My script must be HE

The city under his feet was as small as dust, and the strong wind blew his curly black hair. He closed his eyes and smiled.

So be it, as originally planned.

After that, everything will develop according to the script he arranged, and that fragile world will become independent and become a real world.

That person is writing at the window right now?By the sea, you can smell the fishy smell of the waves and the cool sea breeze.

He couldn't see the upside-down different world above his head, nor could he see the Hong Kong-Heitiantai which was unusually conspicuous in the white mist.

Isn't it good to just pass away so quietly?

The water surface in the teacup rippled, Shibusawa Ryuhiko slightly raised his eyelids, the red pupils seemed to be just spreading mist.

The sound of heavy breathing gradually became louder, and the sound of slow running was getting closer.

Fyodor turned his head, and the soft tail of hair brushed his collar.

"Wait a moment!"

Finally, with a bang, the variable came.

The door to the roof was slammed open, and the elementary school students who rushed over panted heavily and rushed over with the last bit of strength.

His feet went limp, and he fell to the ground in some embarrassment.But when he raised his head, there was no hesitation in those dark blue pupils.

caught up.

...

The red light wrapped the black cloth, and the next moment rolled around the waist of the brown 'raccoon', bringing him behind the three people who rushed over.

Recalling the crisp metallic sound, Izumi Jinghua pulled out the dagger with her backhand, and together with Akutagawa, they protected their teacher behind their backs.

"It's so slow~" Edogawa Ranpo complained clearly that he said too much and offended Nakahara Chuya, but he didn't feel that he was at fault.

Atsushi Nakajima, who hurried over after receiving the text message, took a breath. He saw the smiling Edogawa Ranbo from the gap between the two behind him, then turned around and looked over there again, so angry that his coat was floating on the ground. Nakahara Chuya in mid-air.

"Why did Chuya-sensei attack Ranpo-sensei?" He didn't quite understand the current situation, "Did Ranpo-sensei say anything?"

But as a member of the Armed Student Union, he has a clear understanding of his instructor, in terms of annoying others.

"He's not a teacher. The only teacher here is Lord Ranpo!" The young man whose body was firmly covered by Akutagawa jumped up dissatisfied, revealing the black hair on top of his head, "And I'm just telling the truth!"

The smoke and dust dispersed, and Rashomon's appearance clearly appeared in front of Nakahara Chuya.

This is a hostile gesture against him.

Staring at the black beast floating in the air, Nakahara Chuya's knuckles creaked lightly, he twisted his neck, and his voice was hoarse.

"Akutagawa, are you going to betray?" His eyes were cold, "Betray PortMafia, betray Dazai?"

At the same time, Edogawa ranpo spoke.

"You guys still remember what Dazai said." His expression seemed to be smiling, "'Listen to Ranpo-sama', if my reasoning is correct, he must have said this sentence."

The blue pupils seemed to be looking at the green pupils at a distance of [-] meters, and the two stared at each other tightly without giving way.

The tension between the two brought a huge amount of information, Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka suddenly raised their heads and looked at Akutagawa next to them.

But at the center of the topic, Akutagawa Ryunosuke himself looked calm, as if the conflict was not caused by his own actions.

"My teacher, I did say that." The dust that filled the air made him cough lightly, and then he said firmly, "Mr. Dazai did tell me what to do."

"But I have the right to analyze the situation and take action on my own."

As soon as the words fell, Rashomon wrapped around Atsushi Nakajima's waist in front of him, and threw Atsushi Nakajima in the direction of Chuya Nakahara.

Unprepared, Atsushi Nakajima drew a black and white arc in the air.

"Ugh?"

Rashomon's movements were clean and neat, as if he had rehearsed them hundreds of times in his mind.And Akutagawa's face clearly wrote a sentence: "Like this. '

Akutagawa's face-changing speed was unexpectedly fast.

Edogawa, who hadn't expected it, groaned, and then quickly reacted.He didn't stop anything, but cheered with a trumpet gesture around his mouth: "Dun! Come on!"

It looks like it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was tricked by his classmates and teachers at the same time, almost burst into tears in mid-air.

"What are you doing, Akutagawa!!!" His voice almost broke.

When the blue light exploded, Atsushi Nakajima's limbs transformed into those of a white tiger, and the sharp tiger claws tore Rashomon's cloth.He turned over in the air, and at this time Nakajima Atsushi was already approaching Nakahara Chuya.

"Wait, Mr. Chuya, Mr. Chuya—"

"boom!"

The Hong Kong-Black cadre raised his leg indifferently, and kicked the white tiger boy who was jumping over him, sinking deep into the ground.The concrete floor was cracked and dusty.

Those blue eyes were hidden in the shadow under the forehead hair, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also turned his back to the sun, looking down at the 'prey' in front of him.

"Then deal with you first." He raised his foot indifferently, "Then kill the ones over there one by one."

In the shadow under the cadre's feet, Atsushi Nakajima slowly got up.

"Hi huh...?"

A red light flashed, and with a bang, Edogawa ranbu covered Izumi Kyoka's eyes, and turned around with a look of 'it has nothing to do with me'.

"Don't look at the mirror flower~"

"But Dun..." Quan Jinghua turned her back, hesitating.

"No problem no problem."

The unreliable teacher turned his gaze to the back, he opened his eyes, then narrowed them quickly in less than a second, returning to his smiling appearance.

"Miss over there~" His voice was cheerful, completely unaffected by the battle ahead, "Can you use your badge for me?"

