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Facing the enraged gravity user, Edogawa Ranpo finally felt a sense of crisis.

He groaned, and then said, "It's really troublesome."

An unreasonable sense of crisis.

That's why he didn't understand what these people were thinking.As long as you listen to him, why do you have to go all the way to the dark.

Obviously such an ending has been shown clearly.

The red light wrapped the concrete fragments, rushing towards the young man in pajamas at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

The stones like bullets brought a strong wind, and the raccoon hat on Edogawa Ranpo's head fell down, revealing his slightly branched black short hair.

"But it's been long enough," he said.

He is not like what happened in the main world, he has to hold the gravitational force alone.

At this time behind him, he is not the only one.

"Teacher Ranpo! Be careful!"

The black cloth strips blocked the sky in front of his eyes, and ripples appeared in front of the black cloth, isolating those 'bullets' carrying gravity.

"Rashomon!" A belated voice sounded from behind, and the students who received the teacher's text message finally found the lost teacher.

Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes, turned around, and raised his hands without hesitation.

"Good afternoon, students! Your extracurricular practice leader, the world's No.1 detective, Mr. Edogawa Ranpo is here!"

He is not alone.

Looking at the faces in front of him who were not much younger than him and even had a face two years older than him, Edogawa raised his chin in disorder.

How could Mr. Ranpo meet the cute hat-kun unprepared!

Inside the mafia building at the port, climbing through the safe passage continues.

The watch flashlight illuminates the steps in the stairwell, and suddenly the light flickers and shines on the digital screen that is still on.

It is a high-rise elevator with backup power.

Already tired and out of breath, he finally ran over with a 'saved' expression on his face.

The highest floor of the elevator pointed to the rooftop, and he staggered into the elevator and pressed the button on the highest floor. The elementary school student who almost broke his leg finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Really saved.

Unlike Yokohama, which has quieted down, Tokyo is still as noisy as ever.

"There will be fog in the afternoon?" Officer Mu Mu, who returned to his post, raised his head and looked at the white fog spreading from the sky.

He quickly retracted his gaze and continued to focus on the pile of case documents on the desk: "There are a lot of false reports today, and they are all false reports of the Mu Cang attack case."

For some reason, it may be the detective's intuition, and there is an inexplicable sense of crisis tightly lingering in his heart.

He sighed, and turned to talk about his old colleague: "Speaking of which, the children of brother Maori's family have all gone to Yokohama..."

"Bang bang bang-!"

The sound of ammunition shooting from the mouth of the wooden warehouse can be heard endlessly, and the flash of gunpowder constantly stimulates the retinas of everyone present.

"It's really here." Toro Amuro, who came in by surprise, pressed down the headset, flipped through the hand to replace the bullets, and the spent shells fell to the ground, making a jingling sound.

The general base of the black organization that has a history of hundreds of years and is hidden in various countries and remains mysterious.

Precious instruments are placed here, and there are messy traces at the door, as if they ran away in a panic when they heard the sound of bullets from the wooden warehouse.

"Mr. Jiang Gu, do you want to break through with all your strength?"

The subordinate's voice was transmitted from the earphone to the cochlea. Toru Amuro glanced at Shuichi Akai, who was following him, and gritted his teeth: "Breakthrough with all my strength!"

This is their race against the Black Organization.

Either take advantage of the absence of the main force to successfully capture the organization boss and scientific researchers, or wait for the main force Gin to react, and return to destroy their roundup.

"Suddenly I can't tell what Osamu Dazai wants to do." He suddenly felt a little emotional.

The NOC list has diverted the attention of the armed faction of the organization, and the news of the arrest of the 'Rat of the House of Death' has made the organization's arrogance heavier and more superficial.

This is an opportunity, but at the same time forcing them to act.

An exhaustive list of members, including possible evidence of the Black Organization's meddling in all walks of life.

Either rely on those materials to succeed in one fell swoop, or the black organization completely eliminates its own undercover agents and traitors.

"We will succeed." Akai Hideichi turned his back, stopped at the entrance, and crossed with the public security police.

"Aren't you going in?" Amuro turned his head and found the FBI with his back turned from the crowd.

Akai Hideo turned his face to one side, with his own confidence in his tone.

"I'm here waiting for my companion."

There is also gin who rushed over after getting the news.

He'll stop here, it's a personal grudge he has with that killer.

The sound of the alarm kept ringing, and the one-eyed middle-aged man in the monitoring room turned his head: "This address was exposed too quickly..."

And the most suspicious one was Ango Sakaguchi who just came here yesterday.

"Yes, Granger!" Rum laughed.

"Hundreds of millions of undercover agents are really generous, Osamu Dazai!"

The pale man seemed to laugh as well.

The suspect was identified almost instantly, and Rum called his subordinate: "Where's Granger!"

Soon, he got the result.

"Yokohama?"

