The destination taken by the two black men this time was a hospital located between the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency.

What did you bring me here for?

He wouldn't want to do anything to me, I took a few steps towards Chuuya without leaving any trace.

But the scene after entering was unexpected - or too unexpected!

Not to mention the men in black surrounding the hospital downstairs, the top floor is home to almost all the members of the Armed Detective Agency and key members of the Port Mafia.

Is this the extreme lineup to greet me?

How have I ever deserved this!

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, everyone's eyes were on me. Of course, I had met Tachihara before, and I could guess that he must be very happy now.

Except for the world's top detective, everyone else in the Armed Detective Agency looked at me with gossipy eyes, but the Hong Kong underworld was different. Especially the head of the family, represented by Sister Hongye, after seeing me, they gave Zaizi a glare, which made Chuuya feel really embarrassed.

However, I already guessed what was going on. Apart from the two leaders, who else could have brought the two groups together and put up such a large battle?

I just don't understand what I'm doing here.

What Zaizi, the Disqualified One in the Human World, cannot do, I, the Disqualified One in the Human World, cannot do either.

So why did you ask me to come here?

"Dazai, are you sure?" Kunikida's mother's face was serious. Judging from the current situation, especially the strength of the armed forces, the Hong Kong gangs have an absolute advantage in strength.

Zaizi did not respond directly to Kunikida-ma's words. After he and Chuuya looked at each other, it was Chuuya who made the promise.

"Don't worry, as long as the leader is fine, the agreement between us Hong Kong Black and the detective agency is still there." As a very responsible person, Chuuya knows what Kunikida's mother is worried about.

This time, it was General Tuo who was the outsider who wanted to make a move on Yokohama. Just like when they faced the group before, the detective agency and the mafia had the same enemy for once.

As long as it doesn't come to the last step, they don't want to fulfill the enemy's wishes.

"Don't worry, Kunikida. Ranpo-sama won't joke about the president's safety!"

The walking cats in real life are so cute!

There were no glasses on his nose, just a single emerald green eye that examined me.

The words of the walking cat have always been at the level of opening the third eye, so what he means is - is there really a possibility that my existence can break the impasse?

The leaders of both sides spoke, and the detective agency and the mafia stepped aside, revealing the door. I followed the two black men through the crowd and went to the other side.

The closed door behind him blocked out all inquiring eyes.

The two leaders were lying... on the same hospital bed?

I mean, in such a big hospital, they couldn't even find two beds. How could they put the leader of the enemy force in the same big bed?

Maybe it’s not a hospital bed. I don’t believe a hospital can be so luxurious—it looks even more luxurious than the bed I stayed in a hotel before.

I'm afraid it was brought here specially by the Hong Kong gangs?

Or maybe Chuuya brought it here by chance?

"Let's get started." Chuuya took off his hat and stood next to the farthest window.

Start?

Start what?

I looked confused.

"You really don't know, do I really have a son as silly as you?" Zaizi bent down, and although his face was full of smiles, this smile did not reach his eyes.

In the eyes of this guy, I am definitely still classified as someone of unknown identity.

The two leaders were not in good condition. Not to mention the sweat on their heads, they were not conscious enough.

"If you just rely on the disqualification of the human world, you can't eliminate the supernatural powers hidden deep in the body." Zai Zi explained to me, "But the two are different."

As Zaizi said this, he gave me a flash of electricity with his eyes.

It's a very narcissistic behavior, but I seem to understand something.

I touched my chin and recalled the feeling of direct skin contact with Zaizi that day. Including the time in the lower back, my reaction seemed to be a bit too big.

That slight touch of touch, and what Chuuya said, that he noticed as soon as he entered the door...

No way?

"Special points?" I asked with some doubt in my tone.

During this journey, all of Zaizi's touches on me were done through clothes or earphones, without direct contact with my skin.

Zai Zi finally nodded in satisfaction, "Not completely stupid."

I didn’t think about it that way last time, and I thought the hit on my chin was just static electricity.

