Chapter 139——Next, I will trouble Mr. Ranpo.
"……I?"
Feeling inexplicably targeted, Xia Youjie pointed at himself and looked around in disbelief:
"I didn't, I didn't, I...what does it have to do with me!"
The one who asked the question was Kyujuyuki, the one who answered the question was Chiken, the one who discussed the question in depth was Gojo Satoru, and he, Geto Suguru, just sat there!
He didn't even go to the bathroom!
"I didn't. Although it's good that the curse disappeared... I was thinking about other things..."
Xia Yujie looked hesitant:
"Just eliminating the cursed spirits seems to be too ambitious. Isn't the reason why cursed spirits appear in human beings because people are unhappy? If people can live a good life, who would be willing to do bad things?"
"snort?"
"After all, this has nothing to do with ordinary people, right? This is the same as the environment in the world of magic. It is the corruption of the upper class that leads to the chaos of the lower class. It is the root problem of the government structure. Instead of reforming all mankind, it is better to provide an environment that is not so painful... They don't want to do bad things, right?"
Gojo Satoru continued to ask:
"Then what were you thinking about just now? When Xiao Qianjian said that, your heart was moved. My six eyes will never be wrong! You were moved!"
Xia Youjie's eyes wandered, he scratched his head, a little embarrassed:
"The results were quite good after the massacre of the Directorate General... I was thinking... instead of exterminating all of humanity, it would be better to kill all those councillors who didn't do their job properly..."
Jiujiu Yuki slowly opened his mouth and saw that the other two people also had blank expressions.
After not getting a response, Xia Yujie became more excited and explained his thoughts:
"Survival of the fittest is too slow. Human nature changes much faster than genes. Anyone who doesn't work will be killed, and those who provide a happy life for ordinary people will be left. How can this not be considered a structural survival of the fittest? Moreover, there are so many people in the government, and many of them have killed people. They must be more resistant to killing than the General Directorate... right?"
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You're even worse! He has completely transformed into a terrorist, Geto Suguru—
Looking at the stunned expressions of the others, Geto Xiayou scratched his head in a creepy and shy manner: "But I just thought about it, maybe we need to consider international relations or something. The method can be retained, but it should be replaced with a gentle one... This is much more reliable than asking the sorcerer to give birth to hundreds of people, or changing the physique of all mankind, right? Right? Right!"
It is true that they did not kill all ordinary people, but they ran in a strange direction. Oh, yes, Izumo has always been unhappy with the emperor, but he just didn't take action... You two are really...
Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, and finally gave Geto Suguru a thumbs up to show his approval.
"I didn't expect you to be so smart, Jie! When are you going to do it? I can't wait!"
“……?” Eh? How did he turn into Gojo Satoru from his high school days in an instant?
A question mark appeared above Chigenmaku's head, and he stared closely at Gojo who gave him a mysterious smile from time to time.
The scene was extremely chaotic for a moment. Representatives of the human extinction movement, representatives of the human extinction government, and representatives of the human breeding movement began a friendly conversation. The only woman looked at the scene in silence, falling into deep confusion.
"What's going on with you students?"
Jiujiu Yuki held his forehead with his hand, showing a somewhat frightened expression:
"It's too handcuffed. I want to help the Directorate... No, the Japanese police will put you in jail."
"Ahahahahaha!" Gojo Satoru suddenly burst into laughter.
Everyone looked at him in confusion. Gojo realized something was wrong and asked in confusion:
"Eh? Aren't you telling a joke?"
"What's the joke?"
So what's so funny! ?
"Isn't it funny? They actually sent us to the Japanese police!" Gojo Satoru slapped his thigh and laughed wildly: "Japan actually has police hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
“…”
“…”
It's too true, shut up Gojo.
Geto Suguru is ready to hunt down senior police officers, stop him!
***
Unable to bear the abstraction played by the male high school students, Jiujuyuki left the technical high school with an expression of "Is this the special class of the future?"
She is quite familiar with Tokyo and wants to go around.
The remaining three tenors looked at each other and all felt that it was not their problem.
Gojo Satoru was called over by Principal Yaga to talk about the Gojo family. The white-haired boy waved his hand and turned to leave. Sengenmaku wanted to ask something, but didn't have the chance.
In the blink of an eye, it was rare for him and Xia Youjie to be alone together, so Qianjianmu handed the book that Tianyuan asked him to Xia Youjie.
Although it has the appearance of a book, in order to read the information inside it, it must be activated by spiritual power and filtered through the barrier several times. In the hands of someone who has no spiritual power or does not deliberately use spiritual power, it is just a wordless book.
