My script must be HE

On the roof of the mafia headquarters building in the port, the fog has not spread here yet.

The tip of the skeletal plug rose from the clouds, tearing apart the suspended white clouds.The city reflected in the sky seems to be within reach, hanging upside down at a height of a thousand meters.

The originally clear blue sky was covered at the moment the floating city appeared, revealing a gray tone.There was a loud wind on the rooftop, and there were three cups of tea on the European-style coffee table, which were still warm.

The demon dressed in ancient white flower-planting costumes is like a luxurious young man in a theater, sitting quietly by the coffee table.He turned his head, his smooth black hair fluttering gently under the blowing of the strong wind, his dark purple pupils turned to the decadent and beautiful new building in the distance - Kesai.

"As expected, the 'book' is really a magical item." In his hand, he held a piece of thick paper full of words.

If you look carefully, you can see the description of the entire fortress. It is written that because of the weakening of the world wall, it can be reflected in the other world by the power of the "book".

Undoubtedly, the arrival of Kaisai and the reflection of the world are all caused by this 'page'.

"But in this way, the 'page' in my hand is no longer usable." Fyodor gently put down the paper in his hand, and placed it on the coffee table with a pen.

The paper was so full of words that there were no more sentences, Fyodor raised the corner of his mouth, and lightly tapped the pen with his fingertips.

Another man's voice came from the wind.

"The next thing, use the 'book' in my hand to write."

As the voice approached, the appearance of a person was reflected in those purple pupils.

Wearing the same white floral attire as Fyodor, the leader of the port black-hand-party took off his own dark red scarf and a bandage covering his left eye.

The wind was blowing, he lifted his clothes, crossed his legs and sat on another seat beside the coffee table.

Three empty seats, three cups, and now two people have come.

"You really know how to send people, Dazai-kun." Fyodor turned his head and looked forward, "I will enter the different world first and create a favorable environment for you. And you just need to successfully take over this 'port black-hand -party'."

"This is our deal, isn't it?" Osamu Dazai put on his smiling face, "A deal for a 'page' as a reward."

Osamu Dazai has always owned the book.

He used the 'pages' as bait and got the devil to work for him for several months.It wasn't until he came to another world that he handed over the reward 'page' to Fyodor.

On the empty rooftop, two faces face each other with fake smiles, no real emotion can be seen.They have a deep understanding of each other and the same mistrust of each other.

Fyodor couldn't guarantee that his tricks at the port mafia would hide from Osamu Dazai for more than a month, and Osamu Dazai couldn't deceive Fyodor with false 'pages' until the end.

As long as their final, common purpose remains, they cannot betray each other in this matter.

This is the prerequisite for the success of this transaction.

"So, can I have a look at the 'book'?" Fyodor asked.

"Do you want to confirm the authenticity?" Osamu Dazai took out a red book with white letters from his waistband, "The book must be used at the end of the plan, and I will not be negligent in this."

"Complete-Complete-suicide-manual-book", this book that Osamu Dazai held in his hand and studied repeatedly, appeared in front of Fyodor.Osamu Dazai flipped it open, revealing the blank pages inside.

Fyodor glanced at it, then chuckled lightly, and looked away.

"It's almost time," he said. "Is it Sakaguchi-kun?"

Smart brains make their cooperation covert and efficient. Even if they are in two countries, they can arrange and change subsequent plans through the FBI's megaphone.

The garbled code that the FBI cannot decipher is a clear goal declaration in the eyes of Osamu Dazai.

This is the ultimate purpose of his cooperation with the FBI.

"It's him." Osamu Dazai easily accepted Fyodor's question, "The NOC list and high-level information from the public security that I got yesterday are enough for Ango to get permission to see their boss."

Yesterday's Internet of Things attack seemed to be just an explosion attack on the Metropolitan Police Department, but the two people who stirred up the troubled waters fished in the troubled waters, relying on the accumulated fear of the "rat in the dead house" and the "rat in the dead house" accumulated in the previous incidents. The trust in Osamu Dazai's ability made the parties weigh the pros and cons in a hurry, and chose to ask Osamu Dazai for help.

And Osamu Dazai can get what he wants in it.

The information on the intranet is just the tip of the iceberg of public security information. Their real purpose is to save important paper documents that can only be transferred first during the delay of the Dazai administration.

Back and forth, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of.

"Ango's supernatural ability, the theory of degeneration, can read the memory just by touching it." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes lightly, not knowing what he thought of, and his tone rose a little.

In yesterday's dark night, the black-haired man with the combed back followed the guidance of the people in front of him, walked through the winding traps, and finally stopped in front of a door.

The gloves had already been taken off, and Ango Sakaguchi's hand gently brushed the doorknob.

All kinds of faces floated in front of my eyes, with different expressions on their faces, walking in or out of this door.

"Boss wants to see you." The killer with completely silver hair pushed open the door.

