From another world, we are here to save the world

At such times, Dazai Osamu's watch ability is always very useful, as long as the other party is not so perverted that there are thermal sensors everywhere, he can easily go anywhere.

Of course, it is impossible for his illusion to be compared with that of a real illusionist. After all, it is only a superficial ability developed for convenience, and the upper limit is there.

But it is quite simple to deal with such a small scene.

As a rich man who used his money to buy the position of the five major cadres of the Port Afia, the private club under the name of A will naturally not be shabby, and even exaggerated enough to be described as resplendent.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little restless.

This kind of aesthetics is really tasteless, especially the decadent taste in it, which makes Osamu Dazai feel a little physically uncomfortable.

Rather than solving the so-called pollution, he would rather take a look at the ugliness hidden under the masks of those normally pious guys, especially when their ugliness is exposed, the panic in those muddy eyes Colors, and even more beautiful scenery.

After all, the black mud was also born from the evil thoughts of human beings. Is there any creature uglier than human beings?

There will be none.

Fortunately, Edgar Allan Poe noticed his mistake in time, and grabbed his wrist forcefully, and his gray eyes were full of disapproval.

Poe knew that the fellow had probably fallen ill again.

If it weren't for the fear that they would startle the snake if they made a fuss now, Poe actually wouldn't mind playing his favorite "little game" with Osamu Dazai.

Similarly, Edgar Allan Poe is not too cold about this environment, and he will also think of some not so wonderful memories with disgust, such as being a monkey for others to watch.

After all, why would big shots wrong themselves to step into a dirty laboratory?

But at least not right now.

Edgar Allan Poe really knew Osamu Dazai so well, once he got the hang of it, he would have to solve all the mess that followed.

Even though Poe is very confident in his ability to deal with the chaos caused by Osamu Dazai and at the same time deal with the task of purifying the pollution, he really doesn't need to cause trouble for himself, and he doesn't want to be forced to get involved in trouble middle.

"priority"

Osamu Dazai saw Poe silently uttering three words, and even his messy hair fell down limply.

He nodded weakly, and muttered silently, "Priority"

The three-dimensional map belonging to this private club has been slowly built up in their minds as the two continue to walk deeper, and then compare some of the details, or it is easier to follow certain groups of people , it is quite easy to find the door to open "another world".

Although he knew for a long time that this A was not a good thing, Osamu Dazai said that he still underestimated the boldness of A and his stupidity.

"This is really lively." Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth.

Much of what is banned by port afia can be found in this lively underground, where even members of rival groups can laugh out loud.

Osamu Dazai didn't believe that Mori Ogai didn't know about this matter. He could only say that the leader's "heart" was too broad, and he was really ashamed of himself.

In this kind of bustle, making a little movement will not attract attention, Dazai Osamu no longer endured as before, and said in a brisk tone, "Hurry up and let your Ligeia look for it, I remember the owl are very sensitive to death.”

"Then you go to have some fun, I'll do the task, okay?" Poe gave him a warning look, and Poe lowered his voice, "Dazai, priority."

These three words are like a magic spell, always able to knock the black cats limply.

"I understand, I understand priorities." The young man's eyes lost their highlights.

Stared at by Ligeia who turned her neck 180 degrees, Osamu Dazai could only obediently follow behind Edgar Allan Poe.

Until he accidentally met a pair of cobalt blue eyes, the expression on his face froze instantly, and Osamu Dazai muttered angrily, "What a nasty old fox"

Pretending not to have noticed anything, Osamu Dazai took a break this time and grabbed Poe when he was about to turn left, "Let's stop here first, and be careful to scare the snake away."

Looking at the clean corridor in front of the left, Poe actually didn't believe that the people behind the scenes would not take any measures, but he thought about such a short distance, as long as he paid the price of a few gems to block it, There shouldn't be any major problems.

But since Osamu Dazai has said so, Poe believes that he must have discovered something that he has not noticed.

Meeting Edgar Allan Poe's gaze, Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "This place will soon become chaotic, and it's time to fish in troubled waters."

