Chapter 116 If it suits my wishes, everything is fine



Chapter 116 If it suits my wishes, everything is fine

"It will be very difficult for you to get to this level, right?"

The two boys lay on the bed. Having heard about the world situation, Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes:

"But, the strongest one is too stupid. Okay, stop looking at me! He is just very stupid!"

"If fighting ability can solve all problems, it will become like this, right?"

"Hmm." Edogawa Ranpo kicked his legs and turned over with a 'hey' sound.

"If the world consciousness can walk in the world in some form, Ranpo-sama thinks that Tianyuan is the key to the problem."

"…She might stop me."

"It may be the final boss?" Ranpo blinked. "But you seem to have planned everything. Let me guess... your first method is... the Prison Gate?"

After opening the backpack, a distorted cube was placed in front of the two.

The Prison Gate itself does not have any obvious fluctuations in cursed energy, and it doesn't even look like a cursed tool. It is precisely because it looks too ordinary that the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru suffers this loss.

It is precisely because of its ordinariness that the Sengenmaku has been held for such a long time without being discovered. It is really great for a 15-year-old boy in a technical secondary school to have such a sense of distance.

However, since the prison gate can lock up a single spiritual individual, it must also be able to lock up a cursed power anchor point.

One of the methods: Lock the one with the peak cursed energy into the prison gate, such as Ryomen Sukuna, to temporarily maintain the balance of cursed energy.

"Come to think of it, if you take back Yumenjiang..."

"At this point, I think that the spiritual power part of the world consciousness is completely dead."

At the moment Gojo Satoru died, the spiritual power of the entire world was extinct according to the rules, and then the world consciousness refused to rescue and completely supported the attitude of darkness. It can be judged that the side of the world consciousness that supports spiritual power has been completely wiped out.

The world takes precedence over retrospection, and retrospection takes precedence over individuals throughout the world. We can trace back to every individual in the world, but we cannot trace back to consciousness itself.

Even if everything started over again and the world had not yet darkened, the world consciousness of the entire world would be against Gojo Satoru until he died.

"That world will do everything it can to kill Gojo Satoru, regardless of any means or cost." Chijianmu analyzed, "Gojo Satoru is now against the whole world. Even if the world doesn't darken, the probability of him being killed is higher. I took away the Prison Gate, so the reason for the next world to darken must be Gojo Satoru's death."

"Are you ready?" The green eyes looked at him dimly: "When you go back, you may witness the death of Gojo Satoru. And the one who can kill the strongest is the new strongest. How can you save your life in front of the individual who killed Gojo Satoru?"

"It will be a little hard... but you won't die."

"Idiot!" Edogawa Ranpo puffed up his cheeks and buried half of his face in his arms: "I know you won't die! Won't it hurt? You will get hurt."

“…”

"Have you really decided? I don't think this is a good decision." Ranpo said, "It's okay to just leave it alone, right? They are just 'passers-by' to you. In terms of gains and losses, no matter what you are prepared to pay, the loss and return are not proportional."

Edogawa Ranpo's absolutely rational mind could clearly tell that Chigenmaku's trip would definitely not be worth the cost. This is not cold-bloodedness, but calm judgment.

However, Qian Jianmu had already thought about this matter:

"only……"

"… Although I think so." Ranpo interrupted him and laughed, his hair messy against his ears: "But if you want to save him, it's okay regardless of the cost."

“Eh…?”

"If it suits my taste, everything is fine. This is my life motto." The black-haired, green-eyed boy reached out his hand, pressed Qian Jianmu's white head into the pillow, and rubbed his messy hair hard: "Very good! You are getting better and better!"

“…Why do you say that?”

"Is that what I said? That's really hard for me~" the boy said, "But, do you realize that you trust people like 'Edogawa Ranpo'? In your eyes before, no matter where Edogawa Ranpo was, no matter when Edogawa Ranpo was, you took it for granted that you trusted and expected him. The day you texted me, I was thinking, you are really arrogant."

"arrogant?"