Behind them, a primary school girl with brown bob hair stood hesitantly.

...

"Mr. Dazai, wait a minute." The violent exercise made the primary school student a little overwhelmed. Conan propped himself up on the ground and slowly got up. He didn't leave his gaze to the other two, but staggered a few steps towards the front figure.

And the man he was looking at turned his face slightly, his expression hidden between slightly curly black hair.

"He is?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko asked, pointing his finger with black nail polish to the elementary school student who suddenly appeared.

It seems that the follow-up direction has been predicted, and there is no point in waiting.Fyodor lifted his robe and sat back in his seat again.

"The center of the world, I didn't expect to find it here." He quickly got the reason for the change, "Is Edogawa Ranpo?"

"I've heard of that man." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said rather bored.

The expected thing was interrupted, and he returned to his empty appearance before.

It doesn't matter what, as long as you can get that thing, it doesn't hurt to wait.

"Mr. Dazai..." Before he could catch his breath, Conan coughed, and then said worriedly, "Could you come here a little bit?"

"Ah, Kudo-kun." His tone rose, and he seemed to be in a good mood.However, the tension in Conan's eyes did not weaken, but became more intense.

Dazai didn't look back.

"Is there something wrong? If there is nothing wrong, don't hinder me from finding the meaning of life~" It was like meeting an acquaintance in the morning and saying hello.

'Morning, the weather is fine today. '

'Such a fine weather is suitable for suicide~'

He used to greet colleagues in the detective agency with this tone in the past, as if it was still yesterday.

nothing.

It will be over soon.

"I see, Mr. Dazai." Conan stepped forward again, wiping the sweat off his face, "You don't want to hurt us, do you?"

These words finally moved the figure from behind.

Osamu Dazai turned around and looked over from a distance.

Seemingly interested in what Conan said, he pretended to be listening attentively.

Conan seized the opportunity and expressed his reasoning like a wooden warehouse: "If you really want to plunder this world, then there is no need for Atsushi and the others to come with me."

"Dun and the others won't do anything. Instead, they will help us. This conflicts with that plan!" Conan emphasized the tone of the last sentence.

This is the easiest breakout point.

It is the same reason that Izumi Kyoka left Atsushi Nakajima and went to Conan alone in the case of the Yuhai family a few weeks ago.Atsushi Nakajima, who will be saddened by solving the case and causing grief to the victim's family, he can't, he will definitely not wave his tiger's claws on his friend.

It was Atsushi Nakajima that Conan trusted.

Fyodor, who was listening, laughed, and he turned his head to look at the "similar" on the edge of the roof, seemingly doubtful but calm: "Mr. Dazai?"

If the central figure of this world is not cleared in time in the Central Plains, then Fyodor's plan is tantamount to a complete abort.

The person being questioned was still smiling, but remained silent and did not answer.

Conan knew he was right.

He took a few more steps forward, and now he was only ten steps away from Osamu Dazai.

"I remember Atsushi said that he is the 'key'." Conan continued, not daring to make a small move under Osamu Dazai's emotionless gaze, "You want to attract the 'book' from their world through Atsushi from another world. ',Right!"

The pair of sharp iris-colored pupils in front of him seemed to be able to pierce the skin and see every blood vessel in his body.

But Conan's footsteps did not stop at all.

"A magical item that can achieve everything, if one cannot do it, then two must be able to do it!"

Except for Nakahara Nakaya and others who are in the same world as Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi and others in a different world seem to be unplanned variables.

But could this man really be missing something?

A different world, Atsushi Nakajima's unique, 'Key'.

Osamu Dazai wants the 'book' of that world.

That's why people from two different worlds appear here.

Osamu Dazai's purpose was not to plunder from the very beginning.

Conan raised his head and looked firmly at the man who was much taller than him: "Mr. Dazai, am I right?"

Use the devil to prepare everything for Nakajima Atsushi and the others in the different world, create events that can make them grow, and finally dispatch the boss with the highest combat power and the last level.

Chuya Nakahara's goal is not Mao Lilan and the others, but Atsushi Nakajima.

As Conan said, the plan to replace the world was not in his alternative plan from the beginning.

"Crack, crack." Clapping hands, the leader of the port mafia slowly applauded Conan.The corners of his smiling mouth pressed down until it became a straight line.

"I don't seem to have anything to say," the man admitted.

Not far away, the polite smile of the demon gradually faded away, and beside him, Shibusawa Ryuhiko slowly stretched out his hand.

"As expected, Dazai-kun, human beings are afraid of death, and you are the same." The black nail polish on his pale hands was particularly conspicuous, Shibusawa Ryuhiko picked up the 'book' that was put down by Dazai Osamu on the table.

He opened it, and with a little force, tore the entire red book in half.

The sound of the book being torn overwhelmed the sound of the strong wind, tearing apart the false sense of peace between them that didn't have much sincerity.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko let go, and the blank paper fluttered in the air with the strong wind from the roof, like a dancing elf.The paper spread out, making a rustling sound as the wind blows leaves.

Fyodor stretched out his hand and gently took the white paper floating in front of his eyes.

Rough texture, irregular cracks.There is no need to say anything more.

It's not a 'book'.

As if interested in this development, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised the corners of his mouth and sat up a little.Under his gaze, Fyodor let go, letting the paper fall from between his fingers and flutter to the ground.

The devil shook his head, as if he was feeling sorry for himself, and also seemed to be feeling sorry for the plan that had developed to this point.

He simply stated the facts.

"I'm being used."