58 Jinjiang Exclusive
"You're so naive."
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"Hurry up and choose!"
Although there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, Ivan had a bright smile on his face.
“This time, there’s no option that the two of us are equally important.”
"After all, the answer I want has never been 'you are equal,' but rather, whether the master I am loyal to is just an ordinary person who is affected by emotions and desires."
Logically, Kawakami Wakana should be nervous at this moment. After all, in terms of benefits, Fedia should clearly be the loyal Ivan who survives, rather than her, a member of the rival detective agency.
But looking at Fyodor's calm and composed gaze, she was no longer nervous at all.
“Ivan,” Fyodor murmured Ivan’s name, “you are still so naive.”
"They naively bestowed upon me a divine halo, even demanding that I become a god; they also naively underestimated the little kitten over there."
Do you really think anyone would be foolish enough to go to meet the enemy without leaving any backup plan?
"Thump—"
Almost simultaneously, Atsuko Nakajima's fist slammed into the stone golem that was tightly gripping Wakai, shattering the stone into pieces.
During this time, Kawakami Wakana also learned some physical skills from Kunikida Doppo. In addition, she was originally from the volleyball club and had a very good physique. With a flip, she jumped behind Ivan, sprayed pepper spray at him, and then subdued him.
"The serum!" Atsushi Nakajima picked up the needle that Ivan had dropped and tossed it to Wakana Kawakami.
"Oh?" Fyodor crossed his arms. "Are you still going to save him?"
“Because if it were Dr. Blackjack, he would definitely save him.” Ruoyi said, still inserting the needle that Ivan had called the antidote into his arm.
However, the medicine had no effect whatsoever. Ivan coughed up a mouthful of blood violently, and his consciousness seemed to gradually fade.
"...!"
Ruoyi instantly realized something.
"This...is not the antidote?"
Fyodor did not answer her question directly, but walked up to Ivan, who was still somewhat conscious, and said, "This is your third naiveté."
"Do you think I wouldn't see through your ulterior motives in preparing the frosting cookies? And Ivan, did you do this because of Dazai Osamu's threat that day? If you were truly loyal to me, you wouldn't be blinded by the words of an enemy."
"Why should I choose someone like you as the only one who can survive?"
Goodnight.
Although Ivan was already in a daze, he could still hear what Fyodor said. He forced himself to sit up and smiled.
"leader……"
"So this... is your answer, huh..."
Ivan had completely lost consciousness, and when Ruoyi checked his pupils, they were already dilated. Ruoyi could only keep performing CPR, even though she knew it was useless.
"Should we call an ambulance?" Atsushi Nakajima asked cautiously.
But Kawakami Wakana just shook her head.
After all, the frosting cake that Ivan ate was a product of Pushkin's supernatural virus, which was not something that could be handled by the emergency room.
Time passed slowly, bit by bit. Fyodor, who should have been the only one who knew the antidote and could have saved Ivan, simply watched silently.
"Cheer up! Cheer up!"
Although Ivan was a member of the House of the Dead and Fyodor's henchman, Atsushi Nakajima still couldn't bear to watch a living person die before his eyes. He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "That's it! Dr. Blackjack! If it's that person, perhaps—"
“It’s no use.” Ruoyi said softly, who had been trying to resuscitate Ivan. “His heart stopped beating long ago, beyond the golden window for resuscitation. Even Dr. Blackjack can’t do anything about it.”
and--
In his final moments, Ivan had long lost the will to live. And that was the most fatal aspect.
Upon hearing Ruoyi's words, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes widened suddenly, and he began to yell at Fyodor, "You've gone too far!"
"He didn't do anything wrong. He was just a loyal person who was used by you!"
“It was his own choice. What I did only purified his soul.” Facing Atsushi Nakajima’s condemnation, Fyodor showed no remorse whatsoever. “And that’s what makes you different from her.”
"Her? Who am I with?" Atsushi Nakajima was a little confused.
Until a pair of hands appeared in the air, grabbed Fyodor by the collar, and disappeared with him.
"..."
“Ruoyi-san…” The enemy had disappeared, so Nakajima Atsushi could only turn his attention to Ruoyi, who was standing to the side. Seeing that she was still futilely performing CPR on Ivan, he asked in surprise, “Didn’t you say there was no hope?”
"Yes, yes..."
Upon hearing Dun's question, Ruoyi suddenly realized what was happening and lifted her hand from Ivan's broken ribs, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she stared blankly at the lifeless man before her.
"Dunjun..."
She seemed to be speaking to Atsushi Nakajima, but also seemed to be talking to herself: "If I hadn't seen through Feda's so-called 'accomplice' rhetoric during the 'Shared Devouring' incident, and if I hadn't chosen to join the detective agency, would I have ended up like him?"
"Only by obediently serving as a pawn can one survive; once self-awareness awakens, one is only to be discarded..."
"..."
Atsushi Nakajima did not answer.
He simply stepped forward and helped Ivan close his eyes.
…………
On the other side.
Gogol grabbed Fyodor by the collar and used his supernatural powers to lead the two of them to a nearby cheap hotel.
