Why can't we be friends after the friendship ending?

Edogawa Rampo thinks he is a very powerful superpower, and he is also an excellent detective.

If there is any problem that cannot be solved, then handing it over to him will definitely be able to find out the key very easily and give a reasonable explanation.

But now, he can only sit in the Armed Detective Agency, commanding others to save his friend from a distance.

Why not please yourself?He thought, that guy Chuan was willing to ask even the people of Mafia at the port, but he didn't choose them who should have been friends all along.

Even Osamu Dazai was sent in by them.

It is obviously an important matter, but he is unwilling to entrust it to himself who is closer and can definitely solve the problem in the first place. This always makes Edogawa Ranpo feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, it's not just dissatisfaction with this "distrust", but more of a detective's keen sense of crisis.

He sat on the table with his arms folded, staring sideways at the potato chips on the table, thinking of something for no reason.

Dazai hadn't contacted them for a while. Not surprisingly, the other party should have entered the so-called "single-player instance".With the addition of two layers of barriers, it may be difficult to convey the news.

According to the existing data, the single-player dungeon is a reappearance of a certain period of time, which is equivalent to returning to a certain period of time.

So will "he" in the single-player instance meet Fukuzawa?

Will he in the dungeon notice this subtle incongruity... and thus participate in this matter?

of course!

Edogawa Ranpo nodded to himself, sweeping away the worries in his heart.

He is a detective!Isn't this a matter of course?

At the same time, the famous Mr. Detective in the single-player dungeon went astray and started analyzing something else.

"...I think Chuan should have a memory, and he is also very familiar with the people next to him. In short, he is not necessarily dangerous at the Mafia port." Edogawa explained, "What's more, during this period of time, the port Mafia's behavior has also changed a bit, and I guess it has something to do with the guy next to him."

"You mean he's the head of Mafia at the port?" Yosano Akiko asked.

Edogawa didn't reply, but Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the teacup in front of him, pondered for a long time and said, "It's that boy."

"I remember it was Osamu Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke, who had been silent for a while, was stunned when he heard the words, and asked aloud: "Please ask, you mean 'Dazai Osamu' is the leader of Mafia at the port?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded slightly.

Oda was in a trance, and Edogawa knew what was going on as soon as he squinted his eyes: "Is he the one who donated money to your child during this time?"

Not long ago, Oda mentioned this matter in the Armed Detective Agency. He has adopted too many children, big and small, and it is time to spend money. Just eating every day is a big expense.With the salary of an armed detective agency, they can't afford such a big expense.

It is mainly thanks to Mr. "Osamu Dazai" whose origin is unknown and who has left no information except his name.

That gentleman would subsidize a sum of money every month through the boss who helped him take care of the children. Oda also wanted to find someone to thank him, but every time he happened to miss the meeting with the other party, and he couldn't find out by name investigation. .

The name Osamu Dazai once made Oda suspect that it was a fake name, but he did not expect to hear it again under such circumstances.

Although they have never met each other before, the leader of Mafia at the port has a good opinion of Oda all of a sudden.

He nodded embarrassingly, and said, "I don't think anyone who is willing to help children is a bad person."

Edogawa clasped his hands and nodded, "That's right, that's it."

"Let's just come and visit directly!"

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"What did you see?"

As soon as Fukuzawa finished divination, Dazai immediately asked, not thinking about losing his vest in the Armed Detective Agency during that meeting.

Fukuzawa was silent for a while, then scratched his hair: "How should I put it, it's just... I don't recommend you to spend time on this matter."

Dazai lowered his eyes. In fact, he didn't expect this situation, but he still felt a little frustrated when he heard the other party say this with his own ears.

"So what happened?"

Fukuzawa replied: "I once told you about 'fate', right?"

"It is true, but you also said that you wanted to fight it," Dazai said.

Fukuzawa shook his head: "It's not that simple, fate is a more cunning existence than you imagine."

"For example, I told a person, don't go out by bike tomorrow night, you will have a car accident. But the next night, he received the news that his mother was ill, and he needed to rush over to deal with something immediately. He went, and then he didn't survive, but his mother survived."

"You see, even if he knows that doing this will lead to accidents and death, but at that time, he will always have various reasons to do it."

Dazai stared at him for a while, then asked, "So, what are you going to do?"

Fukuzawa clenched his hands tightly, stood up and said, "Before answering your question, I want to ask you, do you think I can build such a 'game' with my own abilities?"

Dazai shook his head: "I don't know your ability, and sometimes I even feel that your ability will not be limited by me."

If his neutralization worked, then this "game" should have ended the moment he touched Fukuzawa.

But it’s not over yet. Dazai’s own guess is that this “game” will not be limited by his ability, it’s something that exists above the “supernatural ability”, maybe it’s the same thing as the “book” .

Fukuzawa looked back at him: "I don't think I can do it, otherwise let's ask the 'acquaintances' who know my past very well."

Before he finished speaking, the phone next to Dazai's hand rang.

He looked up at Fukuzawa, picked up the phone, and heard his subordinates inform the Armed Detective Agency of a visit.

Chuan was serious and didn't look too happy, Dazai thought, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

He'd wanted to know something for a long time, and now he had the chance.