Chapter 144 Big Surprise - Part 2

At first, few of the citizens of Yokohama noticed the submarine in the sky. After all, it's rare for someone to have nothing better to do than look up at the sky.

So, aside from the air defense department who were constantly monitoring the radar, only a few seemingly bored people initially noticed the Nautilus in the sky.

This includes Osamu Dazai, who is lazily lounging by the window, basking in the sun.

Osamu Dazai, squinting as he felt the sunlight, immediately spotted the submarine that had suddenly appeared in the conspicuous high sky and then vanished just as quickly.

Dazai Osamu's eyes widened almost immediately, and he exclaimed "Wow!"

Edogawa Ranpo, who was holding a bottle of Ramune soda, walked over at this moment, put his hand on Dazai Osamu, and then continued to drink his soda.

Dazai Osamu showed no intention of breaking free, merely glancing lazily at Edogawa Ranpo: "What are you doing?"

Ranpo snorted coldly: "Lord Ranpo has no desire to experience what it's like to become a little girl."

“No, that’s not what I wanted to ask.” Dazai Osamu shook his head. “I was asking if you’re not going to call the president over.”

Edogawa Ranpo fell into a suspicious silence, and then tucked the camera deeper into his pocket.

Dazai Osamu saw through it but didn't say anything. He simply changed to a more comfortable position and continued to squint and enjoy the sunlight.

While Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo were talking, the ball of light that Vladimir had thrown down finally made contact with the ground.

Then, the ball of light "broken".

It is light, yet it is given a concrete form. At the moment of impact, this fixed shape bursts open gently like a bubble floating in the air, transforming into a tide of "light".

This light surged forth like a wave from the point where the ball of light broke apart, and it did not collide with any obstacles along the way. The light covered all the obstacles, including the people with surprised and doubtful expressions on their faces.

The light only disappeared when it passed over Dazai Osamu and the things he touched. But the remaining light did not continue to surge forward; instead, it continued to flow, ignoring Dazai Osamu and the things he touched.

The places that were covered up gradually changed. The tall buildings lost their sharp edges, the flowers and plants became more vibrant, and even the ruins that were originally filled with debris were transformed into small playgrounds.

The patients in the hospital were also bathed in light. Their physical "reality" was altered. Their former disabilities no longer existed, and all the diseases and hidden ailments lurking deep within their bodies were covered by this new "reality."

Those injuries and illnesses didn't disappear; they were covered up. As long as she maintained this young girl's appearance, those illnesses would become "things that haven't happened yet," turning into "unpleasant things that won't happen."

This is the ability of someone who refuses to face the future, clings to yesterday, and is unwilling to leave.

If you don't want to face the changed reality, then just change it back to the "desired reality" once again.

Vladimir is a weirdo, a madman, an incomprehensible person, and a despicable scoundrel.

But she also loved "Lolita" and the world so deeply.

Such passionate and unrestrained love becomes a madness that no one can understand.

From the sky, it looks like a wave of light.

Yokohama, which was originally covered in gray, was gently swept by this wave, and then the brilliant colors replaced the gray desolation, bringing a new vitality to the city.

Dazai Osamu continued to lie on the sofa, basking in the sunlight: "Although there are many problems, there are still some advantages, right?"

For example, the injured, the disabled, and those with terminal illnesses—people who would otherwise spend the rest of their lives in despair and sorrow—have been given a new lease on life on another level.

And perhaps this farce will at least partially restore the atmosphere of the city, which had been completely ruined by the attack.

Amidst the commotion outside the hearing room, Ranpo pouted, "It's still incredibly troublesome."

Dazai Osamu, on the other hand, took it in stride: "Anyway, it's impossible to stop the opponent's actions."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't continue arguing with Dazai Osamu, but instead turned to look at the door.

Ranpo didn't have to wait long before the door opened, and a white-haired girl wearing a kimono with a blunt wooden sword at her waist walked in.

That was Fukuzawa Yukichi, the "Silver Wolf," who was originally supposed to be a handsome, white-haired middle-aged man.

Putting everything else aside, if things had been like this when they first met Mori Ougai, their relationship definitely wouldn't be as bad as it is now... or at least one side of the relationship wouldn't be as bad as it is now.

The young girl with short, white hair immediately spotted Edogawa Ranpo sitting on the sofa, and just managed to utter a few syllables: "Ranpo..."

Edogawa Ranpo jumped off the sofa, squatted down, took out his camera, and took a picture in one swift motion, so fast that Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't even have time to react.

Then Fukuzawa Yukichi could only watch Edogawa Ranpo with a dark expression, saying, "Ranpo-sama has gone out to help," before running away in a flash.

