Led by Fukuzawa Yukichi to the downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, Kaiinji Suyu took the time to glance at the barrage before going upstairs. The "audience" from the other world were still discussing enthusiastically, which was exactly the effect he wanted.
[Just now, I looked towards Fukuzawa Yukichi from Kaion-ji Temple.]
[Really? I watched the replay and it really happened]
[But that’s not right. If you look at it this way, Kaionji is too confident. Is he so sure that Fukuzawa Yukichi will save him?]
[So it’s a coincidence]
Such a discussion did not seem to cause much splash, but looking at the several faith points in the red notebook that had increased as a result of this discussion, Haiyin Temple was still very satisfied.
Michel Ende's appearance before had already brought about a wave of faith value increase, and the barrage seemed to have subconsciously regarded the god he fabricated as a setting. This was an excellent start.
"Hainan Temple."
Someone called his name, awakening his thoughts about the trip to Haiyin Temple.
The detective with beautiful green eyes looked at him calmly, with a rare lack of relief on his face.
"Sorry, Mr. Edogawa, I was a little distracted just now." Kaionji Suyou apologized politely.
"You have something else to ask of the president." The detective said this in an affirmative tone, his eyes as pure as glass seemed to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance.
Haiyinsi Suyou looked calmly at the young man, not showing any panic at having his thoughts exposed.
"Almost, but it's just to survive." This was not a lie. Not long after leaving the Armed Detective Agency, Kaionji Suyu remembered who this young man named Edogawa Ranpo was.
His father once mentioned this detective who couldn't see ghosts but could miraculously deduce the truth, so Haiyin Temple Tour had never thought of lying from the beginning.
"After all, I am very unfortunate to be able to see those guys." Haiyin Temple Suyou said softly.
This method seemed to really work. Kaionji Suyu heard a loud huff from the young detective on the opposite side, but judging from the fact that Edogawa Ranpo was no longer pressing him, his words just now had achieved the desired effect.
But something he didn't expect seemed to happen.
"You can see a lot of things," the detective said in a determined tone.
He was not surprised that the young man was traveling along the Kaionji Road and that he could see Ranpo Edogawa, but he was a little puzzled by the excitement revealed in the young man's words.
His experiences from childhood to adulthood made him not consider from the beginning that Edogawa Ranpo might be pursuing someone who wanted to see ghosts and gods.
"Your clairvoyance is capable of growth, right?"
This made Haiyinsi Suyou slightly stunned.
However, this slight movement seemed to make Edogawa Ranpo more certain of his guess.
"So how did you do it?" The black-haired detective stared at the high school boy in front of him with his green eyes, as if he had forgotten that this was a person who needed to be rescued. His heart and eyes were full of curiosity.
This should be an extremely private matter, at least for psychics, this kind of thing may even be a secret method passed down in the family for thousands of years.
However, Edogawa Ranpo knew nothing about ghosts and gods before this, and he hated to listen to these conventions.
Knowing that the disadvantages of things beyond one's ability far outweigh the advantages, apart from lunatics who pursue power to the extreme, probably only people like Edogawa Ranpo would be interested in these things that psychics avoid.
"I don't know much about this, but I heard from my father that the government seems to have done some research in this area. Maybe with their help, we can find out something."
This was clearly an evasive statement, and even Edogawa Ranpo could hear it clearly.
"Tsk, I hope you come out of this encounter with those government guys intact. I don't want to question a big idiot who has been sliced into pieces."
The detective was undoubtedly somewhat dissatisfied with what Kaiinji Suyou said, but due to Fukuzawa Yukichi's strict defense, he knew very little about ghosts and gods, and was unable to accurately infer the reason why Kaiinji Suyou's clairvoyance ability had increased.
"Kaion Temple." A swordsman in kimono walked in from outside and called the male high school student's name, breaking the silent awkwardness.
Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed to have just finished a conversation with someone, and the aroma of tea from the reception room was still lingering around him.
Following behind him was a man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase. This should be the person who had just negotiated with Fukuzawa Yukichi.
He secretly took a look at the ordinary-looking man in a suit. Based on his experience, Haiyinsi Suyu had already recognized that this man was probably a member of the Special Ability Section.
He walked towards the man in the suit naturally, and politely thanked the swordsman when passing by Fukuzawa Yukichi.
Fukuzawa Yukichi did not say anything, but continued to stand there expressionlessly. He just nodded, signaling Kaionji Suyou and the man to leave.
After watching the high school student disappear completely, Edogawa Ranpo, who had been silent ever since Fukuzawa Yukichi came in, jumped up from the sofa as if he had regained energy.
"President." The detective narrowed his eyes again, looking much more relaxed than before. However, this sentence, which was so simple that it barely formed a sentence, was enough to make Fukuzawa Yukichi understand Edogawa Ranpo's further intentions.
Fukuzawa Yukichi just looked in a certain direction outside the window, as if he didn't hear the detective's voice.
This time, Edogawa Ranpo did not get upset as usual because his words were ignored. Instead, he was much calmer.
"Is this what Mr. Natsume meant?" The black-haired detective opened his eyes again, and his bright green eyes were filled with a rare maturity that suited his age.
The swordsman known as the "Silver Wolf" turned around and seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Edogawa Ranpo.
The young man regained his usual relaxed expression, and his sharp green eyes, which had rarely been shown just now, disappeared again, looking a little lazy.
"Anyway," the detective picked up the soda bottle on the coffee table and shook it twice. The transparent glass marbles inside made a pleasant sound. "It's the complicated world of adults again."
"An urban legend?" Dazai Osamu looked at the information in front of him and softly recited the first few words.
