Overwhelming the days when Dazai-kun lived a hundred years

As the boy sang, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to change instantly, and there seemed to be countless characters circulating in the eyes that opened again.

Edogawa ranpo, looking at the corpse in front of him, countless details were magnified in his brain, no clue, no matter how small, could escape his eyes, all the relevant links were arranged one by one, knowing what he really wanted spied on by him.

"Huh? The detective said that this matter is very troublesome." Edogawa took off his glasses, and he seemed to be a little irritated, pressing his hat.

He turned his head to look at Fukuzawa Yukichi and said, "President, the other party is a person with supernatural abilities."

Fukuji Sakurachi has been paying attention to the situation here, and when he heard Edogawa Ranbu's words, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, walked into the boy and looked down into his eyes to confirm:

"Can you confirm which country it is from?" Fukuchi Sakurachi's words were somewhat inductive. If the person who assassinated the ambassador turned out to be a native of the country or even a Yokohama native, it might not be a good thing.

Yokohama, which has been in the vortex of right and wrong all year round, is already unbearable for large-scale wars and situations to recur.

"Not from my own country, but from country Y." Edogawa Luanpo replied, thinking about what Si Nanfeng did in his heart, to collect so many strange and strange abilities.

It can even be said that many of the abilities are very tasteless, but after arranging troops in the hands of that guy, it has produced such a terrifying effect.

Although the other party is definitely not as smart as the famous detective, it can be said that among ordinary people, his intelligence and resourcefulness are considered top-notch.

Although I thought so in my heart, I was 100% focused on Fukuji Sakurachi's temptation to Edogawa Ranpo.

"How many people from Country Y are there in this hotel?" Fukuchi Sakurachi looked at the stunned hotel manager and said.

"People from country y?" The hotel manager thought for a while, as if he wasn't sure, he looked at the records held by Fukuchi Sakurachi with timid eyes and said, "All the records are on it."

On the other hand, the timid receptionist tugged at the hotel manager's clothes and seemed to have something to say.

Fukuzawa Yukichi saw the other person's movements and expressions, so he knew what she might be thinking: "Is there any problem? Did you think of some clues?"

Although he had tried his best to calm down his tone, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was full of sharp aura, still made the receptionist take a step back in fright, swallowed his saliva and whispered:

"Because it's not the tourist season recently, there are only three people from country y."

When Fukuchi Sakura heard this, she looked up at the front desk and asked, "How do you know there are only three people?"

He looked at the delicate front desk with some doubts, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes unconsciously.

The receptionist who was frightened by the sullen Fukuchi Sakura looked like a frightened rabbit, sprinting backwards. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but she just hid behind Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Because... because the language of country y is quite special, I happen to know it, so I will pay special attention to it."

The stumbling explanation at the front desk almost made me cry.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his attention on Edogawa Ranpo, as if he wanted to ask whether what the woman in front of him said was true.

However, seeing Edogawa Ranpo's calm expression, I'm afraid that this incident has nothing to do with him at all as the front desk said. He only pays more attention to people from other countries because he can speak Y Mandarin.

Fukuji Sakurachi has also been paying attention to Edogawa Ranpo's expression all the time, seeing that the other party and Fukuzawa Yukichi both want to continue listening, so she handed the record in her hand directly to the front desk, asking her to just recognize out of those people.

The front desk smiled awkwardly at Fukuji Sakura who handed over the record, and then it turned out that the record was exactly as he said, she had a clear memory of the relevant information, and she pointed out the few people from Country Y who were in the hotel completely without thinking.

Looking at these names, Fukuchi Sakura raised her eyebrows, and a certain guess crossed her mind.

"Damn it." Although he didn't know that country y man named Kikyo, the other two names were names that Fukuji Sakurachi had known for a long time.

One is a well-known intelligence officer of country y, who claims to be the ace assassin of country y; while the other is an international killer who has been recorded by them.

I'm afraid that this case is really the reason why they cannot escape the internal invasive struggle, Fukuji Sakurachi thought so.

His heart was covered with a layer of haze. After all, if this is the case, the people of Country Y will never admit this matter, and it is very likely that they will push all the problems to Yokohama in the end.

"Little Edogawa, do you know the cause of the ambassador's death?" Sakura Fukuchi looked at the boy who was a head shorter than herself and said curiously.

Edogawa Ranpo instinctively rejected Fukuji Sakurachi, not simply because he knew the identity of the other party, but because of the aura of the other party, which made him very unhappy.

But now it's always necessary to make false claims, Edogawa Luanpo's mood became even more irritable when he thought of this, damn Si Nanfeng, how much trouble are you going to cause me.

While thinking like this, he replied perfunctorily: "The supernatural power directly sucks out all the blood in the whole body."

