No explanation

The feeling of swallowing water was not pleasant. After a few violent coughs, the water that was swallowed was spit out.

A pair of hands landed steadily on his shoulders, and then pressed down his back. The sound in his ears was very vague, and a hand firmly pinched his chin, forcing him to open his mouth.

"Breathe! Walk around, open your mouth and breathe." A faintly anxious voice said, "It's okay, it's okay..."

He reacted subconsciously, holding his breath and taking a few steps. He knelt on the ground with someone's knees propped up under his abdomen.

His wet hair stuck to his cheeks, and the wind blew away the remaining warmth on his body. A cloak fell down, and he subconsciously wrapped himself tightly.

My vision became clear, but my eyes still felt sore. I raised my head and saw that the person in front of me looked relieved.

"Great." Allen Poe breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a little helpless. "Walk around? What should I do next?"

Luanbu knelt and sat up, holding his forehead with one hand: "Next... Next..."

As if he was distracted, he suddenly fell backwards with one hand on his knee. He lay on the cold and hard ground, squinting his eyes and looking like a scoundrel: "Whatever! I don't care about anything. It has nothing to do with me anyway."

The hand that was half extended was retracted. Poe and Carl looked at each other, then lowered their heads again: "Then, then forget it. If you walk around like this, you'll catch a cold."

Quite appropriately, a gust of cold wind blew by and Luanbu sneezed.

Poe's support was not to help the agency; in fact, he was lying in bed when the news of the chaos came.

Late at night, Luanbu told him that if he didn't send him a message within half an hour, he would go look for it.

This was very strange, but thinking of Ranbu who might die because of the loss of contact, Edgar Allan Poe chatted with Carl and got up to look for him.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Carl went forward with the book, temporarily put the person into the book, and escaped without alarming anyone.

Carl the raccoon came over with his wet head and made a few strokes in the air with his two paws. He was trying to comfort Luanbu for his taciturn master, but it seemed to be of no use.

It is not because of "losing" that he is devastated. With his head dizzy, Ranbu needs to concentrate very hard to analyze.

The two temporarily found a hotel and learned about the current situation through TV reports.

Looking at the familiar figure on the TV screen, Lu Ren sighed in his heart.

What a trouble...

Such a big thing happened, but 005 is still missing. I'm afraid that guy was caught by someone with ulterior motives because of carelessness. When Lu Ninja thought of this, he wanted to laugh.

There were intermittent coughing sounds in the room. Looking at Luanbu who was wrapped in a quilt, Edgar Allan Poe suddenly realized that in this situation, he needed to drink something hot.

But it was somewhat unrealistic to let Carl go, so after much thought, Poe pushed the door and walked out.

Although he changed into clean clothes, his body temperature was hard to recover because he had been in the water for too long. The room was very quiet, and during this little time alone, Luanbu quickly figured out the current situation.

After sneezing again, Luanbu rubbed his nose and closed the computer on the bed.

There was chaos in Yokohama. Although no more people were infected due to the timely intervention of the military and police, the same chaos broke out in several places in Yokohama at almost the same time.

For a while, the detective agency was regarded as the culprit of everything and the police issued a wanted order.

This was not much different from what he expected, except that Nakajima's appearance surprised Ranpo. But he knew that the situation was not that simple, and the most critical blessed land that made all this possible would not be given up so easily.

He should have paid more attention to Fudi. He had been staying in the detective agency for a while, and the peaceful and quiet atmosphere blurred his judgment.

Now is not the time to rest. The most important thing is to find Nakajima who has been transformed into a vampire and help him recover.

As for other things, as for the wanted detective agency...

The green eyes opened and closed, and after a mumble, he sat up with shaky steps.

But as soon as he stood up, the feeling of weakness told him that what he needed most now was rest and food.

Following the example of Edgar Allan Poe, he covered his eyes with his hair, wore a white shirt that was slightly larger, and rolled up his black trousers at the cuffs.

What an impeccable disguise.

Edgar Allan Poe looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. He looked at the man who was walking unsteadily, and hesitated whether to speak.

The sound of sirens came closer and closer. Without caring about controlling other infected people, the detective members present moved closer to the figure.

"Don't get bitten!" Yoseno Akiko reminded loudly, "Don't worry about hurting Atsushi, I'm here."

After hearing this, the rest of the people stopped holding back. After nodding and talking to each other, they finalized the battle plan.

Kunikida Dopo was half-crouching behind a pillar. He was closest to Nakajima, but he had nothing to control him.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not leave immediately. I don’t know if it was a mission from the port mafia or something else, but he seemed to be planning to capture Nakajima alive.

