Chapter 93
With that light tap, as if a handover of wills had been made, Ye Yihe's figure vanished, as if he had never been there at all.
His soul returned to Fyodor's palace of consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
"Does he trust me that much? He's really been entrusted with an important task..."
Looking at the empty space before him, Dazai Osamu finally touched the spot on his shoulder where he had been lightly tapped and murmured to himself.
Now that the supernatural being that needed to be maintained had disappeared, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was about to dispel the thick fog when he heard Osamu Dazai suddenly stop him.
"Don't deactivate your powers yet."
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko paused, his thoughts momentarily halting: "Hmm?"
"As requested by Fedia, your powers need to be used again after stopping Fyodor."
Dazai Osamu calmly said, "Besides, once you appear at the Armed Detective Agency, Fyodor will immediately know that [Feija's consciousness can temporarily reside in Fyodor's extracted superhuman body], and then guess that we already know his plan."
After all, if it weren't for Fei Jia's appearance, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko would have stayed in the wreckage forever. Either Dazai and his group would have come knocking on his door, and it would have been a fight to the death; or all the ability users in Yokohama would have died in the thick fog, killed by their own ability users.
No matter how you think about it, it's impossible for the idea of "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko suddenly wants to follow Ranpo and become a detective" to suddenly come to mind.
"Therefore, the best solution is to create a huge commotion of destruction, pretend that you finally died in the battle against us, so that you and the [Ryuhiko no Aji] ability will never appear again."
In this way, not only can Fedia's appearance using the superpowered being be completely concealed, but Fyodor will also no longer be on guard against a superpower that has already disappeared.
“As for why we have to cause destruction in your fog,” Dazai explained, “it’s to prevent ordinary people from getting hurt.”
At this moment, in Yokohama, which is shrouded in thick fog, ordinary people are actually the safest.
After a moment of serious consideration, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa nodded in approval of Dazai's suggestion.
"Let's do as you say."
Not only about being a detective, but he was also looking forward to the battle between Dazai Osamu and Fyodor—who would win? What would be the outcome?
Whether it's saving the world or destroying it, he wants to be a witness to the final outcome.
It's really easy to cause destruction. If any of these hands that are moving Dazai were to be pulled back, the supernatural beings that have been stripped away by the thick fog would instantly launch an attack.
In order to create the impression that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had never left the site of the wreckage, Dazai continued to maintain the scene of the dandelion slowly moving until they reached the wreckage before letting them take action.
Ivana's ability to manipulate large areas of rock was incredibly destructive; the towering slumber was cut in half by the rock giants it constructed, causing everyone to dodge in a panic.
Throughout the entire ordeal, the only one who didn't let go was Chuuya. He knew that if that thing inside him were to be extracted, it wouldn't be an easy situation to resolve.
If Shibusawa Tatsuhiko can't retract his powers even after dispelling them, then it's all over. Yokohama might be completely destroyed without Fyodor even needing to intervene.
Amidst the massive destruction, the dense fog finally began to dissipate slowly.
Afterwards, Dazai Osamu even wrote a report for the Special Abilities Division, fabricating a flawless fight scene and claiming that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had been killed by the detectives.
However, no one would deliberately nitpick the content—after all, the most critical people in the government had been killed one by one by Gogol, who had been disguised as a secretary and had been patiently waiting for a long time.
The military police and investigators assigned to investigate the scene closed the case after a hasty investigation.
The supernatural disaster that caused the entire city of Yokohama was most likely to be resolved peacefully for the government with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's death.
Otherwise, if the fog continues to expand, it's hard to say whether other countries' supernatural ability management agencies will intervene—that's when the real trouble will begin.
Not long after the incident ended, Taneda, the head of the Special Abilities Division, called specifically, but not to discuss the report Dazai had given him.
"First of all, Professor Ayatsuji asked me to tell you that he has deduced the identity of the murderer who killed the high-ranking government official."
Taneda Santouka's voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that the recent series of supernatural crime cases had left him overwhelmed, exhausted, and unable to get a good night's sleep.
“However, his powers cannot be activated because no evidence can be found,” he said. “I think you know what that means, Dazai-kun.”
"The ability user within the Seventh Organization who can clear his name of crimes has become Fyodor's accomplice," Dazai Osamu revealed the answer.
In this way, no matter how many people Fyodor's side kills later, Ayatsuji Yukito's supernatural ability will not be able to punish them.
“That’s how it is,” Taneda Yamatoka said wearily. “Secondly, the higher-ups ordered me to catch the mastermind behind this series of events as soon as possible, and also forbade Ayatsuji-sensei from leaving supervision to prevent her from being used by the enemy. Therefore, I can only entrust this task to everyone currently in the detective agency.”
Since the superhuman who could clear his name fell into enemy hands, the surviving government officials were even more worried about losing the protection from the Seventh Agency. Ayatsuji Yukito's superpower turned into a weapon to punish them.
As a result, Ayatsuji Yukito may face a life-threatening crisis orchestrated by the government, forcing Chief Taneda to quickly relocate his hideout and assign more trusted agents to protect his safety.
This way, at least they can barely stop the idea from the higher-ups in the government to secretly eliminate Ayatsuji Yukito.
