Osamu Dazai kicked open the creaking old wooden door.

The temporary residence built beside the artificial coast can barely meet the minimum living needs, and there are not many modern supplies.There are only some fragmented and small objects placed around the house, which shows that there is no one living here.

The young man who came here for the first time looked around the room back and forth, put down the child who was held under his arm again, and fell carelessly on the sofa with good texture.Legs crossed in a disgruntled look.

"They're not here." Osamu Dazai whispered to himself.

As early as when he swam to this island, he noticed this cabin hidden near the artificial coast.It's just that time was tight at the time, and he didn't have time to meet the man who turned into a milk cat every day, so he consciously skipped this area.

Fyodor, who looked like a child, rubbed his waist silently, and looked away from the trash can that occupied a lot of space in the house, "At this point in time, it's time to go to any restaurant for lunch."

Both of them are playing tacitly.

Pandora's Actor and Mikhail did not wait for them here, and this move revealed some news.The simplest point is to temporarily change the identities of several people, especially Pandora, what will be done in the name of Osamu Dazai.

If there is no accident, there is no need for them to take action in the subsequent incidents on this island.

"Okay, then the next step is to destroy this supernatural weapon."

Feeling suddenly relieved, Osamu Dazai tilted his head, placed the slightly dusty briefcase on the wooden table in the center of the room, and asked casually, "Fei Jia, do you have a gun?"

He intends to destroy the "shell" immediately, a decent weapon is essential.

Ferdor had an innocent expression on his face, with his arms folded around his chest, staring at the young man in front of him, "I seem to have that thing?"

"That's right." The curly-haired young man touched his nose, as if he had finally come to his senses.

Osamu Dazai usually doesn't know how to carry a gun, not even a decent weapon.But in the later period of that memory, he always stuffed the roulette with storage function to the brim, like a humanoid self-propelled arsenal.

On rare occasions when it is inconvenient to equip a roulette, as long as you ask Fyodor, you can always get a satisfactory answer.

But this does not include the shrunken version of the young devil whose body has not been transformed back to its original shape.

"Let me look for it... Ah, sure enough they have left behind." Dazai Osamu rummaged through the wooden house, and finally managed to find a pistol and a prepared magazine in the depths of the empty closet.

He quickly changed the magazine, pulled the safety catch and aimed at the briefcase on the table.Although he couldn't fully integrate the physical skills in that memory, he learned more knowledge about firearms than before, and his techniques were much more sophisticated.

After all, after the fate line is swapped, the ability becomes a purely auxiliary "self", which can only attack through this mode.

Fyodor came to the side of the young man, his eyes also fell on the briefcase that could destroy Yokohama in an instant, and asked in a flat tone: "Is it going to be destroyed so easily?"

The scruples I once told my colleagues in the detective agency were no excuses.

Osamu Dazai simply put himself in the position of Pandora, guessing that he might tamper with the "shell", so he didn't rush to destroy it immediately.However, such worries are no longer necessary.

"Originally I was worried that Pandora's Actor would play tricks, but it didn't help the situation, not to mention that he didn't stay here. In addition, Dun Jun described that the lady named Wells destroyed the fake briefcase The whole process of this kind of thing can be solved only by bullets.”

With a careless expression, the young man aimed his gun at the briefcase on the table for a long time, but he never made any further moves.

Fyodor closed his eyes slightly, "Aren't you going to shoot?"

"Why don't you come?"

"..."

The young boy sighed helplessly, and waved his hand to signal the curly-haired youth to stand aside. At the same time, he took the pistol in his hand, which was too big for his body, and aimed at the briefcase with difficulty.

Osamu Dazai, who was just mentioning it casually, squatted down and witnessed Majin's serious expression. His expression was empty, and his tone seemed to be unbelievable.

"No, are you serious? Isn't this small body okay?"

Fyodor was silent for a while, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up slightly, threatening in an elegant tone: "Mr. Dazai, you'd better reorganize the language."

Even if he doesn't particularly care about these things, there are still some things that shouldn't be said.

