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The street lights flickered for a moment.

Xuejian Weizhi glanced subconsciously, the white moth collided with the hot lamppost, and the charred moth's body fell like a sheet of off-white paper, as fragile as a rolled-up pencil shavings.

She was alone in the empty street, and in the distance, in the knee-deep weeds, there was the rustling movement of wild cats running past, and the golden vertical pupils drew an arc in the air.

The stars and the moon are hidden in the sky, so dark that no light can be seen.

"Ten little curse spirits, their heads were round and cut with a knife; their heads were gurgling and running, and there were only nine left out of ten. Nine little curse spirits tripped and fell on the ground; with a bang, their brains were broken, and only eight remained of the nine. Eight little ones Curse spirits, burn their buttocks and jump into the river; poor ghosts can't swim, only seven out of eight... two little curse spirits, rock-scissors determines life and death; Poor Du Miao Miao; I can't wait to run away, and there is no one left."

The black-haired girl hummed a weird self-written nursery rhyme as she strolled through Yokohama, which was eerily quiet.

As she walked in, drops of blood slid down the scabbard and formed a line on the ground.

The man and woman who had an affair hiding behind the tree were frightened into a cold sweat. The two of them grabbed the tree trunk to see Xue Jianweizhi go away, and fled back to the hotel.

Mother!They don't come out in the middle of the night looking for excitement anymore!There are ghosts, there are really ghosts!

The 24-hour convenience store on the street emits warm yellow lights. Yukimi Mie glanced at the Tsurumaru Kuninaga in his hand, and said in "The clerk will think I am here to rob the police with a knife and arrest me" and "Everyone What's the big deal if everyone from Yokohama carries a knife?" Hesitating for a moment, he walked into the convenience store frankly.

The big deal is that she is a dedicated coser who came out late at night to practice in order to become a blockbuster at the comic exhibition. The blood on the knife is just a little more realistic tomato juice.

Zhizhi walked into the open automatic door with a dignified and upright face. As expected, the clerk sister did not make a fuss, and smiled very gently:

"Welcome. Guest, we provide free paper towels here. Would you like to use them to wipe the blood off your face?"

As expected of you, a veteran Yokohama native.

Yukimi Mie unwrapped the wet tissue, and wiped off the blood that was accidentally splashed on the side of his face little by little in front of the mirror.

The sister of the clerk on the night shift quietly observed the only customer in the store.

The girl who entered the store with a knife was astonishingly beautiful. Her bones were clearly weak and sickly, but her whole body was covered with a murderous intent.The blood splashed on half of her profile face did not damage her beauty. The shocking contrast between blood and white made her breathless, as if her heartbeat was taken by a demon, and she couldn't look away.

"You," the clerk's sister unconsciously used honorifics, "are you a member of Mafia at the port? You've been getting off work late recently, and the work is really hard."

Mafia has no conscience at all for asking her beautiful sister to work overtime until late at night, and not providing supper for people to come to the convenience store to buy fast food!

Xuejian · Port Mafia's nemesis Weizhi: "That's right, I am a member of Port Mafia who abuses child labor, works overtime, does not buy insurance for employees, and the leader is a perverted child-female control."

"Are my colleagues getting off work late too?" Xue Jian Weizhi folded her hands, resting her chin on the back of her hands, and said cutely, "Is something wrong?"

"You're joking, I just work more night shifts, and I happened to meet a man in a black suit with a gun to buy a self-heating bento." The clerk sister made a cup of strong coffee and handed it to Zhi Zhi, with a heart drawn on the coffee Latte art.

Shocked by the bitter taste of coffee at close range, Zhi Zhi threw seven sugar cubes into the cup and stirred them calmly. Even so, she couldn't help but put on the pain mask when she took the first sip.

Is it because the milk tea is not standing high enough?It’s the same insomnia all night, isn’t peach oolong a hundred times better than black coffee?

"There was an orange-haired gentleman last time," the clerk sister was obviously impressed, "he came to buy hot milk alone late at night, and I remember very clearly how he was shocked when he received a phone call. I vaguely heard him say that Yokohama seems to be Someone broke in."

Yukimi Mieda understood: Probably because he hasn’t given up hope of growing taller, and no matter how many times he is hit, he still firmly believes that he is still in the growth stage. You are too embarrassed to ask the secretary to buy milk for him, so you sneaked to the convenience store by yourself.

"Guest." The black-haired girl bit her fingertips lightly, "Zhijun seems to know the news much earlier than the port Mafia, um..."

Zhizhi has never doubted the ability of the two script masters of the detective agency, but the ability of port Mafia, the leading organization in Yokohama, to collect information should not be underestimated. There is only one possibility that Osamu Dazai knew the next plot so much earlier than them. :

——It was planned by him.

Well, there is no need to doubt that compared to guarding Mafia, the port of Yokohama, their armed detective agency is like a villain.

"Zhikun asked me to stay in Yokohama, saying that something interesting would happen." Yukimi Mie had an ominous premonition.

It is true that she and Osamu Dazai are good friends, but they are also bad friends.

Evil friend, cheating you without discussing.

This had to remind Yukimi Mie of the detective agency meeting this morning.

"Suicide of supernatural beings." In the dark room, only the projector cast PPT, and Kunikida held the pointer and explained one by one, "Similar incidents have occurred in many countries so far, and the common feature is that they suddenly rise to the sky. In the thick fog, all signals are cut off, and after the fog clears, the ability user will die in the form of being killed by his own ability."

