Chapter 163 Preventing the foreseeable fate.
That sense of déjà vu seemed to be just an illusion.
As I approached, the wind blew it away completely.
Even as he approached step by step, the Russian youth just smiled calmly and calmly, like some kind of god.
Even because of the cold night wind, he turned his head and sneezed softly.
"Ah-ju!"
"...Are you still cold even though you're wearing so many clothes?" Qian Jianmu asked softly.
"Hmm..." Fyodor looked at him in surprise and said, "Yeah, it's really annoying weather."
"Someone told me that you wanted to create a world without people with special abilities." The safety of the pistol opened with a slight click, and Qian Jianmu felt that he was in a very calm state, just like his state after seeing Ranpo fall down, his heart was as calm as still water, and even his emotions became numb. "Then Ranpo should not be within your hunting range."
"You won't let him die."
The mysterious man smiled calmly and elegantly:
"You're a good kid, you don't like people dying around you."
But do you dare to bet?
The shadow-like man, the elegant yet stubborn young man, spoke to him with the subtext behind it.
Do you want to bet that if he doesn't kill his body tonight, Fyodor won't have a backup plan?
Do you dare to bet that the person who can plot against Edogawa Ranpo today will not plot against him again tomorrow?
Do you dare to bet that a man like him would really give up the opportunity because of a little bit of kindness?
"Good boy?" Qian Jianmu asked back.
"I've read your book." The man in white with a cloak slowly approached from the edge: "Only a good child would try to change the environment in silence, care about the thoughts of dead things, and turn past pain into love. Try to bear the subversion of the world on your own shoulders, and try to erase the sins of people with special abilities in your own way... Kindness, compassion, gentleness, it's appropriate to call you a good child, right?"
A year ago, Ayatsuji Yukito's "another" was published, in which he successfully transformed his supernatural powers from being out of control to being controllable.
Those people with special abilities who were confused by their passive special abilities finally had a chance to stop committing crimes.
Qian Jianmu saw the sincere respect and tenderness in Fyodor's eyes. The look was so gentle, like the gaze of some superior or god.
"It's cowardice," he said.
"Hmm?" Not surprisingly, the man nodded: "That's right."
In Fyodor's eyes, super powers are a sin.
Supernatural powers are the source of all disasters and sufferings, and they turn the world into an absurd farce.
He agreed with Chiba's search for ways to suppress the out-of-control supernatural powers, but it had nothing to do with his goal.
His understanding of human nature is beyond other people's imagination. In his breathtaking observation and judgment, his portrayal of Chimamu is even more profound than Chimamu himself.
He couldn't understand Chimamu's overly gentle behavior, which was similar to a defensive counterattack. He said, "I can't bear the fate of my friends, I can't bear the changes in the world, I can't change the lives of others. It must be my own fault."
He is a radical, but also an unlucky guy who has no one in the world to hold him back.
[Let all those who caused the current disaster become tin soldiers in a furnace, and repent their sins in dire straits] This was his idea.
Chigenmaku is like a wise king with his ministers. He constantly makes concessions for the sake of his people and uses gentle means to solve problems.
And he is a tyrant who has lost everything and is standing alone against the disaster of the world.
It's a pity that he quite likes Sengenmaku's personality.
A disgusting sense of responsibility, justice, and weakness.
"Sa, what are you waiting for?" He opened his arms, took two steps back, and stood on the edge of the roof.
"Let's make a bet. I will win." Qian Jianmu raised the gun barrel.
He had never been targeted by such a precise and remotely set supernatural power. He had not killed anyone since Yukito Ayatsuji arrived, and Endo Shusaku, another person who might hurt him, was his supporter. He could not guarantee that he would not be changed.
He said so, but at this moment, no chains fell, only an ominous fog.
Well, then, let's compare our luck.
***
A gunshot rang out.
Gogol, who was watching Fyodor being shot from close up, smiled and applauded him.
He lurked in the dark, watching everything happen with a dim gaze.
The bullet hit the chest, blood splattered on the white clothes, and the young man in white fell from a high altitude.
