Chapter 74 Kill me.

Chapter 74 Kill me.

What a confusing day...

After not hearing Yosano Akiko's voice for a while, Edogawa Ranpo glanced over and was frightened by the black mist lingering around the girl. His green eyes rolled around in his sockets, and Edogawa Ranpo sat up straight, adjusted his glasses, and stared at Yosano Akiko for a few seconds. After a while, he burst into laughter.

"Mr. Ranpo!"

All the members of the Armed Detective Agency trusted Edogawa Ranpo to the point of blindness. Even if he didn't say anything, Yosano Akiko wouldn't find it strange. She warned him in an annoyed whisper.

"I see, but I didn't expect something like this to happen. By the way, did you know that those two people are two thousand years old in total?"

The boy said something very scary in a light tone:

"Ah, they look good, but they are actually two idiots. But it is safe, right?"

"Two thousand years old!?" Yosano Akiko blurted out. Her mind was racing with thoughts about the relationship between those two people and the millennium. She was in a delicate mood and said quietly, "It's safe to cut bullets with a knife, but it feels like a tough transformation."

"...Don't you know?"

This time he was really shocked. Edogawa Ranpo looked at Yosano Akiko. After confirming that she really didn't know, he opened his mouth with a subtle expression:

"Well, you really don't know the katana named 'Mikazuki Munechika'? It's a national treasure. The blue-haired man you saw is the katana named 'Mikazuki Munechika'. You might be able to see it in a museum. ...It's not very strange, but it gave me a big shock..."

"Mikazuki Munechika...?"

Yosano Akiko blinked blankly.

Although it is a national treasure, not everyone is interested in it, and does not have the impulse and desire to spontaneously learn about it.

During junior high school, schools may provide students with general social knowledge training, and in some places, this starts in elementary school. But Yosano Akiko participated in the supernatural war when she was just over ten years old and stayed on the battlefield for several years.

Mori Ogai is quite good at educating children in cultural subjects. At least the children he teaches are very good in science and engineering. But for the sake of maximizing profits, he basically does not teach literary knowledge. In other words, their skills are outstanding, but their psychological growth is quite poor.

After leaving Mori Ogai, Yosano Akiko's future was basically determined. She began to learn medical knowledge, skipping the knowledge popularization stage and entering the specialized evolution stage. The lack of this process is a common problem among all students in Yokohama. After all, schools in Yokohama have been suspended a long time ago. Among ten people killed in the streets, eight had never attended a regular high school. The education rate is very touching.

Then it was quite normal that Yosano Akiko didn't know Mikazuki Munechika. After all, she first attended a half-stop elementary school in the turbulent Yokohama, and then she was captured to fight in the war before she even finished junior high school. So far, her education level has only stopped at elementary school graduation...

But even so, her academic qualifications were already very good. After all, those gang members had never been to school, and she was even considered a top student.

Considering that the highest level of education among this group of people with special abilities was Mori Ogai, who was admitted to the University of Tokyo at the age of thirteen, I always feel that Yokohama will be finished sooner or later.

Although I don't understand what Mikazuki Munechika is, he is a very old and physical being. After being tortured for a day, Yosano's heart had been tempered. She skipped the topic and turned around and said:

"Does the president know about Ranpo's latest friendship situation?"

"Are you going to complain? That's too much." Ranpo stuck out his tongue. "He's not at the detective agency. He's at a dinner party."

"Eh? Dinner party, president?"

"Yes, yes, with my 'good friend'." The boy turned around, picked up the phone on the table, and was about to dial the number when he suddenly looked up at her.

"How was it like going out? Do you want to go out again next time?"

“Who wants to?”

"Haha, it's just that these two people are a little weird. They are very old, and there are other people with good personalities."

Edogawa Ranpo rummaged through the paper package and spread the remaining photos on the table.

On the table were a young man with white hair and bright golden eyes, a young man wearing a priest's uniform with a calm and composed expression, a blond young man who was covered with a white cloth but whose face could be clearly seen by a malicious person who took a photo from below, and even his golden eyelashes could be seen, and a cold black-haired young boy.

Yosano Akiko's eyes fell on the photo of the white-haired young man, her expression full of vigilance.

Noticing where her gaze was, Edogawa Ranpo looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and thought of the young man who took a photo with his friend's remaining sunlight in the paper bag, and wondered what kind of luck Yosano Akiko had. But he didn't remind them. Since the photos were given to him, he would always have someone take these people out for a walk.

I thought Yosano Akiko would not go because she was so embarrassed, but she actually looked at the photos quietly, which shows that she is still very interested.

As expected, going out more often is good for your health. Leave it all to Yosano. Yosano is actually a person who likes adventure and excitement. He won't be happy if he keeps it to himself all day.

