Secret Deal

The young man imprisoned in the armored vehicle had a look of disbelief on his face. He widened his eyes in shock, and then quickly came to his senses.

That's not the president.

The young man with long silver hair was wearing the same military uniform as the Hound. He had one hand resting lightly on the sword at his waist, looking casual. His serious face gave people a sense of majesty without even getting angry.

Very similar to the president, but not exactly the same.

"Dazai." The silver-haired man spoke, then turned around and walked out. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Dazai Osamu snapped his fingers, and the handcuffs fell off his hands. He jumped out of the car nimbly, and then turned his head to observe the surroundings.

The vehicle only drove for 35 minutes at most, and the area seemed like a dry sandy land, with a long stretch of yellow sand and only a little green at the end of the sight.

It was as if he had deliberately found a deserted place in order to escape surveillance.

Fukuzawa walked in front, and the two of them walked forward slowly as if they were taking a stroll. When Dazai looked back again, the car they had come from had disappeared.

"From now on, Dazai Osamu, a member of the Armed Detective Agency, is imprisoned in Meursault Prison for his crimes." Fukuzawa said, and he tilted his head to meet the eyes that were looking at him. "Do you understand, Dazai?"

The man's tone was dignified and unyielding, like someone in a superior position.

"Got it, Mr. Fukuzawa." Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets and spoke casually.

He did not address the "Fukuzawa" in front of him as the president, and Fukuzawa seemed to have read his thoughts, but he did not care.

The Fukuzawa Yukichi in front of me is another Fukuzawa Yukichi. He is not the president, just like Ranpo, probably a product of the laboratory.

No... the result should not be as simple as that smoke. Dazai Osamu guessed that instead of believing that these two people were copies from the laboratory, it would be better to suspect that they came from another world.

Combined with the description of the "treasure", Dazai Osamu guessed that the two Ranbu might have discussed it long ago and had a countermeasure.

"Is all this another Ranpo's plan?" Dazai Osamu asked, "It's really sudden, but if it's the president's order, then I have no choice but to obey."

The black-haired young man spread his hands nonchalantly. Fuze turned his head and paused: "No, the only ones who know about this are you, me, and a few people from Hound. Ranbu can guess, but he will not interfere with this plan."

This statement surprised Dazai Osamu, but before he could ask, Fukuzawa had already explained.

"Dazai, I need you to cooperate with the port mafia and intercept the detective agency before they can successfully deliver the goods."

The eavesdropping device hidden in the corner of his clothes was completely crushed, and Dazai Osamu's smile faded.

"May I know the reason for doing this?"

In the distance, the sun quietly set, taking away the last ray of sunlight. From high in the sky came the roar of a helicopter, and a sudden gust of wind blew up from the flat ground, with fine sand blinding the eyes.

Dazai Osamu didn't hear the explanation in the end, as the silver-haired figure had already turned his back, holding his hat. The helicopter in the sky slowly descended, and a familiar red light appeared.

"Huh? Dazai?!"

As the first street light came on, more lights appeared before night fell completely.

The black shadow was swaying, and because of the instability of the street light above, the shadow was shaking slightly. The harsh mechanical sound in my ears continued intermittently. After confirming that the monitor was ineffective, I took off my headphones in a hurry.

Dazai himself suggested installing a listening device, but he didn't hear any useful information.

He told the rest of the detective agency that he and Dazai were left behind by Officer Minoura. Out of trust in Officer Minoura, the responsible and reliable Kunikida Doppo allowed the two to stay overnight.

But it was already night, and he was still walking alone on the street.

From a distance, he saw a figure bending over and sneaking around. The man had a watermelon-like hairstyle and a wrinkled green suit.

"Criminals will return to the scene to admire their own achievements." A faint voice sounded.

Ogurutarou was startled, his whole body stiffened, cold sweat dripped down his forehead. After turning his head, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

A black-haired boy in a detective outfit? He half-closed his eyes and had a "determined to win" smile on his face. This made Oguri Mushitaro nervous, and when he thought about what the man in front of him had just said, he frowned again.

He had finally escaped from that damn place, he couldn't go back in again.

"What did you say? I don't think I know you." Ogurutarou pretended to be calm and tugged at his tie.

His perfect crime is absolutely impossible to be discovered. The detective boy in front of him is just making excuses!

