Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Mo Shiyu is missing?

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Yokohama is a coastal city. It is not as crowded and noisy as Tokyo. It is livable and clean. Mo Shiyu parked the car in front of a hotel and checked in.

He knew that in this city, he could hit someone with special abilities with a brick, so he tried to keep a low profile at first.

Vest climbed into the backpack on his back and went out with him.

There are many people with special abilities in this city. In order to ensure his own safety, Mo Shiyu decided to carry a Sheyu with him.

The wind in Yokohama seemed to carry a hint of the sea, and the sun was particularly bright. Mo Shiyu walked on the street, enjoying the slightly salty sea breeze.

He was not in a hurry to find Vermouth. If he guessed correctly, unlike Conan and the tutor, the story of Stray Dogs should have already begun.

Mo Shiyu speculated that in the future, he must have written something like going home in the "book" and that was why he suffered such a tragedy.

So this time, he would not easily write anything on the "book".

He came here just to find out the truth of everything.

Mo Shiyu threw the map in the car, got out, found a coffee shop, bought a cup of coffee, and walked along the coastline for a while.

By this time he was very close to the Armed Detective Agency.

Sure enough, not long after, he saw the familiar white-haired boy, Nakajima Atsushi.

Nakajima Atsushi was with a handsome man wearing glasses and a vest and suit. He looked like he was also a member of the detective agency.

The protagonist has joined the main cast, and the plot has indeed begun.

Mo Shiyu thought.

Nakajima Atsushi has the hot-blooded attributes of the protagonist of a boy's comic. He is a brave and lovable little angel - well, except for his bangs being a little crooked.

However, Mo Shiyu was always a little afraid of him.

After all, this little angel seems to have two personalities, and occasionally turns into a ferocious brain axe.

The feeling of being pinned to the ground by the tiger, unable to move, and having my neck licked by its rough, grainy tongue still clearly appears in my mind.

"..." Mo Shiyu shuddered and confirmed again that he was still wearing his black-framed glasses. Only then did he let go of his hands and feet and observe them.

Nakajima Atsushi's five senses were extremely sharp, and since Mo Shiyu had no intention of hiding, he quickly noticed Mo Shiyu sitting on the side of the road drinking coffee.

"Hey, hey!" Nakajima Atsushi opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Tokiyo-san!"

He kicked his hind legs and ran over happily, and it seemed as if he saw a tail standing upright behind him.

The way Nakajima Atsushi pounced forward was very similar to that of a cat. Mo Shiyu almost got nervous for a moment, but when he looked closely, he found that Nakajima Atsushi showed no signs of change. Then he touched the black-framed glasses that covered his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

The man in a suit behind Nakajima Atsushi was stunned and followed.

"Why did you come to Yokohama?" Nakajima Atsushi squatted in front of Mo Shiyu and asked with his head raised.

"Work." Mo Shiyu supported his chin and curled his eyes, "Dun Jun, it's really nice to see you so energetic."

The young man with long ash-gray hair in front of him spoke in a hoarse voice, neither hurried nor slow, with a hint of natural gentleness. Nakajima Atsushi seemed to have returned to the day when he had a full meal for the first time in his life.

The encouragement he heard that day and the hot food kept motivating him, giving Nakajima Atsushi the courage to keep going and meet everyone from the detective agency.

How nice, Nakajima Atsushi thought, seeing the sweet-smelling Tokiyu-san again.

I really want to rub...

***

Nakajima Atsushi, who was close to Mo Shiyu, had his hair swaying back and forth and his eyes sparkling, but after he smelled the scent of Mo Shiyu, his gaze became dazed for a moment and his pupils instantly turned into weird vertical pupils.

Mo Shiyu was stunned by the sight of these strange and beautiful eyes, and then he tensed up as if his neck was grabbed——

Oh no, it turns out this big brain doesn’t look at faces, but smells?

Then it’s no use for him to wear black-framed glasses to cover his face!

Damn it, luckily he still had a trick up his sleeve.

Mo Shiyu pretended to accidentally spill the coffee in his hand. The aroma of coffee spread in the air, and Nakajima Atsushi's eyes slowly cleared up.

He scratched his head in confusion, and before he could react, his attention was attracted by the coffee that was about to flow onto the ground. He hurriedly wiped the coffee on the table with Mo Shiyu.

"Sorry, I'm clumsy." Mo Shiyu said apologetically. His sleeve rubbed against the coffee, and his whole demeanor changed.

"Please don't worry about it, this happens to anyone." Nakajima Atsushi comforted.

Luckily there wasn't much coffee left and the cleanup was quick.

They stood up and walked together along the harbor.

Nakajima Atsushi turned sideways, revealing Kunikida behind him, and introduced him to Mo Shiyu, "This is Mr. Doppo Kunikida from the Armed Detective Agency. Mr. Kunikida, this is Mr. Shiyu, a good friend I met in Tokyo."

Kunikida Doppo's expression was very serious. He looked at the smoky-haired beauty in front of him and extended his hand politely, "Hello."

Mo Shiyu stretched out his hand, and the two separated as soon as they touched.

He's the serious and upright type.

Mo Shiyu raised the corners of his beautiful lips and said, "You seem to be in a hurry. Are you going to do something?"

Nakajima Atsushi replied, "We're working on a commission. Several college students disappeared on their way back to school last night, and we're investigating."