Just the list of people who have entered this room is enough for the undercover agents lurking in this organization to snatch it even if they die.

After entering the room, the secrets of the entire organization disappeared under the power of Ango Sakaguchi.

As long as they talked and left traces, everything is the eyeliner of Ango Sakaguchi.

Under the light, the disc glasses reflected a slight bluish light. Ango Sakaguchi pushed the glasses, and opened his mouth to report the information he got from the police documents.

And news of the arrest of the 'Rat of the Dead House'.

Under the slightly curly hair on the forehead, Osamu Dazai opened his tired iris-colored eyes and said softly.

"It's most convenient for him to be an undercover agent, isn't it?"

All the secrets can be seen at a glance under the theory of degeneration.

"It has begun, the struggle between the three organizations in this world." Fyodor continued, the arc of the corner of his mouth expanding.

At the same time, all over the world, the black organizations that obtained the NOC list began to purge the undercover agents in their organizations.

"shot."

On the helicopter, the silver-white long-haired killer commanded the pilot, and the short-haired woman with the butterfly tattoo on the corner of the eye on the back seat picked up the sniper wooden warehouse, and laughed extremely excitedly: "Hahahahahahaha——!!!"

"Kill all these damned undercover agents!"

The speed of the white Mazda on the road soared to the threshold, and the man with pale blond hair and black skin was speaking loudly into the headset next to his ear, and the FBI in the back seat of his car, wearing a knitted hat, had wiped his sniper wood. warehouse.

"Do you still believe him?" The FBI's silver bullet looked up.

"You can only trust him." The undercover police officer gritted his teeth.

Believe that the man gave the news, believe that the address given by the man is indeed the headquarters of the black organization!

Under the intensification of Osamu Dazai, the war between red and black has already begun.

"Rely on the information you gave." Fyodor seemed serious but casually said, "Aren't you going to come to my 'Rat of the Dead House'? Dazai-kun."

'You are very talented. ' There was that in his eyes.

The Hong Kong-Black leader spread his hands and rejected the impossible proposal: "I'm not interested in being a 'rat'."

And what he gave has always been real news, instead of buying fake news to make a difference like Fyodor.

Compared with the weird devil, he is a 'good guy'.

The finger placed on the coffee table subconsciously flicked the wall of the teacup, and the teacup made of a material different from glass did not make a crisp sound.

He paused and withdrew his hand.

Fyodor didn't seem to have seen the scene just now, he sighed with some Russian tone: "I was surprised when I just found out that Sakaguchi-kun is your friend."

"Mr. Dazai, we are the same kind." With purple pupils like black holes, he turned his head and said slowly, "You are the same as me. In our eyes, people's hearts are like three-year-old children, and we can easily control them. How can such a person have friends?"

He finalized the truth of the matter: "You are just using Sakaguchi-kun, Dazai-kun."

The mafia building at the port was empty, the elevator was out of service, and the sound of non-stop footsteps echoed in the safe passage, as well as the sound of panting accompanied by the steps going upstairs.

"Maybe so."

Osamu Dazai was still smiling, but his iris-colored pupils gradually deepened, as if he had fallen into the vortex of thinking.

"And over there?" Fyodor didn't let Osamu Dazai think for too long when he mentioned it and easily revealed it.

Seemingly unaffected at all, Osamu Dazai still had a smile on his lips.

"Zhong should have arrived."

"Here, here! Cute hat~" Under the reflection of the huge city, at the gate of the future amusement park, the young man in 'raccoon' pajamas waved vigorously, afraid that the man who had just stepped into the amusement park would not see him.

Wearing a black coat and a black hat, the 1.6-meter-tall cadre of the port black-hand-party heard his reputation.The moment he saw the man clearly, his expression was slightly startled, and then he turned his toes that were supposed to be forward.

"Why are you here?" Zhong Yuanzhong asked in surprise as the orange hair shone brightly in the sun.

In the arrangement given to him by Osamu Dazai, there was no such variable as 'Edogawa Ranpo'.

Edogawa shook the glass bottle in his hand in disorder, and the glass beads collided with the body of the bottle, making a crisp and pleasant sound.He stretched out his hand, as if he saw the distorted figure of Zhong Yuan Zhong in the distorted glass.

"Of course it's to stop you." Under the straight black hair, he opened his emerald green eyes.

The orange-haired cadre snorted, and a red light appeared all over his body.

"It's up to you?" He raised his jaw slightly, and the anger of being provoked was in those blue pupils.

And the famous detective isn't afraid to smile and say the most infuriating things.

"If you want me to recall for you, how many times have you lost to Dazai?"

In the next second, red light gushed out, and huge cracks snaked and expanded from Nakahara Chuya's feet, and the dust covered his petite body.

"Kill you."

The voice of the black-hand-party cadre came from the dust.

Facing this scene, the non-supernatural being smiled unchanged, and said softly: "I have been prepared for a long time."