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

This is not a fair deal, on the contrary, neither of them is a good ending for them.

Even compared to saving Fukuzawa, letting him die like this is the most profitable choice.

Even Osamu Dazai couldn't say "then go back to the past".

Indeed, as Fukuzawa said, this is a dead end.

If he had known earlier, Dazai might have given up earlier.

But up to now, sitting diagonally across from him is Chuya Nakahara, who is determined and carries out his own thoughts. He knows that it is too late to retreat now.

If this is a dead end, they can only go all the way.

"……Is there any other method?"

"Maybe." Edogawa replied.

Before dawn, they arrived at their destination, but before getting off the car, they failed to discuss the final plan.

But Edogawa proposed to go to the laboratory where Fukuzawa was in before.

It was easier than they imagined, as if someone had opened the back door for them, finding the place along the way, and getting Fukuzawa's information was extremely simple.However, the information in the materials is basically not helpful.

Just like what Fukuzawa Yukichi told them before they came, he was a work born out of experiments, and at the same time, someone had plotted to kill many people for his freedom.Although it was unbelievable for him with his three-none look at the time.

But there was a paragraph in it that caught Edogawa's attention.

"...Guiding to touch the slate."

"What is the slate?" He immediately asked the person who gave them the information.

The other party supported the sword, stood upright, and replied: "It is a stone slab for research."

"Can I see this?"

"...Please wait a moment, I will ask the king." The other party seemed a little surprised, went out and dialed a communication, and came back after a while, with a slightly dignified expression on his face, "Please follow me. "

The man led them out of the research institute, took a car to the vicinity of a tower-like building, and led them all the way to the top floor.

When passing by one of the floors, Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly looked out the window with some concern.

"What's wrong?" Dazai folded his hands and looked at the elevator buttons, but he seemed to be paying close attention to his every move.

"...It feels a bit strange." Zhongya replied, "Is Chuan... here?"

Dazai glanced at the scenery outside the elevator, and said thoughtfully, "Who knows..."

Soon, the straight up and down elevator dragged a group of people to the top floor.After getting out of the elevator, the magnificently decorated interior and...a quaint stone slab under the floor tiles greet people's eyes.

It was difficult for the three of them to express clearly the throbbing feeling they felt at the moment they saw it, as if something was trembling for it, warning them not to try to get close.

"...Does the power of the Sword of Damocles... come from this thing?" Chuya asked.

"I'm afraid not." Edogawa said, he turned his head and asked the person who led the way, "Have you tried to destroy it?"

"This... I don't know very well." The man said halfway, and there was another sound from the elevator behind them.

A calm man with dark blue hair walked over slowly from the elevator. The leather shoes on his feet stepped on the ground, and there was a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

"Mr. GM?" Dazai asked with a smile.

"We met for the first time." Munakata Reisi nodded slightly, "The stone slab cannot be destroyed by conventional methods."

"Isn't it okay to break through violently?"

"It will be fixed automatically."

Dazai followed suit and nodded: "So that's the case, can you let me try my ability?"

"Your ability?"

"Well, nullification."

"That……"

"Dazai." Edogawa suddenly stopped him, "Don't try."

……

The subtle sense of commotion was like insects and lice crawling on the skin, and the dense feeling made Fukuzawa a little restless.

The automatic door not far away was opened, and then a familiar figure walked in from there, and sat down in front of him again.

"Why did you mobilize so many people suddenly?" Fukuzawa asked the other party with a smile while supporting his head.

Munakata Reishi remained motionless: "The impact of heavy rain must be prevented from waterlogging."

Fukuzawa felt something was wrong, it was very close, but it didn't seem to be, but he couldn't find a more accurate connection point, so there was nothing wrong with thinking so.

"You have something to lie to me, but it's okay, I don't really care about such things." He nodded.

"While waiting, I want to ask you, you said you can see the 'thread of fate', so in your eyes, what does your thread look like now?" Munakata Reisi sat upright, watching him.

Fukuzawa didn't answer immediately, he looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly raised his finger slightly.

Suddenly there was a thunderbolt outside the window, and the citrus placed on the top of the fruit plate on the table rolled down in a weak shaking as if shaken by the sound.Munakata Reisi subconsciously reached out to help, but for some reason, his outstretched hand fell on Fukuzawa's palm.

Tangerines rolled on the carpet with a crackling sound.

Fukuzawa shook his hand and laughed: "This is the grip of fate!"

"..." Munakata withdrew his hand, "Is this why you keep being a gay fighter in the illusion?"

The corner of Fukuzawa's mouth twitched, "That was an accident."

The very big accident is simply a serial car accident.

"But this is indeed the grip of 'fate'."

Munakata Reishi suddenly understood what was going on: "Are you interfering with what happened just now?"

"Well, before I explain my thread to you, I have to tell you how this thing works. Li Siqin thinks, what is fate?"

Munakata Reishi originally wanted to reply that he didn't believe in fate, but it was not convenient for him to continue to understand these, so he replied instead: "Coincidence."

"Is it really just a coincidence?" Fukuzawa asked again, looking at the person in front of him, he slowly withdrew his hand, "Actually, in my opinion, there is no coincidence, all developments are preordained. For example The citrus just now has only a 5.00% chance of falling under the lightning strike because of the energy brought by the sound, and what I have done is to make this 5.00% become [-]%."

"That's how I interfere."

"...In other words, you think you can't live because..."

"Well, there is no such possibility." Fukuzawa replied, he looked up to the direction of the ceiling, even though he couldn't see it now, he knew that there was some kind of "sword" above the law, All his threads were tightly wound around it, in an attempt to slow down its decay by binding it.

After the rapid thunder, the rain outside the window gradually became weaker, and finally seemed to stop.

The two faced each other in silence, until the twilight of the setting sun passed through the clouds and sprinkled on the two of them.The quaint and fragile light shines above the sky of Tokyo, silently bringing some kind of coercion.

Resembling the trembling sound of tinnitus, Fukuzawa stood up and looked out the window: "...The time is up."

He laughed as if sighing: "What are you waiting for? The King of Blue."