19 Chapter 19
When the first cicada of summer flew up to the treetops, the day of the entrance examination was approaching. The tense atmosphere passed through the school, through Bailibian, and finally reached Murase.
"You really don't need me to take care of you?" In the last semester of junior high school, Murase changed the frequency of his previous visits. He would squeeze out time every week to meet with Bailibian, and even tried to cover Bailibian's food and accommodation.
After once again rejecting Murase's care, Bailibian decided to go out and relax. He couldn't understand why Murase was even more anxious than he was about his own entrance exam. But even though he couldn't figure it out, Bailibian couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Hello, sir. Do you know which direction the mall is?"
The person who stopped Baili Bian was a man dressed strangely. It was clearly early summer, but he was not only wearing a furry hat, but also a thick cloak.
Is it really not hot? Despite this doubt in his heart, Bailibian didn't show his curiosity. Perhaps this was his hobby, just like the detective agency and the port mafia members who like to stay in the same clothes for a whole year.
Baili thought about it for a while, and finally told the person asking for directions the location of the largest shopping mall which was farther away from his current location.
If you're asking for directions, you must be from out of town. If you're traveling, you might want to bring back some local specialties, so choosing a nearby convenience store wouldn't be a good idea.
"Thank you for your help."
After the stranger took off his hat and saluted Bailibian, he did not rush on his way. Instead, he watched Bailibian disappear around the corner.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the demon who presides over the House of Dead Rats, possesses an intelligence organization vast beyond the imagination of others. To realize his ideals, Yokohama, home to the world's highest concentration of psychics, has always been a key area of his focus.
A month ago, he hacked into the Special Ability Department's Information Management Center for Superpowers and found a unique record inside - a superpower without a name. The file only recorded the general effect of his superpower. Within a 10-meter radius of the body, people's desire to communicate will be enhanced, and they will be unable to commit harmful acts.
Although it seemed to be a harmless ability, it still aroused Fyodor's interest.
Does the owner of this ability include those who are unable to commit harmful acts?
The more he investigated, the more mysteries Fyodor uncovered about Bailibian—his earliest known activity was on Leibo Street, with no records of him before the age of 14. The person who helped him with the paperwork was a Transcendent from Europe. He had no record of any training, yet he managed to escape the Port Mafia unscathed...
What’s even more interesting is that there was actually a moving gap in the white fog during the Dragon Head War. Although Fedor could not find the whereabouts of Bailibian’s superpower no matter what, his intuition told him that the gap must be related to Bailibian.
According to the investigation records, the first people to establish contact with Bai Libian were the Port Mafia, followed by the Armed Detective Agency. However, as the only official agency in Yokohama, the Special Ability Special Agents Division had no contact with him from beginning to end.
But Bailibian never joined any faction. He was just like an ordinary person, going between school and home every day.
There was a glimmer of inquiry in his purple-red eyes, but Ferdor did not move forward. There were still many opportunities to learn more, so it would be better to let his ally get in touch with the hope of the future world first.
He should like peace-loving children very much.
Bailibian had originally not cared much about the entrance exams, but the people around him, especially Murase, Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Kunikida, seemed to attach great importance to his studies. Even Yumeno Hisasaku had inexplicably reduced his stays. This actually disrupted his usual rhythm of life, forcing him to increase his reading time.
Fortunately, after much anticipation, the exam will finally end.
After the last exam, Bailibian walked out of the school gate and saw Murase who had been waiting for him for a long time. Murase originally wanted to treat Bailibian to a meal, but when he saw the other party's rejection, he compromised and sent Bailibian home after working so hard.
Looking at Bailibian working alone in the kitchen, Murase couldn't figure out how things had turned out like this. He clearly wanted to reward Bailibian, so how did he end up eating for free?
Although I don't want to admit it, Bailibian's cooking skills are indeed not comparable to those of restaurants outside.
Murase politely excused himself right after finishing his meal. He could tell that Bailibian preferred a good rest to going out for fun.
After leaving Bailibian's home, Murase did not return to the dormitory, but continued to work overtime. Although the vacation had been approved, in order not to spoil the fun halfway, it would be better to finish some work as soon as possible.
Bailibian still hasn't figured out what he will do in the future, so Murase decided to take him around for two weeks to see different jobs, which might inspire Bailibian's passion.
As soon as Murase left, Bailibian received a call from Nakahara Chuuya.
