Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Yokohama time 8:07.am.

It was foggy.

Jean stood at the kitchen counter and wondered what to make breakfast with these ingredients.

Twelve eggs, half a bottle of whole milk, some chocolate sauce, some peanut butter, some fish...

"Is breakfast ready yet?" Someone yelled from the living room, "If I'm so hungry, it won't be a matter of apologizing."

[Jean: Tut. ]

[Jean: I don't know how to cook, kp, teach me how to cook. ]

[kp: The base value is only 5. ]

[Let: Let's go. ]

[kp: Make cooking 51D100=6 fail]

After yelling, Liu Ke lay down on the window and poked his head out - if he was in a moving car, he would get a dozen or so fines.

"Today's weather is not good," Liu Ke looked at the street outside in the early morning without even a morning jogging machine. The street surrounded by fog was deserted and deserted. Come on, it’s not good to lose someone’s life.”

"So you let me cook for you?" The Frenchman came over with a plate and said condescendingly.

"So fast!"

Liu Ke slid down from the window, rolled onto the low table and stopped, pulled the edge of the table to get up, and looked at the table curiously.

"The breakfast you ordered." Jean put the plate in front of Sulker.

Liu Ke's enthusiasm came to an abrupt end: "This is... what is that dark thing?"

Dark and dry, something more like coal than food, on a plate.

"Fried eggs." Jean arranged the milk.

[Sulker: I'm afraid it's "Fried Eggs Madein A Miao". ]

[Sulker: kp, if I eat it, will I die? ]

[kp: No, just diarrhea for an hour. ]

[Sulker: ...]

[kp: But if you don’t eat, your debuff will last until the next time you fill your stomach. ]

[Ru Ke: Is it a threat?You are definitely a threat! ]

Liu Ke had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and pick up the "food" on his own plate.

Jean made himself a sashimi, served with dipping sauce and drinks.

Liu Ke glanced at the food on the opposite side and then quickly retracted his gaze. Knowing the truth about "fish meat", he was no longer greedy for that meat, but——

"Chocolate Peanut Mayonnaise mix it up, won't your tongue kill itself?"

Jean shook his head and rinsed the sashimi in the dipping sauce: "No, I'm an extreme sweet tooth. If I have to die from illness, only diabetes can do it."

Rick: "Syphilis——"

Jean Chong put down his chopsticks and looked at Ruk with a smile: "Sorry, I didn't hear what you were saying? Can you say it again?"

Liu Ke: "...the eggs are delicious."

Yokohama time 9:20.am.

Liu Ke came out of the toilet with a look of exhaustion, his legs were sore and his feet were limp, and he was angry: "Let, I can pack some poison you made, no, do you make fried eggs?"

Rang didn't expect that cooking failure would have so much stamina, so he filled Liuke with fried eggs with great interest, and sealed it with a food-grade plastic bag.

[Jean: I don’t know whose stomach this food will end up in~]

[kp: My npc is going to suffer again. ]

[Jean: Do you think Rick is the type who only harms NPCs and lets investigators go? ]

[kp: ... also oh. ]

The moment Ruke walked out of the dormitory door, his body felt the unnatural damp and cold air, and he couldn't help shaking.

[Ru Ke: kp, do you have any obsession with foggy weather?This is already the second time. ]

[kp: Then you should get used to it. ]

[Ru Ke: ... so frank. ]

Liu Ke touched his face, it felt very dry, there was no tangible moisture in the mist.

"Is it fake fog?" Liu Ke stood at the gate downstairs of the dormitory, looking to the left and right along the dim street lights, "There are no smoke bombs on the ground, and such a large-scale fog, no matter how you look at it, it's not normal... Could it be yes……"

The plan is officially launched now?

Liuk Xianyu sighed: "Why don't you work so hard early in the morning..."

"It's better to put on an extra layer of clothing in this weather," the Frenchman in a mix-and-match jacket came over and threw a thin UV-resistant coat to Sulker. "The ultraviolet rays are not very strong today, so I'll waterproof them for you."