"Thank you, Lord Tianyuan, for your great help. If we can obtain the knowledge of Onmyoji from thousands of years ago, the revival of Onmyoji may be smoother." Xia Yujie breathed a sigh of relief.
Geto Suguru's spiritual power is slowly growing, and he can no longer be considered a pure sorcerer.
Although this had no effect on his strength, the spiritual power in his body made it more difficult for him to subdue the cursed spirit, because the rejection reaction after swallowing it was doubled and even more painful.
Spiritual power has just revived, and people with spiritual physique have not yet discovered their talents. Although some unidentified mysterious people have appeared all over Japan, their shells are indistinguishable from those of humans, making it difficult for people to distinguish the difference between a sangami and a human.
"I plan to stay at the technical high school for many years to come." Xia Youjie said, "The technical high school will definitely go through a period of reform. I want to integrate the magic power and spiritual power and conduct two-way teaching... However, it's a bit early to say it now."
You have to gain a certain amount of power first.
There is still a lot of work to be done.
As he dealt with the tasks of the General Manager's Office over the past few days, Geto Suguru truly realized how easy it was for a sorcerer to die. It is true that the curse spirits exploded, but as the curse spirits became stronger, the spellcasters also became stronger, and there was even an appearance of top-grade spellcasters that had not been seen in a hundred years.
Although a few top-grade sorcerers were unable to kill cursed spirits from all over the world, from the perspective of the balance of power between the two sides, it was not necessary for the sorcerers to die one by one, and the deaths of many people were meaningless.
The reason why the world of sorcery is still in such a tight spot is simply because the managers are too focused on profit division and are short-sighted.
In the early days, he did not have such a strong murderous intention towards the Directorate, but now it is not necessarily the case. Over the past few months, looking at the sinful record, he no longer even has pity for those who died. He was really worried about the catastrophe of the Directorate at the beginning.
If you want to protect something, you must give it up. The justice he wants to protect does not include those in power who prey on ordinary people.
He had indeed doubted ordinary people before, but the feedback of spiritual power made him realize that ordinary people were not completely useless. If we delve deeper into why ordinary people become depraved, it is nothing more than the difference in environment.
He even bought civil servant information. Now it is a bit too slow to be a government employee, so he is considering running for a seat in parliament. Serving the people is one thing. He has to sort out the hunting list (...). He has also met the councillors who are in contact with the Directorate General. Some of them are so sinful that they deserve to die ten times.
You don't have to die, but at least you have to atone for your sins.
"But... just now Gojo did remind me."
Xia Youjie showed a thoughtful expression:
"Or should I go to a police academy first?"
Japan at that time was a mess, just like the Panseiki. When the cursed spirits attacked, some fanatics of the Panseiki attacked him and Gojo Satoru crazily with a fanaticism that made their scalps numb. For this purpose, he went to Japan to learn more about cults. Cults are prevalent in Japan. In 1995, there was even a poisoning incident in the Shin* cult. Although cults have split in the past two thousand years, those small religions are still doing evil in Japan.
If cults and the mafia are both permitted businesses in Japan (religious activities are tax-exempt and organized crime is legal), then why are the murders, dismemberment, abuse, school bullying, drug trafficking, etc., all over the streets accumulated to the point where cursed spirits are created?
There are very few police officers in the world of sorcerers. The police who cooperate with sorcerers are specially assigned to serve as auxiliary supervisors. Most of them sorcerers just show up, remove the curse, and leave. But if you look through the archives of cursed spirits, you will find that many cursed spirits are not created randomly. In Japan, fantasy cursed spirits and real painful cursed spirits even occupy a one-to-one ratio.
He wanted to go deep into the grassroots to see what was happening to ordinary people in this world. Community workers dealt with too trivial matters, and wandering around on foot was too much of a luck-dependence. The easiest way was to be a policeman for a few years, which was the easiest way to directly come into contact with human evil.
"…You are only 16 years old?"
"There are too few people available in the world of spellcasting. The General Administration has decided to shorten the five-year school system to four years. In two years, I will be 18 years old, which is old enough. With a technical college degree, I can apply to the police academy after passing the civil service exam."
The young man spoke softly, with a gleam in his eyes, but he seemed to think he was going a little too far, so he smiled.
"There are not many curse spirits recently. If there is an outbreak of curse spirits in a few years, we may not have time..."
Two years...
Qian Jianmu bit his lower lip, frowned slightly, and said slowly:
"I think that in two years, you may be far away from the battlefield of removing cursed spirits."
