Chapter 172: The Breath of Conspiracy
"You vicious bastard!" Fitzgerald clenched his fists and cursed.
Fitzgerald was able to fight his way up from a penniless bottom-class pauper to his current status and position. He was certainly not a fool. On the contrary, he was very smart and immediately realized that he had been fooled by that nasty guy Fyodor.
Fitzgerald was both angry and relieved about the result.
He was angry that he was so easily used, causing all members of the group to be provoked by the Transcendents and become prisoners of the Port Mafia. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel lucky that his beloved wife and daughter did not encounter any misfortune or be frightened.
"Dear Francis, don't you think it's too much to say that?" Fyodor complained in a falsely aggrieved tone, and then, without waiting for Fitzgerald to respond, he changed the subject: "But since you have completed my plan perfectly, I won't bother with you."
Hearing this, Dazai Osamu, the only intellectual in the room full of martial arts, showed a thoughtful expression, and put his bandaged hand on the window beside him, looking out the window with a serious look: "Is the course off?"
It was clearly a question, but Dazai Osamu turned it into an affirmative sentence. This was not good news for the port mafia who knew Dazai Osamu's abilities very well.
All the people on the ship gathered in this room. The fixed route that should have been set in advance was deviated. It was obvious that someone was behind this. It was obvious who was behind it. Apart from hacking into the electronic equipment on the ship, Fyodor, who was talking to them, had no other idea.
Douma's brows furrowed slightly, somewhat confused as to what Fyodor was up to. As a spoiler-savvy person, he naturally knew the part in the original work where the white whale was controlled by Fyodor to crash into Yokohama, and was successfully intercepted by Izumi Kyoka who defected from the Port Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency.
But here comes the problem. The direction of their world cannot be said to be exactly the same as the original work. It can only be said to be completely unrelated.
With the presence of the 'gravity user' Nakahara Chuuya on the spaceship, controlling the white whale to crash into Yokohama is simply a useless effort. At most, it would just add some insignificant trouble to them. The kind-hearted Russians who were evaluated as the black-hearted rats of the script team (crossed out) really couldn't think of this?
Douma could sense a conspiracy, but couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he had to focus on what was happening. He turned his head to look at the pianist and said, "Let's ask the captain of the white whale to come over and take a look."
After receiving the boss's order, the pianist collected the piano wires tied to Captain Herman Melville, pulled him up from the ground, and warned him coldly: "Go ahead, don't make any small moves."
Herman Melville, who was freed, shrugged his shoulders, moved his stiff wrists, and walked to the window to look out under the gaze of everyone. His face, which had remained calm even after being caught, gradually became ugly.
There was no need for extra words. Just by looking at the change in Herman Melville's expression, the other people in the room understood everything. Dazai Osamu's discovery was true and the course had deviated.
As if he could read people's minds from a distance, Fyodor chuckled amid the solemn expressions of the crowd: "As expected of Dazai-kun, you are always surprisingly sharp and nothing can be hidden from you."
During the war between the group and the port mafia, while they were not paying attention to the abnormality, Fyodor used the virus implanted in advance to successfully take over the white whale under everyone's feet.
On the other side, Herman Melville frantically flipped out the control panel of the spaceship. The new route displayed on it was clearly to have his white whale crash into Yokohama.
Knowing the current situation, Herman Melville, who knew that it was useless to find the leader, quickly walked over to Douma, who was the most talkative, and handed over the control panel in his hands with both hands: "Master Transcendence, please take a look at this."
Douma casually took the control panel and glanced at the screen. As expected, the development made his brows furrow even tighter. Something was wrong. There must be something wrong.
The previous lesson taught Douma that although the world he is in now is just a novel and comic in the three-dimensional world, there is no conclusion of the plot from beginning to end. Everything that seems to rigidly follow the original plot is the result of manipulation by someone with ulterior motives.
Therefore, Fyodor, who controlled the white whale to crash into Yokohama even though he knew it was a futile effort, must have been plotting something else behind the scenes.
The development of the original plot and the ultimate purpose of the Five Decays of Heaven, a series of information surged in Douma's mind and finally settled on the "book".
How could he have almost forgotten that no matter what the ultimate goal of the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Man was, the only way for them to achieve their wish was through the "book" that claimed to be able to fulfill all wishes. Everything else was just a nuisance and a preparatory step.
Although it may sound a bit boastful, Douma can say with certainty that even if all the Five Destiny members were mobilized, they would not be able to snatch the "book" from him by force. As one of the members of the Fumino drama group, the Five Destiny members cannot be unaware of this, so their goal this time is easy to determine.
Farming mountain fire!
The Special Powers Division had kept the "book" for a period of time, and Douma was 99% sure that the dishonest bald man must have secretly hidden the pages of the book behind his back.
When the old fox handed him the 'book', Douma had guessed about this, but in order not to appear too aggressive or overbearing, he did not mention it. Unexpectedly, it caused trouble now.
"Contact Chief Taneda of the Special Powers Division."
"Notify Mr. Mori to prepare for rescue."
Suddenly, two voices rang out simultaneously in the room where everyone was keeping quiet. Douma, who had suggested contacting Taneda Santoka, looked at Dazai Osamu in surprise, and slowly asked a question: Rescue? What rescue? Taneda Santoka?
