After I divorced from chaos step

Can a person really hide a book in someone else's liver?

It sounds horrible, and it is impossible for others, but it is hard to say for Tosi.

He once cut off Ivan's pain-sensing nerve, so that even if Ivan was beaten beyond recognition, he would not feel the slightest pain.

Ivan is his devout believer, but Gogol is obviously not.

If the [book] was really hidden in Gogol's liver, it could only have been placed secretly by Tosi.

How did he do it?

"How is this possible?" Atsushi Nakajima's eyes twitched, "If a foreign body enters the liver, people will reject it and die, right?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands: "Fyodor is a planner."

Gogol's expression was shocked at first, then became calm, and then he laughed tremblingly.

"Tuo Sijun really didn't lie to me." He spun beautifully in the air and stood firmly on the wall. "He said he gave the book to me for safekeeping, so that's what he meant. It's really interesting."

On a certain level, Dostoevsky did not lie. He directed us to pick up the book here, and indeed presented the carrier of the book to us.

"It's just that, Yuanjiang, do you really dare to take a book from my liver?" Gogol pointed his finger at his chest, "It needs to kill me, we are friends too."

I replied coldly: "We are not friends."

"Oh, that's right. Yuan Jiang turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. Even his friends can kill him. The essence is the same as mine." Gogol said with a smile, "Ivan was killed by you, right? , without the ability to resist—”

"That's not right." Osamu Dazai suddenly interrupted Gogol's words. He raised his hand and gently pressed it on my forehead, which was covering the bandage, and said slowly, "Ivan died before he was decomposed by Qingxi sauce. .”

"Impossible...Ivan died at my hands."

"It looks like he died by your hands, but in fact, Ango found out that his internal organs had been removed at that time." Osamu Dazai took off another bandage and put the blood-stained bandage Throwing it to the ground, his face was full of seriousness, and he didn't seem to be lying at all, "Fyodor wants to blame you, make you lose your peaceful life completely, and then give you a helping hand, so that you can return to the world willingly." by his side."

I looked up into Osamu Dazai's kite-colored eyes, and the shock hit my brain like a tsunami.

Doth is so smart.

He can take advantage of my concern for him, play me in the applause, and feel guilty about him like a fool.

He can also set off a bigger storm in my life after I have enjoyed a short period of peace, making me feel anxious and scratching my heart every day.

"Qingxi sauce." Dazai Osamu said softly, "From today onwards, you don't have to live with the guilt of killing your friends anymore."

Time froze for a moment.

I asked, "Did you know these things from the beginning?"

"That's not true." Osamu Dazai pursed his lips in a slight arc, "It's just that I had guessed a long time ago, and now it's been confirmed."

Although Zhong Yuan didn't understand the situation, he also cursed loudly: "You bastard mackerel, do you guess why you didn't say it earlier?"

Osamu Dazai looked away and tilted his head: "Fyodor wants to win, but I just want to make a beautiful chessboard pattern."

"You bastard, what are you talking about!"

"Hey, what is that guy doing?"

Following Atsushi Nakajima's voice, we looked up and just saw Gogol open his chest. He looked down and said with a smile, "Sure enough, it's here, how did A Tuo do it?" Woolen cloth?"

In his liver, the spine of the book that has not been submerged can be vaguely seen.

With just one glance, he closed his chest again, and asked provocatively: "Ah, the book seems to be glued to my liver, Dazai-kun, are you sure you can take it out?"

"No problem, we have with Dr. Yosano."

"Jinghuajiang, don't say it, or let him escape, Zhongya, hurry up and arrest him!"

Before Dazai Osamu gave orders, Zhongyuan Zhong had already chased after him, and he did not forget to say: "Don't order me, you bastard mackerel!"

We followed immediately.

Even with the use of the power, Gogol failed to escape smoothly, because he hit an invisible wall, and was stepped on his back by Zhongye Zhongyuan.

"Is it a transparent wall?" I asked.

"No, it's fine snow." Atsushi Nakajima replied.

A solid wall gradually emerged from the empty place, which turned out to be the school swimming pool.

Magicians are good at disguising, but they never thought that one day they would fall under the disguise of others.

Junichiro Tanizaki of the Detective Agency stood in the distance, holding his hands in rolls, sticking them to his mouth and shouting to us: "Everyone, Dr. Yosano and I will be here soon."

Osamu Dazai nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, disembowel him, explode his liver, take the book, and then hand him over to the Ability Division neatly, and I can take a vacation."

"Tch." Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed his fists and made a creaking sound, "I can do things like disembowel and liver."

"No, I told you that I have to hand him over to the Ability Division neatly, otherwise I can't explain to Ango." Osamu Dazai scratched his head, and walked towards Chuya Nakahara and Gogol, "Speaking of which , Chuya, didn't Mr. Mori give you any other orders?"

"What's none of your business?" Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows displeased.

"For example, about Qingxi sauce——" Dazai Osamu paused, and said quietly, "Didn't he ask you to take her back?"

