Chapter 125 The Final Battle
The group returned to the ruins of the villa. This island is not very big, with a very small pier. It takes about ten minutes to drive from the pier to the villa, and now, where they are is the farthest direction from the pier.
They dared not look out to sea. Because the sea is on the verge of destruction. The occasional scarlet light that shines through the darkness can drive people crazy at a glance, as if it has turned into a huge awakening monster. The sky is cracked, and some kind of substance is flowing inside, making a rustling friction sound that is terrifying to hear.
They didn't dare to stay here any longer.
Everyone was in a heavy mood. The most abnormal one among them was Morishima Ai. She stared at the ground in a daze for a long time. Shinichi wanted to comfort her, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say.
"Is this the end of the world that you talked about?" Komachi Koyuki looked dazed and about to cry. She was the person who was most affected by what she had just seen. After just one glance, she could not take her eyes away from it. Although this scene was very oppressive, it also had a strange and tragic beauty. There were endless dark secrets hidden in it that made people instinctively unwilling to leave.
But the sense of horror that impending disaster is real.
Morishima Ai sighed, she reached out her hand, covered Komachi Koyuki's eyes, and said in an incredibly gentle tone: "It's okay, everyone is here, right?"
Komachi Koyuki's extreme fear miraculously subsided. "Yes," she murmured, "If the world is destroyed, no one can escape, no one will be lucky..."
Edogawa Ranpo and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other and said nothing. It would be better for these two people who came from outside not to make their presence felt at this time.
They walked for more than half an hour before they could barely see the remains of the villa. Only a corner of the collapsed side could be seen, but the side closer to them still had quite a few intact parts. "If this doesn't solve the problem..." Shinichi couldn't help but say.
Edogawa Ranpo sneered: "We were not afraid before, and now that something like this has happened, can his condition be better than before?" What he said was a very simple truth, which quickly brought the shocked people back to their senses.
"Yeah," Shinichi also laughed. He said carelessly, "You didn't intend to back down, did you? That doesn't conform to the aesthetics of my detective!" He blinked and made Komachi Koyuki laugh.
They moved forward cautiously.
"Did you invite us here just to see these?" In an unknown space, the decoration was simple yet elegant. On the luxurious long sofa, two people were lying on their backs or sitting upright. They were in a relaxed and casual posture, and did not seem to be panicked by coming to a strange place.
One of them straightened his back, picked up a cup of tea from the coffee table in front of him, and took a sip nonchalantly: "It is indeed interesting to turn the contents of the book into reality, but it is not in line with the purpose of our invitation, right?"
The other person didn't speak, seeming to be extremely tired.
Elliot had already left the Red Moon space. This time the test was coming to an end. He was in a good mood because of the fruitful harvest. He smiled and said, "It's okay. He will come and talk to you in person later."
"It's a pity," he said lightly, "you didn't intend to go in and play two roles. Otherwise, the development of the story would definitely be more novel and interesting, right?"
The person who spoke earlier paused, and soon, he sneered: "The identities of these two murderers are quite interesting, but don't you think it's a bit difficult for a weak person like me to play the role of a person who has to fight all the time? What's more," his eyes on the teacup were slightly cold: "I don't think I am a member of the villain."
Elliot smiled back, "There are no restrictions on the roles you can play. You can do whatever you want. If you want, it's okay to be two ordinary guests on a rainy night. What's more, you have read the two books, Blood of Dusk and The Villa Where Roses Fall. Don't you think it would be very interesting to go in and change the original plot line, alter their fate, make friends with people you admire, prevent tragedy, and create an ending that you are satisfied with?"
"I don't think so." The man said coldly, "I haven't even finished dealing with my own affairs. I can't even change my own fate, so how can I save others? If you have such thoughts, either you have too much free time in life and project too much bubble-like love onto imaginary characters, or you lack these things in reality and have to ask for them from non-existent people."
"People who try to change their fate are arrogant. In fact, most people don't have the mindset of a saint. They think so because they are just standing at too high a perspective. They have the ability to save one more person in reality, but I think such people can't do it, because they are cowards who are afraid of being hurt and afraid of real evil. After entering, they want to save everyone, but they are just inflated. They can't position themselves correctly, and the ending can only be tragic."
"Oh," Elliot opened his eyes a little. He didn't comment on these words, although these words might have hit many people. He turned to another person and said, "Do you think so too?"
