Yokohama High School of Magic

Open the door, and the heat wave with the smell of gunpowder blows to your face.

Thick and intense smoke filled the entire Yokohama campus, and Megumi Fukuro, who opened the door at the first glance, covered his mouth and nose reflexively, coughed a few times, and the corners of his eyes were forced into rational tears by the thick smoke.

The sky was dark red, as if filled with blood.

The sound of the wings of the white dove surrounded the entire campus, together with the raging fire and the gradually weakening wails of the cursers.

The sound of cursing and wailing continued for a long time, Fu Heihui paused inaudibly, forcibly suppressed the urge to turn back, and ran towards the black building in sight.

The sound of explosions rang behind the ears from time to time, and the sound of bullets popping and boring has become the eternal background sound with the sound of white doves' wings.

Dodging all the shocks with difficulty, Fu Heihui stepped on the first steps of the black building.

"Stop! Who are you!!"

The angry shout of a female voice sounded together with the sound of guns being held.

Fu Heihui paused, then raised his head, in front of him was a woman in a suit with disheveled blond hair, covered in blood, one eye was soaked in blood and could not be opened, but she was holding a gun in both hands, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed steadily at him.

"Speak! If you don't answer within three seconds, I'll shoot!"

"..."

Fu Heihui gritted his teeth, and gave a 'tsk' in his heart, with his hands behind his back calmly, and quietly gestured for a jade dog.

The female enemy in front of me is unknown. Before calling out the jade dog, Fu Heihui asked in the roaring background sound: "I'm here to find Senior Edogawa, is Senior Edogawa here!"

The woman holding the gun in both hands was stunned for a moment, with an obvious shaken expression on her face, but even so, the muzzle of the gun aimed at Fu Heihui still did not move away.

"Who are you! Where is the evidence!"

"I'm in the first grade! Senior Edogawa said he wanted me to come to him!" Evidence...Fukuihui's thoughts turned quickly, and he grabbed the brooch from his pocket—the gemstone on the brooch had been broken, and only one was left Feathered base - he showed the base to the woman in front of him: "This! It's okay!"

Almost the moment Fu Heihui took out the brooch, the pupils of the blond woman were filled with water, she put down the muzzle of the gun neatly, and shouted with a choked voice: "Why did the support come!"

She wiped her face indiscriminately with her torn suit sleeve, the leaked cry disappeared, her gaze became calm again, and she turned sideways to reveal the door behind her.

"Hurry up! Mr. Ranpo is gone, Dazai-kun should know where he is, Oda-kun and Dazai-kun are in a stalemate with mimic on the first floor."

Fu Heihui stepped up the steps and rushed towards the door behind the woman.

The blond-haired woman ran to him to lead him the way. Even though she looked seriously injured, her running speed was not slow at all. Her voice followed the wind to Fu Heihui: "I haven't seen you before, you Is it an experimental subject?"

Fu Heihui pursed her lips, but did not answer.

Fu Heihui didn't answer, but the blond woman seemed to have misunderstood what he meant, her watery gaze was full of pain and self-blame.

She wiped her face indiscriminately, swallowed the choked sob in her throat, took a deep breath, raised her head again, and slammed open the door in front of her.

"Oda-kun! Dazai-kun! Support is here! He's looking for Ranpo—"

however.

The door was pushed open, and Higuchi Ichiyo's expression froze on his face.

The huge meeting room was peaceful to death.

The female's voice kept circling in the silent meeting room, and gradually weakened until it disappeared.

In front of the messy tables and chairs, the bandaged boy knelt beside the man in the sand-colored windbreaker, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

However, not knowing if it was an illusion, Fu Heihui always felt that the person's body seemed to be trembling slightly.

As if awakened by something, Higuchi Ichiyo suddenly ran towards the two of them, still searching for something in his pocket, and took out some medical supplies that seemed to be used to stop bleeding.

Fu Heihui also came to his senses, and ran forward, but the sight that caught his eyes made him freeze in place, suffocating for breath.

"Dazai..."

A faint voice resounded in the silent conference room, unusually clear.

"Oda Saku!" The bandage-covered boy's fingers were hurriedly jammed on Oda Sakunosuke's chest, his pale knuckles were soaked in red blood, his voice was visibly trembling and flustered, "Oda Saku, don't talk Here! Support is here."

Fukuro Megumi had never heard such a flustered tone from Osamu Dazai.

"First grade! Come and help!" Higuchi Kazuyo yelled at him, "Help him stop the bleeding!"

Megumi Fukuro came back to his senses suddenly, rushed to Oda Sakunosuke's side, and together with Dazai Osamu pressed the blood vessels near Oda Sakunosuke's chest, while Higuchi Kazuyo was beside him with trembling fingers but quickly wrapped them tightly with bandages.

However, no matter how many bandages Higuchi Ichiyo used, the bright red liquid would always spread over the edge of the white bandage until it was completely covered.

The bright red on the chest spread, but Oda Sakunosuke's complexion became paler.

Until Ichiyo Higuchi collapsed, threw himself on the ground, and hit the ground hard with both fists.