Dazai Osamu did not explain immediately, but instead signaled his partner to come over and help with his eyes.
Nakahara Chuuya, who was called over, did not raise any objections. He silently used gravity to crush the electronic devices that Dazai Osamu pointed at into powder one by one.
After everything was done, Dazai Osamu, who had been silently checking the equipment, turned around and explained, "Now we can say that Feijia can't see or hear our conversation through these."
Douma nodded to show that he understood, and then said, "We need to contact the Special Powers Division immediately. I suspect that Fyodor's target is Chief Taneda."
In fact, more than that, Taneda Santoka can only be regarded as the interim target of the Five Degenerations of Heaven, and using the combined psychics to cause chaos in Yokohama is also one of their goals.
"Captain Taneda?" Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows, thinking that things might be more interesting than he thought.
Although he had not been able to make such a calculation due to the lack of some intelligence, since his boss, whom he had never been able to see through, had said so, it must be true. Dazai Osamu, who unexpectedly trusted Douma's judgment, thought so.
"As for the rescue..." Douma pondered for a moment, and after knowing some of the conditions and answers, he quickly realized what Dazai Osamu meant.
If they want to take action against the director of the Special Powers Department, they need to at least fish him out from the headquarters. To fish him out, they have to create an unprecedented chaos in Yokohama. Apparently, this wave of small-scale fighting by the combination is not enough, and Fyodor has other tricks up his sleeve!
Otherwise, unless the Five Degenerates of Heaven did not care and let their leader, the 'Godly' Sakurachi Fukuchi, reveal his identity and take action personally, it would be impossible for the other members of the Five Degenerates of Heaven to force their way into the headquarters of the Special Powers Division and snatch the pages of the book from Taneda Santoka's hands with their direct combat capabilities.
Realizing that a catastrophe was about to happen, Douma quickly gave an order: "Not just the port mafia, send someone to the Armed Detective Agency immediately. They must be informed of this as soon as possible."
Before this, Douma had been consciously avoiding the Armed Detective Agency that lived in the same city as him.
Ranpo Edogawa, who was in a different camp, was extremely childish and did not know that silence was golden. To Douma, who had a fatal weakness, sunlight, at that time, he was like a bomb that could explode at any time.
Of course, now that Douma has evolved into the ultimate creature with the help of the blue spider lily, and no longer has any fatal weaknesses, he no longer needs to avoid the world's number one detective.
There is a high possibility that a man-made disaster will occur in Yokohama soon. Douma, who has become a qualified leader, will not let go of the enthusiastic citizens who are free labor (crossed out) like the Armed Detective Agency.
The capitalist who deserves to be hung on the street light: Douma: Free labor, take it.
Apart from other things, when a large-scale riot occurs, [Please Don't Die] with Akiko Yoshino can be regarded as the most powerful skill, which can effectively reduce casualties without leaving sequelae. Hmm... after being "treated" by a doctor who is good at using an electric saw, the mental trauma left behind does not count. (bushi)
"Yes, I'll have someone notify them right away." Gin, who was striving to become the boss's most trusted right-hand man, responded first before anyone else spoke. He then took out the communicator from his coat pocket with great power and dialed the number quickly and elegantly.
Douma was naturally relieved to leave the matter to Gin, who had done a good job. He looked around and scanned the faces of the members of the group one by one. Then he turned to Nakahara Chuuya and asked, "Chuuya, I'll leave the out-of-control white whale to you. Is that okay?"
"No problem, I can handle it by myself." Nakahara Chuuya nodded without hesitation.
"Very good." Douma raised his lips in satisfaction, and then said to everyone: "Let Chuuya handle the white whale. It's time for us to evacuate."
The fighter planes used by the port mafia to forcibly land on the beluga whale are still parked on top of the beluga whale. All they need to do now is to return to the original route and get back to the ground safely.
Being able to fly is amazing! Douma retracted his envious and jealous look from Nakahara Chuuya, and called Fitzgerald, who seemed to have misunderstood something, to leave together: "Let's go, Francis, if we don't hurry up, the spaceship will crash."
However, Fyodor, who did not try to save face and had schemed Fitzgerald to the point where he was almost exhausted, could call Fitzgerald by his name openly. As a person who had helped the other party with kindness, he should not be unqualified to call Fitzgerald by his name directly.
Fitzgerald, who thought that the evacuation of the port mafia did not include them, was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head with a complicated look and said sincerely: "Sir, you are a truly respectable gentleman."
"Hahahaha——it's nothing." Douma said with embarrassment.
Recently, the people in the technical department have been paying attention to the real-time surveillance of the entire city, but they have not been able to find Howard Lovecraft. It is obvious that he has suffered a great loss and has not recovered yet.
As for the possibility of Kazuto's death, Douma doesn't believe it at all, okay? That's Kazuto, even if it's the infinite weakened version in the novel, his immortality is absolutely real, and he can't die no matter who dies.
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Douma started chatting: "Come to think of it, it's a good thing that your daughter didn't get into a plane crash."
"You?" Fitzgerald immediately thought of the mysterious little note and the crashed plane that he had not boarded by a hair's breadth. He stammered a few times and finally bowed 90 degrees in shame: "I am deeply sorry for everything that happened before. Please forgive my offense."