Although Nakahara Chuuya, now a member of the Special Forces Bureau, was certainly not studying at school, this didn't stop him from sending graduation wishes to Bai Libian. If it weren't for an unexpected mission, he would have personally delivered the gift. Since leaving Yokohama, he and Bai Libian hadn't seen each other again.
"Are you still busy with work these days, Chuuya?"
Although the distance between them has increased, the relationship between Bailibian and Zhongyuan Zhongye has not changed.
The Special Forces Bureau's work wasn't actually that busy, and with the help of Rimbaud and Verlaine, Chuuya Nakahara's job could even be considered leisurely. It was only because he still needed to train that he seemed a bit exhausted.
"Fortunately, my brother said that what I need more now than training and actual combat is a spiritual breakthrough."
Becoming a Transcendent is far from as simple as one might imagine. Besides possessing supernatural powers, the Transcendent also needs to be physically and mentally strong.
"Baili, how have you been lately?"
After the separation, Nakahara Chuuya was always worried that Hyakube, who was left alone in Yokohama, would be forced to join the port mafia through coercion and inducement, especially after he knew that Dazai Osamu was close to Hyakube.
"Oh, not bad. By the way, Dazai resigned."
"As long as he's doing well, that's good. As for that mackerel, it's better that he's gone, so he doesn't have any bad intentions."
After chatting with Nakahara Chuuya, it was time to go to bed. Bailibian turned off the alarm clock beside the bed. He had no schedule tomorrow, so he could sleep in soundly.
The day after tomorrow, as promised, he'd take Hisaku to the amusement park. The day after that, he'd go on a trip with Inspector Murakami, learning about the specifics of the various jobs. After returning from the trip, he might even check out the Port Mafia, but first, he'd have to visit the Armed Detective Agency, or the world's greatest detective would surely give him a hard time again.
As he was thinking, Bailibian fell asleep.
Adequate sleep brought a happy mood. I slept until noon the next day. Although I didn’t catch the first ray of sunshine in the morning, I enjoyed the scorching sun at noon.
He was in no hurry to eat, so he grabbed his wallet and keys and walked out the door. The only thing that matches the summer sun best is a freezer filled with all kinds of ice cream.
Although the convenience store is not large, the variety of ice cream in the freezer is so numerous and complex that Baili Bian would easily be dazzled.
The confidence brought by the remaining balance made Bailibian not afraid of the so-called ice cream assassin. As long as it was not the mustard flavor used for pranks, he had the courage to try it.
Bailibian, who was carrying a basket of ice cream with satisfaction, was planning to put it into his own refrigerator before the ice cream was disfigured, but was stopped at the door of the convenience store.
There were two people coming, wearing the same red uniform, one had white hair, the other had black hair, one had squinting eyes, the other had open eyes.
But even though the other person's appearance was so distinctive, Baili Bian still couldn't figure out who the other person was.
"A hundred miles away."
There was no answer, Baili Bian just nodded.
"There's a problem with your ability registration. Come with us."
Ability registration? Does it refer to identity?
Baili Bian didn't think it was just a simple identity issue.
"Can I put the ice cream back in my freezer first?"
But he wasn't going to run away.
"I'm sorry. This is an order."
A pair of handcuffs mercilessly bound Bailibian's hands. His left hand, which was ruthlessly pried apart, could no longer protect the full shopping bag, and all the ice cream fell to the ground.
Baili Bian, his hands cuffed, was reluctant to turn around and look at the ice cream on the ground. What a pity! The floor was so hot that even if he picked it up now, its shape would definitely be distorted.
Two people, one on the left and one on the right, suppressed Bailibian respectively. After observing closely, Bailibian found that the white-haired man did not have squinting eyes like Ranpo, but was a blind man.
This is nothing surprising. He has seen many skills like locating by sound.
Bailibian was only curious about one thing: who wanted to capture him, a law-abiding young man in society?
This journey is not easy.
Not to mention the scorching sun overhead, the winding route alone was enough to make Baili Bian dizzy. And as if they were afraid he wouldn't remember the route, they even blindfolded him at the end.
Have you given up on hiding it before you even reach your destination?
This doesn't seem like supplementary information at all.
In the darkness, Bailibian felt that all his belongings had been taken away. Except for his clothes, not even his cell phone, keys, or wallet were left behind.
This is going too far.
For a poor man who has lived beyond his means, that wallet contains all his assets.
But the hostages were not in a position to offer their opinions.
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