Chapter 93 About the Nail and Hammer Squad
Why are you carrying such a dangerous thing around?!
The boy's previously squinted eyes were now fully open, his green pupils fixed on the creature being held in the guest's arms.
Yes, it is a living creature, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was. However, it was not something that originally existed in this world.
The Plague Doctor remained motionless, acting as X's plush toy. He could sense the trauma in the girl's heart, but... after being away from Adam, He was in a good mood and didn't want to kiss anyone casually. In other words, the reverse Kabbalah counter hadn't reached zero yet.
The main point is... if you put the Plague Doctor and Adam together, He will immediately demonstrate what it means to return from the White Night. For this world, the Plague Doctor is definitely much gentler than the White Night.
Another point is that if the Plague Doctor were to revert to White Night, his execution bullet would be completely finished in this place without TT2, the kind that means he would be utterly dead.
Before X could speak, Edogawa Ranpo, who had been somewhat unhappy, sat back down as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't said anything at all.
Yosano Akiko had already composed herself; she wasn't a little girl anymore. Letting Edogawa Ranpo be with her and these two people of unknown origin would only make things more dangerous, especially since the club president wasn't here today…
"Mr. Mori recommended you to me. When it comes to finding someone, detectives are much faster than them."
It was that guy who seemed to have psychic abilities speaking. Mr. Mori, Yosano Akiko heard those unpleasant words as soon as she stepped outside, which made her feel even worse.
X was about to recount the characteristics of the Nail and Hammer Squad, and what they would do, just as he had told Mori Ougai, when the boy, who had turned back into a squinty-eyed boy, waved his hand.
"No need to say anything, I already know. The person you are looking for is not in this world."
Yosano Akiko subconsciously glanced at the two people who were supposedly looking for someone, but they showed no unusual expression, as if being told that someone who didn't exist in this world wasn't their target.
"Once the conditions are met, they will come to us on their own."
X received an answer from the strangely familiar-looking boy, left his payment, and thoughtfully shifted the feather of the plague doctor in his arms before departing.
"Conditions?"
X thought he had spoken his mind, but the voice sounded wrong. He looked and saw that it was Li Xiang with the same thoughtful expression.
“The three of us arrived at different times. I probably arrived here after my personality was removed,” the poetic genius began his reasoning. “Gregor fell with Mr. Abram.”
X listened to Li Xiang's analysis. He came from Carmen, Abram and Gregor came from that branch that Abram might have started, and Li Xiang was after Benjamin's personality was dispelled...
Branch?
Was it because those people were too far from where the collapse started, causing them to never find an anchor point to fall...?
“I think I understand now. You weren’t with us back then. Gregor was closer to me and Abram. The rest of the people probably ended up in our newly established branch.”
However, for Faust, the head of Company N who was looking for the Golden Branch, she was probably disappointed. This branch did not have the Golden Branch, but only the Abnormality.
Upstairs, watching the two leave, Yosano Akiko asked with some curiosity, "Ranpo-san, who exactly are they looking for?"
Most importantly, Mr. Ranpo's answer was also very strange, but they accepted it without questioning it like the previous guests.
The black-haired boy, who had slumped back onto the table, said, "I don't know."
"have no idea?"
"Yes, they're like they appeared out of thin air in this world; they're complete Xs."
"And you said before..."
"I don't know their identities, but it's obvious at a glance that the person they're looking for is definitely not in this world right now."
Edogawa Ranpo looked at Yosano Akiko, who was still standing by the window, looking in the direction the two had left. They were no longer there.
"They will be leaving soon."
Just as Yosano Akiko was thinking about the large ball of white feathers being held by one of them, she was startled by Edogawa Ranpo's sudden remark, and then became puzzled:
Are they leaving Yokohama?
"What I mean is, they will appear suddenly, then disappear just as suddenly, leaving this world completely."
Adam was sitting in the monitoring room directing the day's work. It was called work, but there were actually very few employees and very few anomalies; it was just very quiet.
X and Li Xiang then started working on the passageway leading to headquarters again. With their previous experience, they were able to do it quickly this time, and they only needed time to replicate it.
Once the passageway is rebuilt, we can begin transferring the aliens.
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"Miss Curaçao?"
After finishing his workday, Sinclair spotted an unexpected figure in the staff canteen.
Upon hearing the voice that was almost etched into her bones, the silver-haired woman turned her head almost immediately. It was the English whiskey she remembered, even the little gestures were exactly the same.
If she hadn't been sitting in the staff canteen of this unfamiliar organization, she probably wouldn't have thought that everything she had experienced before was a dream, and that Sinclair was still that timid and obedient girl.
