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"What's going on here??!"

Kunikida Doppo's exclamation came from the open field.

Atsushi Nakajima looked to the left, then to the right, and his gaze was fixed on Kunikida Doppo. The little tiger who just joined the Armed Detective Agency not long ago was startled and his hairs exploded.

"Mr. Kunikida, where is this place?"

Atsushi Nakajima glanced down. He had neither a kettle nor documents in his hand.

He clearly remembered that everyone in the Armed Detective Agency was discussing a case, and it was just time to make a cup of tea. When he came back, everyone disappeared.

Mr. Kunikida, Mr. Ranpo, the president, Dazai-san, Tanizaki-kun...everyone is gone.

Then, even he came to this strange place.

Is it the enemy's ability?

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his body and observed the surrounding situation vigilantly:

They are in a wide plain, not far away are trees, on the flat grass, chickens looming in the grass, three or two sheep are gnawing the grass comfortably, black and white cows are mooing, buttocks The rear tail flicks from time to time.

His intuition told him that this place was definitely not an illusion.

When he saw the river not far away, Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, "Then, what is there?"

Something was undulating under the surface of the river, and a series of bubbles bubbled out of the water.

"Is it the enemy? Or..." Atsushi Nakajima looked at the scene with a strong sense of sight, and had a vague guess in his heart.

Under the eyes of these two people, a piece of bandage floated up to the surface of the water.

"It's Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima sighed, resigned himself to his fate, and grabbed the bandage to fish out Osamu Dazai who was soaked in the river.

After Osamu Dazai was fished out, small water splashed out of his mouth, sat up, and greeted with a smile:

"Kunikida-kun, Atsushi-kun, good afternoon."

"Tai-zai-you bastard!" Kunikida Doppo rolled up his sleeves, and gave Osamu Dazai a slap on the head, "Does suicide happen regardless of the occasion?!"

"It hurts, Kunikida-kun," Dazai Osamu complained tearfully, holding the bag on his head, "I obviously did a good job of investigating."

"But the river here is so~clear. If you die embracing this kind of river, you can commit suicide refreshingly and full of vigor." Osamu Dazai crossed his arms and looked at the clean river reluctantly. Kunikida Dragging away by the collar.

He curled up his index finger, licked the remaining water stains carefully, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

He has tasted the water of every river in Yokohama, and this place has absolutely no junction with Yokohama.

"Where are the president and Ranpo-san?" Kunikida Doppo took out his notebook and subconsciously began to worry.

Even Dazai has come here, so everyone in the Armed Detective Agency...

"Hey, Kunikida~ look here."

Hearing the sound, the three raised their heads subconsciously. On the hillside, there was the calm-looking white-haired president, Mr. Ranpo sitting cross-legged on the hill, the Tanizaki brothers and sisters, and Ms. Yosano, playing with a black cat Kenji and Kyoka each held an apple and gnawed it quietly.

At this point, the two groups of the Armed Detective Agency finally joined together.

"Dazai, isn't even your ability effective?"

"Unless you touch the body, you won't be able to remove this ability."

Osamu Dazai touched many things, but none of them actually disappeared.

"Well, but it's quite fun here." Junichiro Tanizaki pulled out a wooden sword out of thin air.

"Hey, Tanizaki-kun, is this also your superpower?" Atsushi Nakajima turned pale with shock.

"You should explore this world well," Junichiro Tanizaki looked at Atsushi Nakajima, who was bewildered, "Atsushi, let me ask you, what did you think of when you first saw these trees?"

"Naturally?"

"Wrong!" Tanizaki Junichiro made a big fork on his chest, "Of course the tree must be cut down first."

In such games, there is a universally recognized truth, that is:

To get rich, first pluck the tree

"Interesting~" Dazai Osamu had already taken the wooden sword and wooden ax that Junichiro Tanizaki gave to everyone, and put them in his backpack, his eyes sparkled, "It's super~ interesting."

When you have no clue about this world, exploring it seems to be a good choice.