"Missing?"

Kunikida Dopo nodded. "The weirdest thing is, they disappeared in a busy street in Yokohama's business district. Two surveillance cameras, five meters apart, showed them on the first camera, but not on the second."

In just five meters, several college students disappeared.

In the bustling street with so many people coming and going, no one noticed.

Mo Shiyu felt inexplicably cold in his heart.

This place is indeed abnormal.

"By the way, what is Tokiyu-san doing in Yokohama?" asked Kunikida Doppo.

"Ah..." Mo Shiyu came back to his senses, "I'm here for an audition."

"Hey," Nakajima Atsushi said in surprise, "So Tokiyo-san is an actor!"

Very suitable!

It would be a shame if this face doesn’t become popular!

Nakajima Atsushi clenched his claws.

"But... are you going to the place where the college student disappeared?" Mo Shiyu said with concern, "It's better to hand it over to the police. It sounds too dangerous. Maybe it's some criminal organization..."

"No, this kind of commission can only be handled by us." Nakajima Atsushi immediately shook his head, "This kind of thing can only be done by a person with special abilities..."

Kunikida Doppo squeezed Nakajima Atsushi's shoulder hard, and Nakajima Atsushi suddenly covered his mouth.

It’s bad, it almost got exposed.

They walked into a pedestrian street, and gradually more and more people came. Yoasobi's "Running Towards the Night" was playing in the shop next to them.

"In short, Tokiyu-san, please be careful in Yokohama recently. Try not to go out at night. Even if you go out, try to go to places with surveillance..." Kunikida Dopo turned his head, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

He felt like a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and fine, dense sweat broke out on his palms.

"What's wrong?" Nakajima Atsushi turned around in confusion.

Just one glance and his expression changed.

Behind them, the leaves rustled in the wind, the women's singing in the shop kept repeating, and the slightly cold wind blew on their bodies, as if chilling their hearts.

An empty coffee cup fell to the ground with a "bang" and rolled several times on the ground.

The empty space behind them reminded them.

The person who was following behind me just now disappeared.

"Tokiyu-san?" Nakajima Atsushi called out tremblingly. He couldn't believe it, "How is this possible? He was just here a moment ago. I even heard him breathing a second ago!"

Kunikida Doppo's response was to take a few quick steps to where Mo Shiyu had just stood, check the ground, and glance around.

“No more.”

His eyes narrowed behind his glasses, his expression serious, "He's missing."

This time, the disappearance happened right before their eyes.

"Wait, are there suddenly fewer people here?" Nakajima Atsushi suddenly said.

Kunikida Dopo looked around and found that the pedestrian street, which was usually bustling with people, seemed to have suddenly become much emptier.

Where are the people?

The street suddenly disappeared, nearly half of the people there.

"Atsushi, don't leave my side." Kunikida Doppo whispered, "Where's that Dazai guy? His abilities are needed for this incident."

"Come to think of it, I didn't see him this morning..."

***

In the darkness, there was a voice calling him. Mo Shiyu's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He could not ignore the voice, but he could not wake up.

He struggled to wake up from the darkness.

Everything in front of my eyes is dark.

He didn't see the light source, but he could see his surroundings clearly, as if something was shining through.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Mo Shiyu first felt the boundless soreness, swelling, numbness and itching coming from his wrist.

He looked up and found that his hands were tied with white silk thread and he was hanging in the air.

The silk thread is extremely flexible, as thin as a hair, but not easy to break.

The weight of his entire body was hanging on his hands, leaving deep white marks on his wrists. His arms were numb and painful, and he was almost unconscious.

It hurts... Isn't he with Nakajima Atsushi and the others? Where is this place...

Mo Shiyu frowned unbearably and looked around.

This is a room of about 5 square meters. It is not square but spindle-shaped, and the walls and upper and lower points are covered with white filaments.

It was the same material as the silk thread that bound his hands.

He seemed to fall into a dark space filled with white silk.

"The body, the body..."

At this moment, another call came from the depths of consciousness.

Mo Shiyu immediately focused his attention, "She Yu."

Finally getting a response from Mo Shiyu, She Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "Great."

Mo Shiyu looked behind him and found that his backpack was gone, and of course the doll inside was also gone. "Sheyu, where are you now?"

She Yu said, "The doll that followed the main body is already dead."

"..." Mo Shiyu's teeth tightened suddenly, and a salty taste suddenly filled his mouth. "What happened? Who did it?"

She Yu said, "When it fell, the doll separated from its main body. It tried to find its main body, but was killed by something along the way."

"Fall down?" Mo Shiyu repeated.

"Yeah." She Yu's voice was rational and clear, "This is underground, the main body."

underground……

Mo Shiyu thought to himself, was the college student who disappeared before also caught in this place?

Who is the murderer? Each doll has an illusion ability that is not inferior to Sheyu's original body. The guy who can kill the doll must have a strong supernatural power.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen, as if he was doing sit-ups. With no force point in the air, his waist and abdomen were tensed, and his whole body was bent like a bowstring. He raised his legs until they touched his hanging hands.

He had a bayonet hidden behind his combat boots.

Fortunately, this was not looted.

The fingers, which looked particularly pale due to lack of blood, bit the bayonet, pulled it out, and then slowly rubbed the white thin rope that bound the wrist with the bayonet.