The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

"To be precise, both are criminals - one is a kidnapper and the other is a child accuser!"

"..."

"........."

"?????"

Not to mention the two people who were named this time, even Miyuki Oda and Atsushi Nakajima couldn't control their twitching expressions.Especially a certain white-haired boy, this poor kid has neither acting skills nor the ability to bear, and his expression looks as if he is about to cry.

"That, that..." he said dryly.

"Actually, I used to be a criminal a few years ago." Dazai raised one of his legs and continued unhurriedly, not showing consideration for his friends at all, "At that time I used my brain and special I can get huge rewards by creating and solving various difficult incidents. Once, I was entrusted by a certain behind-the-scenes political group to arrange a big case-in the speech at the international summit, let the country at that time The prime minister's is considered "totally real hair! "'s wig flew into the air with a whoosh! There was also a hanging curtain of "I'm an idiot" under the wig, which eventually led to the sudden decline of Neon's international status!"

A few people other than him: "..."

"The person who easily broke through the ultra-strict security and successfully imposed this mechanism is the one who despised me, so he was sentenced to 50 years and five months in prison."

He paused at this point: "By the way, just to add a little bit, five months is the crime of attempted injury, and 50 years is the crime of leaking state secrets."

A few people who didn't know what expressions to make: "..."

"This was before Atsu-kun joined the detective agency, and I don't miss it at all now." Dazai said, putting the cup back on the coffee table after drinking tea, "Although I got such a sentence, considering my personal outstanding talent , was finally given special preferential treatment by the government, and was able to join the current detective agency.

Atsushi Nakajima: "... So, Mr. Dazai, did you join the detective agency in this way?"

Oda Miyuki: "..." Wake up, no matter how you think about it, it seems more like nonsense.

Not to mention the two onlookers, the suspected criminals on the opposite side seemed stunned by the huge amount of information.

"...your resume sounds very good," the false Russian said after a long silence, "but it doesn't prove that one of us is a criminal."

Osamu Dazai showed an expression of "I guess you would say that": "Through the previous search of the nearby surveillance cameras, it can be confirmed that your car was indeed used yesterday. In terms of the safety level of the car, only the owner himself —I think you two didn't stay together all day yesterday, did you?"

Dazai Osamu's tone was very firm, but the two people on the opposite side looked at each other and did not deny it.

"By the way, I forgot to explain—didn't I mention my supernatural ability just now, and the name of the ability is "Disqualification in the World". Dazai seemed to realize what he was missing, and added:

"The function of this ability is the ability to 'copy all the supernatural powers you touch'. Because this ability is too perverted, people used to complain that 'your supernatural power shouldn't exist in this world!', That’s why it’s called ‘Disqualification in the World’.”

"puff--"

Oda Miyuki took a sip of tea.

"Shenyuki?!" Atsushi Nakajima, who was originally in a daze, looked over in surprise when he heard the voice.

"No, no, it's okay, cough, cough, cough." Oda Miyuki said, while reluctantly waving his hand, "Accidentally choked."

"...Oh." Atsushi Nakajima said.

The corner of Oda Miyuki's mouth twitched and looked at the man who was talking endlessly, and then at Atsushi Nakajima with a calm face next to him.

Then she had a sense of foreboding.

...That is to say, the "Osamu Dazai" in this book, the supernatural power is really the mode of this person who hates Devil May Cry?

...Although his original ability is hard to describe.

The conversation has progressed so far, except for Dazai, the humanoid nonsense machine, the others have all suffered mental or physical injuries to varying degrees.The whole room was as quiet as if there was only one living person, and only his voice was still echoing:

"Actually, the person in charge of the detective agency's case was originally another senior, but he is working in Kanagawa these days. So I copied his supernatural power to find out the murderer of this case."

After finishing this passage full of slots, Dazai returned to his previous self-confident appearance, and glanced between the two people on the opposite side——

"The real prisoner is this Mr. Tuo Si."

Tosi: "..."

Forest Taro: "..."

This time, neither of them reacted too strongly.

It may be that the three views have been subverted before, or it may have fallen into the sage time after repeated stimulation.Morin Taro still had the expression of a good old man, while Tosi pinched his brows and said like a repeater:

"What's the reason? Your supernatural ability can't give evidence that I'm the kidnapper."

Ok?

Oda Miyuki was slightly taken aback, feeling that something was wrong.

"I don't think I said the word 'kidnapper'?"

