All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Kunikida Doppo was at a loss, he looked at Mr. Ranpo who was standing there, and then at the back of Dazai leaving.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Edogawa Ranpo held a milk lollipop in his mouth, opened his hat with his fingertips, and narrowed his eyes again, "It's the prisoner, the prisoner."

No matter how you look at the two words "by your side" and "huge monster", you can't get a specific image of the murderer, right?

Kunikida hesitated a bit.

"Go back first." Edogawa took the lead and walked ahead, "I don't know how to take the subway alone."

He walked forward without looking back, "Are you worried about Dazai? Don't worry, he can take care of it."

Osamu Dazai can indeed solve it. To be precise, he is already standing outside the building where the murderer hides.

The previous conversation with Mr. Ranpo made him affirm his guess - the ability given to people by the arrow is not a supernatural ability, but another ability called a substitute.

There are three key factors to trigger the substitute ability: [-]. The object; [-]. The death of the person holding the object; [-]. The object is around and witnesses the death of the holder.

The disappearance of Chuya and the others is due to this.

The hideout is in a rented area mixed with fish and dragons. Most of the people here are people from the gray area. Some of them are swindlers, some are engaged in skin and meat business, and they only stay here. There is no place for them in the glamorous society.

Osamu Dazai stuck to the door and listened with bated breath.

There was no movement in the house, only the noise of the water pipes overhead.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai took out the two wires he picked up on the road just now from his pocket.

"No challenge, this door." Osamu Dazai moved his wrist slightly, and the door opened.

"Oh? Is that so?" The man sitting across from the door wiped the gun in his hand, raised his ordinary, featureless face without a trace of panic.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand: "Murata Hera?"

Where Osamu Dazai couldn't see, the yellow and purple double slowly danced its tentacles, and the slime slipped from its suction cups, each of which was an eye.

It was so big that it could almost cover the entire room, but Osamu Dazai didn't have the slightest mood swings and emotional changes.

Murata Ping decided almost instantly that the other party was an ordinary person who did not have the ability to stand in.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and he deducted the insurance: "Yes."

In the next second, sparks flashed and gunshots rang out!

"boom--"

Central Plains is also almost exhausted patience.

The "Sigong Mother" in front of him has been pulling him to chatter for ten minutes. If the content is related to their escape from the supernatural space, it's fine, but the other party only talks about a few things about A She back and forth, which is even more excessive. Yes, after talking about several different events, the rest are repetitions.

Like a repeater.

If Zhongyuan Zhongye has been exposed to more games, then a word must pop up in his mind now: NPC.

"Has A She gone to play with Xiaochun again? The elders in the family must be talking about him again?" Sigong's mother looked worried, completely like a loving mother who is full of children——

If it wasn't the fourth time she said it.

Zhong Yuanzhong has also comforted her three times. The first few times he thought that the other party had a bad memory and a bit of amnesia, and he always forgot the questions he asked.But for the third time, he found that the repeated words of the other party were exactly the same as the previous two times, even the punctuation marks, sentence pauses, and yin and yang setbacks were all the same.

This is kind of scary.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to be like a repeater.

Even the movements of the arms, the arc of the head, and the frequency of blinking seemed to remain unchanged.

Like a robot.

Nakahara Chuya's hairs stood on end, he shook his wrist, trying to shake off the hand of the guy in front of him.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to stay with me anymore?" Sigong's mother, who kept repeating her words, finally seemed to have inspired other programs, and suddenly raised her head. The crimson glass ball rolled numbly in the eye sockets, heading towards the direction of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned pale. He didn't understand how the psychology in his heart that seemed to be brushed by a brush stained with mucus came about. If he understood the uncanny valley effect, he might be able to react immediately——

The woman in front of her was exactly like a human being, but she really didn't look like a human being.

"Don't you want to stay with me anymore? Don't you want to stay with me anymore? Don't you want to stay with me anymore..." Words came out of the woman's mouth endlessly, and her hand tightly grabbed Nakahara Nakaya wrist, "Are you leaving? Are you leaving the Shinomiya house? I don't want to be alone..."

Blood flowed from the corner of her lips, and the woman's voice became hoarse, like metal being polished on the sand, making the scalp numb.

Nakahara Chuya has always been a gentleman and patient with ladies, otherwise he wouldn't have repeated the damned words three times here, but the guy in front of him is obviously no longer a lady... No, to be more precise, it is no longer the category of human beings.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists and struggled hard. The strength in his hands disappeared instantly, but the sense of restraint still existed. He lowered his head and took a closer look.

The woman's hand, which was full of pinholes and bruised and purple, which is typical of infusion patients, was still tightly held on his wrist.

Only hands.

The hand was broken from the wrist bone, and there was no trace of blood at the fracture, only silk-like flocs, and the remaining arm was still firmly attached to the woman's shoulder, as if nothing had happened.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a second, and then he pulled off the iron-like hand on his wrist, his face was ugly, he just lifted his foot to leave, but found that the shoe seemed to be stuck to the floor, and he couldn't move at all.

It turned out that at some point, the floor of the room was like plant vines, firmly binding his feet.

With his mind spinning wildly, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the big hole that swallowed him in the study, and instantly came to a conclusion.

——This house is alive!

He bent sideways, took out the dagger by his leg, a flash of silver light cut off the "hand".

The sticky nausea on the back of the hand disappeared instantly.

The shackles on the ground were crushed by his foot. He dodged somersault to avoid the oncoming electric light, kicked back and kicked the light tube back.

"Crack!" The light tube hitting the wall made a muffled sound, followed by melting into the wall bit by bit.

The orange hair fell slowly, Nakahara Nakaya's fingertips slid, between the fingers of the black glove, the light of the knife was like the shadow of the moon, sliding like flowing water.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Everything in front of him, including the ground under his feet, was an enemy, but at this moment, he raised the corners of his mouth:

"If it's deciphering, it's really not what I'm good at, but since we're going to fight..."

Scarlet murderous intent flitted across his blue sea-like eyes.

"Have you figured out how to die?"

The author has something to say: 1. There are occasions where there is no Sigong She.

2. After typing the last sentence, I suddenly remembered a bunch of anime

A world without dirty jokes

Only cities where I don't exist

......