Without asking Osamu Dazai where he got the information, Poe nodded, and quietly found a place to start counting.

Curling his lips at his rather boring reaction, Osamu Dazai played with his hair boredly.

Before counting how long it took, Osamu Dazai smelled the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air, his kite-colored eyes were darkened, "Oh, human beings"

The smell of gunpowder gradually gained the upper hand, and the outside world became completely chaotic. Poe raised his eyes to Osamu Dazai, and said lightly, "I thought no one would understand human nature better than you."

He put the ring on his hand slowly, and said with a bit of carelessness in his tone, "You should have expected this scene before you came here."

"You're right." Osamu Dazai lacked interest, "I'm just a little disappointed."

"I thought the world could be a little better, but it turns out that human beings"

Both of them understood his unfinished words, but lovely Lunpo didn't quite agree with his point of view, "But it's still different. You actually know the difference between the two worlds very well."

"Compared to the devastation and the raging flames of war, this is already a rare peace."

"That's right, I really shouldn't be so demanding." But even when Osamu Dazai said so, he still looked a little sluggish, "Humanity's inferiority lies here, and I don't need to ask for more."

Poe stopped moving, his gray eyes reflected the small figure of Osamu Dazai, "Is it because Mr. Nakahara is not here? You don't look very well."

Although he was very touched by his concern, Osamu Dazai took two steps back in the next second, with a look of disgust on his face, "Mr. Po, do you know that it's really disgusting for you to put on such an expression?"

Not caring about his offense, Edgar Allan Poe said indifferently, "It's up to you."

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the shadows that fell covered the emotions in Osamu Dazai's eyes. Perhaps Poe was right, he really missed his Chuya a little bit.

The further you go inside, the sweeter smell from blood becomes stronger, and the surrounding environment becomes quieter and quieter. They are clearly in the same place, but they are separated like two spaces.

Compared with the noise outside, what Osamu Dazai hated more was the silence, and the painful wailing covered by this silence.

Xiao Lincang and the others may not have noticed the commotion outside, and they may not have noticed the arrival of him and Poe, but they are very confident in the power they have obtained, confident that he can deal with all intruders.

At the very least, his mentality was quite convenient for Poe and Osamu Dazai. They arrived at the innermost room almost unimpeded all the way, and the two of them also saw the goal of their trip, Kobayashikura.

Looking at it this way, there is actually no big difference between Xiao Lincang and the data. He is still an ordinary human being, and there is no place to hurt his eyes at all.

To be honest, it might be due to the difference in temperament. As long as you meet his eyes, you can feel the strong sense of inhumanity in him. You can be sure that he is indeed a heartless monster.

Osamu Dazai took a step back in disgust, "It's agreed, Mr. Po, you can handle it yourself."

It wasn't Xiao Lincang who moved first, but those stupid and greedy people who were affected.

Conspiracy with monsters, a few more would be good stuff

In order to show up in front of Xiao Lincang who can bring them benefits, they are as ugly as noisy toads.

"Mr. Po, hurry up," Osamu Dazai urged impatiently.

It's so boring, the play in front of me is so boring.

If there is no so-called priority here, he can actually wait a little longer, waiting for A to use his special ability "Jewel King's Abnormality" to control Xiao Lincang, and waiting for Xiao Lincang to use the pollution power he has mastered Go fight back.

The dog-eat-dog scene barely aroused his interest.

Now, just watch Edgar Allan Poe kill the Quartet.

After all, the difficulty of the task of purifying pollution always lies in the wisdom and uncertainty possessed by the other party. When its body stands in front of it, isn’t it a matter of opening a field?

After all, S-level is S-level, and the lowest level is the lowest level. No matter how powerful Xiao Lincang thinks he is, that's just what he thinks.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was someone behind him who advised him, how could Edgar Allan Poe and Osamu Dazai take action in person?

Although it may take some effort, Port Afia has never been a vegetarian. It just solves an S-level pollution without even alarming Osamu Dazai.