"Yes, it's arrogance." Ranpo nodded slightly: "In your eyes, Edogawa Ranpo is a label, not an individual. Everyone in the world is a label to you. You will treat people with the same label in the same way. You are sure that I will help you. If this is not arrogance, what is it?"

"Could it be like this?" Qian Jianmu opened his eyes wide.

"Idiot, even if we are the same body, even if I am now and I am in the past, we are different. That Edogawa Ranpo will protect you, but I am probably doing bad things to you secretly. Are you angry?"

His green eyes narrowed as he continued:

"You have the same attitude towards the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru and the 15-year-old Gojo Satoru. I think if you use the experience gained from being teased by the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru to face the 15-year-old Gojo Satoru, he might be very depressed. And the Dazai Osamu you know, you treat all Dazai Osamu in the same way. They know but don't care, but you can't help feeling it. This is wrong! It is extremely arrogant and disrespectful!"

“…Is that so?” Qian Jianmu blinked blankly, as if he had heard of such a thing for the first time.

"I really don't know whether it's better to let you be more willful or to let you see more clearly. You can say it's arrogant, but in fact it's like you're too nostalgic and conservative. You are indeed a nostalgic person."

The boy looked like he had a headache, but soon, the trouble disappeared:

"But now, Ranpo-sama thinks that you can start learning this lesson. You have made your own willful decision and have more distinct emotions. So next - you must treat each individual as a brand new person. Humans are not static. If you wait until the person you trust hurts you before you differentiate him, you will get hurt!"

“…”

"Are you going to say something like 'You won't die anyway'? I don't like it." The boy showed a very gentle expression on his face, but he patted Qian Jianmu's head with his hand as if he was patting a watermelon: "You will get hurt, it will hurt a lot, you have to regain your fear of pain! I rarely give people such detailed advice, so listen to me!"

"It hurts! I heard the sound of my head being hit!"

"If you know it hurts, don't do it! Someone will feel bad for you, just bear with it for a while!"

Ranpo chuckled and turned over, and Chijianmu followed suit. The two of them turned their heads to look at the night sky outside the small window. Chijianmu couldn't see Ranpo's expression, but heard him smile and say softly:

"I'm telling the truth."

"You are doing something bad?" asked Qian Jianmu.

"Uh-huh, are you going to be angry?"

"Ranpo won't hurt me, so it's okay."

'state! ''ah! '

Edogawa Ranpo turned around and threw a punch, causing Chimamaku to shrink back with a whine.

"Failed! Why didn't you listen carefully? You got the first question wrong. You're mad at me! Ask me what I did to you. Ask me now!"

"Why! You are not such a violent person. Did the world of magic inspire you?" Qian Jianmu covered his head. Although he was very powerful, his head did not hurt. It was as if he was slapped by a cat. He complained softly:

"But you are Ranpo?"

"Is 'Edogawa Ranpo' enough?"

"It doesn't matter if it's 'Edogawa Ranpo'." Chimamaku whispered, "We have been in contact for a long time. The you I know will not do anything bad to me. So, it doesn't matter what Ranpo does."

"Sweet-talking guy!"

Edogawa Ranpo snorted twice, then burst out laughing:

"But it's me after all! I'm Edogawa Ranpo! You should do this, yes yes!"

"It's not 'Edogawa Ranpo', it's because you are you." Chimamaku retorted.

The black-haired boy paused, his smile faded, but it was particularly real.

“Although I got almost no process points, I passed the final exam.”

The boy came closer, his golden eyes staring into the green eyes:

"Be clear, be careful, and..."

"When you leave, you have to say goodbye properly, and say goodbye to everyone."

“No matter the time, no matter the past, say goodbye to the past, say goodbye to the future. Don’t be arrogant, at least say ‘goodbye’ seriously, right?”

**

It was the 23rd day since Sachiko Edogawa moved into Ranpo Edogawa's apartment.

The black-haired, green-eyed boy stood in front of the girl. Sachiko raised her head with empty eyes and expression, waiting for the black-haired boy's new orders.