The cold light from the computer screen shone on his face, making the young man look a little pale.
There seemed to be something black moving slowly in the corner of the dim room, but the young man in the light-colored windbreaker seemed to be unable to see anything.
Dazai Osamu was carefully reading the information about the boy who appeared in Yokohama without any warning. The first thing that caught his eye was the discussion of the urban legend of the so-called "Innocent Queen" in a niche forum.
What is strange is that although Dazai Osamu successfully found the account that originally released this urban legend through a psychic with relevant supernatural powers, he was unable to track the IP and user information of this account at all, as if it was protected by a hacker with more sophisticated skills than the psychic or a more powerful psychic.
This is not right. As a former member of the Port Mafia, Dazai Osamu must be aware of the impact this boy will have on the entire Yokohama.
Although it is not known whether the rumor that the little king can make all wishes come true, if this is true, then all the forces in Yokohama will flock to this child named Michel Ender.
Even though fulfilling the wish in this way would come at a huge cost, it is almost foreseeable that this child will create a situation that may be even more chaotic than the Dragon War of that year.
Dazai Osamu casually pressed the refresh icon of the forum, and a post that had just been published caught his attention.
[After I made a wish to the Queen of Innocence, my flowers really grew the next day! 】
This is the title of the post, and there is also a picture in the post, which is a flower blooming in a pot.
The moment he saw the picture, Dazai Osamu's breathing stopped for a moment.
Photos are alive.
In other words, the strange flower in the photo is alive.
In the still picture, the huge flower half a person's height is stretching towards the sunlight in the photo, spreading in all directions with its moving branches.
Even though the pixels of the lush leaves extending from the roots are compressed, you can still detect a kind of rubbery texture, like a moving human face, making strange expressions through the leaf veins.
Dazai Osamu stared at the picture; all his past knowledge of botany was useless here.
He had studied plants for a hobby in the past, but the thing in this photo was not a species of plant that he had ever seen or knew.
It is not even certain whether it is a plant.
It seems that not everyone can see this abnormality. I don’t know where the traffic for this post came from, but it became extremely popular as soon as it was released.
But almost all the replies did not notice anything unusual, and the only reply about whether the flower moved was quickly drowned out by the exclamations.
The special ability called "No Longer Human" played its role faithfully, allowing Dazai Osamu to remain clear-headed in this situation.
The young man pressed the refresh icon again, but this time, the screen showed "The post you visited has been deleted."
Dazai Osamu had expected this.
He randomly clicked on some posts with words like "Queen of Innocence" in the title, and even those posts were mysteriously deleted.
The young man in the light-colored windbreaker took his hand off the mouse and fell backwards as if he was exhausted. The soft back of the chair caught him steadily.
But before the back of the chair could be warmed by the young man's body temperature, the black-haired member of the Armed Detective Agency suddenly stood up from his seat.
The hem of the windbreaker was lifted up by the air flow from his fast walking and fluttered behind the young man.
Dazai Osamu strode towards the kitchen. He was not frightened by the ghosts and gods he saw on his way, but they were eventually destroyed by the young man's special ability.
And only at the moment when they were reduced to ashes, the black-haired former port mafia official gave them a little glance.
He walked straight to the kitchen. Next to the sink was an aluminum medicine board with a small pile of wet pills next to it. They were sticky together, as if someone had roughly broken them all out, poured them all into the sink, and then picked them up one by one in boredom.
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"You're too nervous, Dazai."
As far as he can remember, Mori Ogai, who was still an underground doctor, handed him a whole box of medicine. This was probably one of the few times that Mori Ogai took the initiative to prescribe medicine for Dazai Osamu.
He had just been picked up by Morigu and took it curiously, asking, "If I eat all of this at once, can I commit suicide successfully?"
"It's probably very difficult," the underground doctor replied calmly, "You have to take your medicine well recently. The child will only get better if he is obedient."
Dazai Osamu was naturally disgusted by the man's coaxing tone like a child, and taking medicine obediently was definitely not his style.
However, being able to obtain the medicine from Mori Osamu was a blessing in disguise, so Dazai Osamu still accepted the medicine with reluctance, and held it with his fingertips with a bit of disdain.
When he was about to leave to try out a new suicide method, the underground doctor's voice came faintly from behind him:
“Some things are easier if you can’t see them.”
*******
Dazai Osamu came back to his senses from his thoughts and looked out through the kitchen window.
From the perspective of young people, the world seems normal.
Compared to the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons" seen by ordinary psychics, the world of this former port mafia cadre seems to be much cleaner.
But if there is any stain, it is a huge stain.
The whole world seems like some kind of absurd tragicomedy, as if God made a mistake in making a deal with Satan and grafted a corner of hell onto the human world.
A giant taller than the landmark of Yokohama rose from the ground, and the red and black demons shouted in the city that only a few people could hear.
Although he knew that the fighting between gangs was far away, Dazai Osamu still seemed to hear faint wailing.
I have to admit that Nakahara Chuuya is undoubtedly the strongest fighter in the Port Mafia, but I don't know which unlucky guy he ran into.
"What a little slug with brains and muscles."
The young man in a light-colored windbreaker let out a light sigh and casually swept all the pills on the table into the sink, turning a blind eye to the miserable state of the pills.
The refrigerator door was opened, and Dazai Osamu skillfully took out the can of crab meat and placed it on the counter, replacing the position of the pills.
After putting the cans away, he turned on the tap and watched indifferently as the pills melted in the water and eventually mixed and flowed down the drain.
The cell phone placed aside lit up, and it seemed that someone had sent a text message.
But the black-haired young man just glanced over there indifferently and smiled indifferently.
"Sure enough, it ended really early..."