But... the Sinclair in her memory couldn't be faked, nor could Rum, who was nailed to a lamppost after being killed. What exactly happened?
“English whisky?” she called out his code name hesitantly.
"Just call me Sinclair. Have you joined Company L as well?"
The blond boy greeted his acquaintance and his companion, then sat down opposite Curaçao. He felt that something was off about this woman who had once been so kind to him.
Curaçao shook her head: "I was just brought back. You... have you been here all along?"
"Huh? I've been here the whole time. What happened?"
“I saw a man who looked exactly like you. He killed Mr. Rum.”
The boy opposite him suddenly went blank, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "What you are seeing is probably me from another world."
Curaçao thought about her own experiences, and her original worldview was completely destroyed. After hearing Sinclair's childish remarks, she didn't question them at all and just accepted them calmly.
The blond boy, however, seemed to recall something unpleasant and asked her for details. After receiving the answer from Curaçao, he inexplicably became somewhat gloomy.
“Our little Sinclair! What’s wrong with you, looking like this?” Don Quixote, his face covered in deleted data, suddenly appeared, a part of the large, indescribable ornament stuck directly to the side of Sinclair’s face closest to hers.
That eerie sensation completely extinguished Sinclair's will to live. What was there to be gloomy about? Nothing was more gloomy than the data deletion from his face.
"Oh dear," Don Quixote noticed the ornaments flying all over her face. She ripped the pieces that had gotten onto Sinclair's face back onto herself and, in doing so, noticed that the person Sinclair was talking to was a stranger. "And who is this?"
She sat down very smoothly next to Sinclair, the indescribable "object" or living thing in her eyes facing Curaçao.
The silver-haired woman was visibly becoming disoriented, her heterochromatic eyes staring directly at the digitized ornaments on Don Quixote's face.
“Miss Curaçao!” Sinclair called her name while turning her face away so she couldn’t see what was commonplace to them, but far too much for truly “ordinary people.”
"Is it my fault?" The blonde girl, whose hair was darker than the younger girl's, asked in a low voice. She turned her body away from the two of them. "Now there's no problem, right?"
After ignoring the strange, or rather bizarre, object, Curaçao regained her composure and asked with a mixture of surprise and doubt, "What is that?"
"Anomalies." That was still the only answer, because they didn't know what data deletion actually meant—was it a biological entity or something else? Nobody could say for sure.
"What are you doing?" A woman's voice came from behind them; a new acquaintance had appeared!
"Vermouth, you're here too? You're still alive?"
A beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair looked at the three oddly dressed people with a smile: "I didn't expect that even you would come. What, Rum actually let you come here?"
"What's wrong, Sinclair? What's with that expression?" Vermouth was halfway through her sentence when she was drawn to Sinclair's strange expression.
“Miss Curaçao, don’t look around. Many of my colleagues have Don Quixote’s face ornaments.”
After leaving those words, the blond boy rushed over to Vermouth, who still had a smile on her face, and whispered to his former colleague in Curaçao about Rum's death, which he had just learned about.
But Vermouth's reaction was not what he expected. She didn't seem to have touched a nerve with Curaçao at all. Instead, she replied naturally, "Sinclair, after three years in the organization, you still don't understand what a codename member represents?"
“It’s just that my boss died, it’s not a big deal, but…” She looked at Curaçao with a troubled expression, “I’m afraid you can’t go back. Has your supervisor invited you to join the company?”
After all, she went out with Rum and she was fine, but Rum died and couldn't even bring his body back. It just didn't make sense to the BOSS.
"Oh right, where's the manager? Didn't he come back with you?"
Don Quixote, with his back to the camera, discovered a blind spot: if Curaçao was brought back by him, then what about X?
X is picking up personality cards.
He had just finished packing up and sending the anomalies and employees away in batches when a spatial rift opened in the branch, causing a pile of tin cans to fall down, along with weapons and armor, which collided and crashed together.
Unlike the expected six-person team, only Faust, Rogja, and Heathcliff fell; the remaining three were reduced to thin cards.
Fortunately, there were only three of them, otherwise, the little hammer at the bottom might have been crushed to death by his colleagues piled on top of him. Now that there were only two people on top of him, poor Heathcliff was about to be flattened.
The two female colleagues weren't heavy, but Luo Jia's armor and weapon were quite substantial. Little Hammer, who was already struggling to eat and sleep, was almost sent to meet Old Earnshaw by this.
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Author's note: A tribute to the legendary well-behaved baby whose data was deleted. He didn't like to cause trouble, but he was also incredibly generous with accessories.
It's much better than that band that likes to make their managers work for free.
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