How I was forced to be the villain

There is a tense atmosphere in the mountain library, and the people inside are hurrying and looking serious.

From time to time, someone came out from the innermost place, explained something to the side, and left in a hurry.

The long oval table in the conference room was full of people, some people who could never sit and talk quietly like this.

The tranquility is only on the surface, and the undercurrent has already surged between them.

The Chief Farmer of the Ability Secret Service Division is on his own territory, but it can be seen from his muscles that have been tense since he entered here that he is not completely relieved.

He looked over one by one, each of them was a big figure who could shake the peaceful life in Yokohama, the port mafia, the armed detective agency, the bloodhound, and even the murder detective Ayatsuji pedestrians.

People who have not invited GSS know which side they are on.

Of course, it also includes the Chief Farmer himself. Being able to gather such a group of people together shows that that person is unusual.

Although they are sitting together, it is impossible for them to chat and laugh.

They only talked with their own people, and they all regarded other people as air.

Even the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the military and police are not completely in the same camp, let alone other things.What's more, everyone gathered today not to talk about the world, but to solve the sword of Damocles on everyone's head.

Although the farming chief advocated imprisonment, it is hard to say what other people here think of that person. Not everyone regards that person as an enemy.

Thinking of this, he suddenly choked up, not only the people here, even the military and police have turned their backs.

Is it really that attractive?

The farming chief showed hesitation.

Not only the Chief Farmer, but everyone here has their own plans.

The approaching footsteps were like drumsticks, hitting their hearts one after another.

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and the noisy voice just now was silent for a moment.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki appeared at the door first, and the situation inside made her pause for breath. When she came back to her senses, she bowed and stepped aside, revealing the person behind her.

The shackles collided rhythmically with his movements, making a clear sound.

His figure finally emerged from the shadows, appearing completely in front of everyone.

Some are on guard, some are calm, some have complex expressions, and some are faintly suppressing their excitement.

Jing Yeyan looked at the past one by one, and each face involved many memories.

Edogawa Ranpo stood up happily and waved to him; Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded; the homicide detective narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking; On the orange-red haired young man, Kyono Yan showed a clear look. Sure enough, Mr. Mori would not come to see him, he had usurped his position, but if he looked at Kyono Yan more, Mr. Mori might have trouble falling asleep.

"Mr. Kyano!" Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was standing beside Nakahara Nakaya, couldn't hold back his excited shout.

It was only after shouting that I remembered that this occasion was not right.

Jing Yeyan smiled at him, and then said to everyone: "Long time no see, everyone."

It wasn't until his voice actually reached their ears that everyone showed a sudden look.

——It turns out that he really didn't die!

Jing Yeyan looked around, and there was only one seat in the front, without hesitation, he walked over and sat down consciously.

Osamu Dazai was sitting on his left, and he deliberately moved his seat a little closer, with a relaxed and irrelevant expression on his face, so that people don't know what he is here for. He moved away and gave Osamu Dazai a hard look.

Ignoring their small movements, Jing Yeyan waved his baked hands to everyone, smiling: "It's not good for me to sit here."

It seems that everyone is his subordinate, which is obviously not in line with his position in this meeting.

Seeing him take it for granted, without the slightest sense of discomfort, everyone was speechless for a while, and they all sat there, what would they say hypocritically?

But it was indeed a seat reserved for him. Anyone who sat there would feel like being pricked by a needle. It happened to be given to him. I didn't expect him to be quite comfortable.

Edogawa Ranpo looked at the young man who wrote the word kindness on his face, and knocked on the table thoughtfully.

He has changed, if there is any specific change - it seems that he has broken free from some kind of shackles, and has become free and free, as comfortable as the breeze and the moon.There is a kind of wonderful open-mindedness, but it does not mean that he has become restrained, on the contrary, he is more arrogant, not annoying or fearful, wild and elegant.

Like a ray of wind in the sky, unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Not only one person thinks this way, the frailty of the body makes the young man more elegant, not as sharp as before, and his changes are visible to the naked eye.

It can't help but make people think deeply about what this person has experienced with Izanah, the goddess of life.

At first, everyone saw him shattered into scum with their own eyes, and they knew that there was no chance to swim in hell, but now, this guy pieced himself together, and crawled back from hell again!

Following his movements, everyone finally noticed the shackles on his body, and looked at the person who was still smiling, feeling a little uncomfortable for a while.

The high-spirited young man is chained like this, the calmer he is, the more uncomfortable it will be for others.

It's as uncomfortable as seeing a famous general lose his country and being ordered to lead a horse for an enemy general.

In any case, no one would think it was too much to treat ordinary prisoners, but if it was an admirable enemy, even if it was one of his own, if he humiliated the other party, people would look at him with anger.

The chief farmer inexplicably received several angry looks and was puzzled. He was about to draw their attention back to the business.

"According to the above, we will execute him."

