Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Under the boundless night, the irrational supernatural aggregate roared, fought, and collapsed.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Osamu Dazai looked down at the pointer on the dial on his wrist moved clockwise - now it is the 19th minute of Nakahara Chuya's liberation of pollution, the human form is completely lost, maybe there is Nakahara Chuya's body in the core, but the appearance has been completely seen Can't see what he used to look like.

What should he do next?

[kp: Osamu Dazai's inspiration 90 (demand is extremely difficult) 1D100=13 is extremely difficult to succeed]

By the way, he has to keep an eye on the battlefield, and rescue Chuya Nakahara when the enemy disappears.

——This is something only he can do.

Maternal storage room.

"Anchor point?" Rick chewed the word twice in his mouth, and smiled frivolously, "An inhuman creature like you can also understand what an anchor point is? Or is it mixed with the similar old definition of anchor?" gone?"

"You don't need to worry, I know the common sense in the normal cognition of human beings. Anchor is a kind of hyperlink in webpage production, also called named anchor. Like a quick locator, it is a kind of hyperlink in the page. Use Quite common." The swamp-man matrix flatly stated the definition of an anchor.

"The anchor point I'm talking about is the quick locator that guides us, and it can accurately locate us in the current world, not in other similar worlds."

Liuk pressed Ellis to say what he wanted to say: "Are you a supporter of the Three Thousand Worlds theory?"

"I don't have any beliefs, what I'm saying is just the facts I know," the swampman mother confessed, "the world is not unique, there are infinitely many worlds dominated by human beings, and you have heard of us before does it exist?"

[kp: Sulfur inspiration 801D100=77 success]

After digging through his own memory but not finding any secrets before, Ruke frowned: "No, but it may be because I don't know—tsk, well, I admit, there was no trace of you before. "

"Thank you for your frankness," the mother of the swamp people said politely, "all the existences that you have seen in Yokohama, such as the swamp people, the sons of the unclean, and the fish-faced people, are all existences that do not belong to this world. , we came here because of the existence of the anchor point, not for any reason, just because the anchor point exists, we will exist."

"Even if you kill me now and all the swamp people die because of it, maybe a second or a year later, a new swamp people matrix will appear, and there will only be more and more existences like me in the future ,no doubt."

"I've sorted out your information," Rick ripped his hat aggrievedly, "You monsters actually have nothing to do with our small place, and I shouldn't even see you until I die of old age."

Swamp Man Matriarch: "Yes."

"But because there is such an anchor point...well," Rick organized his words, and asked, "You have appeared one after another, is it because the positioning function of the anchor point makes you mistakenly think that this is where you should appear?"

Swamp Man Matriarch: "Yes."

To be on the safe side, Rick confirmed it again: "There is no anchor point, you should have appeared in another world instead of here?"

Swamp Man Matriarch: "Yes."

"Damn!" Rick kicked the wall angrily, realizing that he had suffered an innocent disaster, "Where is the anchor point, I will destroy it now!"

The swamp man patiently corrected: "It's not 'it', to be precise, it's 'he', the anchor point is not an object, but a real human being, 181 centimeters long and 67 kilograms in weight, located at Yokohama, the name he uses now is 'Osamu Dazai'."

Rick & Ellis: "Huh?!"

Thinking of the pile of bandages on Dazai Osamu, Ruk's expression was indescribable: "The seal on his body is for real..."

Swampman Matrix: "The anchor point doesn't have any seals, it just exists, so we can come here without hindrance."

Ellis said with a difficult tone: "Then if we want to destroy the anchor point so that you don't appear again..."

Swamp Man Matrix: "Yes, the only way to destroy the anchor point is to kill 'Dazai Osamu'."

Ellis was puzzled: "Why Dazai-kun?"

Thinking of the strange attractiveness of Osamu Dazai, Ruk made an inexplicable guess: "The Japanese version of Tang Monk meat?"

"The anchor point comes from the world where we should have appeared. In other words, Dazai Ji is not an aborigine of this world," the swamp man's mother said clearly, "the longer he exists, the world will be like us." The original world will further overlap until this world completely merges with our original world—things that shouldn’t exist will appear like a blowout, and then everything will be irreparable.”