However, for Yukito Ayatsuji, being forbidden from returning to the agency and unable to accept any commissions, separated from his beloved doll collection, he could only kill time in the underground library inside the Special Abilities Department's base, which made him angry and complain for a long time.
However, Ayatsuji Yukito wasn't the only one who was angry at the moment.
There's also Ranpo, whose attempts to coax the president have been fraught with difficulties but have yet to succeed.
He was lying on the sofa with his back to everyone, sulking in a curled-up position with his knees drawn up to his chest.
It seems that even with a group of people offering various suggestions, the famous detective who suddenly learns that he is actually just an ordinary person and is greatly shocked by it is not so easy to coax him.
After hanging up the phone, Dazai glanced at the chaos on the other end of the office and silently dialed another number.
…………
In the dimly lit room, a hand pulled up the closed blinds, letting the morning light stream in.
Judging from its appearance, it was a young man's hand, with long, slender fingers and smooth skin. In the rolled-up sleeves, one could even faintly see the pale blue veins extending to the forearm and the back of the hand.
However, upon closer observation, it becomes apparent that when that hand grips the dangling rope or exerts downward force to open the window shutters, the muscles in the forearm that should be tightening do not conform to the natural trajectory of human movement.
This is a realistic mimicry disguise used to conceal the fact that the owner of the hand is not a real human.
"Lord Shelley, would you like me to make you a cup of coffee?"
The camera, mimicking human eyes, moved away from the window and aimed at the blonde girl who was listlessly slumped over her desk.
Upon hearing her own android speak, Mary Shelley went from a dejected, face-down position to resting her chin on her crossed arms on the table—simply changing her posture to perk herself up a little.
“No, Adam,” Mary Shelley said slowly, sounding particularly dejected. “I slept quite well last night.”
"But according to our assessment, your mood is far below normal right now..."
“Because I’m troubled,” Mary Shelley couldn’t help but sigh, “Agatha sent me a whole bunch of information about Fyodor, all emphasizing how dangerous he is.”
"You mean Fyodor Dostoevsky, the other researcher who assisted you in creating this machine?" Adam smiled. "You've mentioned him to the machine before."
“Yes,” Mary Shelley clenched her fist and slammed it on the table in frustration, “Everyone says I don’t believe Fyodor would do something like that, but Agatha insists he’s been too successful in deceiving me, sending me documents again and again…”
Damn it! I've told Agatha so many times that she trusts her own eyes and judgment more now, so why does she always look at people with such pity, as if she's been completely fooled?
She was the one who spent so much time with Fyodor, not Agatha Christie!
Fyodor was busy with something, and he hadn't contacted her since he went to Japan. Even after the exchange program ended, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Anyway, I just don't believe Fyodor is a bad person."
Mary Shelley turned her face away in annoyance, pushing the pile of documents on the table in another direction, clearly trying to avoid seeing them.
"Help me get rid of these, Adam."
"Understood, Lord Shelley."
Adam, who was standing by the window, was about to take a step when he suddenly stopped.
He received encrypted radio frequency signals, which were test interface codes that Shelley had specially embedded in the communication chip when he was created, and which he never deleted.
Theoretically, only the person who created it knows this code.
To put it simply: when he received this call, it meant only one thing.
"Lord Fyodor has called you."
Mary Shelley sat up abruptly.
Answer the call on speakerphone!
"yes."
Unfortunately, her focus didn't last more than two seconds before the first words from the other end, "Hello, I'm Osamu Dazai," made Mary Shelley slump back onto the table, looking utterly dejected.
"What? It's not Fyodor."
Mary Shelley mumbled back to him in Japanese, "Did Fyodor give you the number? What's up?"
"Actually, something happened to Fedia."
Dazai Osamu roughly explained Fyodor's dual personality and the series of events that occurred in Yokohama, leaving Mary Shelley stunned. "So that's how it is..."
"He is currently unable to appear, so he can only ask me to inquire whether you are willing to come to Yokohama to stop Verlaine."
Facing Mary Shelley, who could increase his side's chances of winning, Dazai Osamu was very polite. "Fydja didn't tell me the reason, only that you can stop [the Assassin King] Verlaine."
Although he doesn't really understand how this girl with the exceptionally sweet voice is going to stop Verlaine... Is her superpower particularly effective against him?
Mary Shelley, who knew perfectly well why, coughed tactically.
"...Oh, I see."
In truth, she wasn't entirely sure she could stop Verlaine. What if he refused to accept the truth and instead killed her in revenge...?
Well, just to be on the safe side, I'll give Adam some shock-resistant reinforcement later, and give him a good dose of fast-acting, powerful inhaled anesthetic gas, preferably the kind that can knock out an elephant instantly.
“If you are willing to come, regardless of whether we succeed in stopping Verlaine, we will absolutely guarantee your personal safety,”
Dazai Osamu said, "But it's okay if you don't want to come. This is just a request for assistance that respects your personal wishes."
There was silence on the other end of the call for a long time.
Dazai Osamu waited patiently until he heard Mary Shelley's voice ring out again, hesitantly asking him a question.
"Um, according to you, Verlaine hasn't arrived yet... Are you sure he'll definitely be tricked into going to Yokohama by Fyodor?"
“It will come,” Dazai Osamu affirmed.
"Because, if I were Fyodor, I would definitely do that."
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