A red light flashed, accompanied by the commanding voice of Dazai Osamu who was waiting downstairs.
"Send it to Yosano, he can't die! Quick!"
Although he had used filth before, Nakahara Chuuya, who was now able to fully control filth, flew to Yosano who was ready not far away, holding the bloody Russian in his arms with a grim look on his face.
Yosano observed the wound calmly and judged:
"It didn't hit the heart! It can be saved!"
"What other tools do you need?" Nakai handed over the tool kit.
"I didn't go to university for nothing." The short-haired doctor cut open the young man's chest with a method that was almost brutal and completely inconsistent with surgical rules. He put his hand into Fyodor's chest: "Be quiet!"
In the moment when Fyodor's heart stops beating, reawakening his heart may be able to stop his supernatural powers.
This may be difficult, but.
Nakahara Chuuya knelt beside him, closed his eyes, and put his gloved hands into the open chest.
It might be a little difficult for him to accurately control every organ of a person, and even the gravity of every drop of blood. It was the first time that he was assigned to perform such a delicate operation.
But this was the plan and arrangement made before Qianjianmu.
The combination of gravity and medicine equals miracles.
Hideo Nakai, who was kneeling on the side, carefully adjusted the emotions of both of them to their peak state.
A life-or-death surgery, the target is an enemy who must die, but cannot die.
With cold sweat running down their backs, they waited...
Waiting for the moment when Edogawa Ranpo wakes up because the poison has lost its effect and Fyodor comes back to life.
***
Ah, it came.
The moment he pulled the trigger, Chijianmu felt calmer than ever before.
Just a light, unhindered attack, because the enemy had no intention of escaping.
It's not that there is no solution, it's just another layer of gamble.
Yosano Akiko and Dazai Osamu who arrived urgently were also downstairs. Perhaps Fyodor also had plans, but he couldn't escape.
Die, because Ranpo cannot die.
Alive, because if he dies, Qianjianmu will be attacked by him.
Die, Dazai Osamu will put an end to his sins when he is resurrected.
Come to think of it, Fyodor is also a gambler, otherwise how could he fight with Dazai Osamu for so long and even meet him?
In this case, it is not surprising to choose to gain opportunity through death.
However, the solution of life or death is the best solution. If any link goes wrong, the only one to bear the consequences will be Qian Jianmu.
Zero was running at high speed, ready to receive the impact of supernatural powers.
Then the bullet sped into Fyodor's chest.
It didn't hit the heart, he did it on purpose.
But at the moment the bullet hit the heart, a large number of images suddenly flashed through Qian Jianmu's pupils.
Layers of memories, memories that cannot be ignored.
All the childhood memories he thought he had lost due to the operation were regained the moment the bullet entered Fyodor's chest.
His expression suddenly changed to one of unprecedented fear. He dropped the pistol and tried to pull the man forward.
"……fee……!"
Then, everything in front of my eyes suddenly went blank.
I fell on the roof, and all I could hear was a loud bang when my body came into contact with the waterproof coating. I stretched out my hand, and my fingers were trembling.
Someone held his hand, warm, cold.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, from now on, blame it all on me."
Amid the roaring in his head, data that could impact the entire world flowed through his body. He tried his best to hear the man speaking softly, stroking his hair:
"It's okay, it's over."
"Nothing will hold you back anymore."
"It's completely over."
In Zero's cold and silent report, the last thing that fell into his ears was.
【The final preset program starts. 】
[May you have a better tomorrow.] 】
***
This office building is an old building that is common in Yokohama.
There is no elevator, only narrow stairs, and it was even on the verge of demolition for a long time due to suspension of work and production.
His chest heaving with heavy breathing, Dazai Osamu tried desperately to climb upwards.
Mimic had been subdued by Randou, who had returned with Chuuya. Chigenmaku mobilized their actions at the same moment he received the information, so he was able to rush here.
The stairs are almost broken and full of traps. This is also where Dazai Osamu is helpless. Because he is no longer qualified to be a human, he cannot use any special abilities to assist him.
But at the same time, he will also break through any obstacles of supernatural powers.
He ran all the way to the door of the rooftop. He took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment with his bandaged hands, and pushed the door open.
