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"Stop," someone said, "that's enough."

Liudao Muku blinked a little dullly, realizing that he had never heard this voice before.

The thick mist of illusion was completely dispelled, replaced by a white mist that seemed to be mixed with steam and sea water, charcoal and soot.

He turned around slowly, only the corner of the skirt could be seen through the mist.

"I said who, it turned out to be those guys who were stolen." The accent was gentle and pleasant, but the displeasure in his tone was hard to ignore, "Why, bring people from other worlds to pry into my house Lock?"

"...Agatha Christie?" After a long while, Ayatsuji said uncertainly.

"Hmph." The illusory figure hidden in the mist acquiesced in this address, "Speak up. Without a valid reason, my 'Never Survive' will not show mercy."

"...We just want to retrieve some memories." Edogawa Ranpo's voice was a little hoarse, but the gray fog like the London sky was shrouded everywhere, and no one could see the expressions of other people clearly.

Unfortunately, Ms. Christie was not affected by the fog: "Oh, your souls have been tampered with. I can see it. It doesn't matter, as long as you go back to the door, you will all remember."

"Xingya's supernatural ability will keep you in the best condition."

"—No." Unexpectedly, it was Poe who spoke, "I can't go back."

"If you return to the soul state, you will not be able to appear in the outside world at all times like you," Akutagawa Ryunosuke said calmly, "Even if you can stay in Yukiya's dream because of your strength, you can't do anything. "

"Don't think I'm going to be soft on your special status," Christie sneered, "You should also know what's going on with Yuki's supernatural ability, right?"

"Dead souls of filth and destruction."

"A space-based ability that is enough to incorporate the entire world. Before he releases the ability, all souls will be awake and unable to find peace."

"If more souls escape from it, have you thought about the consequences?"

"How could you—"

Atsushi Nakajima's voice was almost indistinguishable from a growl.

He took a deep breath, but he couldn't get rid of the emotions in it at all. Anger was more fierce than flames, burning his heart and his crumbling reason.

"How can you put this responsibility on him alone?!"

"...he is special." Christie's tone was light, "because he is the 'book'."

"The 'Book' chose Yokohama, Osamu Dazai, and this world," she said, looking at Atsushi Nakajima. "In terms of poor protection, you, the only one designated by the 'Book', are even more disqualified."

"you--"

"Dun!" Someone called him, "This is still Yukiya's superficial consciousness!"

"Ms. Christie," another voice said coldly, "you don't need to be so grandiose, the reason why you are here is because a new soul has escaped."

"who is it?"

There was a moment of silence in the mist.

"No one has anything to do with you." Christie seemed to raise her hand, and with her movement, the mist began to flow slowly, like a fine cloth, tightly entwining them, "Okay, enough greetings have been said Come on, hurry back to your original positions, I still have things to do."

"Chong!"

The trident that suddenly appeared blocked something hidden in the mist, and the white mist surged like a raging wave, but the blue mist refused to retreat, entangled to build a huge and frightening white behemoth.

The white tiger lowered its body, and its non-human animal pupils stared coldly at the white mist, waiting for an opportunity to move, as if it was about to devour everything in it at any time.

"Sorry, lady, I accepted their commission." Liudao Mu laughed, but his eyes were terribly cold, "No matter how far your ability can go, this is a dream world."

"There is an illusionist standing in front of you."

——With such harsh words, they escaped in a dangerous and even embarrassing manner.

"Why are all the Europeans showing up?" Liu Dao Muku complained, "Where did the people you are familiar with go?"

"Obviously, her strength is at the 'transcendent' level," said Ayatsuji pedestrian upsetly. "There is probably no one in Japan who has reached that level."

Obviously you are looking at the same memory, why do you know the proper noun that I have never seen before, Liu Dao Mu is speechless.

"Mr. Liudaokuo."

"Even if I tell it, no one will believe it." He waved his hand coldly, "As long as those things don't come after me, I won't reveal a word about what happened tonight to anyone."

"Then protect your little heir." Edogawa Ranpo said expressionlessly, "What he has in his hands is the cornerstone of the world."

Liudao Mukuro: "...I won't join Hei—"

Poe gave him a silent look.

Six Paths: "..."

Yukiya Yokosaki felt that he might have had a nightmare last night...but the nightmare was hidden in the white mist.

It's not all white?

He shook his head a little dizzily, as if in this way he could shake off the water that had turned into fog in his mind, and walked staggeringly to wash up.

Speaking of which, isn't it a bit strange?Although he is used to being alone...

...No, he is no longer alone, where are his figurines? !Normally, at least one person would accompany him!

Yukiya Yokosaki jumped up and almost hit the edge of the sink.But before opening his mouth to look for them, he hesitated and stopped.

We're all independent adults after all, maybe just hanging out?There is no danger here, it has been completely blocked by Peng Lie, and it is normal to leave him alone...

... not quite normal.

Yokosaki Yukiya fell into thinking a little anxiously, and when he came back to his senses, he had already started biting his nails.

...and accidentally picked up this bad habit again.

He silently put down his hands, washed his face again, and started searching quietly as if nothing happened just now.He was just worried. Although he could temporarily restore them to their normal size with illusion, he didn't know why they still looked like figures. Not to mention anything else, with their looks, the probability of encountering danger increased by 20%...

Fortunately, he didn't worry for long, and saw figurines sitting in a circle on the table in the living room outside the suite.

Yukiya Yokosaki let out a long breath of relief, and was about to step forward to say hello, when he paused slightly.

"Good morning……?"

Atsushi Nakajima, who was facing the door and didn't notice him, jumped like a frightened cat and almost jumped off the table: "Xingya? Are you awake?"

"It's already this time." Edogawa Ranpo muttered in a low voice, his glasses couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes, "I'm sorry, we were too obsessed with playing games."

Central Plains, who wanted to explain, was also stuck, and stared at him silently: Isn't this excuse too fake?

But Yukiya Yokozaki believed it!

"So I was playing a game. I said, why did you all look murderous just now? What kind of game is it?"

"The Russo-Japanese War." Ayatsuji pedestrian folded his hands and said coldly.

Yukiya Yokosaki:?

Is it that kind of battlefield strategy game?

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English: Don't we deserve names?

I can't help but think of APH when I write here...