My script must be HE

In the dark stairwell, the sound of panting when climbing the stairs is getting louder.He kept stepping up and down the next step, not daring to stop.

If you stop, you won't have the strength to move forward.

The anomaly of the future amusement park did not reach the roof of the mafia-hand-party building in the port in time, and the water surface among the three cups of tea remained calm.

The strong wind on the roof blew his short black hair, and the soft touch of the tail brushed his cheeks.Osamu Dazai's kite-colored pupils looked in the direction of the future park, and in the white mist, only a small blurry spot could be seen.

"Chuya alone is enough." He said, giving rare trust to the top cadres who are not around.

"They have all taken their positions, so what about Oda-kun?" Fyodor asked.

He is intrigued by the relationship between Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda.

The devil sat upright and said in a reminiscent tone: "I thought you were going to give him the 'book', but he didn't know about it."

He had expected it when he returned to Japan, so before meeting Osamu Dazai in the evening, he went to meet Sakunosuke Oda.

The bronze-haired man had uncleaned stubble on his face, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a decadent man who was a little dazed.

But Osamu Dazai paid too much attention to such a person.

While Fyodor felt the novelty, he asked questions related to the 'book' on the sidelines.

But Sakunosuke Oda didn't seem to have the concept of "a book that can realize everything" in his heart, and his answer has nothing to do with "books".

Whether it was Oda Sakunosuke's superb acting skills, or his speculation was wrong, Fyodor couldn't be sure for a while.Instead, his temporary 'companion' Osamu Dazai was dissatisfied with some superfluous actions, and assisted FBI agents to chase him for a day.

Of course, this matter does not bother Fyodor.

Mentioning the tacit conflict between them, Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, and then seemed to say something sincerely: "Is it Oda Zuku... it's my selfishness."

He looked at the tiny city under the building.The white mist had spread to the entire sky, and he seemed to see the location of Oda Sakunosuke through a layer of hazy mist.

In the dark room of the hotel, the blank paper has been filled with words.The red-haired man writing at the desk kept writing, and the shadow of the pen swayed with the swing of his wrist.

Black ink dripped on the desk, and black flowers bloomed.

'Ding dong——'

The room doorbell rang.

The man who was writing was unaware, the black tip of the pen was rendering the white paper.

'click. '

That door opened.

"Oh?" Fyodor followed Dazai Osamu's words as if he believed it or not, as if he didn't care about it, "Is this really good?"

"If it goes according to plan." He pointed.

"If we proceed according to the plan, we will get a stable world without supernatural powers." Osamu Dazai said instead, "Isn't this exactly what you want?"

"Yes." Fyodor did not deny it.

Osamu Dazai wants the world to be stable, but he wants to have a new world without supernatural powers.

It is precisely because of this that he temporarily formed an alliance with Osamu Dazai.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and gradually climbed to the roof of the port mafia.

The two white-clothed men sitting beside the one-corner coffee table looked sideways, and there seemed to be someone's figure approaching in the white mist.

"While the center of this world is completely disappearing, use books to fill the vacancy in this world. Then use the disqualification in the world and my Tatsuhiko to temporarily eliminate the world's abilities, hide this world's consciousness, and completely replace this world."

The voice of someone coming came from the mist, finally revealing his face.

"Those who are rejected by the world later, the abilities of the whole world will be my collection."

The floral attire made his figure extraordinarily upright, and at the same time made him dignified like a prince or grandson.

His long white hair was braided into a ponytail, and he strolled over, and finally sat down gracefully on the remaining seat.

"It's been going according to plan so far." There seemed to be no vitality in those red pupils, his pale complexion was like that white hair, like a doll, boredom crawled all over his face.

"I hope it will interest me a little bit in the end." He looked at the two men beside him, and his indifferent face met the two smiling masks.

"It will interest you, Shibusawa-kun." Majin smiled, as if his words could not be more sincere.

White Kirin, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

The last participant in this party.

He's not interested in saving the world, but here he is.

Maybe it's to enrich my collection, or maybe it's curiosity about the individual Osamu Dazai.

For example, why did the leader of the port black-hand-party let go of the little detective agency member who shamed the port-black, or why he suddenly left the entire port-black contact with the elusive 'White Kirin'.

And the notorious 'Magic Man'.

And his purpose is to save the world.

The red pupils looked at the Minato-Black leader next to him. Under Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's gaze, the leader looked into the distance, as if he could see the scene under the fog.

"It looks like there's something wrong with Nakaya," Dazai Osamu said.

Under the clouds and mist, the mist slowly spread around the future amusement park.

Red light flashed from the cracks in the earth, and Zhongyuan Zhong walked out of it.He put his hand on his hat, smiling arrogantly and confidently.

"Do you think I will be deceived by your aggressive method like me in the main world?" He walked forward unhurriedly, and the gravel at his feet slowly floated up under the red light.

"Ah, that's how it is." Edogawa Ranpo's eyes were always narrowed, but his reasoning speed did not slow down at all, "Although he didn't experience the world outside the book, he got the power of the main world when he was projected by the book. memory."