What I see is the glimmer of morning sun.
The morning sun finally rose from this too long night. He breathed, the bandages sticking to his body due to sweat, and his cold eyes fell on the center of the rooftop.
In the center.
A familiar shadow sat on the ground, half holding the fallen white-haired young man in his arms. He lowered his eyes slightly, then stood up and picked the man up.
With her back to the morning light, her slightly curly high ponytail slid from her ears to her back. She had the body of an adult, and that person had the exact same face as him.
"You're here, lucky guy."
"……Give me."
"What's the hurry?" A gentle and dangerous smile appeared on his hateful face: "Now, he belongs to you."
Danger.
Dazai Osamu realized this instinctively.
Just as if he had once glimpsed the extreme moments behind Mori Ogai's smile and felt a cold and tingling sensation in his heart, he smelled a darkness far greater than that of Mori Ogai in the person in front of him.
However, this similar yet different enemy seriously exchanged the person into his arms.
He suddenly felt very ironic, as if if he asked, he would find the answer:
"……Why?"
The man named Yukiya was in a good mood and said:
"Because I've read the first draft of the script."
Anyone who has not seen that timeline will never know why he did this.
Fyodor was destined to fight against Senmaku, they would fight for countless rounds, then Nakai Hideo lost his emotions again, Endo Shusaku killed Fyodor at the last moment, and then Endo Shusaku became Fyodor.
That rat stirred up the world situation, and Dazai Osamu and Senmaku could only passively fight against waves of attacks in Japan, until one day a few years later, when Edogawa Ranpo got into trouble in front of Senmaku.
Fyodor would not really hurt Edogawa Ranpo. After all, Edogawa Ranpo was the most intelligent among ordinary people. But it was true that Ranpo got into trouble because of Fyodor.
Even if you know that you are venting your anger on others, you cannot truly feel relieved.
Xing was unable to understand the emotions on that timeline, but he really saw the expression of Chimamu in the eyes of Dazai Osamu in that world.
Hatred, anger, pain, and cruelty were as cold as a streak of snow on an ice field.
But after that, in the life-and-death struggle, it became a complicated mess of emotions. She eventually left Yokohama, abandoned everything in the past, and became completely entangled with Fyodor. The two of them disappeared together, never to be heard from again.
...attacking each other, pitying each other, love and hate intertwined, creating a huge and unsolvable mystery comparable to an atomic bomb.
Since Fyodor must be killed by Qian Jianmu, and since everything is pushing the world to complete this key event - in a way that completely disregards Qian Jianmu's psychological condition, then, is he just going to watch and do nothing?
He is the one chosen to see the infinite future and past.
After countless real-time observations and judgments, and after a long period of world line debugging, Xingye found the only route from many options that can avoid disasters and conflicts to the greatest extent.
It was a bit tiring, but I had a lot of fun.
"It's a rare chance for me to be a good person."
He narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"By the way, don't kill Fyodor. I finally managed to reduce the impact of love and hate, but if Bai Yueguang dies... it will be hard to let it go, right?"
"…What disgusting things are you saying?"
"I'm serious."
Xingya looked at the beautiful sunrise behind him and sighed quietly:
"It is enough to let their entanglement end in this life."
"Tsk." Dazai Osamu was hit in the face by the Riddler. He wanted to say something, but he saw Xing's unfriendly eyes.
"What else do you want to know?" He smiled, his eyes glued to him: "Want to know their story?"
"…Speak human language."
"That's just human language." Yukiya spoke word by word, speaking in a cold voice with an attitude of 'I've been disgusted, so I want to disgust you too':
"Feodor has accompanied Lord Mu throughout his life."
"Are you satisfied with this answer? If you want to vomit, it's better to go to the edge of the rooftop, okay?"
***
In sight, there is an endless snowfield.
There is not a trace of green, not a trace of hope, only heavy snow all over the sky.
Fyodor stood in the snow, lowered his head and touched his chest.
There was a bullet still lodged in his chest.
And there, there was no heartbeat.
Not dead, but not alive either.
...So, where is this?
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