Narrowing his eyes irresponsibly, Edogawa Ranpo pushed the photo forward and dialed the number directly.

That world and this world are in a state of subtle fusion but non-interference. Although the signal can be popularized, it subtly fluctuates under the barriers of the world. After some strange lag and noisy signal on the other end, the call was picked up.

The people over there laughed.

"Good evening, Ranpo."

**

When the call came, Qian Jianmu was cruelly telling the swordsmen that the mobile phones they bought might not be usable.

"Japan is still using 2G networks. Besides, the game company is not in this world, and the signal in this world is different from that of the game company. The data on paper cannot be uploaded or downloaded."

The swordsmen know about games, but they have never been online, nor have they experienced the updates and changes in the Internet age. Everything they have is just talk and has low feasibility.

But he has a plug-in, which can use Zero to analyze the time and space-related parts of the mobile phone program. In a few days, he can control it directly, which is much easier than relying on the mobile phone.

The swords breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had at least helped. However, the leader Zai looked at him, said nothing, and just pulled the corners of his lips.

That's when the call came.

"Moshi Moshi, Lord Mu?"

It's so familiar. We are friends from different worlds, but at the moment of meeting, our supreme wisdom takes the lead in completing all the things we have never experienced. So the distance naturally shortened, as if the distance between time and space was as weak as a speck of dust.

No matter who you are or where you are, he will be your eternal friend.

"Good evening, Ranpo." Chigenmaku smiled slightly.

"You're suddenly in a very good mood, but so am I!"

The youthful detective made some small talk and soon got down to business.

"I found Mitsuyo Kakuda, but the Armed Detective Agency is not convenient to take action. Please help me."

500 billion is a powerful shot in the dark world, and an unnecessary windfall for the government, but it is not a good thing for the Armed Detective Agency, a small organization with only 'three' purely auxiliary psychics. Edogawa Ranpo was only protecting Yokohama according to Fukuzawa Yukichi's idea and had no opinion on the money.

He didn't tell Fukuzawa Yukichi about this, because given the president's personality, he might think it would be better to hand it over to the government. But Edogawa Ranpo did not have a good impression of the government. After all, he had suffered injustice in the police academy. Just transfer it to Qian Jianmu who has swords under his command. They need funds for activities anyway, right?

Besides, there is no place more suitable to hide things than in another dimension, right?

There was only one thing he remembered, which had recently caused the president a lot of trouble, but he would talk about it later.

"Also, I didn't find out about the rat in the dead house."

Edogawa Ranpo was very calm. He had been searching for two days. It had nothing to do with whether he had special abilities or not. Something that he couldn't find in two days could basically be deemed to not exist, right?

It only took him a dozen minutes to find Mitsuyo Kakuta's address, not including the time to retrieve the information, but it took him two full days to look for the rat in the dead house. He had already adopted the most vigilant attitude.

He is absolutely confident in this regard.

"... doesn't exist?" Qian Jianmu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, they did exist. But their activities were limited to Russia and Europe, and then they disappeared. But I didn't dig out the leader, probably a Russian."

Edogawa Ranpo looked at the whiteboard:

"And Fudi Yingchi's attitude is unclear."

Yosano Akiko quietly left when he answered the phone. Edogawa Ranpo watched the door open and close. He turned around in his chair, put the glass beads he took out of the soda by the window, and rolled them on the windowsill with his fingers.

"Very good, Mr. Ranpo, you are worthy of being a detective." Sengenmaku smiled and praised a few times after noticing something. "Want some snacks? The one in Chinatown?"

"That's too much. Do you think it's okay just like this? I'm at a big loss!" Edogawa Ranpo yelled, and smiled faintly unconsciously. The topic jumped to another place without any logic: "Yosano's expression was very scary this time. Let's get some people with good tempers next time, otherwise she will definitely not do it."

"It sounds like she likes it?"

"Hehe, that's hard to say." Edogawa Ranpo laughed a few times.

"Ah, the president called. I'll send you Mitsuyo Kakuda's address via email. See you later."

When he hung up the phone, the Great Hall was empty. The swordsmen left to tidy up the Honmaru and repair their swords. Yamaubakiri Kunihiro sorted out the Honmaru affairs and rearranged the table in his free time. Now with six blades and one fox, the speed of sword fighting has greatly increased, but as more blade users emerge, there will definitely be more and more of them. For the health of the Shinsengumi, the speed of awakening the sword is limited to a maximum of two times a day.

When I turned around, I saw the leader lowering his eyes in thought.

**

In a small private room of the izakaya, three friends were drinking and laughing.

"It's been a long time since I last saw someone finally finish their work."

The teased white-haired warrior lowered his eyes and gave a soothing and gentle smile.