After taking two photos, Osamu Dazai clicked on the phone.

Kobayashikura, who was so despised, put down the knife and fork long ago, but what was more in his mood was not the so-called anger, but a desire for the flesh and blood of Edgar Allan Poe and Osamu Dazai.

The huge and ferocious black mud behind him bared its fangs and claws. In the two pairs of eyes that were almost synchronized at this moment, only Edgar Allan Poe and Osamu Dazai could see the two delicious "ingredients" that doubled.

It's a pity that they have to live to eat.

The blue talisman appeared on Edgar Allan Poe's fingertips, and his tone was still indifferent, "In my name Edgar Allan Poe"

The talisman turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and Poe's gray eyes showed a non-human inorganic substance, "Everything has value."

Edgar Allan Poe kindly brought those eyes-obscuring people into the field together, and the faint voice that had been covered up before finally had its source.

Osamu Dazai heard the cry for help.

In fact, both Poe and Osamu Dazai noticed the beautiful young girls dying on the table behind the glass as soon as they entered this room.

They just know the final outcome of these girls, and have seen too many similar cases, and they have already tempered a cold heart.

He turned his head slightly, and met a pair of eyes that contained a strong desire to survive.

Blood flowed continuously from their bodies, and the delicate skin was cut out one after another, and even breathing was weak.

But Osamu Dazai knew they wanted to live.

But they are destined to be disappointed, Osamu Dazai can't save them, or no one can save them.

Pollution has fallen on them, even if the body is revived, the soul will be twisted into a new monster, why bother

Sometimes things like black mud are just so unreasonable. Obviously these innocent girls are just victims, but because of their close contact with black mud, they lost the possibility of being rescued.

Pollution is irreversible.

So, he said indifferently, "You are hopeless."

"No, no." The girl closest to the glass struggled to get closer, her eyes fixed on Osamu Dazai, and her weak voice would be ignored if she didn't listen carefully, "We want to live on"

"Please save us." She held out her hand to him.

Dazai Osamu's exposed iris eyes were covered by the shadows of the hanging hair, and at the same time covered his truest emotions, "I said, you are hopeless."

From the moment they were sent into this room, they were doomed to die.

Edogawa Ranpo appeared at this time.

Osamu Dazai looked at the past inexplicably, "I remember that this task is not under Ranpo-kun's control."

"But that was before." Edogawa Ranpo opened those emerald green eyes, "I was misled by the news you revealed, and you didn't tell me that the scope of the pollution would be so large."

"You can't say that, we are still waiting and watching." Osamu Dazai did not answer directly.

The detective became even angrier, and said in a sharp tone, "Another Mr. Po just came over, I believe he didn't know about it, but you are different, you are not as innocent as you show, you knew it from the beginning to the end. "

"You're letting things go and you want to make sure of something."

His eyes were sharp, and there was a certain kind of scrutiny. Edogawa Ranpo had always known the uncertainty of Dazai Osamu, but he obviously relaxed his vigilance because of Dazai Osamu on his side.

Sighing faintly, Osamu Dazai felt a little headache, "There is no way to do this."

He pursed his lower lip, and his gaze was a bit deep, "Ranbu-jun must understand, we have to make sure whether that thing is a projection or a body, otherwise it will be a waste of work in the end."

Blinking his eyes slowly, Osamu Dazai pretended that he didn't see Ranpo Edogawa's still angry expression, "And some things have to show the danger, so that everyone will pay attention, right?"

"Although Lord Ranpo knows what you said is right, Master Ranpo is still very angry"

Wrinkling his nose, the detective seriously promised him, "You have to believe in the ability of the No.1 detective in the world, and believe that we can always solve this problem."

"Saving the world has never been achieved by one or a few people. It requires many people to work together and work hard for it."

His eyes were blank for a moment, Osamu Dazai didn't know what he thought of, he was silent for a while, and then he said softly, "Maybe what you said is right"

The gaffe just now seemed to be non-existent, Osamu Dazai quickly returned to a relaxed tone, "At least we got some good news, we found the right world, solved the source, and everything can end."