Rick: "Why such cool clothes?"

"Because that's all I have left." Jean shrugged.

Rick picked up his thin coat: "Is this how you treat your most important person?"

Jean: "... my most important Shire doesn't need cumbersome clothes, just integrate with me and—"

"Enough is enough, it's my fault!" Liu Ke didn't dare to push any more, and put on his coat resignedly, it was better than nothing, and he could do some little tricks.

Looking at the surrounding fog, Jean nodded: "It seems that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was activated."

"Which is 'look', obviously it is," Ruk looked at Kai Sai's direction, with a sense of melancholy gloating, "Our mysterious Mr. Shibusawa is finally about to enter the countdown of his life, although I have never seen it before. He, but his presence is so annoying."

Jean was a little sad: "That is a rare beauty, if possible, I still hope he survives."

"I wish he would leave the scene sooner." Ruker withdrew his gaze, turned and walked in the direction with his back to Kaisai, "Since he's dead, don't take the role of the scene with shamelessness. What I'm really interested in is not the dead."

Jean cast a nostalgic glance at Kai Sai, then turned around and followed Rick without hesitation: "Then what are you going to do?"

"It goes without saying," Ruoke walked away without looking back, "Go to Police Officer Nagase's hotel and let the dead go back to his cemetery."

The more Liu Ke thought about it, the more he felt unlucky: "Tch, sooner or later the whole world will make cremation mandatory."

"Come on." Jean clapped his hands perfunctorily.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The cars on the street were parked on the side of the road, the lights were still on, but there was no one inside.

"At this time, if there is a car thief, wouldn't this be heaven for him?"

"Are you speaking from your heart?"

"..."

Liu Ke closed his mouth and continued shopping around.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The open breakfast restaurant was filled with fireworks, and the aroma was accompanied by hot air gushing out from the open door, but there was no customer inside.

Sulker: "It must be that the taste here is particularly bad..."

Jean: "Can you wipe your drool first before saying this?"

Liuk pursed his mouth: "...Gululu."

Rang pressed his eyebrows: "Don't use your mouth to make a hungry sound...you can eat when you are hungry, but remember to pay for it."

Liu Ke wiped his saliva and turned his pockets inside out: "As you can see, I don't have a wallet with me."

Jean looked sideways: "I wonder if you have a wallet at all."

"Is there any need to doubt this?" Liu Ke's face was bright, "Of course not! I have always been a freelancer, and I have never paid for it!"

Jean: "Is this something to be proud of?"

After Liu Ke had eaten and drank enough, he asked to put down the corresponding amount at the cash register, and the two continued to walk out.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Sulfur inspiration 801D100=77 success]

The hazy killing intent in the mist seemed to be absent, and goosebumps aroused on Liu Ke's skin.

"Be careful!" Liuk immediately hid behind Rang, "Murderous!"

Rang, who was a little bigger, reminded: "Today Shire is wrapped around my waist, so be careful not to touch it."

Rick took a step back as if stepping on a landmine.

[kp:? ?Sneak attack 251D100=78 failed]

[kp: Sulker dodge 251D100=62 failed]

Jean took out his phone and turned on the camera function.

I saw a gray figure pounced towards the direction of Ruoke, but slipped and fell into the open space. Lioke also dodged to the side when he saw it, and the two heads collided together, making even his forehead hurt. "Boom -" sound.

[Jean: Is this the scene of the recognition of relatives between African chiefs and African chiefs? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Kacha—" There was a crisp sound of some kind of mineral shattering.

When Liuk clutched his forehead and slapped his buttocks to get up from the ground, he found that the person who hit him before had disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell? Give me an inexplicable headbutt, and leave without an apology, tsk." Liu Ke, who didn't get half a dime in compensation, was very upset.

Jean: "But, from my point of view, it was you who knocked people into disappearance, and you took your life."