"The above is a one-in-a-billion possibility of survival, and this world is relatively fragile, and there is a very high possibility that it will not be able to survive fusion, and will be directly turned into food and swallowed by the original world."

"Humans, birds, fishes, animals, flowers, plants and trees, and the sea of ​​stars in the universe will all be shattered."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Rick raised his hand to break the silence, and proposed: "Can we use No. [-], um, the Swampman of Osamu Dazai instead?"

Ellis: OxO!

"detective":"……"

He could understand that Osamu Dazai was being used as an anchor for no reason and was forced to hang up, but——what did No. [-] do wrong again! ?

Moreover, No. [-] is also a member of the swamp family, so you are really provocative when you say such things in front of his mother! ?

Swamp Man Mother: "...No, the anchor point is 'Osamu Dazai', a human male, 181 cm long and 67 kg in weight. It is meaningless to kill anyone else."

About since he became conscious, when Osamu Dazai was still Shuji Tsushima, he often found strange phenomena around him.

For example, sometimes Shuji Tsushima was sitting in his four-and-a-half stacked room reading a book, and the cushion he was sitting on suddenly disappeared in the next second, and he fell down on the bank of the river with a warm breeze, covered in grass clippings.

And when he played on the river bank for a while, he returned to the dimly lit room before his eyes, the pages in front of him stayed on the pages he had read, the burning candle did not change, only the grass clippings on his clothes told him that it was not a dream before, but reality.

From a very young age, Shuji Tsushima understood that he was different - that he could travel between two very different worlds.

[Sulker: Can I use psychology? ]

[kp:...]

[kp: ... No, there is no need to use psychology, people will not lie, there is no such option as lying! ]

[Ru Ke: Well, psychology is also a kind of fun at this time. ]

"Okay, I have already struggled for Dazai-kun, but I have no choice but to do that," Ruk spread his hands, not distracted, "Although I personally killed many 'Tsushima Shuji', but killing This is the first time that 'Osamu Dazai' died."

"Well, generally speaking, it's all right."

[Alice: It's too easy to give up! ]

[kp: The investigator's feelings are all plastic. ]

Rick found a handy physical holy sword from all around, and gestured at the swamp man's body: "If I fight like this, will you die? Those swamp people will all die too."

"I will die," the swamp man's mother replied, "and the children affected by me will also die, but my children who have been degraded by humans have lost the functions of predation, reproduction, and being affected by me, and they will still survive. "

"And the swamp man at the anchor point. Although he is my child and has not undergone any degradation, his supernatural power cuts off any special functions other than mimicry."

"Wait, do you mean that the degraded second-generation swamp people?" Ellis thought of the list of second-generation experimental subjects he had seen before, his eyes flashed subconsciously, "they are safer than the original version, as long as they don't make them mentally Crash, they have a theoretical lifespan of up to 200 years, and they don't eat each other, get sick, or grow old."

Swamp Man Matriarch: "...Yes."

Ellis couldn't wait to ask: "Is there a way to mass-produce the second generation of swamp people?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The swamp man's mother was silent, as if thinking about how to answer: "..."

Now the pressure came to Rick, and he looked at Ellis in shock: "You want all humans to become second-generation swamp people!?"

Ellis winked at him: "This is also very good. Everyone can live a long and healthy life and be happy."

"Kneel down and apologize to 'Happiness', you heretic!" Rick picked up the crowbar he was carrying, and quickly smashed it on the head of the swamp man's mother.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The crowbar knocked away more than half of the pure white woman's face, which was unexpectedly sticky and soft to the touch.

Alice: "!"

The brain of the pure white creation was destroyed, the original cocoon-like lower body gradually melted, and the water flowed on the floor, and the color changed from pure white to clear and transparent.

[kp: Ah, my npc! ]

Ruk put down the tools of the crime, stood on tiptoe and patted Ellis on the shoulder, pretending to be affectionate: "Okay, now I can't give you the raw materials for making the second-generation swampman, honestly help me find the magic weapon." Come on, I'm in a hurry."

Alice hugged "Detective" and saw some flesh and blood belonging to the swamp man's mother's body brushed against the hands on his shoulders. His face was pale, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"To solve Dazai-kun's infinite monster summoning device, to snatch the book back, and to send the kind Russians to hell, ah, I'm really busy looking at it this way.

