Special investigation report from Yokohama

I don't know what Mori Ogai is doing, Fukuzawa Yukichi seems to be going to find the members.Hong Yao bid farewell to Fukuzawa Yukichi, and within a few steps, a figure loomed in the red mist ahead.

The figure got closer, and Hong Yao saw that it was a young man with white hair and golden eyes, wearing an exaggerated top hat and an exaggerated costume that was between a clown and a magician.He walked briskly on the streets of Yokohama on a dense fog night, and his exaggerated clothes gave him a strange sense of separation from everything around him, like a stage show with the theme of ruins.

Even though this appearance was strange enough for the moment, Hong Yao couldn't help but look at it with admiration.The person noticed her right away, smiled brightly at her as if interacting with the audience, and waved vigorously.

Really familiar.

Hong Yao replied with a polite and appreciative smile, she didn't know him, but seeing his ease, she probably had regained her supernatural powers.Based on this time, he is a person with superhuman abilities who is not weak in combat power.At a time like this, getting involved with this kind of person is equivalent to trouble. Hong Yao didn't intend to cause trouble for herself, but the other party came straight towards her.

Hong Yao noticed just now that his walking posture is very special.It was a brisk, even somewhat deliberate jumping step. If I insisted, it was somewhat similar to Dazai Osamu's walking habits-but it was more exaggerated, and more similar to the steps on the stage.

With such steps and pointed leather shoes, he quietly approached Hong Yao.

"What a glorious night, what bright stars!" He burst out laughing, circling around behind the red medicine, and stretched out a hand from the other side of her, "and—what a wonderful coincidence, miss. "

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a red rose burst out from between his fingers.The young man sent the rose forward and gave it again. Seeing that she didn't respond, he exclaimed in a childish manner: "Oops! Don't the clown's magic tricks be liked by the audience?"

As he said that, he actually dropped the red medicine, and turned around in a circle by himself, muttering to himself while turning: "It's over, it's over, the clown is going to be out of date! It's all over! It's all over!"

...This seems to be a real-valued, consistent psychopath.

Out of humanitarianism, Hong Yao wanted to comfort him at the beginning, maybe he could check if there were any marks on his body - this kind of mentally abnormal person usually has a guardian's contact information on him. ?

However, before the words of comfort came out, she realized that the man wasn't sad at all—no, the sadness about her "outdated" seemed to be still on her face, but the man was still laughing heartily.

"...Are you okay?" Hong Yao didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only ask this nonsense.

"It's okay! No, no, no, I'm quite happy now!" The young man stretched his arms wide, trying to show her how happy he was, "Wouldn't this completely and completely liberate me from the role of a clown!"

Immediately, he folded his arms in front of his chest abruptly, took a step closer to her with one foot, spread out his cloak, and made a magician's bow: "What a kind person, who gave me a taste of freedom that I haven't tasted for a long time. Miss—then, let me bring you this freedom too!"

Ok?

Even though Hongyao claimed to be well-informed, she didn't keep up with the jumping thinking of this suspected true and neurotic young man in front of her.However, she keenly caught the subtle spatial tremor that followed his words, and thought to herself that this person is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp, and leaned over to avoid the misplaced space.

"Wow! It's amazing!" The young man praised loudly.

The ability of the space system is unpredictable, and just one attack is not enough for Hong Yao to determine what he can do.While she was concentrating on guarding against his sudden attack, she tried to distract her attention by talking nonsense with him: "Who are you?"

"Me?" The young man unfolded his cloak again, his figure quickly disappeared, and quickly appeared behind the red medicine, "I am the clown who brings people happiness, the clown Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanov Ski!"

The red medicine is so upside down that it stumbles.She turned around pretending to be calm and opened her mouth, but she still couldn't say the word "Gogol" to that face.

"Mr. Nikolai." Regardless of how nondescript the name was, she asked straightforwardly, "Who sent you here?"

"Pie?" Gogol dragged a short note like singing, "No, no, no, free clowns will not accept others' dispatches! Not even my best friend A Tuo!"

As soon as the words fell, he took two steps back in a hurry, covering his mouth in horror: "Oh no! Did I slip up?"

Hong Yao turned sideways, once again avoiding the dislocation space that split her in half, and looked at him somewhat speechlessly.

