Chapter 107 Inference and Agreement
In fact, Pei Zhen noticed this faster than Elliot thought. Since the detective agency had gained a little fame, it began to receive commissions. He would pick out some simple ones that did not require long-term observation to solve quickly, and spend the rest of the time mixing and matching them at will.
You have a goal, but outside of the goal, your life is still your own. Pei Zhen had a good idea.
Edogawa Ranpo's words made him fall into deep thought. He called himself "Shadow" probably because he had always refused to show up; the new generation who drove out the cruel king... As far as he knew, the only colorless king who had appeared in the plot as a villain was the soul that could take over people's bodies, and his own king's ability was the same as his. This verified his previous guess that a large part of K's plot would not happen again, because when he first came to this world, the villain of this script was usurped by him - the old king was gone, and it was the new king.
Knowing all this clearly, it is estimated that the former king has fallen into the hands of "Gold".
This time, Edogawa Ranpo wanted to test him, and the old man in the Yuzhu Tower might have had some intentions behind this. Since we can’t find the person, let’s start with the things he has done. That's probably how he decided.
As for the last sentence, limiting one's own royal power and testing the stone slab? This is purely the conjecture of that group of people, because when they saw the chains, they thought of bondage, and they speculated the truth of a matter based on what they saw with their own eyes. Many things were misunderstood in this way.
Pei Zhen would not laugh at them because this was purely due to lack of intelligence. Hiding himself, isn't that what he wanted in the first place?
He turned his gaze to Edogawa Ranpo in the different dimension.
Elliot also looked at him.
"Compared to the 'book' that has no trace until now, isn't it easier to find the Colorless King who already has a page of the 'book'?" Edogawa Ranpo said calmly: "At least he is real, has his own friends (Isabelle), and a group of subordinates who were not accepted (Nishio Sou and others). It is said that the Red King is not in a good mental state. His followers are very worried about him. For this reason, they even moved their own bar to Yokohama. Tell me, if there is really no hope, how crazy will they go?"
Elliot shook his head: "You'd better not say this in front of the Colorless King."
Edogawa Ranpo smiled and said, "I believe that the person who can make that woman admit that he is a friend will not fail to see this and vent his emotions on others."
Elliot smiled and asked again: "Maybe what you said makes sense, but what does this have to do with me?"
"I hope to get some clues about the Colorless King, and it would be best if I could get a chance to meet him." Edogawa Ranpo bent down, and his detective suit moved slightly. He placed his right hand on his chest, which was a very sincere request.
Elliot actually laughed out loud, his voice still gentle: "I really want to help you, because I promised to fulfill one of your requests. But now that no one else has any clues, how do you think I, who have never seen him, will have any news about him?"
"I'm not sure," Edogawa Ranpo stood up and looked forward, "but since I can't persuade you to intervene, I can only think of another way. The reason why I tried to make such a plea to you is because," he paused, "the way that gentleman left."
"'When we rushed over, we only saw a blurry figure. We were not sure if it was our illusion, because he disappeared almost the next moment. We sent people to search the sea, even under the edge of the sea, but we could not find any trace. It was as if he had disappeared out of thin air!' These are what the military and government officials said," Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes and spoke carefully. "The part about 'disappearing out of thin air' caught my attention. I did not understand it before, but I had some guesses in my mind, but something was still missing."
"You suspect me?" Elliot was a little surprised.
"Another dimension," Edogawa Ranpo said decisively, "It is almost impossible to trap someone with this ability. This is also the best way to escape."
Elliot had mixed feelings, as he had not yet been born when the original body did that. But the key point is that when Pei Zhen left the encirclement of Yokohama City, he really used that [Alternative Space] card.
He sighed and said, "Your ideas are really wild. Do you have any evidence to prove what you said?"
"That's what detectives need to solve a case. Sometimes, when there's a lack of information in the chain of evidence, conjecture is also a very important step in advancing the case." Edogawa Ranpo said, "When Dazai brought back news about you, my heart told me, yes, the missing part has been filled in, and it makes sense now!"
Elliot laughed. He was still sitting in his little house. Perhaps even if thousands or tens of thousands of years passed, his figure would not change. He did not completely deny it because that might reveal more things. If it wasn't him, could it be the Colorless King himself? This point must never be exposed.