In fact, the farming chief also found it ridiculous. Is that someone they said they could handle?Although he looks injured, it is obvious to all that he is recovering. For some reason, he is so obedient and shocking, but if he really wants to do something, it is not certain who will execute him.

There was some reason why he had to be caught by the Supernatural Secret Service.

As long as he thinks about this reason deeply, it makes people want to throw him out.

There must be a conspiracy!

But the above doesn't think so.

"I have a question. Does 'above' mean the Yokohama government?" Keinoyan raised his hand curiously, "But the Yokohama government was infiltrated by Gogol and me. I don't know how many people have infiltrated it. How can you be sure of this? 'Meaning' really means 'above'? What if someone wants to kill me and say that on purpose? Aren't you being used for nothing?"

This is too possible, people who want to kill him can line up from Yokohama to Hokkaido!

The farming chief was stunned for a moment.

Everyone froze for a moment.

The Yokohama government has been infiltrated into a sieve, but... don't expose people's shortcomings like this!

Chief Tantian was silent for a while, and decided to pretend he didn't hear, and continued: "But for various reasons, I still hope that everyone can discuss and decide on how to deal with Mr. Kyano."

Kyonoyan raised his hand again, "I..."

The farming chief gave him a hard look, and he withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

He was serious about making suggestions, and he really didn't come to make trouble.

"Pfft——" Osamu Dazai covered his mouth, and even Fukuzawa Yukichi had a smile in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Jing Yeyan felt that the atmosphere was incredible, and thought that they would come up and fight him desperately after seeing him.

Taking their reactions into his eyes, the farming chief began to suspect that he was the only one who was going to talk about things seriously.

"Ayan, the detective agency does not agree to the execution." Edogawa Ranpo took the lead in expressing his opinion, and Fukuzawa Yukichi did not object.

"No, if he gets out of control again, no one can fight him, execution is the best." Su Guang Tie Chang was the first to disagree. Although Tiao Ye Cai Ju beside him had a much more relaxed attitude, he did not speak out against it.

He supported Su Guang Tieshang's idea.

Jing Yeyan looked over, Tiaoye Caiju turned his head as if feeling something, the two confronted each other quietly for a while, and at the same time gave each other a smiling face.

One meditated on the old fox, and the other secretly scolded the little bastard.

"No, no one can touch him!" Nakahara Chuya's aura was full, and he immediately gave people a lot of pressure.

Ayatsuji pedestrian knocked down his bong, "If the world is destroyed, will you take the responsibility?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jingye Yan, who smiled gently at him.

Feelings are when he can't lift a knife anymore.

Both sides insisted on their opinions, and neither of them would give in. The farming chief pressed his forehead. He didn't invite them to quarrel!

Jing Yeyan knocked on the table with his fingers, "Everyone has their own ideas, arguing is just a waste of time, and it is of no value to continue arguing. The port mafia doesn't want me to die. Can the military and police kill me forcibly?" He looked at Suehiro Tiechang.

Suehiro replied straightforwardly: "Mori Ogai must really want to kill you."

But Tiaoye Caiju knew that if Zhong Yuanzhong didn't want him to die, it would be difficult for them to do it, because Jingyeyan itself was very strong.

Shrugging his shoulders, Kyono Yan looked at Ayatsuji Xingren: "The detective agency doesn't want to execute me, and Mr. Ayatsuji can't do it either. Anyway, I didn't commit a crime. Mr. Detective shouldn't do it himself. In order to solve the criminal, he became a criminal himself. Hell, who goes to hell'? Mr. Ayatsuji has such a big heart."

"Didn't you keep saying that I am no different from a criminal?"

Jingye Yan: ...I really don't give face.

He turned his head, "Big country exchanges are all about seeking common ground while reserving differences, and we don't have to be so tit-for-tat. Why don't we come up with a solution that satisfies both sides?"

The chief farmer felt that it was rare for him to get back to business, but in this case, the Supernatural Secret Service Division was not going to let go, that coveted supernatural ability—the one sitting here is a living treasure.

"Since there is a problem, it should be solved." Seeing everyone lost in thought, Jing Yeyan propped his face and looked at them with a smile.

He would say that, of course, because he already had the answer.

He glanced vaguely at Osamu Dazai next to him, and the reason why he had been keeping him by his side was to obscure the contributors to the organization and pass the credit on to him.

In this way, with multiple compromises, it can not only prove that he is really good-hearted, but also have an excuse to let him go.

Under everyone's gaze, Jing Yeyan said: "First, I will answer your questions about my loss of control again... don't worry, I don't have that ability anymore. In other words, all gods will die forever gone."

"Because when I die, God will die too."

He may not know what this means, but for some, his words confirm certain speculations.

For example, with his ability at the time, it would not be that difficult to take down Yokohama, and he would end up in such an end, saying that without his own leadership, it would be impossible.