Thinking of this, Ogurutarou heaved a sigh of relief and straightened his back. But the person in front of him smiled and leaned forward, which made him feel guilty.

"Don't you doubt that it's so easy for you to escape?" Ranpo stood up, hands on hips, "Ranpo, I'm the most powerful detective in the world - Edogawa Ranpo."

Ogurutarou swallowed his saliva and complained about this slightly immature boy in his heart. But when he thought about the process of his escape, something wrong came to his mind again.

It was indeed too smooth. Although he was very confident in his ability, he couldn't help but doubt it after being reminded.

The man in front of him seemed confident that his ability would not be discovered, but a few simple words made him panic. If it were Edogawa Ranpo, he would probably point out his method of committing the crime directly.

That is a psychological blow that is more effective than physical damage. It only takes a few simple sentences to make them understand the difference between each other.

But there was no one else on the scene, so Luan Bu had no intention of pretending. He would indeed do this, using words to reveal the deepest secrets of the enemy's heart, but that was only limited to when there was a conflict of interest.

It was no coincidence that I met Oguri Mushitaro here. After Dazai was taken away, the people in the dark couldn't wait to take action.

Ogurutarou, who thought he had escaped by chance, probably didn't notice the sight in the dark. However, Ranpo didn't intend to remind him, he just pointed out his identity and walked ahead.

The pair of eyes finally looked away, and Ogurutarou heaved a sigh of relief. He thought it was an unexpected incident, but just as he turned around and prepared to go in another direction, the air in front of him twisted and a hand holding a gun stretched out.

As his pupils dilated, Oguri Mushitaro heard the sound of a gunshot not far away. His body moved almost subconsciously in his desire to survive.

But before that, he felt a powerful blow to his calf, and then he was thrown forward uncontrollably. His knee was in great pain, but the feeling of having escaped a disaster made him gasp for air.

After kicking the man down, Luan Bu stood there without moving. The bullet did not hit him, and disappeared into the cobblestone road not far away like a threat.

A flash of light passed by, and a complete human figure appeared in the air where there was only a hand. The man in white clothes and a white hood laughed loudly.

He held his hat with one hand, with a playful smile on his face: "What a surprise, Mr. Detective. When did you guess it?"

The person who suddenly appeared in front of him was Gogol, one of the Five Degenerates of Heaven, who was the mastermind behind Oguri Mushitaro. It was not entirely correct to call him the mastermind, as Ranpo saw that this guy was probably following Fyodor's arrangements.

Gogol opened his arms, and the white cloak behind him fluttered high even without wind. "So! Now, guess my supernatural power."

The man in an ugly outfit had a carefree smile. He covered one eye and had a scar-like pattern on the other eye.

"It is possible to connect the space under the tent to other places," Ranpo said.

Ogurutarou knelt on the ground with his eyes wide open. The invisible pressure made him subconsciously slow down his breathing.

After a moment's silence, the ugly-dressed man burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, interesting, interesting! Edogawa Ranpo, the smartest detective in the world."

A hand stretched out from behind my back, and the cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at the back of my head, as if the wrong answer would be the end.

"Fyodor said that we can find you by following this man. You must come here to clear Dazai Osamu's name." Gogol put one hand under the awning and snapped his fingers with the other hand. "Hey! Now ask: Where did the captured criminal Dazai Osamu go?"

"Probably in prison."

Listening to the casual conversation between the two, Oguri Mushitaro roughly understood that the detective was just trying to use him, to use his supernatural powers to clear his friend of the charges.

Thinking of this, he inevitably became angry. After standing up, he took a few steps back to see the situation clearly.

The gun was pointed at the back of the detective's head, and the little white guy had a crazy smile, as if he was about to pull the trigger in the next second.

"No." Gogol became even more excited. "No, no, no! Dazai Osamu is not in prison. The answer is wrong!"

It had only been a few hours since he and Dazai Osamu had parted ways, but these few hours were enough time for something unexpected to happen. Ranpo rested his index finger on his chin and frowned as he thought.

Is it the one from the Special Powers Division that Dazai Osamu asked for help? No, no, it's...

Before he could think of a suitable person, the hand holding the gun suddenly came over. The hand circled his neck and tightened it like a noose.

"Last chance, great detective, please answer the question. Where is the other person who looks exactly like you?" Gogol asked with a smile, not caring at all that he looked like a threat.

"After all, this was a request from my best friend Fyodor. If the mission is accomplished, he promised to tell me a secret - hehe."