But now that we know everything, let's get started.

I held out my hand to Zai.

"But the formal features require a little longer contact time. And there may be discomfort, so you'd better be mentally prepared."

I nodded.

Any discomfort or pain?

Sorry, I can't feel the pain!

Chuuya followed Zaizi's instruction, took out a handful of bullets from his pocket, and then used his special ability to control the path between us and him in a straight line, hanging low.

I understand. They want to use this method to measure the relationship between the specific contact time of a specific point and the diffusion range.

Zaizi and I held hands in front of Chuuya - how come this sentence sounds so ntr-like?

It's still the bloody visual effect of the stand-in plot.

Soon, the feeling of an electric current running through my body spread, followed by a strong feeling of emptiness.

It's hard for me to describe this feeling in words. It's a bit like the feeling when you want to sleep late at night but can't fall asleep no matter what.

But it is different from anxiety in that a large amount of information floods into the brain - or I can't help but start recalling all kinds of messy things.

Even the embarrassing incident of me farting during the last exam came to my mind.

I let my attention shift to the present, watching the low-hanging bullets fall to the ground one by one, symbolizing the expansion of the scope of human disqualification.

At the same time, I noticed that the intervals between the falling bullets were shrinking. It seemed that the expansion speed of the special points created by Zaizi and I was increasing with the passage of time.

This scope was soon extended to the two leaders. Disqualification from the human world was like a tool that could format supernatural powers with one click. When the special point came, it took effect very quickly.

Mr. Mori and Mr. Fukuzawa's pale faces improved visibly, and the things that looked like the mutual devouring magic circle on the wounds on their bodies were invaded by the white color of the special spots.

I must say that seeing this literary talent with my own eyes is completely different from the effect in the animation. The dense text is integrated into a beam of shining white light, just like a holographic movie of who knows how many 3Ds. If you look a little carefully, you can find that the beam of white light and the Tyndall effect coming through the window are entangled with Zaizi and me, and the final point of convergence is the skin that Zaizi and I are holding.

The special features are even more beautiful than I thought, and are completely different from the special effects seen on Tonosuke in the anime.

I love it.

The two leaders slowly woke up, opened their eyes, and stood up. The first person they saw was each other.

But it was clear that the problems they had previously worried about had been resolved.

And it was the first time that I stood in front of these two big guys.

I went over my silly script in my head and said, "Hello, Grandpa Mori, hello, Grandpa Fukuzawa."

You never think of it, right? A handsome young man in his middle age suddenly becomes a grandpa.

In that case, I should call her Alice or something.

Grandma Alice?

Grandma Loli, that's ridiculous, please don't call her that.

Apparently, Zaizi and Zhongye hadn't really introduced my identity to them yet, so when I called them "Grandpa", these two big guys were stunned for a moment.

They are just uncles, and probably have never been called like this before.

"Chuya-kun?" Mr. Mori held his forehead and found that Alice, whom he summoned subconsciously, did not appear, and the supernatural power did not give him any response.

It was just like when Zai Zi was still in Hong Kong and played pranks on Alice.

"Here, Chuuya—" Zaizi pushed me forward a few steps from behind me, and waved Chuuya over. The three of us stood together, and no one even needed to ask to know the relationship between the three of us.

President Fukuzawa coughed violently, and if he had been drinking tea, he would undoubtedly have spit it out.

"Chuya-kun, you and Dazai-kun are...?" Mr. Mori slowly asked a series of question marks.

"Boss, it's not what you think." Chuuya hurried to stop the damage before the other party's imagination spread, "He was indeed created by 'Nakahara Chuuya' and 'Dazai Osamu'... but not by me and Mackerel."

Phew, if it's just in the language environment, Mr. Mori and Mr. Fukuzawa can't see your single quotes.

Zai Zi quickly added, "So in principle, it has nothing to do with me. I don't want to have anything to do with slugs."

I don't know what I was thinking, so I blurted out, "Is it because of the reproductive isolation between slugs and mackerel?"

