——But that’s different from what Professor Eye said.

Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes and stared at him. The gaze from those beautiful green eyes seemed to tear through all of Dazai's disguises and reach deep inside.

Being looked at like that, Dazai could hardly control himself and recalled the death of Edogawa Ranpo.

——

He and Ranpo Edogawa have a plan.

They learned about the existence of higher-dimensional souls from the "book".

In the "Book", there are several examples of higher-dimensional souls saving the world.

Of course, he and Ranpo Edogawa did not expect a high-dimensional soul like Superman to suddenly appear and save the world.

This kind of thing is absolutely impossible to happen.

What's more, they don't want this to happen.

What they need is an "opportunity", not a "hero".

But neither of them knew how to get this "opportunity".

High-dimensional souls are not cabbages. How can they find them just because they want to?

Besides, people are divided into good and bad. Even if they find the so-called high-dimensional soul, how can they know whether it is good or bad?

But by this time, their world had collapsed to the point of no return.

Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu looked at each other, and saw the helplessness of near despair in each other's eyes.

Finally, Edogawa Ranpo gave up and proposed a method that they both knew was impossible, "Why don't you take the "book" and restart the world again."

Dazai looked back at him innocently, sighed, and threw the "book" to him. "I tried, but it didn't work."

Edogawa Ranpo took the "book", flipped through it, and pointed at the words on the "book", "It seems that you have tried more than just restarting the world."

"Well, I've tried all the feasible methods I can think of." Dazai Osamu nodded and closed his eyes tiredly.

"It seems that this is the only way." He covered his eyes with his arms and said this almost with a sigh.

Edogawa lost interest after flipping through the book twice, and threw the "book" to the kind Russian who had just come in through the door.

The Russian in heavy winter clothing subconsciously took the "book", opened it and flipped through it, showing an interested look, "Failed?"

"There's no need to ask such questions—" Edogawa Ranpo dragged out his voice, raised his hands and stretched lazily.

"That's true." Fyodor agreed. He picked up the book and flipped through it, but found no interest and casually put it on the low table next to him.

All three of them tried, whether it was writing a barter transaction in a book or painstakingly making up a logical outcome...

Nothing will happen.

"Dazai, your 'book' is a pirated copy." Fyodor once said this with a raised eyebrow after failing in his attempt to write down his wish.

"Ah...isn't our world full of piracy?" Dazai Osamu was reading a book at the time. Hearing this, he glanced at him casually and said.

"Waiting to die in a silent world seems to be a good experience." Fyodor found a chair and sat down, picked up the "book" he had just thrown on the table, and put it on his face to block the light.

"How can everything be so quiet? There are infected people wandering everywhere outside. Are you blind?" Dazai Osamu still subconsciously scolded Fyodor.

"Oh? Am I not speaking for you?" Fyodor replied calmly.