Shiwu really has a deep psychological shadow on Dazai Osamu. In various senses.

It was also in the last world that Shiwu truly realized that AI is inhuman after all, that kind of cold, data-oriented, emotionless existence that cannot be fully trusted.

The moment he knew it was a parallel world, he should have guessed that he would meet Dazai Osamu... But Shiwu didn't expect it to happen so soon.

When using a vest, Shiwu's own personality will be somewhat suppressed by the vest itself, but this kind of suppression can make Shiwu more easily perform according to the character setting, so he has never cared so much, and even thinks it is a good way to be lazy.

But only last time, when using Dazai Osamu's vest, even if the vest itself would never affect him more than 10%, but this less than one-tenth of the impact made Shiwu easily fall into a deep sea of ​​self-abuse-like darkness.

The inescapable feeling of oppression coming from all parts of the body, the feeling of being surrounded by black mud...

Even if he just recalled it for a moment, Shi Wu couldn't help but shudder.

And... isn't Dazai Osamu the boss of the Port Mafia? Why in this world, not only did the White Death run to the Detective Agency, but even you, the leader of the Port Mafia, ran to the Detective Agency - the Mafia of this world, no, the Detective Agency of this world, is there really no problem!

"Hey, Mr. Ranpo changed his clothes? Is there something wrong with this commission?" After Dazai Osamu finished chatting with Nakajima Atsushi, he noticed this detail and asked casually without caring much.

"We encountered some minor problems along the way." Shi Wu tried to suppress his subconscious defense and answered the question in a very normal manner.

Nakajima Atsushi seemed a little confused, but because Edogawa Ranpo had always been very reliable, and Mr. Ranpo had indeed separated from him during that period, he thought something had happened in the meantime, so Nakajima Atsushi did not think much about it and returned to his post.

Dazai Osamu did not find any problems at first, because both the attitude and the reaction were what Mr. Ranpo would have - but as a person who was born with high intelligence and had been infected in the darkness for several years, Dazai Osamu intuitively found something wrong.

That kind of mysterious thing that cannot be expressed in words and can only be described as "feeling".

And Dazai Osamu happened not to be the type to ignore these things.

So Dazai Osamu smiled, took a magazine and sat on the sofa opposite Tokiwa. He did not ask Tokiwa, but raised his voice: "By the way, Atsushi-kun, where is Kunikida-kun? Didn't you go out together?"

"Ah...didn't I say that just now?" Nakajima Atsushi raised his head from the documents and replied: "Ranpo-san and I came back first. Mr. Kunikida should still be with the police?"

The white-haired boy also looked a little uncertain.

"Is that so." Dazai Osamu nodded thoughtfully.

"——That's enough. If you have any questions, why don't you just ask me?" The childish complaint of the detective sounded in Dazai Osamu's first round of probing.

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo." Dazai said with a smile, "I don't have any problem, I just think Mr. Ranpo today... um, looks a little different?"

"What's different?" The messy-haired detective looked a little curious.

"That's it - you know what I'm talking about, right, Mr. Ranpo?"

Dazai found that after he finished saying this, the detective in front of him puffed up his cheeks and complained softly.

His voice was so soft that even his lip movements became unclear, and Dazai almost didn't see it clearly.

[Is that so?] Mr. Ranpo in front of him said this as if he was talking to himself.

Dazai couldn't help but frown, and a little doubt arose in his heart.

Edogawa Ranpo is the core of the entire Armed Detective Agency. Even Dazai Osamu has respect for Mr. Ranpo.

So in the conversation just now, Dazai Osamu did not have any other thoughts, nor did he doubt the identity of the person in front of him. He just noticed something wrong and was a little curious whether Mr. Ranpo had encountered anything when he went out today. According to

his impression, if it is not something too important, Mr. Ranpo will just say it casually or send it away. And if he is unwilling to say it, Mr. Ranpo will also say bluntly, "I don't want to tell you!" "It's Ranpo-sama's secret!" "Guess it yourself?"

Only, he did not expect such a reaction.

Dazai Osamu couldn't help but think about Kunikida's work today, and recalled whether there was anything special in it.

"Dazai, stretch out your hand." Tokino suddenly spoke in a tone similar to an order.