…

Chuuya and Zaizi simultaneously gave me death glares.

I quickly smiled along.

Sorry, I misspoke.

"So, he doesn't belong to the present world, or the present timeline?" Mr. Mori got out of bed a step later than Mr. Fukuzawa. It was really strange that the two of them had been lying in the same bed.

As the time between Zaizi's and my hands separated increased, the special points gradually disappeared, and Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Mori regained control of their supernatural powers.

Especially the arrogant Lolita girl who was suddenly created by purple words. She is really cute, but I can't think too much about it.

"You are Chuuya-kun's son." Alice circled around me a few times and suddenly reached out to touch me. As expected, I was devoured by the anti-supernatural power.

Mr. Fukuzawa didn't have the samurai sword on his waist, but he still rubbed it there out of habit. "I haven't asked for your name yet."

My name?

ah!

I've been here for so long, but no one has asked me my name. Don't Chuuya and Saeko care about their eldest son's name?

All previous communications were free of unnecessary titles.

So what name should I choose this time?

Still using Misaki?

This doesn't seem like a name that Chuuya would give. Come to think of it, what name did the poet Nakahara Chuuya give his son? I feel like I've seen it before, but why can't I remember it now?

"I can't say." Zaizi stood behind me and added, "There is a reason. The president and Mr. Mori just call him 'Dazai-kun's good son'."

Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that Zaizi is deliberately guiding Mr. Mori and Mr. Fukuzawa to kill me as "Zaizi's son"?

From the beginning, I emphasized to the little tiger and the good lop-eared rabbit that they were my good sons. Even if the son was a bitch, it wouldn't be necessary to publicize it everywhere. And I also said that he was a scumbag.

It's okay to be polite to Mr. Mori, but Mr. Fukuzawa is still very serious.

I gave Zaizi a puzzled look, but he just comforted me a little and continued, "Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa-kun have already started their actions. According to the time, they should be almost done."

"Do you really think those two can catch that guy?" I asked.

"Of course not." Zaizi replied decisively, "They were just feinting. Although it took Mr. Ranbu a little longer to find the real location of the Russian, he found it within a minute."

Isn't it using the "Eye of God"?

"Let Ango worry about the mastermind behind this. Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa-kun should be able to catch the person who directly uses the virus's special ability. What do you think, President and Mr. Mori, do you want to go there in person to see the person who played with your lives?"

The two leaders looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.

The two of them had really intended to solve the problem with a duel, and if either of them was killed by the other, the detective agency and the Hong Kong underworld would be dragged into the depths of the struggle, thus fundamentally threatening the safety of Yokohama.

而那個膽敢用異能力算計他們，并且直接威脅到了他們所愛城市安危的人，不親自揍一拳的話，難平雙首領的義憤。

The door opened, and the two leaders returned safely, allowing the people who were anxiously waiting outside to finally put their minds at ease.

There was nothing unexpected about what happened next. Things in the mines were the same as they always were. What was unexpected was Tuo Zong.

He was not caught.

I clearly remember that being caught was part of his plan, how could he have broken it on his own initiative? According to the report of the Special Powers Division, it was a man in white clothes who claimed to be a magician who rescued Tuo Zong in front of the Special Powers Division.

Huh…?

That's a vulture - oh, no. Is that Gogol?

The plot took a sudden turn for the worse and suddenly collapsed.

I don't really understand, and it seems to me that I haven't changed much. I feel like I am a non-existent person, outside the plot.

Weird.

Moreover, I have no idea why, and I don’t know what Zaizi said to Mr. Mori and Mr. Fukuzawa, but now I don’t even need to live in the safe house.

I used Chuuya's card to buy a KFC fast food while eating it, thinking about how bad the plot was now.

The chair opposite was suddenly pulled away.

Hey, don't you see anyone here? I can't just pick any empty seat...

Huh?

The clothes look warm, the deep purple eyes that I can’t see clearly but I can imagine, and the iconic fluffy hat!

Shit, I want to see you all?!