"..." Xia Yujie opened his eyes slightly.
"Tengen can't last more than two years. Learning barrier techniques is difficult. Currently, you are the only one who can use this book. In two years, you will probably take over Tengen's role in supporting Japan's barrier. If you lose consciousness and fall into a coma, Japan's barrier will stop functioning, and the sorcerer will not be able to use the account."
Chigenmaku frowned, recalling the knowledge of Yin-Yang magic he had learned from the corridor:
"Learning barrier techniques is not easy. After you learn barrier techniques, you must also join the most basic isolation barrier into the high school curriculum as soon as possible. But even so, it will take at least two to three years to accurately release a tent... During this period, try not to expose your relationship with the Japanese barrier. I think it's best for you to stay away from the world of magic for a while... Or, being a policeman is not bad?"
Tianyuan still has two years to live.
Upon hearing the news, Xia Youjie didn't even have time to think about his future direction, but said:
"If it fails to assimilate, will it really affect Master Tianyuan? Won't he become a cursed spirit?"
"No, she chose to die on her own initiative." Qian Jianmu sighed.
"... like this..." Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes, his expression looked a little heavy: "It must be very lonely, right?"
Tengen has been supporting the world of sorcery for countless years. Although he knew rationally that Tianyuan was a very old man, when he thought of the cold but inexplicably nervous voice of the girl on the phone, Xia Yujie inexplicably felt that Tianyuan was actually a very lonely person.
“What a pity…”
He just felt a little regretful, as if he had witnessed the fall of an old tree. Even though he was manipulated into attacking them some time ago, Tengen had protected the world of sorcery for so long and even gave him teaching materials on barrier techniques before his death. His debt to the entire world was too great.
Looking at Xia Youjie's somewhat melancholy expression, Qianjianmu inexplicably thought of Tianyuan's expression at that time. Tianyuan was not afraid of death, but Tianyuan had never experienced the normal birth, aging, sickness and death. Her life was frozen in her adolescence, and then continued in a long ordeal to this day.
If only I could go back to my youth and live my life over again.
Feeling a little depressed, Chijianmu turned around and saw a snow-white head sticking out of the window. Gojo Satoru pushed open the window and flew down directly from the roof.
"What are you talking about? You two!"
He took off his sunglasses and looked at the two people carefully, but he didn't take it too seriously. He smacked his lips and said:
"Okay, Jay, Nightmoth wants you to go up, so go now."
Xia Youjie had a premonition that the changes in the general directorate were too big, and Ye Mo Zhengdao would have to have a one-on-one talk sooner or later. He nodded and went upstairs.
After seeing the person leave, Baimao Liuyan turned around, bent down and looked at Qianjianmu with a smile in his tone.
"Okay, Xiao Qianjian, I have collected the things."
"...quite fast?"
"Don't underestimate the Gojo family..."
Gojo Satoru brought Sengenmaku to the entrance of Gaozhuan, where the Gojo family's black car was. He handed over a large black box, which Sengenmaku took and opened. Twenty fingers were neatly tied with chains, and they were Sukuna's fingers.
The Sword Man had already started collecting Sukuna's fingers when he invaded this world. The collected fingers were placed in corresponding places. After Sengenmaku woke up, he immediately asked Gojo Satoru to get them back.
However, seeing Sukuna's fingers curled up like Gatling bullets, Chigenmaku was still stuttered.
“…What kind of style is this?”
"It's a cursed chain tool. It can only be opened when the cursed power reaches a certain level. Be careful not to let children swallow it." Gojo Satoru winked.
"How much do you know?" Qian Jianmu asked with a strange expression.
“Hmm…”
I knew he would ask this, but Gojo Satoru still looked as if he was thinking:
“If I were to describe it using the content of the game Undertale from 2015, it would probably be Flowey’s skill state.”
“…I’ve never played it.”
"Then you will understand when you play it."
Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, watched his confused expression for a while, and raised the corners of his mouth:
"Does it really matter how old Gojo Satoru is?"
“…”
Suddenly, the white-haired boy put his hands behind his back and pinched a Cang at a place behind him. Xia Youjie, who was about to launch a sneak attack after the conversation, was startled. The cursed spirit took the Cang and veins popped out on his head.
"I didn't scare you! Is that necessary?"
Gojo Satoru ignored him, but turned sideways, pointed a finger at Geto Suguru, and said to Sengenmaku:
"Come on, call it weird bangs."
Chikanmaku: "...weird bangs."
