Dazai Osamu and Edogawa got separated, but rather than being separated, it was more like the detective got lost on his own.

However, Dazai Osamu was not worried about Edogawa Ranpo's safety. On the contrary, his attention was completely attracted by a strange smell.

It was a very complex, compound smell, like chocolate-flavored feathers entangled with a bee loaded with lily pollen, or some fresh fermenting milk with a hint of warm grass.

But the complex taste does not make people feel unpleasant. Instead, it has a charm that makes people feel particularly refreshed.

Dazai Osamu followed his own thoughts and quickly approached a village.

This is a village near a huge lake. Dazai Osamu is not sure where the source of the lake is, but he is sure that there is no one in the village.

But the closer he got to the village, the more distinct and familiar that strange smell became.

He soon stood in front of a very bright room. The huge glass window was the most obvious feature of the room.

This seems to be a workshop specializing in glassblowing. The furnace used to melt glass is still burning. There is even a half-finished handicraft on the workbench nearby. It looks like a very beautiful fish tank.

But the workers who were supposed to be working here were nowhere to be seen.

The young man in the light-colored windbreaker walked slowly to the back of the workshop, and then he saw a huge display cabinet and Edogawa Ranpo lying unconscious on the ground.

The detective's chest was still rising and falling. After confirming that the detective was just sleeping, Dazai Osamu did not move too hastily and continued to walk towards that direction at a leisurely pace.

The display cabinets are filled with various glass crafts, but the most common ones are fish tanks.

There is a goldfish in every fish tank. This should be a beautiful picture, but not every fish tank has water that can support the goldfish to survive.

Most fish tanks contain only a dying or dead goldfish, their colorful scales and overly beautiful tails like a sacrifice to aesthetics.

Only in the fish tank at the bottom was there some water, enough for the only remaining living red goldfish to spit bubbles in it. However, this fish tank seemed to be a defective product, with a piece of glass missing.

After checking the cabinet, Dazai Osamu turned around and prepared to show his love for his companions.

But just when he saw clearly that Edogawa Ranpo was holding a glass bottle that looked very ancient, he felt his sleeve being gently tugged.

It's that little ugly one.

His face was still pale, but somehow not as frightening as before.

Xiao Chou opened his mouth, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to be friendly, even though the smile made him look even weirder and paler.

"Would you like to try it?" Xiao Chou magically took out a glass bottle, which was half filled with a rainbow-like liquid.

"What will I see?" Dazai Osamu asked casually, looking at the smile on the detective's lips.

"And, is this an invitation?"

Xiao Chou pursed his bloodless lips and did not answer.

"I'm so sorry, I don't have any plans to change jobs in the near future."

Dazai Osamu looked at the pale-faced dwarf opposite him with a smile. Perhaps because of his words, the little ugly man's body began to tremble and the bells jingled, but Dazai Osamu's expression did not change at all.

"Besides..." The unfinished words disappeared abruptly with Xiao Chou, and also disappeared from the mouth of the young man in the light-colored windbreaker.

"Those who see through fate must endure the torture of fate."

These words suddenly appeared in my mind as I was wandering around Haiyin Temple.

When he began to realize his destiny, he was in torment, but what was written at the end of his destiny book must be a successful ending, if not, it must be rewritten by himself.

And now is that moment.

Naturally, it was easy to see what Yukio Mishima said when traveling back to Kaionji Temple.

And when he saw the white "book", he suddenly felt as if it was as he expected, just as if one foot had stepped onto the stairs and the other foot had also stepped on it.

The boy, who will soon become an adult at midnight tonight, just stared at everything in front of him with indifference.

Calmness and indifference seemed to be the most lasting things he displayed after he stepped into this place. Perhaps he had already become accustomed to all of the above things in his previous life, and one could even read an emotion like boredom on his face.

However, the way he looked at the "book" so directly seemed to have given rise to some fantasies in someone who was not completely dead.

"You... can, can see... after all," a hoarse voice came from the audience. It was Yukio Mishima. In the situation just now, he was still gasping for breath and able to make a hoarse voice, "We! We!"

The old man's mood suddenly became extremely high, like a crazy worshipper of some phenomenon, or like those fanatics in the Middle Ages who were willing to die to get close to that illusory hypocrite.

His mouth was opened ugly, his flesh had been almost completely turned inside out, and the skin around his mouth had been torn to a horrific extent. He was screaming, shouting out his final delusion.

"We were right after all..." Dark red blood was oozing out from the holes all over the body of the old man who was no longer recognizable as a human. He could only speak intermittently with the last remaining vocal cords. "Only you can see the 'book', only you... As long as you are swallowed by the book, everything will be fine..."

As if wanting to give a little hope to the poor and hateful ambitious man at the last minute, the bright white "book" finally fell gently into the hands of Haiyin Temple Suyou.

When the "book" fell, all the constraints on the tour of Haiyin Temple turned into dust.

However, Mishima Yukio's wish to see Kaionji Suyou being swallowed up and his wish to regain his human form did not come true.

The "book" has indeed merged into the Haiyin Temple tour, but rather than saying that the "book" has swallowed up the Haiyin Temple tour, it would be better to say that the Haiyin Temple tour has completely taken the "book" for itself.

The black ink of desire had once written on that clean white page with words of stealing the country and the world, but now that dark thing was completely disappeared and assimilated the moment it entered the young man's hands.

The colors of Haiyin Temple cling to it, and red light flows through it like blood, announcing that the change of sovereignty is being completed.

The black-haired, red-eyed boy stood up, and with his movement, the air pressure in the entire space seemed to be affected.

The floor made a horrible sound, as if it had been hit hard, and sank a distance before stopping. The steel explosion-proof wall was also shaking violently, as if it could be torn apart at any time.