"But there are still problems." The detective pointed out directly, "In your world, the pollution effect of these black muds is not so strong."

Nodding his head, Osamu Dazai also felt a little distressed, "That's right, but it's not a big problem for us."

"After all, Mr. Ranbu should have guessed it a long time ago. A chaotic environment is normal for us."

Puffing his face, Edogawa raised his voice at random steps, "Don't think about those unhappy things anymore, since you have come to our world, everything will be based on our world."

"Forget about all of that, and think about how to protect this world."

He didn't expect him to say that at all, and Osamu Dazai was stunned.

Seeing this, the famous detective put his hands on his hips triumphantly, "The famous detective has already seen that, you can't leave even if you want to, and you can only settle in this world from now on."

Covering his face, Osamu Dazai sighed, "Ranpo-kun's wisdom is indeed the greatest thing opened by heaven."

"It's good that you know," he said complacently, and Edogawa Ranpo turned his eyes outside, "It should be someone from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Dazai, don't you plan to hide for a while?"

After a pause, Osamu Dazai smiled wryly, "You really can't hide anything from Ranpo-kun."

When he was about to sneak out by another way, the detective suddenly asked again, "Is it true that they can't be rescued?"

"Ranbu-kun already has the answer." Osamu Dazai didn't turn his head, but said lightly, "I know what you mean, but I didn't lie, they are indeed hopeless."

"Let's at least try," said the detective at last.

"Do whatever you want." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, "Don't blame me for not reminding you when you cry."

"Although I have already prepared for the possibility of being abandoned by you Dazai, I will still feel very disappointed when this moment comes." Poe's faint voice rang in their ears.

Osamu Dazai frowned instantly.

"How can you blame me? It's obviously Mr. Po. You are too slow, so slow that it has already affected my life safety. Naturally, I have to leave first."

Sometimes Edgar Allan Poe really doubts how Dazai Osamu can say such things with confidence, but as long as he thinks that he is Dazai Osamu, he feels that this is really normal.

Sighing, Poe spoke in a very calm tone, "Forget it, why are you and I bothering about this?"

Throwing away the stained white gloves in disgust, he took out a new pair from his pocket and put them on slowly.

And the few people he brought into the field just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, not leaving even a single hair behind.

The footsteps coming from outside became louder and louder, Osamu Dazai didn't want to gamble on the possibility of meeting Ango Sakaguchi at all.

Anyway, slip away

The expressive ability is used at this time, thank you for this simple illusion, because Osamu Dazai still has to rely on this to sneak.

With a sneer, Poe's tone was inexplicable, "coward"

"The memorial hall has been built. If you have time, remember to take a few tasks in the past." Edgar Allan Poe reminded.

A hand gestured OK appeared out of nowhere in the air, Osamu Dazai's voice was distorted due to the distance, "I know, I know, before your people come, I will help you share the pollution task."

Logically speaking, the Afia's clean-up portal should not be intervened by the Ability Secret Service Division, but who made the so-called black mud involved?

The reason why they took so long to get in was not because they were arguing with each other there

Watching the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division transfer the victims, Poe looked sideways at Edogawa Ranpo, "Dazai told you just now, they can't be rescued."

"I know, but I still want to try." Edogawa Ranpo repeated his answer.

"Mr. Ranbu here is more gentle than I imagined." Poe's expression was slightly startled, but he restrained his gaffe in the next second, "Would you mind going out and talking with me?"

After a pause, he added, "There's something about so-called pollution."

"I know what you want to say, and I also know the dangers of pollution." The detective nodded and said to himself, "I will talk to the president later, and I will also ask him to talk to the special agent department. Talk to the person in charge."

"As for Port Afia, your Dazai should have made it clear."

He stared at Edgar Allan Poe, suddenly a little angry, "But we really need to have a good talk, but it's not about pollution, but about other things."

Poe froze.