Xia Youjie gritted his teeth and smiled with a fake smile: "Did my bangs offend you in any way? And you took Chijian with you?!"
“Well, no.”
Qian Jianmu felt the young man bend down, and whispered in his ear:
"See, I told you he'd be happy, right?"
In the background, there was Geto Suguru's angry questioning voice.
…
[Just say "weird bangs" to him and he will immediately like you. 】
Qian Jianmu slowly widened his eyes and watched the young man laugh wildly and pounce on his best friend opposite him, but was pushed away with disgust. His every move did not show any sign of being over six years old.
He took a deep breath.
Isn't this all restored? !
**
"Because Gojo Satoru's karma is bound to you, the longer he spends with you, the weaker the effect of time travel on him will be."
Late at night, Qian Jianmu was packing his luggage, and a cow cat with black and white mandarin duck eyes was sitting by the window.
"…Aren't you a fox?"
"This world cannot produce fox helpers." The cow cat licked its paws. Its black eyes looked like a black hole in the night, but its white eyes were warm and shining. "It's all the same."
No, canines and felines are still different.
After the worlds merged, the world consciousness that was once a bit old-fashioned underwent some changes and suddenly became very fashionable and trendy.
"The existence of cursed spirits is beneficial to the stability of the world, but it is not real security... By the way, I seem to have found a way to allow Tian Yuan to live a little longer."
"……?"
"You really want her to live out her life."
The world consciousness blinked:
"You remained silent during the conversation with Geto Suguru and Tengen."
"You're so smart that it's not cute." Qian Jianmu complained: "So, what's your solution?"
"On this point, I am in contact with your world for the second phase of cooperation."
Although the Bungou world gained nothing from the first collaboration, it did not take it very seriously. Instead, it paid more attention to the integration and changes in the sword world.
Both of them are single anchor worlds that are more prone to problems. After the fusion of the sword world and the cursed world, the world anchor point was divided into two, which actually enhanced stability in some ways.
So they are discussing a second collaboration, with the literary world using parallel worlds to search for worlds that can be used for reference and understanding, and the sword world providing direction, so as to conduct a world experiment with the now more stable sword and curse spirit world.
"There are many possibilities for the second phase of cooperation. We will try to solve the problem ourselves, but if you can help us, we will be grateful. The choice of the world this time will not be dangerous... You can rest assured about safety."
The cow cat caught a glimpse of the swaying shadows of the fallen leaves beside the bed, and couldn't help jumping down and slapping them with its paws. When it found something was wrong, it pretended to be busy tidying up the sheets, and then jumped back to the table as if nothing had happened.
"By the way, the time ratio between my world and the parallel world is 1:2."
Sengenmaku's luggage had been almost packed. He didn't have many things to take, mainly novels by Edogawa Ranpo () that he would buy for Edogawa Ranpo, as well as a few famous detective novels, such as Sherlock Holmes, as gifts for the great detective.
After piling up the books, Chigenmaku opened the black box and pulled out the Sukuna finger magazine.
Cow Cat doesn't quite understand.
"Why would you take it away? There are many ways to destroy it now, and it is no longer impossible."
If it really doesn't work, you can ask Tianyuan to seal it a few more times. The seal a thousand years ago was too careless. It is not a problem to seal it to death now.
"It's too dangerous to leave it in this world. Teacher Yaga is helping me research a cursed corpse that can accommodate Sukuna's finger, and Geto Suguru will help me transform the prison gate."
Qian Jianmu sighed, stuffed his fingers into his backpack, zipped it up, and shook his head:
"I am still old and not used to fighting and killing now."
“……?” The Cow Cat felt something was wrong. It didn’t know what happened before the Thousand Rooms.
Why do I feel like Ryomen Sukuna has offended this person badly?
"…Then what are you going to do to him?" it asked in a low voice.
"Not only will I do nothing, I will also let him out." Qian Jianmu smiled lightly and took out the time compass: "- when he finishes writing ten best-selling books."
It is not certain whether Ryoumen Sukuna can write? You asked him to write a book?
“…”
The cow cat twitched its whiskers, and finally said nothing, and lay down with his hands in his pockets.
It chose to forget the existence of Ryoumen Sukuna and whispered:
"You have done this world a favor. You are always welcome here."
Qian Jianmu looked at the black and white cat for a while, curled the corners of his lips, and pressed the button.
The space shook for a moment, and the room was empty.
**
“It’s been very busy here lately.”
Fyodor put a sugar cube into the tea, picked up the teacup, blew away the hot steam on the surface, and his eyes fell on the young man opposite him.