“Let’s just make do for tonight,” he said. “After all, who knows what other tricks the detective agency might have up its sleeve, like someone monitoring your movements or something…”
There's no need to worry about trackers or bugging devices; with Dostoevsky's skill level, it's impossible for Kawakami Wakai to install them.
“…” Fyodor did not answer.
“However,” Gogol stretched, “you really are ruthless. Ivan is so obedient to you, and if you had just chosen to let him live, the ‘Five Signs of Decay’ plan would have gone much more smoothly, but you chose to let him die.”
"..."
“Now look what’s happened,” Gogol continued, undeterred, seeing that Fyodor still remained silent. “Some of them are now all alone.”
"..."
"Even your cat has joined the detective agency."
“His work is not without value,” Fyodor finally spoke.
oh?
Gogol stopped rambling on and on, and instead blinked, waiting for what he would say next.
Looking up at the moonlight, Fyodor said, "Isn't this what you wanted to see? After all, Ivan proved to you that emotions can indeed be a cage that imprisons a person. Even loyalty can be corrupted."
"Oh?" Gogol asked defiantly. "Does this prove that emotions are a cage? What about you, Tuosijun?"
"Are you an eagle soaring through the sky, or a parrot confined in a small cage, surviving only on the water and food provided by its owner?"
Fyodor's breath hitched.
Without looking into his close friend's eyes, Gogol chuckled and toyed with his cane: "I wonder if you still remember why we came to Yokohama?"
"If you're saying it's so that we can help you raise a decent girlfriend, then I really feel sorry for Ivan."
"After all, he handed you a sharp blade to cut the chains beneath your feet, but unfortunately, you destroyed it with your own hands."
"Cough, cough cough... hiss..."
At this point, Fyodor suddenly coughed violently a few times, and his breathing became rapid, as if all the oxygen in the air had been stripped away.
"Oh dear," Gogol leaned over curiously and handed her a paper bag, "How could you choke on your own saliva?"
Then, he whispered in the ear of the person in front of him:
"If Kawakami Wakana has truly become the birdcage that traps you, then I'll kill her before I kill you with my own hands."
"After all, as your best friend, I don't want to see you not free."
"..."
Fyodor covered his mouth and nose with a paper bag, but his eyes were fixed on Gogol beside him, half-closed and half-closed.
…………
The next day, Kawakami Wakai, along with Tanizaki Naomi and Izumi Kyoka, went to Ginza, where they had previously agreed to meet.
Because of Fyodor's "trolley problem," this plan has been delayed until now. After all, Kunikida Doppo alone would not agree to let Fyodor use Pushkin and all the citizens who went to Ginza that day as the two ends of the railway track. Now that this matter is resolved, we can finally have a proper stroll.
Fourteen-year-old Izumi Kyoka was the youngest member of the detective agency, and she looked like an oriental version of a doll. Kawakami Wakana, Tanizaki Naomi, and Yosano Akiko, who came along with her, immediately rediscovered the feeling of a little girl playing with Barbie dolls.
After all, this child looks good in anything!
A ponytail paired with a sweatshirt looks clean and refreshing.
Her flowing hair and little black dress also exude a mature charm.
With her hair up and wearing a kimono, she exudes a gentle and graceful aura, reminiscent of a Yamato Nadeshiko.
The three girls looked at Jing Jinghua, who they had dressed up in various ways, and couldn't help but let out a sharp, explosive sound in their hearts.
If Kunikida Doppo hadn't refused, the detective agency's budget plus their own savings wouldn't have been enough; they practically wanted to buy up all the clothes here!
It wasn't until evening that the girls, carrying the few clothes they had been forced to choose from, finally arrived at a nearby tea restaurant for dinner.
Kawakami Wakai's phone rang just as Tanizaki Naomi and Yosano Akiko were discussing whether to eat spaghetti or hamburger steak.
Seeing that the caller ID showed her mother, she immediately found a secluded spot to answer the phone.
Could it be that the coconuts Mom sent have arrived?
The thought that Fei Jia might be living in that room now gave Ruoyi a strange headache.
"Ruoyi, where are you now?" Her mother asked abruptly on the other end of the phone.
"I'm shopping with some classmates," said Wakana Kawakami. "It's in Ginza, not far from home."
"Classmate...?" Unexpectedly, instead of reminding her to go home early and be careful, her mother seized on the key word "classmate".
"Ruoyi——"
"Are the people you're with right now really your classmates, and not your colleagues?"
"A colleague from the Armed Detective Agency."
"...!!"
[Author's Note]
Come!
Add background music
As long as it's ordinary (?)
Small Theater
Suppose Ruoyi and three-fifths of the Celestials formed a band.
Gogol: Lead vocalist and guitarist, likes energetic and high-energy songs.
Sigma: Bassist. I really like the style of bass, which, though not eye-catching, quietly guides the rhythm of the whole song. I hate bass jokes (?).
Fyodor: Of course, it's the cello. Although rock bands generally don't have violinists, there are exceptions, right?
Ruoyi: The stamina powerhouse of the group, second only to Gogol; a drummer who doesn't get tired even after performing on three or four stages.
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