The weary man raised his head, looked at the person who had spoken before, and shook his head slightly: "You are too mean to people who are kind."
Seeing that Elliot was still looking at him, he had to cheer up and added a few words: "It's normal to be afraid of being hurt. People have to protect themselves. This is natural. Those who take the first step are brave, and those who retreat are not guilty. Wanting to save others is a dream that everyone has when they were young. What's the point of dreams? It is also instilled in us by adults. If you can't do it, just keep growing. It's okay when you grow up enough to be able to realize it. There's no need to rush. No one stipulates how you must do it."
He sat up, hunched forward, and looked extremely depressed. "There's nothing wrong with being naive. It's better to say that they are much better than those criminals who wantonly hurt others. As long as their methods are not bad, such people are actually just children who haven't walked out of their childhood."
After saying that, he lay back on his back again, staring blankly at the surface, as if in a daze.
The two people stopped talking, as if they had no intention of accepting each other's opinions. Elliot had no intention of persuading her. He also picked up a cup of tea and drank it with a smile. In front of them, the scenes that took place in the villa were presented. On both sides of the coffee table, there were several books with the same cover. Some of them were open, but no one present had the intention of looking at them. Because they have already memorized the contents here.
The murderer was not seen in the ruins of the villa. Instead, the "housekeeper" was standing there quietly. His clothes were covered with dust and he looked a little disheveled, but he didn't seem to be injured at all.
Kudo Shinichi asked the other person to stay here and walked forward cautiously. Hearing the voice, the "butler" glanced over here with a smile.
"'Puppet Master', you are the intelligence dealer called 'Puppet Master', right?" Shinichi asked vigilantly.
The Butler sighed and said, "It seems that this strange nickname will follow me for the rest of my life. I really wish there was something that could instantly change everyone's perception of me. In this way, no matter how ugly the nickname they gave me is, I could change it."
I hope the main body can draw such a magic weapon in the golden finger.
Kudo Shinichi broke out in a cold sweat. "Giving you something like this would be a disaster for all of humanity, wouldn't it? You'll probably immediately plunge people into fighting and chaos, right?"
"Forget it," he said after a moment of hesitation, "I still won't call you 'Puppet Master'. Then, intelligence dealer, tell me, was it you who caused the explosion just now?"
The housekeeper said, "Who else could it be if not me?"
Shinichi said: "Did you kill him?" Now he could ask this question calmly.
"Butler," Wang Chuanshe said, looking at the ruins, "probably not."
"Then where is he now?" Shinichi became alert instantly, paying attention to the situation around him while asking.
"I don't know either," Wang Chuanshe said, "Maybe it's down there."
Shinichi was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you look for it?"
Wang Chuanshe laughed, with an undisguised malice in his smile. He said softly, "Of course I won't go. If I go, I will have to face that guy alone. I am waiting for you. Aren't common enemies something we should face together? Without you, this drama will be missing a very important part. This is the final climax!"
Shinichi felt veins popping out on his forehead. He was afraid that he would say something bad, so he could only force a smile and say, "Yes, we came back on our own... This is the final scene, we need everyone to work together... You won't do anything to hinder us again, will you?" he said doubtfully.
Wang Chuanshe raised his hand and said loudly: "How could that be? I'm not the kind of person who would hold you back!"
Shinichi had no choice but to go back and discuss it with Ranpo. "You said he was an intelligence dealer who planned other people's revenge?" Ranpo asked.
"Yes, no one knows his specific name, and his whereabouts are often unknown," Shinichi told all his research on this person. "He is very rich, but I don't know where the money comes from. It may be that he received consulting fees from clients. He has many contacts, both in the black and white worlds. He likes chaos and has a keen sense of smell for people's hearts like a sharp knife. He is a mysterious person to the extreme."
Another guy like this? Ranpo thought to himself, are these people really going to do something when they get together? But then he stopped thinking about it because he heard a rumbling sound below.
The monster is not dead. Ranpo breathed a sigh of relief. When he got out, he would definitely give warm greetings to the person who wrote the second book and ask him how he came up with such a character. But now, they have to continue fighting.
Looking at where they were now, he turned his eyes slightly and thought of a way that would definitely kill him. Thinking of what "Long Yi" had just told him about the intelligence dealer, he walked forward.
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