"Are you and the other two people like this?" Edogawa Ranpo asked enthusiastically as the information was constantly being processed by the brain, "So now, have you found yourself?"

"You know quite a lot." Nakahara Chuya lowered the brim of his hat, and the shadow covered his blue eyes.

Ranpo Edogawa faced the approaching mafia as if he were facing a novelty toy. He was still talking about his reasoning, and his speaking speed was getting faster and faster, just like his thinking speed.

"You're dead, but you come back to life." This is more interesting than ordinary homicide, "but even the 'book' can't resurrect an individual."

He came to the same conclusion as Osamu Dazai: "You are nothing but phantoms projected by the 'book'."

'Phantom' himself, Nakahara Chuya's complexion gradually became gloomy.

Yes, he is not the Central Plains Chuya of the main world.

He exists in a world of possibilities, a world of possibilities that can be covered at any time.

The fragile world is only attached to a blank 'page', and after the 'book' is obtained by someone and written on it, it simply collapses.

Destroyed worlds disappear like fragments into the vast 'pages', as if they never existed.

"You yourself have all disappeared into the covered possibility."

It was a world very similar to the mainline.

And in the new world reset on top of that, they are like step-by-step puppets in the theater, continuing what they have done before, without any memory of their past.

Except for one person.

Get the 'book', get the memories of the past eight years that have been covered.The part that once existed among many possibilities belonged to his past.

The purely rational detective doesn't care about the emotions of the person in front of him who is on the verge of eruption, and points out the fact that they are avoiding together without restraint.

"All of this is Dazai's self-deception."

He chose a path full of traps without light for himself, and put heavy shackles on himself.

But the people of the past have completely changed.

It is a subordinate not a partner, an enemy not a friend.The people around him gradually moved away, and in the end he was the only one left to taste the feeling of despair and suffocation in the dark chief's room.

Even if you use the 'book' to find the covered past, and use the 'book' to reflect their phantoms, the people who appear are no longer what they used to be.

They merged with themselves outside the book and were infected by the memory outside the book. They couldn't tell whether what was in their minds was their own memory or the memory outside the book that did not belong to them.

What exactly makes a person?

Flesh-body thoughts, and perhaps memories.

So are they still the same people with messed up memories?

It is such a broken, phantom of the past.

Noisy is equal in status, and from time to time he comes up with strange ideas to retaliate against him, and he is not afraid of his partner.Two friends who can sit in a remote bar after being busy, toast and talk to each other, and say some wild words.

Everything that has been experienced in that period of memory deviates from the present.

Like poison, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

This is a treasure that belongs to that leader alone.

"To shut up."

A word was squeezed out between the teeth.Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head, his face was expressionless under extreme anger.Two kinds of memories flushed in my mind, and the scene before the world was overwhelmed resurfaced before my eyes, and finally it was frozen in the image of the person in the past who was making jokes in the hostile organization.

"My target doesn't include you, but I don't mind killing one more person."

And Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes, and his smile gradually widened.

"Are you really going to continue?" he asked, "Knowing the consequences of this, aren't you?"

What answered him was a stone suspended in the air in an instant.

"You want to fight gravity?!"

Since it is something he will do even if he returns to Hong Kong-Heilongjiang, let him do it.

How can the dead shadow deprive him of his efforts for this.

The light was blocked by the impenetrable fog, the sound of panting drowned out the sound of footsteps in the darkness, the floors were getting higher and higher, the legs that climbed the stairs trembled, he raised his head, and seemed to see the distance between him and the top floor gradually decreasing. distance.

The white mist gradually thickened, and on the rooftop, Fyodor said without accident: "Those people from other worlds?"

"That's right, because the smuggling here tore the world wall and let those disruptors get in." Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko played with his long hair boredly, waiting for the final play.

They are like the audience, the director of the arrangement, and the actors on the stage.

The wind on the roof grew louder, as if the world was crying for its own shattering.

"Be careful of mistakes in the plan, Dazai-kun." Fyodor said, "He is not the top cadre who always follows you."

The top cadre would just silently follow behind the leader, with his eyes fixed on the back of the leader in front of him, not taking a step forward.

It is an insurmountable gap between the leader and the cadres, and it is also a gap created by Osamu Dazai himself.

"Ah, yes." Osamu Dazai seemed a little dazed, "Because I missed the lively slug a bit, so I pulled him over."

Recalling the beatings during this period, he closed his eyes and said sincerely: "But it was too noisy, and it didn't respect the leader."

If you say beating, you will be beating, the vitality is too much.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko finally felt a little surprised at this moment, he said: "Dazai-kun, you have a really good temper."

According to the description of the leader of the port mafia by the people in the Supernatural Secret Service Section, he thought that Osamu Dazai should be the type who said nothing.

I didn't expect to indulge my subordinates.

He seemed to chuckle slightly, and soon, Osamu Dazai restrained his emotions.

That was the partner who trusted him the most.

"Mr. Fyodor, Zhong will solve it." He chewed this sentence lightly, his tone belonged to him with certainty.

The gravity user of the port black-hand-party, the strongest supernatural power user in Yokohama.

The partner who is willing to go all out for a few vague words only exists in memory.