Fyodor is not outside, but he still has the means to communicate with the outside world.

Gogol's presence must have been because Fyodor noticed the existence of another world. Luanbu's arrival disrupted his original plan, so he needed to find the change and solve it.

But no one in the detective agency noticed the change, let alone the "little clown" in front of them with a wild smile and eccentric behavior.

But according to Ranbu's speculation, Dazai Osamu should be on his way to prison now, and he and Fyodor D will be restrained when he takes action later.

But Gogol would come and say that he did not see Dazai in a specific place.

There was a change of plan.

"He said he would tell you a secret, but he didn't say whether it was the secret you wanted to know or some other secret." Ranbu said calmly, and then pulled the hand off his neck with one hand.

After realizing this, Gogol began to think: "That's right. It seems that I was taken advantage of by my best friend."

The two men stood very close to each other, seemingly plotting something. Now was the best opportunity to sneak away.

Koguruma Taro took a few steps back and ran in the opposite direction without hesitation. He was getting farther and farther away from the two strange guys, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his feet suddenly felt empty.

His body suddenly fell down, and then fell to the ground with a "bang". Looking at the two familiar people, Ogurutarou covered his face with his hands expressionlessly.

"It's very rude to run away secretly." Gogol put one hand on his waist and the other on the shoulder of the person next to him, "I am very satisfied with this deal! Then I will give this person to you as a gift for the deal."

Being used as a trading item, Ogurutarou was speechless, but in terms of strength and intelligence, it seemed that he could not escape safely.

Before the person in front of him braced himself and was about to walk away, Luan Bu casually grabbed the long white braid. The person in front of him fell backwards, but did not fall to the ground.

"Three days, only three days." Luan Bu emphasized again, "You bring what I want, and I will give you the answer."

Gogol is just like his appearance as a little clown, he is also a crazy little clown. His best friend Fyodor D is not a good friend worth giving everything for.

"Fyodor is probably alive because he's waiting for me to kill him, hahahaha, but..." Gogol's expression was a little serious, "Before that, I want to know what his superpowers are."

After seeing Gogol's intention, Ranpo easily nodded and agreed to the "deal". After finding Dazai Osamu and bringing him to him, he told Gogol what Fyodor D's supernatural power was.

It is not clear what Fyodor's special ability is, but he also does not think that Dazai Osamu can be found in Gogol.

Simply put, it was just a deal proposed casually to get this crazy person in front of him to leave temporarily.

Before leaving, Gogol seemed to suddenly remember something and turned his head deliberately.

"You are very interesting, so detective, do you know that there is a supernatural power in this world that can control other people's thoughts?"

Although such a supernatural power has never been seen before, it is not unheard of. Gogol's emphasis on this made Ranbu start to think about why he deliberately kept it a secret.

The ability to control other people's thoughts...

Since Gogol said this, he must have controlled the holder of this power. The purpose of this reminder is either that this power will threaten the people around him, or that there are already "hostages".

Nakajima Atsushi...

This name came to my mind, and the person who had been missing for a long time now had a reason. The person who was laughing quietly with his eyes wide open had already left wrapped in a cloak.

He finally understood why Fyodor focused his attention on him.

Nakajima Atsushi, who came from another world like him, might have fallen into their hands and the other party had obtained important information about him. This is why there has been no news about Atsushi for so long.

After learning this, his mood was not that complicated. Ranpo was not worried that Nakajima Atsushi would die, he was just a little worried about what role the other Nakajima Atsushi would play as a trump card.

"Hey! As a reward for saving me just now, you can make a request." Ogurutarou said with a grim expression.

The man in front of me is no different from those who took advantage of him. I found him now just because I want to borrow his abilities.

Thinking this way, he comforted himself with a clear conscience. As long as he agreed to one of his requests, they would owe each other nothing!

"Then take me back to the detective agency." Ranbu asked bluntly.

It was almost midnight, how could a detective agency be open so late at night? Besides, transportation was not convenient in this world, so it seemed they could only walk back.

But these are not the most important things. What is important is that the guy could have made other requests, but in the end he only made such a simple one.

Ogurutarou's mood became even more complicated: "Hey, you..."

"I'm hungry. Let's eat first."

Seeing Ranpo walking away while talking to himself, Kogurutarou felt overwhelmed. But since he had already said it, he could only bite the bullet and follow.