Not to mention the spectator seats, which were crushed into pieces in just a moment, just like the chair that Haiyin Temple Suyou had sat on before.

And those ambitious people who should have left the stage of history were not spared.

Yukio Mishima screamed in despair, but he could no longer make any sound. He could only be crushed in silence, feeling frustrated, while the person involved acted as if he was playing with a piece of stale plasticine.

The power was more abundant than ever before. Even without looking at the numbers on the red notebook, Haiyin Temple Suyou knew that his faith value should have reached a very scary number at this moment.

The power that had been accumulating since the birth of the world was constantly pouring into Haiyin Temple's body. Countless sounds lingered around him, leaving him no chance to think about other problems.

"Dazed"

Someone is calling him.

"Bon Die!"

…

More and more languages, more and more voices, were calling him.

Obviously, the names in those languages ​​were completely different, but Haiyin Temple Suyou clearly felt that it was calling him.

More and more sounds gathered together, as if echoing on the surrounding materials, swirling around him into a vast sea of ​​sound, covering the sky.

Sweeping over the ground.

"Tour of Haiyin Temple"

Someone called his name.

It was a tone he was very familiar with.

Then, soon, more calls of his name echoed here, forming something like a red light strip, firmly tied to his essence.

Under the superposition of endless concepts, the Haiyin Temple tour seems to have lost its original form long ago, resembling a human but not a human.

However, these last voices from countless parallel worlds that had been destroyed were like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, or like a lighthouse on the sea in the fog, preventing him from getting lost in the increasing waves of sound.

He moves steadily, not bound by form or existence.

Countless things flowed around him, as if he had read a chronicle in an instant, but he did not feel any discomfort.

After an unknown amount of time, the light belonging to the "book" finally calmed down under the red light band centered on the Haiyin Temple, and slowly merged into the red notebook.

At this moment, Haiyin Temple Suyou also understood the nature of the system. It was the skeleton of the "book" in thousands of parallel worlds, and the white light he had just received was like himself, the last and only soul.

Now we are only one step away from reaching the sky.

Haiyinsi Suyou clenched his fists, his pulse was stronger and more powerful than ever before, his strength was so full, just a casual thought just now, all the ghosts and gods imprisoned in the underground of the Special Ability Agent Section were squeezed into balls in his palms, and were quickly swallowed and assimilated by his unstoppable power.

He seemed too powerful for this fragile and tiny world.

And this strength is enough to support him to act recklessly and vent his desires without restraint.

He casually glanced at the place where those high-ranking members of the Special Ability Special Agent Division had stood before, and an unknown anger instantly ignited in his chest, even though there was nothing there anymore.

But he understood that those who were easily killed by him were just some superficial filth.

During the time he played the pseudonym and what he saw himself, he had seen darkness that was more hateful and naked than this, and he had seen countless scenes of evil.

Elsewhere in the country, and even in the world, there are deeper levels of filth that have seeped in.

The reality of this world is so despairing. Although human eyes cannot penetrate the barrier of reinforced concrete, Haiyin Temple visitors can still easily sense what is happening outside.

Just as he had felt before, this world was so fragile and insignificant. When he had just replaced the world and possessed the ownership of the "book", the collapse of the world began quietly.

The consequences of the disappearance of the world's barrier have been verified by countless parallel worlds.

Being colonized or annexed by a higher-dimensional world, becoming a complete puppet, or simply expanding rapidly like every fading planet, and then breaking into pieces, like stars in the sky. Perhaps these fragments behind the chair still have a chance to give birth to the seedlings of a new world, but they will be far from the original ones.

Stop, I can't think about this anymore.

Too much knowledge and true indoctrination made Haiyinsi Suyou suddenly realize that his thinking began to change towards a metallic, cold, hard and inorganic nature. This should have been a good phenomenon because it made him more like a god, but it was also constantly moving away from the scope of human beings.

Haiyinsi Suyou sat down slowly with a cold expression, but his almost frozen movement was soon disturbed by the vibration from his mobile phone. What surprised him a little was that his mobile phone was still in his pocket.

At this moment, the little thing was shaking.

Perhaps it was because of his recent series of actions that the signal shielding device of the Special Ability Agent Section underground was damaged, and now he can receive information from the ground after a long delay.

The time on my phone had unknowingly gone from 11:59 to midnight.

After traveling back to Haiyin Temple, he realized that from that moment on, he had already celebrated his birthday.

A wonderful feeling

It arose spontaneously in his heart.

There is actually a message in the mailbox.

Haiyinsi Suyou slowly deleted a few spam emails, and the remaining ones he opened were all birthday wishes for him.

Even though he hadn't been together with his classmates for a long time, some of them still sent him blessings. Mao Lilan's text message showed her special concern for his current situation. Even Kudo Shinichi, who didn't get along well with him, sent him a text message with a malicious intent.

There are two left.

One is from Takashi Natsume.

One was from Ango Sakaguchi.

There are photos inside.

The photo sent by Takashi Natsume was taken in a certain summer. They were fishing together. The memories of the youth in Yahara seemed to be just yesterday. Even now, I can still recall the last time I said goodbye to Takashi Natsume. I hugged my cousin's sleeve and shed tears silently.

The photo sent by Ango Sakaguchi was a somewhat old one. His parents in the photo were still very young, and Officer Tateda had not yet started to grow a beard. Everything was so vivid. That was the 18-year-old appearance of his parents and beloved elders.

Emotions are really complicated things.

The human part resonated strongly, and Haiyinsi Suyou already knew what he should do. It was time to end everything.

Yes, let everything end, just like the eternal period of the text, a perfect and beautiful ending that belongs to him and the world, or in other words, a beginning.