The noisy sky battlefield in Yokohama suddenly stopped the movement of the battle.

The behemoth made of filthy red has bulging wings on its back. When fully opened, its wingspan is hundreds of meters long. There are countless small black holes on it, and even the air used for breathing is completely captured.

This place has completely turned into a battlefield where human beings cannot survive.

The enemy of a giant beast can only be another giant beast.

In the 27th minute of the battle, the other behemoth stopped all attacks and exited its inhuman form.

The man who had been spying on the battle here with a binoculars complained while inhaling oxygen: "27 minutes! Is there any left after so long?"

Complaints are nothing but complaints, the man still moved quickly to the roof and got into the helicopter parked on the roof.

[kp: Osamu Dazai driving 201D100=8 difficulty success]

The helicopter flew up staggeringly, as if drunk, but it flew towards the dirty red monster with a clear goal.

Exhausted, Verlaine weakly supported the dirt ground, with the sea breeze blowing behind him.

He vaguely heard the second half of the ditty he couldn't finish humming——

Souslesfeuillesd'unche?ne (under the shade of the canopy)

Jemesuisfaitse?cher (I have to wipe the dust)

The jacket was damaged in many ways, and the earmuffs to keep out the cold had long since disappeared. Rimbaud's long black hair was shredded by gravity, leaving only shoulder length.

Surlaplushautebranche (deep leafy)

Unrossignolchantait (smell the nightingale)

Rimbaud stopped in front of Verlaine, the background behind him was the wanton destruction of filthy beasts, and the hymn of death echoed in his mind, but at this moment his worried eyes stayed on Verlaine.

If they try their best at this moment, they can still control the situation of the battle again, but it's too embarrassing.

It is too embarrassing whether it is controlled by others to do something against their will, or to act recklessly when they are dying.

The feedback from the central nervous system told Verlaine that even if he obeyed the order, he and Rimbaud would have no chance to survive, and it was time to say goodbye to the world.

Verlaine looked at Rimbaud in front of him, and his mind, which was collapsing, clearly recalled the scene where "Verlaine" took the initiative to contact the sudden appearance of "Rimbaud"—what was "Verlaine" thinking at that time?

He was not Verlaine, nor was he Rimbaud, but the emotion undoubtedly belonged to them and to the two dead men.

J'aiperdumonamie (I've Lost My Lover Forever)

Sansl'avoirme? rite?

"Oh, my poor relatives and friends." Verlaine closed his eyes, and smiled in a low voice, "It seems that neither I nor he are unrepentant inhumans."

The black-haired transcendent without language ability looked at him speechlessly, with Verlaine's figure imprinted in his golden pupils.

Verlaine opened his eyes again, looking up, brushing Rimbaud's figure, the silver eyes reflected another scene - the dirty crimson monster disintegrated in the air, hovering at the helicopter door in the air, hanging an unconscious orange-haired youth.

The non-human who clearly understood what kind of creation he was was relieved, and greeted his end with satisfaction.

The skin melts, the bones soften, and the muscles relax.

In less than ten seconds, the silver eyeball landed in the center of a pool of bright red flocs—the pupil stared upwards for a long time, whether it was looking at the person who had disappeared without a trace, or at the distant sky that could not be reached.

Three steps away from it, a pair of golden eyeballs rolled to the ground.

Jevoudrais quelarose

Futencoreaurosier

Etquemonami Pierre

ftencorea?m'aimer

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The author has something to say:

I set here that within 3 minutes after the mother of the swampman dies, all the swampmen affected by it will die one after another.

The final translation of the French ballad about upgrading is a bit damaging to the atmosphere, so I’ll put it here—emmm, it’s the purest version I can find (PS: You are indeed France)

(Only hope for that rose)

(still the glory of yesterday)

(And may my friend Pierre)

(Still love me as before)

The author's broken thoughts:

Seeing a Conan doujin is painful until now.

I can’t say ooc, the plot is quite in line with the character design, but I can’t accept it—just like I know that Gin is cruel and has no feelings, but when I see him popping vodka in the head without saying a word, I still get adrenaline poisoning of!

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!