After a few seconds of silence, Dazai said in a tone of "ah, you're so self-confident".

Oda Miyuki: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Fake Mori Ogai: "..."

False Maozi: "..."

That's right, Osamu Dazai didn't say the word "kidnapping" from the beginning to the end.

When referring to the prisoner before, he used a very subtle word, "abduction".

Maozi's face changed slightly, and the middle-aged man next to him also realized the problem.Without waiting for the other party to say something, Dazai once again grabbed the right to speak: "Of course, based on the principle that isolated evidence cannot stand, Tuo Sijun's little 'slip of the tongue' just now cannot be taken as absolute evidence."

After finishing speaking, he shrugged his shoulders: "However, Tuo Sijun shouldn't think that I'm cheating on you, right?"

"..." Fyodor looked at him coldly.

On the opposite sofa, Oda Miyuki was in a very complicated mood.

Perhaps because of psychological shadows or other reasons, she always felt a vague sense of pressure when facing this false "Fei Jia".

But now, her sense of pressure is gone, just a little stomachache.

Dazai didn't even look at him anymore, and turned to Morintaro next to Maozi: "You two, you were supposed to go on a trip, right? But for some reason, it was canceled later, so you can only play games at home all night."

"Yes, because I have a fever." Morin Taro looked at the man beside him, although he hesitated, but finally said, "This matter should have nothing to do with Tuo Sijun, it's me and my Alice playing games Time, accidentally..."

He choked at this point, then stopped talking.

However, as the only normal people (probably) in the room, Oda Miyuki and Nakajima Atsushi looked at him inexplicably:

Although I don't know who Alice is, it is obviously a female name.To be able to play games with a woman/girl/girl and get a fever or something...

It's really thought-provoking.

"As for guessing that you are going on a trip, it's because the two of you are social people with jobs, but you are on leave for a week in a row. You just said that the refrigerator is empty." Dazai said, "There are eight out of ten reasons for canceling the trip temporarily. Something went wrong with one of the parties—that is, trying to establish a fever, or, 'something happened to one of them'."

"So I tried it just now, and it proved that the person with the fever was Mr. Mori. Although it seems that the fever has subsided now, I still canceled my plan to go out because of this."

Fyodor suddenly said: "So, I am the prisoner?"

Dazai blinked: "Because, no prisoner would change the crime plan just because of such a trivial matter as a fever. It is also because of this accident that you have to choose another way to carry out the kidnapping."

"Based on these speculations, as long as the house is purposely searched, something will definitely be found. For example..."

Before Dazai could finish "such as", the Russian sitting opposite them suddenly laughed tremblingly.

"I'm so touched..."

Then, he said in a slow tone.

This sentence surprised everyone, including the old man sitting next to him.After a brief silence, the black-haired boy stood up, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, and finally looked in the direction of Oda Miyuki.

Oda Miyuki: "..."

The moment she was stared at by those familiar purple eyes, the girl suddenly felt her scalp go numb.The memory uncontrollably recalled the black-haired boy who almost made her life take a fork seven or eight years ago; and the reunion not long ago, the other party said to her in that non-aggressive voice:

【"I'm glad you can remember, after all these years, I have always missed you—my'Odileia'."】

"I'll give you a suggestion. It's better to kill her immediately. Otherwise, countless people will die."

The exact same voice in reality overlapped with the syllables in memory, reverberating and resonating in Oda Miyuki's mind.The girl raised her head and stared at him uncontrollably, a vague idea emerged in her mind:

This man... maybe he actually...

Dazai's expression turned cold: "Who are you?"

Fyodor smiled and looked at him like a toy without self-awareness: "Me? I'm just a good-hearted Russian."

As his words finished, a heavy, dull, indistinct shadow emerged from the void behind him like a hallucination.The outline of His edge is like a layer of veil or fog of nothingness, twisting, circling and struggling in the nothingness air, like a chick trying to break free from its eggshell.

"Crack", the sound of something cracking.

Some kind of indescribable and huge emotion poured down from another world, pouring into this small space like a torrent.Confusion, fear, doubt, trembling and even joy fill every inch of the brain and take root directly to the place called the soul.

Oda Miyuki's eyes were forced to stick to the black shadow, and he felt the pain of suffocation, and it was clearly like a hallucination.She was no longer able to pay attention to the reactions of other people. After struggling in vain for a few seconds, her body, which was on the verge of limit, was finally dragged into the quagmire of coma.

What it is? !