed: "It's late, even the location has been clearly arranged."

"This is specially set aside," Tsukishima Hotaru raised her eyebrows, "I thought they would pick a position for you that you are satisfied with."

"We didn't choose this," Mori Ogai said, "Mr. Dostoevsky chose it himself."

"Eh——really." Bai Lan said meaningfully, "Then why can't I choose myself?"

Kuroba Kaito: "After all, you are late. If you come earlier next time, you may be able to choose a seat."

Bai Lan narrowed her eyes: "So there will be a next time."

Edogawa Ranpo simply said, "No more."

Saiki Kusuo: "After all, holding such a banquet is too troublesome."

reborn: "Even if we don't care, 'Jesus' won't be able to stand it."

Bai Lan "suddenly realized": "It turned out to be Mr. Jesus' problem."

Liudaoku: "Judas really doesn't care about Jesus at all."

"You misunderstood," Fyodor said, "it's just a different form of concern."

……

It is said that three women make one play, but when these twelve men get together, it is not a matter of several plays.

This is a series that can talk about a hundred and eighty episodes.

Candles were lit around the church at some point, casting ghostly shadows on the walls.

The sandalwood long table was still empty, as if waiting for the arrival of the last guest.

Twelve people gathered around the table talking and laughing happily, in a harmonious way, but their expressions were dimmed in the dim light.

The dull bell rang twelve times, and the church was instantly silent.

Water droplets hit the stained glass, making tiny sounds.

The smell of seawater squeezed in from the cracks in the wall, spread out little by little, and infiltrated the entire church quietly.

The door made an old sound.

Twelve people looked up at the same time, looking at the figure that appeared at the door.

Bai Lan chuckled and said, "Jesus is here."

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