Her knuckles were dripping with blood in an instant, and the skin was broken, exposing the joints underneath, but she kept beating the ground, gritting her teeth, "Damn it! Damn it!!!"

The blood flow could not be stopped no matter what.

With the speed at which Oda Sakunosuke was bleeding, it was impossible for him to survive.

The tip of Fu Heihui's nose was covered with blood.

In the center of the reflected pupils, the man covered in blood slowly stretched out his hand to the boy on his lap.

In Fu Heihui's memory, there will always be a mocking and boring expression, like a boy who is expecting everything and lowering his head.

He was trembling all over, and the broken hair on the side of his face obeyed the pull of gravity, and fell downward, as if at this moment, he was completely abandoned by the world that he could never integrate into.

"Odasaku..."

Subtle crying and loneliness are intertwined at the end of his sentence. Listening carefully, there is still confusion and loneliness hidden.

"Feel sorry."

Even the man who had difficulty breathing showed a helpless smile, he raised his hand reluctantly, and gently placed the bandage on the side of Osamu Dazai's face.

"It's been a pain all along."

It was just a simple sentence, but it was difficult and slow for Oda Sakunosuke to say it.

"But, Dazai, if it's you, it doesn't matter which side it is, it's the same for you."

His complexion became paler and his lips had lost all blood, but there was still a helpless smile on his face.

"Dazai, please."

Oda Sakunosuke's fingers exerted their final strength.

"Stand by Natsume-sensei."

"Stay on the side of 'justice.'"

The bandages were scattered, revealing the kite-colored right pupil that had been covered in dust and was as heavy as mist.

"..."

The sand-colored windbreaker was soaked in bright red, and the man had already lost his breath.

Outside the meeting room, the sound of bombing continued.

In the conference room, it was as quiet as a silent funeral.

Osamu Dazai stared at his dead friend, numb and quiet.

Higuchi Ichiyo was already sobbing.

Fu Heihui just knelt on the spot in a daze, his pupils widened slightly.

How is it possible...Oda Sakunosuke obviously lived to the real 'now'...why is it in history

...history changed?He is late?

"……you."

Fu Heihui, who had no time to react, raised his head mechanically, and met a pair of dead iris pupils.

In Dazai Osamu's sight, the sadness in his heart gradually turned to a bone-chilling chill.

"You want to find Edogawa."

Osamu Dazai's voice was soft and indifferent, without any warmth.

Fu Heihui opened his mouth, his brain was in a mess of thoughts, and he couldn't figure it out at all. He could only barely grasp the words of Edogawa Ranpo's "find me in the past", hesitating indiscriminately nodded slightly.

Osamu Dazai laid Oda Sakunosuke very gently on the ground, and slowly stood up.

"Edogawa has no magic power, Fukuzawa will not let him stay here."

"..."

Fu Heihui didn't seem to react.

After a few seconds, his fingertips rolled up subconsciously, his pupils constricted, as if he had lost all his voice.

Edogawa Ranpo... no magic power...?

How can it be? !

That ability to read minds...!

He lowered his head abruptly and explored his memory. Every word Edogawa Ranpo said, every word resurfaced in his brain, and the words and sentences were reorganized and transformed.

Countless memories stopped at the last question.

"Why didn't Edogawa Ranpo just solve all this with a book"

—Because he can't use it at all.

Higuchi Kazuyo, who still had tears on his face, was stunned: "Mr. Ranpo..."

Ignoring the reactions of the two, Osamu Dazai had an indifferent expression and said in a calm voice, "There is an emergency passage under the clock tower, and he can only be around there now."

"But, I haven't seen you."

His pupils moved down, and his eyes quietly cast on Fu Heihui.

In the empty line of sight, Fu Heihui's body gradually became stiff with his thoughts mixed together, and a bone-chilling chill quietly rose.

"Since you are here, firstly, it means that you can at least come up with a token of Higuchi's trust, and secondly, it means that something happened to the revolution."

Osamu Dazai looked away indifferently, "During an accident, the highest priority must be guaranteed first, and everything else will be moved back temporarily.

"The most important thing now is to ensure that the 'book' can be delivered to Teacher Natsume."

The boy with hazy eyes was standing next to the body of Sakunosuke Oda at this moment, with a careful analysis, he was so numb and cold that it was weird.

It makes people subconsciously face inhuman fear.

Fu Heihui didn't look up, he forcibly suppressed the urge to hold his right wrist, and controlled himself not to show any extra abnormalities.

After quietly looking at the man on the ground with his eyes closed, who seemed to be just sleeping for a while, Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and took a step forward.

"Go to the library and rule out sudden changes."

He didn't look back, and walked towards the door of the meeting room step by step, wearing an overly long coat.

"anyway."

The voice obviously lacked any emotion, but it sounded like crawling out of an abyss.

"Let Natsume-sensei get the 'book' and change everything."

At the front of the meeting room, bullets were deeply embedded in the glass dial of the clock, and spider web-like cracks spread across it.

The hour hand on the clock had just passed eleven.