"?" Sulker complained and got stuck, "What are you kidding?"

Jean handed over the phone: "Look for yourself, I recorded it all."

Liu Ke's focus was elsewhere: "...you have time to videotape, why didn't you give me a hand just now?!"

Jean turned away from looking at him.

Rick looked down at his phone.

On the mobile phone, Liu Ke crashed into a gray human-shaped head, smashing the ruby-like crystal on his forehead, and then fell to the ground with his buttocks, but he swayed twice before disappearing.

Liu Ke stopped the video on the gray human-shaped face, and the old man on the subway said: "Look carefully, this is not human at all, it doesn't even have five sense organs, how can you say that I was killed."

"Then what is this?"

"Well," Rick thought for a while, and returned the phone, "It should be Tatsuhiko Shibusawa's ability to cheat corpses, didn't he mention it before, he can separate the abilities of people with different abilities, if If we separated in the same way just now, I can understand why Officer Nagase gave me the information about the suicides of those with supernatural powers from the database of the Supernatural Secret Service Division together with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's. Sawa Ryuhiko's ability is—"

"Create a white mist, and ordinary people within the range of the white mist will disappear, and people with supernatural powers will be separated from their own superpowers, and supernatural powers will kill people with supernatural abilities, forming a 'suicide'."

Jean nodded: "But this creates a contradiction. Killing people with supernatural powers is not beneficial to the Future Fund. If they want to redistribute superpowers, they cannot lack superpowers. There are two possibilities. One is that people with supernatural abilities are in the fog. What can be used after Li dies, and the second is..."

"Secondly, the Future Fund did not reach a consensus with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko," Rick replied quickly, "I bet Atsushi Nakajima that the person who confuses the Future Fund with Shibusawa Ryuhiko is Fyodor."

Jean stopped, looked at the hotel in front of him, and raised his chin indifferently: "Then I bet both Atsushi Nakajima, and Fyodor and Osamu Dazai will fight together."

Sulfur: "..."

It seems that it is not impossible.

Dead plug.

Russians in furry hats roamed the empty and depressing black halls.

"Da da, da da..."

"Da da da da, da da da da..."

The sound of echoing footsteps is clearly audible and gradually increasing.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da da..."

Like hyenas hunting in groups on the grassland, when the Russians walked out of the fortress, a considerable number of "people" gathered behind them.

"A Tuo, who are these people?" The white hair fluttered in the air, and Gogol approached bouncingly.

"Although I'm sorry for Shibusawa-kun who is still in high spirits, Dazai-kun and those investigators have brought too many variables." Fyodor didn't notice that when he mentioned "investigators", he really Gorey's eyes suddenly brightened a few degrees, "We should almost be ready for the second stage, Shibusawa-kun has worked so hard to come back from the dead, we can't waste him."

Fyodor looked back at the "person" who remained unchanged in the fog, and smiled subtly: "Should it be said that it is indeed a masterpiece of another world, it is a matter of course not to be affected by our supernatural power. "

Gogol opened his cloak: "A Tuo, can you lend me your copy of Crime and Punishment?"

Others probably thought it was a word of concern when they heard it, but Fyodor knew very well that it was just Gogol's curiosity.

Fyodor graciously satisfied his companion's curiosity: "It doesn't matter, my words don't need to be covered by books, I am a sin."

His supernatural ability slowly came over from the other side, and nodded friendlyly at Gogol: "I am punishment."

"Crime and punishment are best friends."

The tail sound turned into crumbs of supernatural power crystals and merged into Fyodor's body.

"The 'people' who can be used are already in hand, let's get out of here quickly," Fyodor said with a smile, "I don't want to try the explosives of Police Officer Nagase, whether I am killed or survived by another more The dangerous Nagase will keep an eye on it, and don't want it."

Gogol yelled to keep up: "Scary~scary~"

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The author has something to say:

Here is an investigator's covert operation shown, although not explicitly stated.

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