Among his friends, compared to the cheerful Fukuchi Sakurachi and the smooth-talking Taneda Santohuo, he is always the heavy and taciturn one.

"It's been a lot quieter lately. Aren't you a lot more relaxed too?"

The bald man raised his glass.

"Well, I just wanted to see Fukuzawa's helpless expression."

Fudi Yingchi looked thoughtful, and when he saw the raised cup, he took the initiative to clink it with his.

"Forget it, I won't go home until I'm drunk today!"

At this age, each has their own secrets and ambitions. Adult care is not about exploring each other's secrets. What can keep them together is only the friendship of similar interests or the feelings of the years they have spent together.

So they concealed their identities for the time being and talked about some trivial things.

Since obtaining the license to open a business with supernatural powers, Fukuzawa Yukichi has been busy with the tasks of the Armed Detective Agency all day long for funding or connections. He has not met with friends for a long time. The worries in his heart were hidden in the clinking of glasses. A blush appeared on his cheeks, and as he watched his friends chatting and laughing, his nerves gradually relaxed.

"President, be careful." Edogawa Ranpo suddenly said this when leaving.

So when he was in a daze, the boy's warning floated to the surface like bubbles under the water. He lowered his eyes, thinking that maybe they were just wrong.

He didn't know how Edogawa Ranpo judged that there was something wrong with Fukuchi Sakurachi. He believed in Ranpo, but because he trusted him too much, he hoped that everything was just an illusion.

"Drink, drink as much as you can. Are you drunk at this point? No, Fukuzawa."

Fukuchi Sakura leaned beside him with a silly smile and filled Fukuzawa Yukichi's wine glass.

His friend had a very good alcohol tolerance. Perhaps he had been holding back a lot of anger in the Special Powers Division, and now he was venting it all at once, so he was already drunk. He was leaning to one side with his eyes closed, but he had not fallen asleep and was trying very hard to stay awake.

I hope that judgment is wrong.

He thought about it and drank the warm wine.

"Okay! Okay!"

The man laughed:

"Otherwise I would have thought you came to us for some other reason. You said you wanted to drink, but you let others drink. What's going on?"

"Ranpo is at home and can't drink too much," Fukuzawa Yukichi explained.

"It's for the sake of the children, right? Farming? Farming! Tsk, what a drinking capacity."

So we took a break and went to the bathroom in turns, and nothing unusual happened until the end. Although he returned empty-handed, Fukuzawa Yukichi was relieved. Taneda's residence was not far from here, and Fukuchi Sakurachi also wanted to walk a distance together, but he did not expect that his subordinates had arrived early. So only Fukuzawa Yukichi and Taneda Santoka were left walking forward along the blue-gray street.

"The matter of Hokkaido is not within your authority, so there is not much I can tell you."

Suddenly, the people around me sighed:

"I knew you would know, but I didn't think of it this early."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's mind suddenly became clear. He reviewed today's gathering over and over again. In order to avoid attracting attention, he did not mention it a word.

"…Did Fudi say that?"

"Yeah, when you went to the bathroom, he said that you looked like you must have discovered it, and you looked so heavy."

Taneda Santohuo didn't think much about it. After discovering the time disaster, he warned his superiors countless times about the danger of this immovable disaster. This is time! time! A range-based time-related supernatural singularity! He knew the horror of this special ability, but the higher-ups didn't take it seriously at all. It was not until the high-risk area in Aomori began to expand and several teams sent by the higher-ups were all killed in it that they panicked and urged them to find a solution. However, they had been reminded long ago but they didn't listen. What could they do now to stop the fire on Taneda Mountain?

The only one who can enter the high-risk zone is Fudi Yingchi. According to Fudi Yingchi's report, the disaster radiation area is actually 1.5 times larger than the current observation. The part they have blocked is only the turbulence zone, and the soldiers they have blocked have actually entered the hidden area and are in danger of being pulled into the restricted area at any time.

The superiors don't care about the lives of their subordinates. They want an answer to an order the next day. When faced with a disaster, they can only feel helpless and furious. Even after they submitted a suspected psychic's abilities going out of control after forming a singularity, the upper echelons were so bold as to want to turn the psychic who had turned into a monster into a psychic weapon! He even began to imagine what it would be like to dominate the world after possessing powerful time-related supernatural weapons.

dream! Taneda Santohuo was really furious. On the one hand, he was worried about the future of Japan, on the other hand, he was under high pressure from the upper echelons and had to hide the secret from his old friends. No one was more miserable than him. Now that he thought Fukuzawa Yukichi already knew about it, he just told him everything in a picky manner.

