"Secondly, thank you very much for taking care of Luanbu."

"Finally, I hope you can kill me."

"ha?"

After Dazai said these three sentences, almost everyone present was stunned.

——Probably except for two script masters.

"Are you kidding me?" Yoseno Akiko even picked up her big axe, "You guys who just give up your life so easily...stay alive!"

Dazai turned a deaf ear and even closed his eyes.

Those beautiful iris-colored eyes were covered by thin eyelids, and people could not understand his current emotions from his eyes.

But there was an air of gloom and decadence clearly surrounding him, which made his words more credible.

"So you were the one who sent Ranpo-sama here... You are the Dazai Osamu of Ranpo-sama." Ranpo Edogawa approached him and said, his beautiful emerald eyes now fully open, "You have the book, right?"

Dazai opened his eyes upon hearing this, chuckled and did not deny it, but only sighed, "As expected of Ranpo-san."

"Of course, Ranpo-sama is the world's number one detective!" Edogawa Ranpo said proudly, with his hands on his hips. Then he remembered the business and continued to ask, "Then how could your world be destroyed? You just need to write the logical result in the book."

"How could it be that in the end, you have no choice but to send me, Ranpo-sama, away from that world and wait for the end of the world to come?"

Edogawa Ranpo looked at him.

Dazai sat up a little straighter, repeated his words, tilted his head slightly, and said lazily, "Why? Ranpo-san, how about you guess?"

"It's cheating to seek the answer without deducing the result," Dazai said.

Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo looked at each other.

"It's a boring game." Dazai commented, and then continued, "You don't have that ability, right?"

"According to the information that Ranpo-san revealed to us, the 'Book' is not a completely universal wish-granting machine. It exists in the form of barter."

"So, the price Mr. Ranpo paid to revive his parents was... health."

"And you can't afford the price of saving the whole world." Dazai Osamu laughed, and there seemed to be some dark emotions accumulated in his iris-colored eyes.

The young man with iris eyes flashed for a moment, and said calmly, "If I hadn't saved my world, how could I be here?"

"After all, I am part of the 'world'." Dazai said with a smile.

The young man with the same face as him put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and the two pairs of eyes with the same color looked at each other, as if looking in a mirror, and both of them had unknown smiles on their faces.