Then, Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Dazai Osamu again: "Dazai, this situation..."

“I know, it was caused by the enemy’s supernatural ability.” Dazai Osamu sprang up, walked to Fukuzawa Yukichi’s side, bent down and patted Fukuzawa Yukichi’s shoulder.

A ray of light emerged from Fukuzawa Yukichi's body as Dazai Osamu touched him. Then it shattered into countless points of light in mid-air: "I'm going to help too!"

Having recovered, Fukuzawa Yukichi immediately noticed the camera in Dazai Osamu's hand and fell silent: "..."

Oh well, as long as I get the job done in the end, that's all that matters.

Dazai Osamu had just stepped out of the house when he saw a blonde girl dressed in a life-sized women's suit rushing towards him: "Dazai, where did you run off to?!"

Dazai Osamu nimbly dodged Kunikida Doppo and quickly snapped a photo of him: "Sigh, I didn't expect Kunikida to look so cute right now. Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed like this?"

Kunikida's face turned green: "That's not good at all!"

"Oh dear, maintaining a youthful appearance can be good for your health..."

"Dazai, do you think I'll be fooled by you again?!"

Dazai Osamu skillfully dodged Kunikida Doppo, and while chatting and laughing, he took many good photos of Kunikida in his current child form.

Kyoka Izumi, the only one in the Armed Detective Agency who hadn't changed much, sat on the sofa, holding her dagger, which had turned into a wooden sword, with a wistful (happy) expression, and began to rub the tiger cub in her arms.

Once again transformed into a tiger cub, Atsushi Nakajima lost his dreams and lay on Kyoka Izumi's lap, letting her knead him as she pleased.

Naomi Tanizaki, now a child, still affectionately embraces Junichiro Tanizaki, who has also become a young girl, and has begun to reminisce about her "wonderful elementary school days."

After the change, Kenji Miyazawa looked a size smaller than the people around him. At this age, a difference of one or two years is very noticeable, which made Kenji Miyazawa appear exceptionally young.

However, he remained inexplicably optimistic and was talking to Akiko Nosa.

However, Yonosaka Akiko seemed somewhat distracted.

Kenji Miyazawa scratched his head, not feeling neglected, but wondering what Akiko Nosa was thinking.

Yonosaka Akiko finally snapped out of her daze: "Sorry, I was thinking about something else."

"It's alright." Kenji Miyazawa maintained his cheerful smile. "But Dr. Yonosae, what were you thinking about just now?"

Yonosaka Akiko instinctively hugged her shoulders: "Just an annoying person."

"I just suddenly really want to know what he looks like now."

Inside the Port Mafia, a group of little girls dressed in tiny black suits and holding toy guns were running around as if they were playing a role-playing game.

Wearing a loose hat that covered half of her head, the young girl, Chuuya, who was much shorter than the average person, rushed out of the elevator (thankfully the elevator was still working) and saw Ozaki Koyo organizing her work.

Although she is now just a young girl dressed in a gorgeous kimono and adorned with numerous headdresses, Ozaki Koyo's imposing presence has not diminished in the slightest.

Ozaki Koyo also saw Nakahara Chuuya, and she seemed relieved: "Chuuya, you're back."

Chuuya Nakahara trotted over to Kouyou Ozaki on his short legs: "Kouyou-neechan, how's things going in the organization?"

"No problem. We're already on high alert and there are no enemies, so things are relatively stable."

Chuuya Nakahara breathed a sigh of relief, his hat falling off as he did so: "That's good."

Fortunately, nothing chaotic happened.

At this moment, unaware of how long he was about to be laughed at by Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya looked around but did not find Mori Ougai, who was theoretically supposed to be in charge here.

"Speaking of which, Sister Hongye, where is the leader?"

"Um..." Ozaki Koyo covered her face with her kimono sleeve, looking somewhat embarrassed. "The leader... he lost too much blood, so he went to rest."

Chuuya Nakahara hesitated: "Um, what do you mean by blood loss?"

Ozaki Kouyou completely covered her face: "In short, that's how it is. We can't count on the leader for the time being."

Having fully understood Ozaki Koyo's meaning, Nakahara Chuuya nodded heavily.

He now only hopes that Chief Mori can still remember that he is actually a mafia boss.

At this moment, in Mori Ōgai's office, a black-haired little girl with a crumpled piece of paper covering her nose lay happily and peacefully on the sofa, looking at the little girl in white (the Port Mafia's doctor) who was busy taking care of her, and the little girl in sunglasses (the security personnel) in the office. She felt as if she had arrived in paradise.