Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

The door opened and closed silently, and the cold wind poured in. It seemed that even the temperature in the banquet hall dropped a few degrees.

The drunk nobles in the hall seemed to be woken up by the cold wind, and they all looked sideways at us.

The host of the banquet was standing at the door talking with people. At this moment, he noticed the reactions around him and looked sideways. His shiny blond hair was combed to one side, and there was a shrewd smile in his ice blue eyes: " It's great to see the spirit of young people today. Welcome, please enjoy."

Adam also smiled, took the champagne glass from the waiter next to him, pinched the lower edge of the handle with his index finger and thumb, and waved to him lightly: "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Fitzgerald."

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Yun Tu: It's really an unabashed manor owner's demeanor.

Yun Tu: It's a pity that in order to do this... how many people's blood was on his hands.

When breath becomes air: and, when self-made, is lost in vanity.

I spoke from the side: "Without further ado, I wonder if you are interested in the transaction mentioned earlier?"

Fitzgerald laughed: "The banquet is at its busiest now, so you should enjoy this great time. Let's talk about the deal after that."

"But it's an opportunity. I think you'll regret it very, very much if you miss it."

Donna stepped on her high heels, leaning forward slightly, her eyes flashed an iron-gray light, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey in the next second.

"I therefore recommend that you send those drunks away, and, as I said, call up all the men you employ. Now, at once."

Fitzgerald's eyes also turned cold: "Unfortunately, it seems that you didn't do your homework well. I think my temper is okay, but the most annoying thing... is that I can sit down and talk to you. Deals negotiated peacefully, without resorting to threats and violence."

"That's a bad word."

Adam put down his champagne glass and said slowly, "It's precisely because we've done our homework that we're doing this way." You, Mr. Fitzgerald, have big ambitions.This is true of businessmen.If you sit down and talk, you'll always try to reach out for a piece of cake you don't deserve. .....so we thoughtfully saved this link for you. "

"Our terms won't change, so it's useless to sit down and talk. Yes, this is a threat. If you still cherish the lives of these guests, let them go back to where they came from. Otherwise, what will the consequences be?" Well, we really don't guarantee that."

Donna said coldly, and in the next second a dart used for fun at a banquet rubbed against a guest's temple and embedded itself in the wall, and the half of the dart left outside was still trembling slightly.

The rich businessman who we found out had cheated many women's feelings, but escaped from prison because it did not constitute fraud, turned pale with fright, and the female companion around him also screamed.

"...tsk."

Fitzgerald's face became colder, but because he really cared about the lives of these people, he took the microphone on one side and said: "Everyone! I'm really sorry, today's banquet is over, I have some matters to discuss with you here." A few young people from here will be settled. You will be escorted out of here, we will see you next time, good night."

The crowd was rushing outward like a river going backwards. Fitzgerald turned to us sullenly and was about to speak.

"Lord Fitz?"

A quiet-looking girl in a home-style skirt and round-frame glasses trotted over and said in a somewhat anxious voice, "You just sent an urgent notice saying that everyone should gather here, what happened? gone?"

"You came quickly, Mr. Louisa, thank you." Fitzgerald stared at us closely without turning his head, "It is these young people who originally said they wanted to join us. But judging from their performance today, it seems that That's not the plan."

"Bingo." Adam lazily snapped his fingers, while Donna held the wealthy businessman hostage, "Mr. Fitz is indeed a smart person, and talking to smart people saves effort. Wait until you call everyone over as you just said." , let this last person go, and we can start. It’s okay, you don’t need to worry, there is still time, we can wait.”

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When breath turns into air:...just now he was urging him to get rid of people quickly, and now he said he was not in a hurry, this repeated statement...Adam, your level of irritating people seems to have grown again ?

Yuntu: That is.Next, when all of them are here, check it out, how many are there?

When breath turns into air: Well, the grape grower and the marine life are almost at the gate, and there is a bloody man at the gate of the manor, it should be the priest, and another Mitch I saw today Er...then the owner of the raccoon, the little girl, the sniper and the old man are still missing.Ah, they're all here too.

Secret History: Yo, it came fast enough.You can finish your work sooner.

When breath turns into air: Are you tired of wearing high heels?OK, let's make it quick.

Yuntu: @而钟之向了, the leader of our little gangster, get ready, it's time for you to play soon.