"Aren't you afraid that you might have made a mistake?" He drank a cup of hot tea, which contained red fruits that had just been picked this morning. His emerald eyes were reflected in the water, calm yet profound. The starling on the side was singing softly, imitating the oriole.
"You are not completely ignorant of the outside world," Edogawa Ranpo was still very respectful, neither humble nor arrogant: "If it is not you, but since you lost your trace in Yokohama City, Gogol also sensed the space in this city. This city may also be unique to you?" Edogawa Ranpo pondered his own words. Unfortunately, this transcendent did not show up in front of him. He could not determine whether his words were right or wrong by the other's expression and actions. "Perhaps you will see something in the city that we have not seen?"
"Of course, if my idea is wrong, I will naturally have to bear the consequences of my mistake," Edogawa Ranpo said with his eyes downcast, "I have troubled you with an unrelated matter, and this request has been fulfilled. Dazai will not have any objection to this."
Elliot blew a breath of hot air. He was very calm from beginning to end. Even Edogawa Ranpo, who could always easily see everything about people, could not get any more information from him. "Is this the transcendent being who can be called a 'saint'?" Edogawa Ranpo's thoughts flashed through his mind: "Even if he discards that terrifying and powerful supernatural power, he is still an extremely difficult person to deal with."
After a while, he heard the transcendent say: "I heard that there is a person with special abilities named 'Edgar Allan Poe' in Yokohama?"
Edogawa Ranpo was stunned.
"I'm very interested in his special abilities," Elliot said calmly, "Bring him here. Bring a book with you as well."
It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Edogawa Ranpo's mind, his scalp went numb, and he understood almost instantly that a certain contract had been reached here! There is some kind of relationship revealed here! What he thinks is not without reason! His request was granted! The corners of his mouth curled up, and he spoke with an excited tone: "Is it the group's 'Po'? His ability is indeed to construct a space for a story..."
"I won't do anything bad to him." Elliot interrupted his probing, his voice calm: And you too, but some things still require another person's consent..."
This conversation seemed to last for a long time. After Edogawa Ranpo came out of that strange space, he was gasping for breath, half-kneeling on the ground with one hand on his chest for a while before he calmed down. He looked at the clock and saw that only two hours had passed. No one noticed anything unusual here. The deep red color faded away. The white moonlight from the window shone in, casting a layer of mercury-like color on the ground. He stood there for a long time and found that the invitation was lying next to him.
He began to recall his performance, review his words one by one, and think about where he made mistakes. From the incident with that woman, he understood that his wisdom was not omnipotent. He would make mistakes, fail to catch up, and lose his rhythm from the beginning.
He just sat by the bed and didn't sleep all night.
On the second day, at the invitation of Edogawa Ranpo, Edgar Allan Poe came to the Armed Detective Agency. He had a surprised smile on his face and was wearing a black windbreaker. His slightly curly black hair covered most of his face, with only one eye shining brightly. A mini raccoon stood on his shoulder, holding a large-cover book in his hands. He didn't seem like a dangerous person with special abilities, but rather like a mysterious and melancholy young aristocrat. As soon as he spoke, his socially anxious nature was exposed.
He hunched his back slightly, and when he saw Edogawa Ranpo, he rushed over and shouted, "So many people, Ranpo-kun! There are so many people along the way. What day is it today?"
It’s actually just an ordinary weekend.
It took him a long time to get used to this place. He trembled with fear and deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Is it really that the Transcendent One who wants to see me? Is he also interested in my story and wants to take a look at my story space?"
He spoke in a low voice and looked around, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
Edogawa Ranpo didn't even use any tricks. He just told part of what happened last night, and that caused Poe to run away from the group on his own initiative. Of course, he didn't say a word about the Colorless King. He whispered, "This transcendent is very interested in space. He may want to borrow your power to create a similar space for himself. By the way, he asked you to bring a book. Did you bring it?"
"Of course I did!" Poe was very excited. He was so excited. He has always liked to share his stories with others, inviting them to the space of the stories and to experience the plots that he has racked his brains to write for them. And now, he is the first person who wants to create the same space as him. He did not feel offended at all, only happy to have found someone of the same mind.
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