How much time has passed? Don't remember.
The only thing that could be clearly perceived was that there were more outsiders in Aomori, and a large number of members of the Special Powers Special Agent Department had invaded and began to search inch by inch in a mighty manner.
"Uh-huh, don't you have anything else to say?"
The young man in white was painting. He was sitting in front of an upright oil painting board, holding a palette and a paintbrush, gesturing at something on it. The black and red pigments were twisted together, like the bloody flesh exposed after the skin of some dark place was cut open, but above the ominous dark color, there was a layer of flickering green.
"...Have you ever seen...an infinite timeline?" he asked in a subtle tone while drawing.
"Infinite timelines... immortality? No... the timeline at birth is fixed... this is impossible."
Dazai Osamu's personality became more and more weird, and even Fyodor felt a little uncomfortable adapting.
However, after hearing his answer, the young man who was painting just smiled and said nothing.
Fyodor frowned slightly, keenly aware of something unusual.
“When did you start painting in oils?”
God knows, Dazai Osamu himself has no artistic talent at all. Anything related to life emotions and art will be messed up by him, although Fyodor finds it quite interesting.
But now he is at the mercy of others and he does not find it interesting, he just feels alert.
"Want to see it?"
The young man in white stood up, put his tools on the round table, cut the canvas with a knife, and looked down at it.
"What?" Fyodor didn't understand.
"look."
There was black and red graffiti on the drawing paper, with some strange dark green lines flowing. If one had to say what he had drawn, it would be difficult to distinguish each one clearly, but for some reason, Fyodor felt inexplicably dazed when he looked at the thing.
Is it... twisted and tangled, snakes? Or the sun? Is the sun distorted?
When he came to his senses, what he saw was Dazai Osamu's exaggerated smile, dark and terrifying.
"Ah, it worked, ha!"
Realizing that something had changed, Fyodor's pupils shrank slightly and he looked up suddenly.
"What have you done to me!?"
His consciousness was altered? No...it's not a change. Even he doesn't know what happened. Special abilities? No, that's not right... It doesn't seem like a supernatural power, but more like...
"Did you guess it? It's okay, you're just a test subject." The man who symbolized time restrained his smile, but the change in his expression made him look even weirder. He looked indifferent, even a little bored: "Relax, it's not aimed at you. It's just a tiny bit of hypnosis."
Fyodor found it incredible. He had extreme resistance to mental transformation. How could he be hypnotized?
However, the young man sighed and looked very troubled.
"Your mind is as annoying as a rat. It took me a long time to implant information into you and transform your soul ten times, fifty times, a hundred times, and finally I succeeded..."
Time passed and Dazai Osamu tore open the canvas again. Fyodor was in a trance again, but he didn't even know which pattern he was in a trance about. However, he seemed to be talking, saying something.
Once, twice, three times.
Lost consciousness, said something, then regained consciousness.
And so the cycle repeats itself.
Fyodor panted, leaning back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Dazai Osamu in a white suit.
So scary…
It was definitely not an abuse, and it was definitely not a pressure. Some corners of his past were completely distorted without him noticing. He didn't even remember when his past was distorted.
...This person is...the devil from hell.
"Can it only be used five times? It will break after a little use... Never mind, this should be enough, right?"
However, the owner of the scarlet iris eyes muttered, looked up at the blood-red moon, stretched out his hand, and after snapping his fingers, the "experimental subject" and the entire building disappeared on the spot.
"Ah! I see!"
His eyes lit up:
"Maku-kun is back... just in time... and, seven days..."
In front of his sight, a boy with a backpack stood in the center of the shrine, looking at the Port Mafia in the distance.
"Are we going to look for Mr. Ranpo next?"
Alone, he talked to himself, with a gentle yet strange smile:
"Go quickly, go quickly."
"——Next, I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Ranpo."
***
"Hey...did everything go well? That's great!"
Early in the morning, behind the desk of the Armed Detective Agency, a green-eyed boy in detective uniform leaned back in his chair, smiling lazily.
He reached out, picked up a few envelopes from the table, and looked at them quietly.
The sunlight penetrated the thin envelope, and the letter belonging to Leader Zai several months ago turned warm yellow in the sunlight, and the faint handwriting seeped out and fell into his eyes.
"You brought me a present?! Let me guess what it is... No guessing allowed? Okay."
The great detective smiled and threw the envelope back on the table. His tone was normal, but his eyes were indifferent:
“Welcome back!”
"I have a gift for you too! But it might be a bad gift."
"Come and get it, Mu-kun."
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