"According to Fudi, there is a person with special abilities in the special ability spot, but that is not his intention. He just cannot control himself. He believes that the turbulence is caused by the high concentration of ability, which leads to the ability going out of control. When the special ability expands and the concentration is diluted, the person with special abilities will be more able to control himself. After the judgment of the Special Ability Agent Section, we are considering sending several teams to make precise calculations of the safe period and send people to negotiate with "Time" during the safe period. Try to resolve the issue peacefully, if…”

If they can't solve the problem, even if they die one after another, they must solve the problem before it gets completely out of control.

Kill that psychic.

From the perspective of Fukuchi Sakurachi, there doesn't seem to be anything strange.

Apart from the initial chill of feeling like one was being silently seen through, everything else was normal. Fudi Yingchi might have something on his mind, so he considerately asked Zhongtian, who knew more about official affairs, to tell him the answer. From the perspective of farming, the report he submitted was comprehensive enough, and even the amount of information contained in it was enough to make people feel relieved.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

After seeing off Taneda, Fukuzawa Yukichi was walking back. On the wall on the side, a calico cat was walking side by side with him in silence.

He and Edogawa Ranpo lived together in an apartment not far from the Armed Detective Agency. As soon as he reached the door, Edogawa Ranpo rushed out. His green eyes swept over the calico cat that was following not far from him, but he quickly checked his whole body carefully, and made sure that there was no abnormality, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing unusual." Fukuzawa Yukichi concluded simply.

To be honest, he was in a very relaxed mood at this moment.

But Edogawa Ranpo just remained silent. He suddenly raised his wrist, where there was a watch that he was forced to wear before leaving. At the same time, Ranpo took out his cell phone.

At 10:37 pm, everything was normal.

The young man fell silent. He ran back to his room, took out the alarm clock that he had just set the time in the morning and his mobile phone, and compared the time with the alarm clock.

The time on the alarm clock is 11:04.

The time on Edogawa Ranpo's phone was also 11:04.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was no fool. He instantly realized the horrifying reality, and a chill suddenly rose up his spine.

“President…”

Ranpo's expression was eerily calm, his emerald green eyes staring at him like dead water:

"Your time is 27 minutes slow."

If there is a problem with a mechanical watch, it may be a mechanical failure. If there is a problem with a mobile phone, it may be a mobile phone failure.

But there was a problem with synchronization, even accurate to the minute and second, which was enough to prove one thing.

Tonight, Fukuzawa Yukichi lost his 27 minutes.

Time has been confused.

It was too brief for anyone to notice.

**

For "time" Osamu Dazai, his life is a timeline.

Just like the timeline of a video or music, drag the origin of time and stories with different scenarios will unfold.

He was out of control. He clearly witnessed the switching of time, clearly watched time move forward and backward, and repeatedly experienced all the nodes that he might experience in the next twenty years.

——In a dream.

Nightmare.

When he was seven years old, he witnessed the usurpation of the throne by Mori Ogai for the first time. After that, in the eight years, he repeatedly experienced the usurpation of the throne by Mori Ogai nine times, met Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango fifteen times, Oda Sakunosuke died thirty-seven times, he saved Baihu four times, and he witnessed the fall of the white whale three times...

Time is an axis of coming and going.

He was lost in his own timeline, but he had a lot of other people's timelines in his hands.

So boring, so boring. I don’t understand. I don’t understand.

As if he had skipped the key plot, he was at a loss facing the strange scene. He was at the mercy of fate, but he couldn't even commit suicide.

The area near Tsushima's residence is as quiet as the eye of a storm. Anyone who sets foot on this land will fall asleep.

No one could kill him, and he couldn't kill himself.

People will always die, just like his timeline, but death in the future does not mean the end, because he will always live in the past.

He couldn't die.

It hurts so much.

Walking in the chaos, feeling his abilities run wild, because he did not go through a complete growth period, did not have enough time to sharpen his spirit, and he was mentally mature yet young.

Forced to bear the unfamiliar emotions of his own, he was unable to digest or understand them. He was tense and depressed, and was on the brink of collapse all year round. I even began to feel resentful and fantasize about a completely different life.

For example……

Kill those people.

Kill Mori Ogai, kill Oda Sakunosuke, kill Nakajima Atsushi, kill Edogawa Ranpo.

The sticky murderous intent and resentment overwhelmed him. He stood in the cracks of time, gazing at the 'Yokohama' of his destiny in the chaotic shuttle day after day.

Aomori is too far away from Yokohama. He waited for a very long time before he noticed the person with special abilities who had strayed in.

He harvested his time, he devoured this man's timeline, and from then on his time was at his mercy.

He looked at his life and soon he realized it was just a nobody.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

But he attracted the attention of the Special Powers Division, and countless people with special powers flocked to him.

He cruelly left them in the midst of this chaos, watching with envy and disgust as they madly died.

Too weak, he waited eagerly and hoped silently.

Try harder, be better, be more interesting.

Kill me.

Kill "Dazai Osamu".

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