Osamu Dazai immediately laughed strangely, the smile deep in his eyes made his expression look very delicate, and he teased: "To be honest, before I experienced that, I always thought you were frigid."

Fyodor was expressionless, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to the other party's performance, and caught off guard and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!!"

The pungent gunpowder smell filled the air, the spinning bullets sank into the briefcase, and accompanied by the subtle cracking sound covered by the roar of the gunfire, the long-silent supernatural weapon "shell" finally ushered in the end of its lifespan.

After all, the young child's body couldn't bear the recoil of the gun, and Fyodor was not a purely combat-type supernatural power user, so he fell on his back in an instant, and the whole person fell on the sofa.

The curly-haired young man on the side laughed unscrupulously.

"Ah... Let me just say, if you can't do it, don't be brave." Osamu Dazai struggled to hold back his smile, hurriedly walked to the side of the frowning child, and threw the pistol that was still emitting warmth from the muzzle aside.

He peeled off the opponent's shirt two or three times, carefully observed the red marks on his chest, and judged based on his own experience: "The bruises are quite serious, and it won't work if you don't rest for a while."

In fact, Fyodor, who didn't think this little injury would affect anything, let Osamu Dazai, who was in a good mood, fiddle with his dead eyes.After that, he was carried to a small bed in the back room, so that he could rest in peace and recuperate.

It is conceivable how immersed this bandage-turned-spirited young man is in this extremely weird play house.

Osamu Dazai is so childish sometimes.

"There are ice cubes in the refrigerator, Mr. Demon, you should lie down and have a good rest." After searching the whole house, the young man who finally found the necessary materials with difficulty stuck his head out at the door of the bedroom.

He waved to the child lying on the bed, and with a smirk on his face, he took out a small square bag from his pocket.He found it in the bedside table in the bedroom next door, a large box completely unopened, obviously not used by anyone who lived here recently.

But think about it, neither Pandora nor Mikhail likes to use this kind of thing.

In the absence of plastic bags that can hold ice cubes, Osamu Dazai decided to use local materials, and latex sleeves are obviously a good choice.Although this thing is fluorescent, it should be no problem if it is only used as an ice pack.

It's just that the look in Fyodor's kid's eyes became more and more disgusting.

Osamu Dazai smiled strangely, and came to the bedside with a sealed "ice bag" filled with ice cubes.In order to prevent the oily liquid that came with it from being easy to clean, he also washed it with soapy water first, barely making the thing in his hand more like an ice pack for ice compresses.

Who told someone to pull the trigger beyond his control.

Anyway, there is no need for them to participate in the rest of the matter.

──

This artificial island floating with the waves in the sea may be more appropriately described as a boat.The bell tower located in the center is also equivalent to the island's bridge, and is the core of the entire island.

The young man in a camel trench coat walked to the top of the clock tower with clear steps, where a young man in a suit was waiting for something.

"Osamu Dazai" stopped when the distance between the two was only one meter away, bowed slightly, and his kite-colored eyes, which were slightly covered by bangs, were full of affection.

"Miss, you are like the dust and sand of stars wandering in the long river of time, ethereal and charming. Your beauty has deeply impressed my soul, no matter what, please die with me!"

His tone was extremely elegant, as if he was praising the indescribable beauty in this world, and the smile on his face would fascinate countless people.But savoring the content of the words carefully will make people's expression stiff, and they can't help but wonder whether such a handsome guy has something wrong with his mind.

"..."

The "man" who was invited to die in love didn't move. He seemed to be refuting something carefully, and he didn't move for a while.

The young man who didn't get an answer for a long time asked again without asking, "Miss?"

"I didn't expect to meet again on such an occasion, Mr. Actor." The other party sighed slightly, finally confirmed something, and removed all the fine camouflage on his face.

The one exposed to the young man's sight was a young woman with long blond hair, who was also a colleague he was very familiar with.With a serious expression, she looked back at Pandora's Actor, who was restraining her smile, and there was an unknown emotion in the depths of her eyes.

H. G. Wells.

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