"You are really crazy, Zhijun." After figuring this out, Fyodor lifted one leg and put it on the other leg, looked up and smiled at Dazai.

Yes, crazy.

Fyodor has seen Dazai's world, and recently he has begun to hear rumors of an "opportunity" that can grant power.

As a demon, Fyodor certainly couldn't believe such absurd rumors, but there is no smoke without fire, and he was sure that there was definitely someone manipulating these rumors behind the scenes.

What’s more, similar situations have indeed occurred recently.

The first thing that Fyodor thought of was the "virus" in Dazai's world. It's no wonder that he had such an association, but the description of that message was indeed very targeted.

Not to mention the somewhat vague description of increasing strength, other descriptions include "originated from Lei Bo Street" and "there will be red marks on the body.

Fyodor thought that anyone with a brain should be able to guess what this meant.

The so-called "chance" is the "virus" that caused the disaster in Dazai's world.

Fyodor looked at Dazai with some amusement, his purple-red eyes showed nothing but interest and support, he almost had the words "the more entertainment the better" written on his face.

"If I remember correctly, Dazai-kun in this world is a person who loves Yokohama." Fyodor looked at him with a smile, as if he was just sighing, but in fact it was full of temptation.

"But I think Fedya should understand," Dazai narrowed his eyes. He felt that if he didn't say something about him to satisfy Fedor's curiosity, his plan would be greatly hindered.

But... who cares about that?

"The world is different." Dazai tilted his head, dragged out Fyodor's nickname, and asked in a puzzled but actually mocking tone, "Don't you think Fyodor knows?"

Fyodor looked at him calmly and said slowly, "For example, you became the leader there, but Dazai-kun here didn't have the same status?"

The young man with iris eyes looked at him, always with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Zhijun, I've always wondered what you needed to do with [the book]." Fyodor's tone was calm, not as confident as other detectives. Instead, it was a flat, emotionless tone, and the words he uttered did not sound like he was stating reasoning, but rather like he was stating facts.

"Combined with the information that Ranpo-san brought us earlier, your world has suffered a large-scale infection. It is reasonable to guess that there should be nothing left in your world."

"And now, the so-called "infected" have appeared in this world, so you are ruled out from wanting to transfer the "disaster" to other worlds through the "book."

"The Infected is just the bait you brought to get the book. Unfortunately, I don't have enough clues now, so I can't guess your specific purpose." Fyodor said, "I don't know the mechanism of the "book", but I believe you will not succeed."

At this point, the man with semi-long black hair laughed, his tone slow and low, "Because only one of us can get the "book."

"But there is one thing I don't agree with you on." Fyodor narrowed his red eyes, "A book can be known by more than two people - it just can't be written by two people who disagree."

"After all, a book can only fulfill one wish, but wishes can fulfill many."