The ice-type power user was pierced through the chest by an ice blade, and the card-type power user was nailed to the wall by a card... PPT pages were turned over, and finally it was frozen on the file interface of a man with white and long hair.

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the Code Collector, is currently the most likely behind-the-scenes mastermind."

The members of the detective agency listened very carefully, excluding Dazai Osamu, who fled work because of fish, and Oda Sakunosuke, who went on a business trip to Hokkaido and brought his children on a public trip.

Yukimi Mieda was sitting next to Edogawa Ranpo playing Lianliankan. She was just about to press a pair of cats and cats to eliminate them when the safe smashed the table.

"Ranpo, what are you doing?" Yukimi Mie looked at Edogawa Ranpo who put potato chips, thick snacks, chicken cakes and wave soda into the safe strangely, and asked worriedly, "Yokohama is going to be destroyed ?"

Edogawa raised his head suddenly in disorder, his eyes were shocked: How do you know?

"It's too obvious." Zhizhi commented, "You only lock the snacks in the safe when you are fleeing——Is Yokohama really going to be destroyed?"

"No, no." Edogawa shook his head in random steps, talking about him from left to right, "Where's my chocolate? Did Zhizhi steal it again?"

"I obviously ate it openly." Yukimi Mie peeled another piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth, before stuffing the remaining half box into Edogawa Ranpo's safe, "If you don't say it, don't say it, you tonight The supper is mine."

Zhizhi thought that Ranpo would be shocked and hurriedly refused, and exchanged his little secret for the hostage supper, but Edogawa Ranpo nodded indifferently.

Zhizhi: You are not really walking around!Say, where did that Luanbu who would rather die for a piece of strawberry cake go? !

No one can make Edogawa Ranpo give up his supper, especially the "supper Fukuzawa Yukichi specially bought for him", no one.

Unless, Fukuzawa Yukichi [won't] buy them supper tonight.

In other words, you can't buy it.

"So that's how it is." Seeing Weizhi's indifferent face, Xue said, "It's no wonder that Zhijun started to disappear in the morning, and he hugged the safe and refused to let go. I dare say that these two friends have already finished reading the script."

Don't you still love Buteiren?Don't you play with Zhizhi when you sneak away?

Xue Jian Weizhi decided to buy two rice balls and go home. She pushed away the coffee cup that was still warm, and went around to the back shelf to pick out rice balls under the instructions of the clerk's sister.

"Take a salmon and take a tuna mayonnaise." Listening to the brainwashing of dog curly salmon and salmon every day, Yukimi Mie's preference for rice balls was completely misled.

She hesitated to buy another plum rice ball, but when she reached out, she touched a cloud of mist.

Silently, the fog passed through the gaps between the shelves, covering the sky and the sun.

There is a vast white mist in the eyes.

Visibility is extremely low.Xuejian Weizhi tore off the gauze from his left eye, and the bright red pupil of insight looked around, and the black-haired girl called softly: "Sister clerk?"

No one answered.

There is no life sign of a living person in the pupil, Yukimi Mie walked around the shelves in the mist to the checkout counter, holding the coffee cup with residual temperature on the bar.

She took a sip of coffee with too much sugar, and wiped the screen of the phone with her thumb, not unexpectedly seeing the blocked signal.

"The vast majority of people have disappeared." Through the glass automatic door of the convenience store, there are very few vital signs representing the living in the eyes of insight. Since he did not see the corpse, Yukimi chose to "disappear" instead of " death" to describe.

"Most people disappeared, and a small number of people stayed. According to the ratio..." Xuejian Weizhi nodded seriously, "Sure enough, it is a special treatment for the protagonist."

Scattered gunshots rang out in the distance, and it was obvious that there were not just one "protagonist", but quite a number of them.

Yokohama has the most supernatural beings, which happens to be related to the "suicide incident of supernatural beings" that Doppo Kunikida brought to everyone's attention in the morning.

In this regard, Xuejian Weizhi only has one question: "What does the team building activities of supernatural beings have to do with my conjurer?"

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"Think about it." Zhizhi comforted herself, "Maybe the magicians are still there, let's build a team and have fun together, regardless of you and me."

With some kind of ominous premonition, Xue Jian Weizhi rushed to the nearest conjurer patrol spot.

She knocked on the door and saw: there were four stools in the room, four cups of hot tea, a deck of playing cards, and the spell tools used as bets were piled on the ground. Quietly say hello to Zhizhi.

Conjurers: We also disappeared, are you surprised or surprised?

Xue Jian Weizhi's heart ached, and his heart ached for this world aimed at him.

"It's okay," she forced herself to comfort herself again, "Since the magician is not here, the curse spirit must be there too. Leave the stage for the supernatural beings to fight and kill, and I will find a place to eat my rice balls."

"whee."

"Hungry...hungry..."

The low murmur was especially evident in the silent night, Xue Jian Weizhi looked expressionlessly at a crouching curse spirit that blocked her footsteps, and then raised her head to look at the humanoid curse spirit standing in a golden shining posture on the street lamp.

In the cold wind, she understood one thing very clearly:

On this night when all colleagues are off work, Zhizhi wants to exorcise the curse spirit in Yokohama alone.

In the whole world, she is the only one who works overtime.