After speaking, he seemed to glance casually towards the front desk who was hiding behind Fukuzawa Yukichi at some point.

Because the tall Fukuzawa Yukichi stood in front of him and watched Sao at the front desk, and winked mischievously at his own Edogawa Ranpo.

Edogawa Ranpo retracted his eyes instantly, and the depression in his heart became more irritable.

Not only let the detectives do white work, but also ask a detective to help with the patching, which is simply too much.

……

"Yawn..." Si Nanfeng rubbed his nose, this was his third sneeze within half an hour.

Osamu Dazai caressed the other person's forehead with some concern, thankfully the temperature under his palm was quite normal.

Si Nanfeng smiled and comforted his lover, patted each other's hands and said, "I'm fine, I don't have a cold, I'm afraid Edogawa Ranpo is scolding me."

Because of Kikyo's arrival in Yokohama, Masaichi Irie seemed to be planning to take a break temporarily, so whether it was Nanfeng or Pengo Lie, they were all in a state of truce these days.

The two of them were idle and bored in the afternoon, so they sat on the porch and watched the lotus in the pool to pass the time. Si Nanfeng sketched a meticulous painting of the lotus himself on a whim.

The two of them hadn't enjoyed such a leisurely time for a long time, so today's sneaking out of their busy schedules made them feel very happy, and it was at this time that Si Nanfeng started to sneeze continuously.

"You are too narrow." Osamu Dazai did not follow Si Nanfeng's words this time, but looked at his lover who was suddenly out of tune with a helpless expression.

Si Nanfeng smiled shyly and didn't care about Osamu Dazai's teasing at all. He picked up a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth, and replied vaguely:

"There is no way, no matter what you do, there will be a lot of flaws in front of Edogawa Ranpo, so just drag him into the water."

These words became more and more inconsequential, but Osamu Dazai knew that what the other party said was not a lie. Instead of doing something without telling the other party, it is better to put everything on the bright side, so that the other party has to stand by him.

Although this is one of the commonly used tactics, it was not this that surprised Osamu Dazai, but Si Nanfeng's increasingly revealing madness.

It can be said that for so many years, he has never seen a lover act like this.

Although it is not unacceptable, Osamu Dazai was still a little worried about the current situation with too much contrast. He stared at Si Nanfeng uncertainly to confirm: "Asi, is there really no problem with the loopholes in the mind?"

Si Nanfeng's concern for his lover is very appropriate, but he is still unwilling to let the other party worry, so.Putting down the watermelon very simply, after wiping his fingers with a handkerchief, he pulled Osamu Dazai into his arms.

Accidentally, Osamu Dazai fell into the embrace of the familiar sandalwood.Si Nanfeng never used perfume, but for some reason the student came with a scent of sandalwood.

It was also this fragrance that made him look more gentle and out-of-this-world. Before he could think about it, the spiritual power of his lover who was completely inconsistent with his appearance poured out, completely enveloping his whole spirit.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Osamu Dazai seized the initiative in an instant. He pulled the opponent's skirt tightly with his backhand, and pulled Si Nanfeng into him.

However, the usually naughty black cat is very reliable when it comes to serious business. He didn't make any extra moves but wrapped his spiritual power around his lover in the most meticulous way, and carefully explored Si Nanfeng's entire spiritual world. .

After a long time, he let go of Si Nanfeng with a reassuring expression.

"Fortunately, A Si, no matter what I do, you need to let me check your spiritual world regularly in the future."

Si Nanfeng looked at the serious Dazai Zhizhi and nodded with a smile. Naturally, he is not a person who doesn't know what is good or bad, and he fully understands the seriousness of his lover.

"Okay." With a startling sound, Si Nanfeng promised Dazai with a smile.

I don't know if it's because there is too much tenderness in this smile, or because of the afternoon sun.

Seeing Si Nanfeng like this, Dazai wanted to cry, so he reached out and grabbed Si Nanfeng's wrist which was on the table.

Touching the fair skin on his wrist, Osamu Dazai looked like a pond full of blooming lotuses: "Asi."

"Where do you think the lost cornerstone of the world will be?" Si Nanfeng suddenly thought of something, and looked at the pensive Osamu Dazai.

Unexpectedly, his lover would suddenly bring up this question. Osamu Dazai pondered for a long time before saying, "I think there is a high probability that it should be somewhere, but normally, the cornerstone will not be too far away from the child of the world."

Regarding Si Nanfeng's question, Osamu Dazai is actually not very clear about it, but with his knowledge of the book, he can probably come to this conclusion. However, this matter has become very difficult, after all, they cannot know the world for sure Who is the son of the world?

Si Nanfeng naturally thought of this matter completely, and after thinking about it like this, he felt that the next step was really unsustainable.

Fortunately, they have to retrieve the scattered pages of the book now, and wait until then to consider other issues.