This person is too unreliable—is this the kind of person Dostoevsky asked for help?

However, this kind of person is indeed troublesome. With a way of thinking that is completely different from ordinary people and a powerful and flexible ability to differentiate space, it should be difficult for anyone except "disqualification in the world" to deal with.

Hong Yao was no exception. She secretly thought about how to solve the current situation, quickly conceived several plans in her mind, and overturned them one by one.With her ability, it is easy to get out, but the ability of space transfer is too flexible, and it is much more difficult to catch this person.

And summoning the sword to help... She has only done this in front of Dazai Osamu so far, and Dazai Osamu will definitely not say it outside, and she does not want this skill as a last resort to be seen through too early.Since Osamu Dazai had said that Dostoyevsky was his equal enemy, she had better be careful not to reveal herself to any of his allies.

It's a pity, I'm afraid it won't be able to keep this clown.

Determined to resist passively, in the next few confrontations, she only avoided Gogol's spatial displacement, and did not fight back once.Going back and forth like this a few times, Gogol frowned dissatisfiedly, and became anxious: "Hey! Hey! How could you do this!"

Hong Yao saw it, and when communicating with him, he had to go straight to the point: "I'm not interested in fighting with you, why don't you let me go?"

"This..." Gogol tilted his head and thought for a while, then happily replied, "That's fine too!"

Such a straightforward agreement made Hong Yao vigilant. Sure enough, before the words finished, Gogol shook his cloak and sent her into the air with a swipe of the ground.

Red medicine: ...

She quickly adjusted her posture, barely letting herself land on the roof of the nearest building.This building is about four or five stories high, so it can be inferred that the scope of Gogol's ability is wider than she inferred.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a burst of applause behind me: "Excellent! Then, Miss Audience, how is your experience with clown performances?"

Probably Gogol didn't really want to get Hong Yao's answer, and before she opened her mouth, he disappeared with a slight spatial fluctuation.Hong Yao took a look downstairs. Jumping directly from this height is probably not good enough. It is no problem to use spiritual power to buffer, but the golden spiritual power is too conspicuous. I am afraid that Dostoevsky will arrange someone else.After all, she is different from real space-type abilities, and it is difficult to fight back in mid-air.

However, this possibility is actually very small. Dostoevsky is unlikely to bring too many people in an away game.Hong Yao weighed it a bit, and was about to jump down, when a familiar laughter suddenly sounded from downstairs.

The snow-white figure took a few steps outside, completely exposing himself to Hong Yao's sight.The man raised his head, revealing a pair of golden crescent moons full of smiles to Hong Yao.

Sanri Yuezong stretched out his hand far away towards Hong Yao, and raised his voice: "Master, come to me."

The top of the skeletal plug, not so long ago.

Dostoevsky passed over Dazai Osamu's head without a trace, and looked out the window filled with fog.He met Mikazuki's eyes on the window glass reflecting the situation inside the house. Mikazuki Zongjin narrowed his eyes slightly, and then abruptly stopped talking: "It's getting late, the old man is going to rest first. Tsurumaru Temple, let's talk next time. "

"Well, I haven't seen you in four years, why are you leaving in such a hurry for Mikazuki?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga reacted quickly, and immediately blocked Mikazuki's escape route.

"Oh, grandpa also has times when he wants to act vigorously and resolutely."

As soon as the words fell, the two swords collided fiercely again.This time, everyone showed their seriousness, and the sharp blade danced on the top floor of the fortress. Although they avoided the three people who did not participate in the battle, the momentum of the blade was enough to make them feel to the intensity of the battle.

This battle has been fought from the window to the door, and in the end, Mikazuki was superior, and when Tsurumaru changed his move, he escaped and disappeared outside the door.Tsurumaru didn't have time to say more, so he hurriedly chased him out.The door was slowly closed again, and the corpse finally became quiet.

"Well, since the outsider has left, let me propose a plan," Osamu Dazai smiled and extended a finger, "Everyone, how about being honest with each other?"

The red medicine met those dark blue eyes. After several years, those eyes are still as wide and peaceful as the sky.

Without hesitation, she jumped down from the residential building.The golden spiritual power buffered her falling speed, the street was getting closer, the ground was getting closer, and the people standing on the ground were getting closer.