Secret History: Remember to try to be kind... though it may be difficult.

For Whom the Bell Tolls: Take it easy.

I sat down on the couch side by side with Donna Adam, and looked at the nine people who had gathered in the hall with unhappy faces.

John scratched his disheveled blond hair, yawned and said, "It's late at night, sir, do you have to think about employee welfare?"

Lovecraft on the side stood there dumbfounded like an alien sculpture.

"That is to say—" Sniper Mark walked around the hall with his hands behind his back, "But I don't care, as long as it's interesting."

Nathaniel, who was dressed as a priest, said indifferently: "It is such a suitable night for listening to the oracle of the gods, but I am also very unhappy because the voices of these people blinded my ears. I hope that you can work together to deal with them earlier. .”

Because we have completely changed our disguise, Margaret didn't recognize us at all, she put away her parasol, showing displeasure: "...Really, why did you bring me here because of this kind of pawn , obviously I haven't finished reading the newly added paintings on the second floor.

Pastor, you can listen to the voice of God at any time, and you are still complaining here. Do you need me to help you turn the book in your hand into ashes? "

"...Misters and ladies, I think everyone has the same goal, so stop arguing."

Herman, the oldest present, sighed helplessly as he said so.

"It's really tiring at night!"

The petite, red-haired girl Lucy rushed in, but her eyes widened.

"It's amazing that they are all here so late, are they all free?"

The last to enter was Poe the novelist, cowering with a raccoon on his shoulders and hair so long that it hid his eyes.

So far, this organization composed of all kinds of people has gathered here.

A leader who is addicted to money and power, but still looking for his lost love.

Members who stick to different beliefs, or are forced by life, or just want to see the world.

Everyone is being swept by the trend of the times to the past years when they had nothing.

And yet they walk through the mist and the mire for their purpose, even at the expense of their justice, even with what lies ahead. ...not necessarily endless despair.

Fitzgerald on the opposite side sneered at this moment: "Everyone can say what kind of deal you want to make now. By the way, if it wasn't because of my curiosity, just because of the previous offense, even if I am in a good mood today , everyone should have been invited out by now. From now on, I will also ask you to compensate me for the losses caused to me by canceling the previous banquet.”

"Don't worry, Mr. Fitzgerald."

I said with a smile.

"Before that, there is one last step—"

"Hey, call us all over, and still procrastinate like this, how contemptuous it is—"

"Sure enough, let everyone experience the undeniable law of 'dust to dust'—"

I heard Lucy's and Margaret's angry voices, but they couldn't finish.

"Crash."

At that moment, there was a strong wind in the room, and countless papers flew up, drowning everyone's sight.

In the few seconds of absolute silence, apart from the sound of fluttering paper, there was only the sound of the wall clock striking the hour diligently.

"Dang-dang-dang."

Precise, unwavering, twelve rings.

And after everything dispersed, of the nine members of the organization in front of us, only the leader was still standing in front of us.

Ernest, who had just entered the room at this time, leisurely drew his knife and cut off a small tentacle stretched out by the only drug-resistant Lovecraft, and said to the person in front of him with a thick face of shock: ". .....Hi, first time meeting, Fitzgerald. I am the employer of these guys, you can call me E?H. Please forgive me for the many faux pas for young people who are just fledgling."

"...is the employer just showing up now?"

Fitzgerald stared at him, and Ernest looked back blankly. When the two eyes met, I seemed to hear the faint sound of electricity.

"Yes. It's been a long time."

Ernest said flatly.

"Please don't be too angry. After all, we are still here to negotiate a deal. But the bargaining chip put up is a bit too big, so this is just to let you not have any unreasonable thoughts, and there is no other malicious intention."

Adam said with a smile.

"What are you trying to do—"

Looking at Adam, Ernest pulled the topic back on track before Fitzgerald had a chance to say something: "Okay, I'll get straight to the point. The next topic we'll talk about is about your daughter. related."

This word is like some kind of safety device. The expression in Fitzgerald's eyes froze suddenly, and the already somewhat ferocious facial expression also became calm, and he just looked at us like that.

The air around him seemed to be ten times colder than before.

"So, this is our request. First of all, we hope that you can tell us all the information you know about the "book".