The phone that kept ringing was still not answered, and they still couldn't contact Dazai.

Surrounding the two people fighting, the people in the four corners were ready to go. At this moment, a red figure appeared from a height, and then fell down, stirring up a huge cloud of dust.

"President?" He loosened the rope on Yoseno Akiko's hand and immediately reminded the others to stay put.

Fu Ze, wearing a red military uniform and holding a long sword, swung it so fast that it created a gust of wind.

The blade landed on the black Rashomon, and although it did not cut it off, the huge force made Akutagawa frown.

It's the president of the detective agency.

Fukuzawa moved quickly, turning the knife around at the critical moment and slashing down with the back of the knife. Then he used his free hand to press down on Nakajima's head, and easily pushed it into the floor.

Cracks appeared like spider webs, and a huge pit appeared.

But the detective agency members present had a strange feeling. For a moment, their supernatural powers seemed to be affected and they felt out of control.

The dust cleared, and Fukuzawa carried the unconscious Nakajima on his shoulders. The drawn sword was sheathed, and the man with long silver hair said expressionlessly: "I'll take it first, and you guys should leave quickly too."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after meeting the "President" for the first time, they felt a sense of security. But before they could ask about the current situation, the figure quickly disappeared from their sight.

There were signs of destruction along the way, and in the distance, the wreckage of the crashed helicopter could be seen.

Behind him, Allan Poe was still looking around. There was only a police line at the unmanned intersection. Luanbu directly tore through the cordon and went in. He looked up and observed the situation nearby, and determined the direction based on the faint sound.

But just as he took the first step, his eyes blurred and a hand fell on his shoulder.

"No need to go, Luanbu."

It was a familiar voice. I raised my head and felt dazed when I saw that face.

"Mr. Fukuzawa."

Looking at the slightly pale face, Fukuzawa pursed his lips and said, "Atsushi has already arranged it. We don't need to interfere."

Luanbu swallowed and his shoulders slumped. His eyes were half-closed weakly, and the rise and fall of his chest became more obvious.

There were questions I wanted to ask, and things I wanted to ask, but as we met, I became tired.

After burying his head in that broad chest, Luanbu closed his eyes: "I understand."

They can't get too involved in the direction of this world, and Lu Shinobi knew this a long time ago. Now it seems that Fukuzawa also understands this, so he acquiesces to Fukuchi's plan.

No... there is another more crucial point. The reason why Fukuzawa is so determined is probably because of 005's "exposure".

The guy had been on guard against him, but he didn't expect that Edogawa Ranpo had already noticed something was wrong. That's why Mr. Fukuzawa felt that he was deceived.

"Where's 005?" Luanbu looked up and asked.

A hand landed on his head, and although it was rubbed gently, Luanbu still felt dizzy.

He doesn't belong to this world and really shouldn't interfere.

The man who was standing fell straight down. Poe was startled, but someone was quicker than him.

"Let's go." The man with long silver hair sounded intimidating without even getting angry, and his tone carried a tone that left no room for argument.

The person walking in front was walking very fast. After looking left and right, Edgar Allan Poe hurriedly followed after being reminded by Carl.

The sleeping man frowned uneasily, as if he was feeling cold, and he unconsciously wrapped the quilt tighter around him.

There was a slight sound that shouldn't have woken up the person lying on the sofa, but after a "tsk" sound, the pair of green eyes opened.

"Awake?" Tiaoye Caiju's tone was a little surprised. "You have a fever. You should rest well now."

Luanbu sat up. He didn't know how long he had slept, but the unfamiliar place and the throbbing pain in his forehead made him feel bad.

"You speak too loudly." Tetsuya Suehiro, who was sitting on the other side, said expressionlessly.

Tiaoye Caiju raised her eyebrows, spread her hands and said, "It's obviously the iron intestines. The sound you made when you bit the egg shell was too loud."

Eating eggs in their shells is just bad taste.

Luanbu was not awakened by the sound of talking, but by screams and cries for help. Those desperate cries would wake up even a dead person.

〖Woo woo! Save my deer ninja, woo woo...〗

〖They bullied me! Deer Ninja! They are all bad people. I am so sad why they treat me like this. I am just an ordinary cat.〗

The tearful accusation and the extremely aggrieved voice. 005 was locked in a cage, not only were his hands and feet tied up, but even his mouth was sealed to prevent him from making a "meow meow" sound.

Sitting on the cage was a red-haired "girl" wearing a familiar military uniform. She was the deputy captain of the hound team.

The noise hurt the deer ninja's ears. Although he didn't want to pay attention, he still said weakly: "What's wrong..."

After a brief silence, 005 started to cry and accuse——