Sanri Yuezong smiled and stepped forward a few steps, and opened his arms to her.Hong Yao withdrew her spiritual power and threw herself into his arms.

San Riyue hugged him briefly, which was a hug with dual meanings of protection and comfort, and it was the silent joy of reunion of this famous knife who had always been calm after a long absence.Hong Yao repaid him vigorously, and was patted on the top of the head by Sanri Yuezong: "After a long time, the master has really grown up a lot. Very good, very good."

"It's not good at all." Hong Yao couldn't help muttering in a low voice.San Riyue said "Huh?" as if she didn't hear clearly, and then changed the topic as if nothing had happened: "The night is rare, do you want to go with the old man?"

Dostoevsky had no idea that Sankayue not only did not follow their agreement, but took advantage of the time when Gogol was entangled with Hong Yao to deal with the "difficult to deal with" detective of the detective agency, and instead came After finding the red medicine, he even hid himself until Gogol left.

However, no one told him now that Osamu Dazai's "frankness" somewhat surprised the other two people who were accustomed to using intrigues for a moment, but soon, they realized that this was just his gimmick, not to mention them, Even Osamu Dazai himself would certainly not be able to be honest with them.

But since he said that, he must have a plan.Things changed later, and Dostoevsky gave Shibusawa Tatsuhiko a look, and the latter pulled out a fruit knife, and stabbed at Osamu Dazai with lightning speed.

But Osamu Dazai reacted faster, avoiding it without turning his head as if he had eyes behind his back.

"It's not good to be honest, Shibusawa-kun." Dazai Osamu sighed pretendingly, "Someone will be angry."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko asked nonchalantly, "Is that the 'friend' you mentioned?"

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai avoided this question, "Anyway, if she gets angry, I will be troubled. What I am after is a clear and clear suicide. I can't die and I am troubled. I refuse."

Dostoevsky didn't care about this. What he cared about was the information revealed in Dazai Osamu's words—"I can't die."

That being the case, it would be unrealistic to kill Osamu Dazai here.It's a bit of a pity, but it's really another matter that's more important right now.Dostoevsky opened his hand, and in the palm of his hand was another fruit knife that had just been placed on the table.Without waiting for Shibusawa Ryuhiko's reaction, he took a step forward and slit his throat cleanly.

"So rough." Dazai Osamu avoided the blood and commented.

"Really?" Dostoevsky replied indifferently.Although he didn't get the "disqualification in the world", but there are so many supernatural power crystals here, the energy should be enough.he thought, looking back at the table—it was empty.

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud.

what happened?Dostoevsky recalled quickly.That thing is not small, and it has been kept within sight. Shibusawa Ryuhiko is dead, and Dazai Osamu obviously can't hide it, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga who left has been staring very closely, so it is impossible to touch it...

"What's in your sleeve?" Hong Yao asked.

All the god judges know that the sleeves of Mikazuki Zongjin are a mystery. It stands to reason that the sleeves of the kimono should not hold anything, but he can find all kinds of small snacks and gadgets from them at any time.

It is no exception now, Hong Yao was crushed when she was hugged just now, so she was unavoidably curious.

"Ah, the old man wants to give a gift to the younger generation. This is the gift that my grandfather brought to the master." San Riyue took out something from her sleeve with a smile and held it in the palm of her hand.

Red medicine is silent.

It's not small, so to speak of preciousness...it's true that it's not that common.

It was the skull specimen of an entire human adult male—commonly known as a skeleton.

The author has something to say:

It is impossible for Dazai to suffer Shibusawa's knife, he does not want to suffer from w

After all, the red medicine has been prescribed to him, and he has a feeling.He dared to hit red medicine on the tip of Shibusawa's knife, and he dared to hang dried mackerel in the castle tower.

(However, Sesser died normally if no one opened the hook

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And Grandpa, he was indeed Dostoyevsky's true ally at the beginning, because he only knew that Yokohama had come to judge God, and this God judge was also mixed with Dark Fallen Sword, and he really planned to come to make trouble Not to mention what to do with the interrogator, at least make sure she didn't betray the government.

Finally, I came to take a look: Hey, what about my child, can that be called a reverse?