Dazai Osamu didn't know what he was feeling, but he really did what the person in front of him said.

The distance between the two people was a little far, and it was much more difficult to model the scene in the room than outside. Outside, people were coming and going, and according to the wind speed, wind force and other directions, as well as the messy sounds, they could all be used as references for Shiwu.

In the room, if they didn't speak and make noises when walking, Shiwu couldn't be sure where the sofa was or where the people were.

Just like now, Shiwu was sure that Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand, and he also determined Dazai Osamu's height and body length as well as the current position of his hand through calculation. But he didn't expect that Dazai Osamu was careful and stretched out his hand in a clenched fist, so that Shiwu didn't calculate the distance of a finger when he wanted to touch.

Even though Tokiwu adjusted his movements very quickly, the subtle deviation still caught Dazai's attention.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Dazai looked at Tokiwu's eyes with an inquiring look.

"What? I thought you were going to steal my snacks, Dazai!" Tokiwu complained louder than Dazai, making others who noticed the movement here think that it was just Mr. Ranpo's usual willfulness. Dazai

, the supernatural power [Disqualified from the Human World], is simply invalidation.

By touching Dazai, Tokiwu proved that he was not a product of supernatural powers. As long as he was sure that the person in front of him was Edogawa Ranpo, even Dazai would not be able to be on guard.

So what he is suspecting now is that Edogawa Ranpo has been infected with some supernatural power.

Dazai Osamu's ability is not perfect. He can eliminate any ability, but if he can't find the specific location of the infection, then even he can't do anything. Shi

Wu is grateful for his vest's behavior of squinting, which makes him, a blind man, look no different from a normal person.

However, Dazai Osamu is a terrifyingly smart person, so there is no need to continue hiding it.

So Shi Wu opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of Dazai Osamu were the detective's green eyes that should have been clear and clean, shining like a child. At this moment, they became without any focus, and only reflected the light, with a hollow brilliance like the reflection of a glass ball.

"Call 'me', Dazai." Shi Wu said again.

When the detective was not deliberately smiling, the lifeless eyes at this moment looked like a puppet without emotions.

The usual smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared, and he didn't even think of asking the reason.

Mr. Ranpo's situation was completely beyond his expectations. The black-haired young man silently took out his mobile phone and called the detective as Shi Wu said.

The call was quickly connected, and Dazai Osamu was surprised to hear the lively response from the other end - no, or he was not really surprised. It should be said that he had guessed this result the moment Mr. Ranpo asked for it.

"--It's really rare, Dazai, that you would call me, did something happen?" The voice on the other end of the phone was the same as the one in front of him, with a little surprise and curiosity.

Dazai Osamu answered in a gentle tone: "No, nothing, Mr. Ranpo, I just want to ask if Atsushi-kun is with you now? I called him just now but no one answered."

"--Atsushi actually didn't answer your call? That's too weird." The boy-like voice answered briskly. It was unclear what the detective's extraordinary brain was thinking in just a few seconds. Edogawa Ranpo on the other side of the phone was silent for two seconds, and said in an exceptionally calm tone: "...What happened, Dazai."

"Is it related to me?" Edogawa Ranpo didn't even need to get an answer, and easily got the answer from Dazai Osamu's reaction, "It seems to be related to me. Where are you now? Detective Agency?"

"I'll ask Kunikida to pick me up." After saying this, Edogawa Ranpo hung up the phone.

"..." Dazai Osamu looked at the phone screen in his hand, his mouth curved without any emotion, his iris-colored eyes were heavy, looking at the green-eyed young man in front of him who looked like a teenager, he still called out the detective's name: "Mr. Ranpo."

He said calmly: "Are you really the Mr. Ranpo I know?"

"Too annoying." The man in front of Dazai Osamu complained childishly.

Shi Wu made a tick next to the script in his mind, but his face was expressionless and he collapsed on the soft sofa, not caring about the crumbs of snacks falling on his originally clean clothes.

The invisible detective said softly: "I thought I was really your Mr. Ranbu."

"What is this..." he muttered.

"--Really, it's too bad."

--Really, it's great.

This is a smart man. Shi Wu applauded in his heart expressionlessly.