My script must be HE

Zhongyuanzhong can also leave directly.

In Yazawa Chiaki's script, Nakahara is currently from the port mafia-hand-party and the Armed Detective Agency during the war. He just came to the stronghold of the Armed Detective Agency with the words of the leader and acted as a microphone.

Then he came to Tokyo.

Normal people wouldn't directly think of time travel, Zhongyuan Zhong also considered himself a normal person, so he thought it was caused by supernatural powers.Gravity is very self-aware. Without him, Hong Kong-Hei will lose its top combat power, so his top priority is to rush back to Yokohama.It took a while to be stopped by the little ghosts just now, and it really doesn't look like a Hong Kong-black labor model to stay any longer.

Therefore, Nakahara Chuya should also rush to Yokohama immediately at this time.

But Yazawa, Chuya, and Chiaki feel that their conscience will hurt if they leave directly.

The four brats didn't realize that they were being targeted by three unkind guys, and they were still enthusiastically deciphering the 'treasure map'.

"Unfortunate." He pouted.

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his neck: "Let's solve it with speed."

Ten minutes later, three men in black suits and black sunglasses were tied up in front of the police station. After checking their identities, they confirmed that they were accomplices of the fugitive Italian bandit Tinocaba.

In 10 minutes, 1 minute down, 9 minutes to find the way.

After completing all this, Chuya Nakahara turned back to Yokohama.

An hour later, without the obstruction of the robbers, the four children successfully found the treasure and called the police.

The 'treasure map' really hides the treasure, which is [-] maple leaf gold coins robbed by the Italian bandit group.

The three elementary school students didn't realize that someone was following them behind them, and they didn't even know that the person following them had entered the game.Conan used the bug that he had secretly glued on to hear some fist-to-flesh sounds.

'That guy, there really is a problem! 'Conan strengthened his mind even more.

'That person definitely has something to do with the Black Organization! '

And Chuya Nakahara, who did good deeds without leaving a name but still took the villain's script, had already arrived in Yokohama at this time.He didn't know that he had completed the transition from 'bad guy' to 'good guy' and then to 'bad guy' in Conan's eyes.

Zhong Yuan stood on the tallest office building, staring at this strange city.The colorful neon lights make the night gorgeous and mysterious, and the sky tonight is full of stars even without a moon.

There are no five buildings in this city, no Radium Street.She didn't have those painful scars, peaceful and beautiful, but not the Yokohama he knew.

It's like, all the fetters of his being human disappeared.

Port Black-Hand-Party, Boss, Big Sister Hongye...

[Central Plains Zhongya synchronization rate 45%]

The phone rang, and he glanced at the screen, feeling like 'he's finally here'.He put one hand in his pocket and picked up the phone with the other.

"Moses, Moses~" A malicious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Where did the little slug go to be lazy? Did it fall into the cracks in the ground because it was too small and couldn't crawl out?"

"You're not Dazai."

There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Yazawa Tou Chiaki was a little dazed holding the voice changer: This is not in his script!

Now he himself can't fix himself like this.

Where can he find the real Osamu Dazai!

However, Chiaki Yazawa, who was wearing Chuya Nakahara's vest, could not ignore the disobedience of Fyodor's version of Osamu Dazai. Among the two options of acting according to the script and not OOC, Chiaki Yazawa resolutely chose the male god.

Just, freestyle.

After all, as long as the ultimate goal is not hindered, the more entertainment the better.

No audience anyway.

Yazawa Chiaki, who decided on the course of action in twos and twos, completely let herself be immersed in the thinking of Chuya Nakahara.Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the sky in the distance. Under the dark sky were flashing neon lights, and the five buildings that did not exist seemed to be there.

He found the answer he wanted.

"That mackerel is an existence that can make me feel sick when I hear the sound." Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, he said to himself.

"You are totally unqualified."

False fetters are always false and cannot be recognized by him.

Just like this world in his eyes that is inconsistent everywhere.

At the same time, the warning plug-in suddenly sounded.

"Attention! Attention! Attention!"

"Central Plains and China also have a synchronization rate of 50%, 51%, 52%——"

"Warning! Warning! Central Plains Zhongya's synchronization rate has reached 60%!"

At this time, Yazawa, Chuya, and Chiaki felt that they had never been so refreshed.

In fact, from the day he inexplicably broke the dimensional wall, he felt that he could not integrate into this world.

In this strange world, they are 'ghosts' without relationships, and all that they cherished and fought for is gone.

Unlike Dun and Jinghua, Zhongyuan Zhongya has no companions here, and he can't find his own anchor.

And Yazawa Chiaki is not even a natural person, he is a piao.

The emotions that existed from the beginning were suppressed in the bottom of my heart, and at this moment, they also resonated with Zhongyuanzhong. Chiaki Yazawa saw the giant beast buried in this body in a trance.Strange power filled his body, a red light suddenly appeared, and he stepped on the roof of the building.

"Is this an illusion? Your abilities?" The orange-haired black-hand-party cadre raised his chin, "I will smash them all for you to see!"

Amidst the red lights, a small black object floated into the air.

Then it shattered along with the roof.

"Crack, boom—"

Fyodor subconsciously bit his finger.The phone was hung up immediately from Nakiya, and Chiaki Yazawa used the brain of the devil to find a countermeasure.

Chuya Nakahara's synchronization rate soared to 70%, and at the same time, the consciousness that belonged to Chiaki Yazawa in that vest was suppressed.That is to say, Nakahara Chu at this time is completely acting according to the script given by Yazawa Chiaki, and cannot be controlled.

Yazawa Chiaki didn't expect this at all.

'Fortunately, Chuya Zhongya is demolishing his own building now. 'This is the only thing Yazawa Chiaki is lucky about.

The surrounding area is full of port gang-hand-party sites, so it's okay to dismantle it for your own gravity.

Don't you see Hong Kong-black lemons frying their own buildings, this is Hong Kong-black traditional art-what a fart!

I want money!

Fortunately, the prudent Fyodor cleared the scene before acting, and gave the employees half a day off on the grounds of 'changing their name to Daji'.But to be on the safe side, he once again used the highest order to evacuate the surrounding area.At the same time, in order to keep the secret of the supernatural ability, he directly hacked the surrounding surveillance.The speed of his typing on the keyboard gradually increased, and the sound of the keyboard in the dark chief's room filled the entire space like a machine gun.

Through intermittent monitoring, Fyodor saw that Zhongyuan Zhong also directly kicked the top three floors into ruins.

'My man is so handsome. ’ he thought while staring at the high-spirited Hong Kong-Black cadres in the video.

'It's really expensive. '

Of course, he has not forgotten the video at all, this is a demolition building in Zhongya, which is worth collecting!

At this moment, Fyodor's brain speeded up, and adrenaline rose.

The non-stop warning plug-in suddenly speeds up, like the gap from double speed to double speed.

"Warning! Warning! Warning!"

"Central Plains Chuya's synchronization rate is 89%! Fyodor D's synchronization rate is 57%!"

"warn--"

Fyodor turned off the plugin.

"This is really bad." He had a maniacal smile on his face.

The screen is impressively densely packed with bomb control windows.

"Dazai-kun, he will be fine." The mouse said in an elegant tone, without the slightest stagnation in the movements of his hands, "This will not affect our transaction, you think so, right?"

In the dark night, a string of red lights lit up.

The Hong Kong-Black cadre turned around, and he was standing in the middle of the bomb.

The last key pressed by the mouse.

"For the ideal world." He seemed to sigh softly.