Kunikida Doppo focused on digging on the ground, as if he wanted to dig a passage through it, while Fukuzawa Yukichi held the wooden ax in his hand, and with a flash of his figure, he slashed towards the tree.

The speed, swiftness and precision of the swordsman were brought into full play by him.

The wooden ax flashed in front of the tall trees, and the solid wooden cube fell to the ground.

Tanizaki Junichiro and Edogawa Ranpo are holding a toolbox made of wooden cubes, putting in raw materials and fiddling with enthusiasm.

Stone bricks, furnaces, torches, buttons, sticks, wooden doors, chests, stone swords, iron manuscripts...

Boxes and boxes filled with odds and ends.

And Atsushi Nakajima tried to start building a small house with a group of blocks that were too many to overflow.

"Atsu-kun~Come on!" Sitting in the shadow, Osamu Dazai slowly raised his voice to cheer up Atsushi Nakajima.

Suddenly, Fukuzawa Yukichi's gaze froze, and he looked towards the shadow of the forest.

There, a few figures walked out slowly.

Mori Ogai was playing with his own scalpel in his hand, and beside him was Alice in a red dress. A little behind him, Nakahara Chuya, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Ozaki Koyo and other people with different abilities lined up.

Both sides were on guard at the same time, and the supernatural power appeared silently. Under the tense atmosphere, the two sides were on the verge of firing.

"Good afternoon, Sir Silver Wolf." Mori Ogai took the lead to break the silence.

"Doctor Sen, have you been brought here too?"

"Yeah, speaking of which, I still have a lot of documents that haven't been corrected." Mori Ogai tapped his head with a silver scalpel in distress.

He looked at Dazai Osamu, and his expression became serious, "This time, there is big trouble."

Even Dazai's supernatural ability was brought here?

Anyway, still have to...

"Come and see what I dug up!" In the middle of the confrontation between the two organizations, the clod of soil loosened, and Kunikida Doppo revealed his head.

He held up the gleaming gold rough cube in his hand, and even his voice was trembling, "There is so much gold, and there are still diamonds the size of my palm underneath."

Everyone in Port Mafia: !

Although their port, Mafia, is strong, and the treatment for supernatural beings, especially cadres, is particularly good, but such a big gold, such a big diamond! If this is used as a temptation, it is completely qualified!

Mori Ogai looked at the big gold in Kunikida Doppo's hands, and he had automatically calculated its value in his heart. He covered his thumping chest: This, is this the feeling of heartbeat?

Members of the Armed Detective Agency:!

Everyone present, except Osamu Dazai, has never seen such a big gold. Atsushi Nakajima withdrew his beastly palm and took out a pickaxe from his backpack. Junichiro Tanizaki stood silently beside the toolbox. Wake up, it's time to start playing the gold miner game.

"Cough," Mori Ogai coughed, "Since we were brought into this world together, we have a temporary enemy."

"Your Excellency Fukuzawa, how about we coexist peacefully for the time being?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded and agreed to the cooperation.

......

after an hour.

Everyone sat in rows, looking at the burning furnace in front of them.

Moments later, everyone was content to harvest a large gold nugget.

What they enjoy more is not getting gold nuggets, but the pleasure of digging out gold nuggets.

Getting rich manually is indeed a wonderful experience.

Mafia, the port where gold nuggets were dug together, and the Armed Detective Agency seem to have some kind of revolutionary friendship, and the feeling of tension between each other has also faded a lot.

During this period of time they explored a lot of places, but still had no clue.

About how they came here, who brought them here, what kind of place this is, and what kind of supernatural power the other party has, all of this is unknown.

The sun has moved from the top of the head to the west, and the light is slightly dimmed, and it will soon be sunset.

To be on the safe side, Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency got together.

There was a bonfire around them. Fukuzawa Yukichi took the beef, mutton, chicken, and rabbit meat obtained from hunting and placed them on it, waiting quietly for the bonfire to roast them.

The pieces of meat burned by the flames sizzled, and the aroma of the barbecue floated in front of everyone present.

The beeping sound of burning wood in the flames, the sizzling sound of barbecue, the gentle and long cry of cattle and sheep, in the golden sunset, beside the warm campfire, they enjoyed the rare comfort and beauty.

