“What a brilliant deduction.” Dazai clapped his hands perfunctorily, his iris-colored eyes darkening.
Will he believe the demon's words that "there are not enough clues to infer the ultimate goal"?
Maybe it was just an excuse to put him off.
But why?
Dazai couldn't imagine it.
Although he and Fyodor think in very similar ways, they are two different people after all, and their experiences and information are different.
Then there is no way for the other person to guess some decisions that need to be made under specific circumstances.
Dazai thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason, so he could only put this problem deep in his heart.
He had a question, would Ranpo-san tell the rat about this information?
Although their relationship is indeed good, Ranpo-san is not a person who would transfer his feelings.
What's more, the rat on his side was not dead yet...at least it was not dead before Ranpo-san left.
Therefore, the cause of transference can be basically ruled out.
But the familiarity that Fyodor showed towards them could not be fake. If he had not empathized with them, Ranpo-san would not have revealed so much information to Mouse.
If it was Fukuzawa Tsuyoshi, the dwarf, or Mori Gugai, it would be possible - no, for Mori Gugai it was not just a possibility, transference and giving it away for free were a done deal.
Who caused the poor Mr. Mori Ogai to die young?
Dazai's eyes were dark, and the malice in them was about to overflow.
The so-called Mr. Ogai Mori died in the first week before everything started.
Week 2…
"It seems that Zhijun has thought of a lot in an instant?" Fyodor looked at him with interest and kindly suggested, "You seem to be in a bad mood, how about... talking to Mouse?"
Dazai was brought back to reality by Fyodor's words. Hearing this, he pulled the corner of his mouth with a forced smile, "Are you... suddenly thinking of doing something good?"
Just kidding, this guy is definitely trying to take advantage of the opportunity to gain intelligence.
"Hmm? I always do good things." Fyodor smiled. "Today, that person praised me as a kind-hearted Russian."
Dazai: ...
Thanks for the invitation, but... I feel disgusted.
Fyodor also knew that he couldn't possibly believe such nonsense, but why not do something that could disgust Dazai?
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Meanwhile, at another place on Leibo Street.
The man in white and the spider user who had previously confronted Nakahara Chuuya are now in their own house.
The man in white was named Awashima, but his exact name was unclear—or perhaps even he had forgotten it.
The man next to Awashima was named Nakata, and his name was also unclear.
At this time, Nakata stood respectfully beside Awashima and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what should we do next?"
Awashima narrowed his pink pupils and fixed his gaze on a brother and sister who were playing not far away - or rather, they were not playing brother and sister, because they looked like they were ready to take advantage of an opportunity to snatch the wallet of a passerby in front of them.
"Nakata, do you want to survive?" Awashima asked without raising his head, playing with the folding knife in his hand.
"Of course! If I didn't want to survive, why would I go looking for this damn virus?!"
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