They are said to be a group of people from the Armed Detective Agency, but in fact they also include Mori Ogai and Taneda Sanhuotou.

"Dazai, your goal is not to destroy Yokohama." Edogawa Ranpo was coaxed, and he began to pore over Dazai's script again.

The detective from the Armed Detective Agency spoke with a firm tone, as if he had some decisive evidence.

Dazai still closed his eyes, and only he knew what he was thinking.

"Oh? How did you know that, Ranpo-kun?" Dazai asked casually, narrowing his eyes.

Of course, although it seems to be spoken casually, it is actually the result of careful consideration.

Ranpo Edogawa is a detective.

This means that he has the common problem of detectives. Whether he is passive or active, he will explain his reasoning process.

So at this time, he only needed to ask a question following what Edogawa Ranpo said.

As a detective, Mr. Ranpo will take the initiative to tell his reasoning process.

"After all, if you really want to destroy Yokohama..." Edogawa Ranpo also saw what Dazai was thinking, but still spoke in accordance with his thoughts.

After all, there were not only him and Dazai present, but also many stupid young children!

"If you really wanted to, you wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to restrict those infected," said Edogawa Ranpo.

"So this is what you think, Ranpo-kun..." Dazai did not comment, but just said this meaningfully.

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A not-so-famous coffee shop in a commercial street near Leibo Street in Yokohama.

Soothing music was playing in this particularly cozy coffee shop. A black-haired young man wearing a conspicuous white hat was sitting in a corner near the back.

He held a cup of cappuccino in his hand and a book on his knees. His other hand was stroking the pages, and there was a gentleness in his purple-red eyes.

The young man took a sip of coffee and turned a page of the book on his knees with his left hand.

The sunlight filtered through the transparent glass, casting a silhouette of a window on the table not far from him. Of course, some light also fell on him.

The young man is bathed in the sunshine, his eyes fixed on the pages of the book illuminated by the sun, and an aura of tranquility and leisure surrounds him.

The wind chimes at the door of the coffee shop rang, and a man with white hair walked in along with the sound.

He was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a stand-up collar jacket, the clothes almost covered half of his face, his soft short hair hung obediently around his cheeks, and his pair of pink pupils made him look even more harmless.

The man was not tall, about 1.75 meters, wearing thick-soled boots, and his cape drew a beautiful arc behind him as he moved.

He walked towards the black-haired young man who was reading a book in the corner with great purpose.

Soon, the chair opposite the young man was pulled away.

Fyodor looked up when he heard the voice and saw the man's face. He smiled warmly without changing his expression and pulled up the mask hanging on his chin. "Hello."

The man stared at him intently, his pink pupils gradually filled with fanatical emotions, and he leaned forward subconsciously, but then he quickly realized something and sat back down.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Are you the 'commander' of the Ark, Mr. Fyodor?"

Fyodor raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have heard some random name.