Osamu Dazai was lying on his back on the soft grass with his hands under his head, and Nakahara Nakahara was fascinated by the fire.

Akutagawa thought he had quietly moved to the port Mafia where he was closest to Mr. Dazai, his pale face flushed with satisfaction.

Nakajima Atsushi watched eagerly as the president turned the barbecue, Izumi Kyoka sat beside him obediently with her knees hugged, and Osaki Momiji looked at the little Kyoka softly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi focused on turning over the grilled meat, while Mori Ogai cooperated and made cuts on the grilled meat with a scalpel.

This is a rare beautiful twilight without having to consider complicated gains and losses, difficult political positions, and a crisis-ridden urban environment.

Two groups of people who had met each other staggered, either sitting or lying down, and briefly handed over their backs to each other.

Even if they know that when they leave this magical place, it's time to switch sides again.

In the quiet environment, someone's stomach growled, and then, as if something had been caused, the stomach growled one after another.

They've been busy all afternoon, and it's time to enjoy the fruits of their hard work.

Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi distributed the grilled meat to their members.

The meat is grilled just right, the edges are slightly charred, and the whole is golden brown. When you bite down, the skin that touches the teeth is the crispy skin. After the skin is bitten off, it is the tender and juicy inside.

Everyone ate deliciously until their belly rounded and they couldn't take another bite of barbecue. Then they took out the rightly roasted potatoes from the furnace, slowly peeled off the skin, and ate one bite at a time. It has a sweet and mellow taste.

When everyone was full and even started to think about building a house, a pair of purple eyes appeared in front of them.

It was a slender figure of more than 3 meters, holding a small cube with glazed luster in his arms, standing on the hillside not far from them, staring at them quietly.

It opened its mouth and made a vague sound.

Seeing that brightly glowing cube, everyone was shocked. Something in the dark told them that it was it, and the key point to break the game was that cube.

"Put this thing down!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke's black cloth swept up instantly, and the monster quickly dodged ten meters away.

The crowd dispersed tacitly, and began to round up the target that appeared suddenly.

Edogawa Ranpo accurately reported the next location of the flash, and Nakahara also drove the gravity to freeze the speed at which the black figure flashed.

Under the shield of Junichiro Tanizaki's "Xiyuki", Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and grasped the cube that was no bigger than his palm.

With a burst of dazzling white light, the bright light engulfed everyone present.

"Dun, Dun, wake up."

Atsushi Nakajima was awakened by shaking his shoulders.

He thought of something, and sat up suddenly, "Mr. Dazai, we just..."

"Dun-kun, why did you fall asleep? We haven't woken up after calling you for a long time." Osamu Dazai accused him with a serious face, "It's too rude, Aunt-kun, to fall asleep in front of the president."

"Ah, I'm sorry, actually I just had a dream..." Atsushi Nakajima hurriedly apologized, looking at the other people whose faces remained unchanged, feeling lost.

He unconsciously touched his pocket, but found a small wooden sword.

"Huh? Eh??? Isn't it a dream?"

As if realizing something, Nakajima Atsushi turned his head to look at Dazai-kun who had a serious face just now.

At this moment, he turned his back to himself, his shoulders twitched, and he laughed vaguely.

"Too----jae----first----born! It's too much!"

Yokohama, Port Mafia

That strange world seems to be a dream, after waking up from the dream, there is no trace, except...

"Huh? There is a small wooden sword?" Mori Ogai took out a small delicate wooden sword from his pocket.

It was the scaled-down version they used in the first place.

And the people who went to that strange illusion together also found small wooden picks or small axes in their pockets.

So Zhongyuan Zhong also took out his pocket.

His fingers seemed to have touched some hard object, and Zhong Yuanzhong also paused.

He took out the contents of his pocket:

It was a gold nugget the size of a finger.

Looking at the wooden swords in the hands of his colleagues, and then at the gold nuggets in his own hands.

A question mark slowly appeared above Zhongyuan Zhongye's head:

What is a piece of gold in my pocket?