Yokohama, inside the Star Sea Hotel.

With a creaking sound, the door was gently pushed open.'Granger' walks in with briefcase in hand.

Ango Sakaguchi stepped lightly and walked behind Oda Sakunosuke, his eyes behind the glasses moved with the nib of Oda Sakunosuke's writing.

Time kept passing, and the second hand of the wall clock on the wall rotated round and round as if the speed button was pressed, making a beeping sound.

Finally, the man in front of him put down his pen.

Oda Sakunosuke leaned back against the back cushion of the seat, his sensitive ears caught the sound of breathing.

Some familiar frequencies.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head and saw his friend behind him.

"Ah, Ango." He didn't seem to recover from it, and greeted him a little dumbly, as if he was in that tavern.

In the dim light in the room, only the warm light of the desk lamp illuminated the area.

Ango Sakaguchi put down his briefcase, turned his face sideways, stretched his eyebrows, and said gently what he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Mr. Odasaku, long time no see."

Under the orange light, the paper full of words lay quietly on the desk.

The red hair seemed to be dyed orange, Oda Sakunosuke shook his hair, and said slowly: "It didn't take long for me."

The explosion that he didn't catch in time took away the life of his friend.

A small change, a small accident, the explosion was brought forward by 3 minutes.

In just 3 minutes, they got a different ending from the world outside the book.

Oda Sakunosuke failed to go in, and the black special forces were waiting for Oda Sakunosuke to leave first.

The flames of the explosion illuminated half of the sky that night, and it was firmly reflected in his eyes, becoming the most tragic scene he could never forget.

"...also." Ango Sakaguchi looked sad, "In the memory of the main world, you also died the day after that."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the manuscript paper on the table, and nodded slowly.

"We left Dazai alone."

The big boy's shout seemed to be echoing in his ears, even if he wanted to turn around and say 'you've done a good job', it was no use at all.

The child in the memory has become a slightly strange appearance, pale and tired, as if something has been pressing on him, making him breathless.

And all this happened without them knowing.

A cliff that was too deep to see the bottom appeared between the three of them, the two who stayed in the past, and the one who walked forward but stayed in place.

"It's too late." Oda Sakunosuke raised his head and saw the dark ceiling after the curtains were drawn.

As the phantom of the dead ghost, he may not be qualified to replace the deity to catch the crying child.

He tried to reach out, but was gently pushed away.

He was rejected.

Do you really want to stop?

In the two memories, he has missed two times.

"Anwu, I'll leave the rest to you." His eyes gradually became firmer.

The surging emotions in his chest made him unable to walk within the default range of the three, and he wanted to go out.

Don't, miss it again.

"I really came here for this." Sakaguchi Ango sighed softly.

In the dimly lit room, the door creaked again.

"Bring Dazai-kun here in its entirety, Odasaku-san." The person inside the door said.

"Today is a fine day for drinking, Ango," said the person outside the door.

With a subdued sound, the door closed.

...

"Time is up."

The corners of Fyodor's mouth curled up, and he changed his sitting position, like an audience in a theater waiting for the last play.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised his head, finally there was something real in his red pupils.

Osamu Dazai, who was immersed in memories, came back to his senses, and the memories that had been suppressed in the past kept reappearing in front of him near the end.He lowered his voice, as if he was talking to someone.

That person was not Fyodor, nor Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, but himself.

"It's a little unexpected, I actually feel a little nostalgic."

He stood up, and as far as he could see was the empty rooftop of the Mafia at the port and the thick white mist outside the rooftop.The book with a red cover in his hand was placed on the coffee table with great care, and he walked forward.

"In this plan, human disqualification is essential. But to maximize the use of human disqualification, it must be extracted from the user's body." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko slowly tapped the gem in his palm with his fingertips , red luster like his empty pupils.

"I'm looking forward to it very much." The voice gradually became full of emotion, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko seemed to have seen the crystallization of the ability that was about to be obtained.

Beautiful, brilliant, the most dazzling blue in his world.

The one he was looking forward to the most, the perfect one.

A white mist billowed below the mafia building at the port, with no end in sight.The road ahead seems to be paved with white clouds, soft and thin.The wind blows from below, and the mist under the feet disperses, revealing the far distance.

Above the head is an inverted city, small and illusory, reflecting the rooftop below like a mirror.

Falling down here means taking off in the upside-down Yokohama overhead.

Like fireworks.

"Mr. Fyodor, please go back and forth." Suddenly remembered something, he turned his head, with a narrow smile, "Almost forgot, the black-hand-party at the port is out of power today. It may take Climbing the stairs, but it's not difficult for a Russian Majin-kun, is it?"

The sickly Russian's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not the one who wanted to climb the hundred-story building: "It's really troublesome, Dazai-kun."

He also stood up, his purple eyes looking forward.

Waiting for the finale of the play.