Second, we also want you to stop searching for "books."Finally, we hope that you and your organization will listen to us unconditionally until we get the "book". "

"." Hearing such harsh conditions, Fitzgerald was stunned instead, the murderous aura around him dissipated, his lips trembled slightly, and a trace of disbelief and involuntary ecstasy flashed in his pupils.

After all, the harsh conditions mean——

"In return... we can 'resurrect' your daughter."

Ernest looked at the knife in his hand and said as if he was completely casual.

This plan will depend on several factors:

First, Fitzgerald has "books", that is, information about props that are said to be used to destroy the world, allowing us to further detect the people who plan to destroy the world, and who these people will be, we have already Someone has chosen;

Second, they have enough strength to make this deal not look too unequal;

Third, the "time stop" of the second member of the R&D team made our opportunity cost of helping them approach zero infinitely;

Fourth, Fitzgerald still has "goodness" in his heart.

...Even so, if people understand the essence, they will find that we are only doing charity.

That's where the second reason comes in, and they have to think, at least outwardly, that we're exploiting them.

The fact is quite the opposite.

After going through the reverse of denial-ecstasy-negotiation-excitement-acceptance of these five stages of psychological trauma, Fitzgerald has now calmed down and started further negotiations with Ernest and Adam.

Donna and I walked to the terrace, overlooking the dark green waves of the forest undulating in the night wind.

"...I heard from Zweig that if Ernest hadn't suggested that he was more likely to be kind in his heart, and this time he really let go of other guests, we would probably have changed his mind. Bar."

I looked at the ivory-white railing in front of me and said.

"...Yeah, changing his and other people's memories, erasing the existence of his daughter, he will naturally no longer want to find books. This is the easiest way."

Donna said.

"If he is really a heinous person, maybe he can only do this. Or simply kill him. Fortunately, the situation does not need to develop to that point."

Kill him, and the organization will collapse.And those members who have abandoned their original intentions to pursue certain things will not be able to get what they want.

The rest of the members have woken up one after another, and I can hear Adam’s voice saying to Margaret on the other side of the balcony, “I heard that you want to use the salary you are working on to revive the family. The huge debts, right? .”

Margaret said quietly: "Yes, my ancestors were obsessed with artworks and mismanaged them. First, they bought all the paintings they liked, and then pawned them off to pay off their debts.

What kind of eyes do you have, restrain yourself, or even if the leader agrees to cooperate with you, I will do it—"

Ernest was patiently holding the little raccoon and talking to Poe, and the latter said something for a long time, "I am because... I am going to Yokohama... to visit Ranpo-kun... ...so drop by."

There are really all kinds of reasons.

I don't know if I introduced him to Edogawa to play, if it can be worth part of the snacks, I am really afraid that I will be the culprit that caused his high blood pressure.

Speaking of the detective agency, I just learned from Fitzgerald that Nakajima's reward was issued by them.

So I turned on the phone, just about to tell Dazai the news so that they don't have to investigate anymore, but I was stunned.

[Good morning, Xiuzhi-kun.Are you partnering with Kunikida-kun today?You have to eat on time, I also asked him to pay attention;)]

(Have read)

【Good afternoon, are you busy today?Don't tire yourself out too much. 】

(Have read)

[I will be back in about two days.Good night. 】

(Have read)

Now, it is already noon the next day in Japan.

The "good morning", "good afternoon" and "good night" I sent to Dazai the day before are all in the "read" status.

He didn't reply a word.

The author has something to say:

The title is taken from the last sentence of "The Great Gatsby", using the original English sentence (the title of the English version of the manga) and the title of the episode of the Chinese animation.

The song Young and Beautiful must have been enough of Amway, but I still love Amway, and it perfectly reproduces the intoxicating, affectionate and nihilistic feeling of the original.

After this chapter, everyone in the group doesn't have to choose between dreams and justice.

...Margaret will not be seriously injured and dying, Nathaniel will not be brainwashed and controlled by the Five Decays, John will not completely oppose Fitzgerald, Fitzgerald is even more Will become a Buddhist boss who has no desires and no desires.

The next thing is that everyone happily went to Yokohama to play.That's our little jealous part, early warning for sourness, early warning for dog blood.

The next chapter is Hong Kong? Black Dungeon.We're bringing you the (basically) innocent Nakaya and the wildly jealous Jae.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!