But the boy didn't smile, he just looked at her firmly:

"You are conscious, right?"

“…”

"The emergence of consciousness is carried by memory. You just don't have memory, not consciousness. You can't speak because your body is controlled, but you can see and hear, right?"

“…”

"Can't you tell? There's really nothing I can do."

The young detective approached, his bright emerald eyes sunk in the shadows. He put his hand on the girl's shoulder, bent down slightly, and had a calm expression:

"Don't do bad things, otherwise..."

"Even if we are separated by the distance of the world, even if we are separated by the length of time, 'Edogawa Ranpo' will always try to catch you, no matter when, no matter where."

"..." Sachiko's eyes flickered, revealing a few complex emotions.

The black-haired boy stood up, walked back into the sunlight, and smiled childishly:

"But if it's a good thing, Ranpo-sama can help you, right?"

"The greatest detective in the world is right here. Do you need any help, Yukiya?"

**

After completing the commission from the Special Powers Division, Senmaku sent Edogawa Ranpo back to the Armed Detective Agency.

The great detective Ranpo seemed to have done something, and clearly told him that he had done it, but in the end he was not told the whole story.

This is Edogawa Ranpo. He is not the kind of person who can explain the decryption steps in detail.

What little patience he had was spent on the conversation that night.

After saying goodbye to Ranpo, Sengenmaku contacted several familiar intelligence dealers in the main world and traveled to several places before returning to Honmaru early the next morning.

Kitsunesuke was still sitting on the table, looking coldly at the swordmen outside the window. No expression could be seen on the fox's face, he just watched quietly and silently.

The sunlight shone on him, but it could not dispel the layer of deathly silence and coldness, as if he were some unconscious man-made creation.

Hearing him push the door open, the fox turned around and glanced at him.

"Is the matter settled?"

"Of course." Qian Jianmu smiled, took out a relatively large backpack from the bedroom, and began to stuff clothes into it.

"Are you going out again?"

"No, it's not me."

After stuffing his clothes and toiletries into his backpack, Chigenmaku walked up to Kitsunesuke and picked up the fox.

"...Huh?" The fox panicked for a moment, which was rare.

"How about a fresh hot spring training?" Sengenmaku carried Kitsunosuke downstairs. When he came back, he had asked the sword men to gather everyone, and waves of swords were coming towards them.

"Hot springs? Us?"

"We have to say goodbye properly, right?" Senjianmu lowered his head and touched its head. This was the first time he hugged Kitsunesuke, and he was surprised to find that although it was a mechanical fox, its body was really as soft and warm as a fox. He lowered his eyes and said softly:

"After giving up the time authority, the contract between the sword men and the Time Government will no longer exist, and all the blades will regress to the time before they applied, right?"

Abandoning time is equivalent to abandoning everything that will happen after 2200 years. In order to merge with the world of magic, the sword from 2000 years will truly live in the mixed world after time comes into contact. And because there is no time authority, in the future of the mixed world, there will be no sword men and time government.

The history of Honmaru will be wiped out in one go.

The wars in history will also turn into wars with cursed spirits or with each other.

In 2000, they should have lived in museums or government agencies. They were pure tsukumogami, or they were monsters that did not exist in history but were born from spiritual power.

In any case, by that time, they will be clean and blank tsukumogami who have survived for a thousand years.

All memories and ties will no longer exist.

"But...it's just time going back, they are still them..."

"No, say goodbye properly. You have to come too."

Sengenmaku held Kitsunesuke in his arms and looked at the lively Honmaru swordsmen after being notified:

“The past and the future cannot be considered the same. You must also say goodbye to the future and start again from the past.”

"What have you learned outside these two days?" The fox did not resist anymore and made a puzzled sound. It raised its head with an effort and saw the white-haired boy smiling in a good mood.

The boy looked down at him, his eyes pure and gentle:

"It's a private lesson from the world's number one detective."

He raised a finger and placed it on his lips, his beautiful golden eyes slightly curved:

"So, I can't tell you."

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