As soon as Nakahara Chuya and my eyes met, he immediately turned to one side.

"To shut up."

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "Have I guessed it? Then what should you do?"

"Shut up."

boom.

There was an explosion not far away.

"Hahahaha." Gogol, who was stepped on the ground by Zhongyuan Zhongye, also let out a series of laughter. He raised his face, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry, Yuanjiang."

I instantly understood what he had done. When Zhong Yuan kicked him over, I saw blood spilling from his chest and a large number of stones filled inside.

This crazy guy actually used his supernatural ability to exchange the stone with his liver and teleport it out.

I ran towards the direction of the explosion just now, only to see a pile of blasted dust.

When the wind blows, there is nothing left but charming eyes.

The last bit of hope is gone.

"You prevented Tuosi's resurrection by doing this, but you also died. Do you think it's worth it?"

Gogol's hazy eyes were joyful and quiet, and his face was slightly pale due to excessive blood loss, revealing a sense of relief from a heavy burden.

"That's pretty good, at least I beat Tuo Sijun once." Gogol's voice gradually became weaker, "Yuanjiang, I'm just sorry for you..."

"Dazai, did you deliberately change the subject just now to distract Chuya?" I took off my coat and covered Gogol, then looked at the young man in front of me who put his hands on the bandage around his neck.

He immediately put on a heartbroken look: "How can you think of me like this? I am in your heart, am I this kind of person?"

"You could hold down Gogol early in the morning to make him unable to use his abilities, but you didn't." I speculated, "Do you have a grudge against Gogol, or do you have a grudge against Ranbu-sang?"

"No, obviously not. You don't want to hand over Gogol to Mr. Sakaguchi, do you have any grudge against him?"

Osamu Dazai stopped smiling, and his eyes slowly lowered.

"Don't guess. It was indeed a real book just now, but I never said that this book is complete."

Gogol on the ground showed a cold look at the corner of his mouth: "What did you say?"

"Fyodor told me that he tore out the last page of the book and would give that page to those who need it."

Osamu Dazai set his eyes on me, and Gogol also set his eyes on me.

All eyes were on me.

I waved my hand: "Don't look at me, he left me nothing."

"Yes, he didn't have a chance to give it to you, but that page was handed over to you by someone else in some way."

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't—"

"One page."

"!!!"

I suddenly remembered the letter in my pocket.

The letter that was written to me in random steps that was quietly pasted in my pocket.

I took the folded letter out of my pocket and unfolded it: "But Dazai, you have touched this letter... It should return to its original form according to reason."

"Because Mr. Ranpo covered both sides of it with other paper, making him look like an ordinary piece of paper, thus fooling Gogol's search of your house, he once patronized your house. There are other people who covet books."

The night was dark, and the thick moonlight covered Gogol's body. He was lying on the ground, gasping for his last breath, waiting for Xie Ye Akiko's treatment.

He murmured softly: "If Mr. Tuo Si doesn't allow it, no one should be able to get that page."

"That's not necessarily true." Osamu Dazai said meaningfully, "Don't underestimate Mr. Ranpo, and don't underestimate the detective agency."

"Really?" Gogol closed his eyes wearily, "I'm more interested in crime and punishment, now, Yuanjiang, Tuo Sijun told you the story about it, if you have a chance in the future, Tell me about it."

"I'm afraid there's no chance, you're going to go through the prison."

After going around and around in a big circle, the pages of the book were in my hands at last.

At this moment, I couldn't tell whether I was angry or happy.

"Dazai, why didn't you say it earlier? Not only me, but everyone is very tired."

Osamu Dazai looked at me for a long time before sighing softly: "The matter is not over yet."

He was troubled, it didn't look like he was faking it.

"With the last page, we should be able to... revive Ranpo-san?" I'm also starting to feel unsure.

Gogol said that it is necessary to write down content that is consistent with the logic of the world before it can be transformed into reality.

But now even if the pages are repaired, there is only one page.

Can one page completely write a realistic story?

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai shook his head honestly, "I never wrote it."

"...Then why didn't you stop Gogol?!" I was so angry that I hammered him on the head.

"I haven't written it, but someone has done it." Osamu Dazai covered his head and said, "They succeeded."

"Dazai, don't just say half a sentence in the future, please finish it all at once, it's scary." I thought for a while and asked, "Is that person Mr. Jin?"

Osamu Dazai said nothing, that was it.

"But you—" I hesitated, then asked again, "Why do you make me go around in such a big circle?"

The last page has been in my hands since the beginning, but he didn't say it.

But, also because of this——

I have experienced a series of wonderful things.

I have mastered the ability, and I will no longer be burdened by the ability, and I will no longer have to live a life of fear.

I am no longer afraid of Tosi's secret room.

I came fully out of a huge, bottomless fear.

I began to believe that good things will still happen in this world.

"Mr. Ranpo, he very much wants you to be the person you were when you were a child."

"Be back to the Miss Qingxi who was before meeting all of us."