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When Osamu Dazai pushed open the door of the bar, there was already a person sitting on the counter inside the bar.

When he opened the door and entered, the bar owner had just mixed a glass of wine, and the round ice cubes in the whiskey swirled round in the glass with the movement of his arm, making a crisp sound when it touched the glass wall.

"Boss—the ice-chiseling skills have retreated—" Dazai Osamu pushed aside the chair and sat down in front of the bar, and at the same time snatched the glass of wine from the bar owner very rudely.

Under the dim light in the bar, the orange-yellow transparent liquid presents an extremely crystal-clear texture, reflecting fine fragments of light like flowing gemstones.

The ice cubes melt slowly in the whiskey, and the room temperature is not too high, but a layer of mist quickly hangs on the wall of the glass.

"...that glass is not yours," the bar owner raised the ice pick in his hand speechlessly, "don't grab Oda's drink."

"No," Osamu Dazai shook his head, and lay down on the bar counter, "The boss will put poison in the next cup, right? Yes, yes?"

"No," the boss said blankly, "I'll add a few drops of dish soap to you at most."

"Poison is not enough. At most, I will vomit bubbles for a day after drinking it."

The red-haired man sitting next to him let out a muffled laugh.

"Wow, Odasaku, you actually laughed at me." Osamu Dazai flicked his wine glass, making a clear glass sound.

"Cough," Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand to cover the smile on his lips, "Boss, let me have another drink."

His drink was snatched by Osamu Dazai, and now he has to ask for another glass.

"Be careful that the boss puts dish soap," Osamu Dazai said while ignoring the boss's counterattack of "the dish soap is for you" in the background sound, shaking his hand, "Odasaku came here earlier than me today."

Before he came in, he thought he was the first to arrive, but he didn't expect that there was already a person sitting on the bar counter after opening the door.

Oda: "Ah, because the detective agency doesn't squeeze employees?"

In the afternoon, there was no entrustment or case that the police station could not solve. Everyone left early, and everyone was absent from work.

"Odasaku." Dazai Squeezing Employees Ji's tone was faint, "Don't think I didn't hear that you were implicating me."

Staying up late and working overtime is purely the behavior of Mafia's subordinates who didn't finish their work, and it has nothing to do with him as the leader.

"Is this already a clear indication?" A voice suddenly appeared next to him.

Ango Sakaguchi heaved a sigh of relief, put down the briefcase in his hand, and nodded to the boss: "Ice water is fine, I came by car today."

"Ah..." Osamu Dazai pretended to look around, "Did someone talk just now?"

Ango: "..."

"Ango actually got off work at this hour. The company must have closed down, right?" Osamu Dazai ignored him and gestured towards the bartending area behind the bar, "The boss must make a super strong drink."

"It would be nice to have an extra pump of dish soap."

"What is detergent?" Sakaguchi Yasugo sighed tiredly, "...don't worry, I'm a civil servant, and if there are no accidents, the company will not go bankrupt in this lifetime."

Even if the port Mafia goes bankrupt, it's impossible for their supernatural secret service department to close down.

"Also, I haven't got off work yet, and I have to drive back after drinking later."

If it weren't for Dazai Osamu's several fatal serial calls, he might set an example in the department and work overtime with his subordinates until the sky is dark.

The department responsible for port Mafia is actually busier than their real Mafia.

"Where do you have to work so many shifts all day long?" Osamu Dazai complained silently, "Obviously we didn't do anything yesterday."

Ango Sakaguchi:?

You were fighting in Warehouse Street yesterday, and now the corpses are not cleaned up. The person who assassinated you went dark all night and even piled up faxes from the department. Now the entire Mafia intelligence department and the supernatural secret service department in the port are working overtime. What are you talking to me about? Didn't do it?

"For the sake of everyone staying up all night last night," he finally took a sip of water speechlessly, and dialed the information he took out of his bag to Osamu Dazai, "Please help me draw the range."

The Supernatural Secret Service Division needs to eliminate the list of organizations that threatened Yokohama's public security last night. All of Yokohama knows who should be on this list. I'm afraid it's Osamu Dazai who was assassinated overnight.

From a certain point of view, asking the parties directly without investigation is simply cheating.

"Ango, you actually come to work in a bar." Osamu Dazai took the information and began to dislike it. "The things you listed are meaningless. The area that was captured yesterday will be used for smuggling in the future."

Counting these organizations is of no significance to cracking down on illegal and criminal activities in Yokohama, and probably can only regulate some Yokohama law and order.

This is probably not the business scope of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Last night's fighting was at most a daily dispute in the inner world, and had nothing to do with supernatural beings. When the Fighting Department finished its headquarters, it would naturally resolve these organizations.

At least half of these organizations in the supernatural agent department have been reduced after tonight.

He picked and picked, like ordering food, circled a few organizations that probably won't be involved in the near future, and then threw the list on the table: "Probably that's all."

"You have to act quickly," he reminded kindly, "or these organizations will be gone in a few days."

Sakaguchi Ango: "... Is it really okay for you to tell me this?"

Do Osamu Dazai still remember that he is a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division?Is it really okay to just tell him that the land will be used as a transit point for smuggling in the future?

"We have always supported the blossoming of local organizations in Yokohama." Osamu Dazai said seriously.

"Really?" Sakaguchi Ango asked with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"Really," Osamu Dazai nodded, "So it's normal to destroy flowers with hands, right?"

"It's normal." Oda Sakunosuke nodded in affirmation.

Oda Sakunosuke, are you really a member of the Armed Detective Agency, not a spy placed by Mafia at the port?

Ango Sakaguchi: "...so why on earth should I be friends with the two of you?"

A mafia leader, a member of the Armed Detective Agency who is in charge of arming, and a head of the Supernatural Secret Service who specializes in monitoring the movements of the port Mafia, why do they get together in this bar?

It was Oda Sakunosuke in the office who found something wrong at first.

It's only early seven o'clock in the morning, why did he come to the office so early to work?

Oda Sakunosuke looked around suspiciously, time seemed to be pressed the fast-forward button, and the sunflowers on the balcony with a few buds were just picked out from his memory, and they bloomed into pink when he was not paying attention; Suddenly there was only one or two bags of snacks left in the mountain; the client whose commission schedule was scheduled until next Monday knocked on the door of the detective agency just before dawn.

Odasaku took out his mobile phone from his bag in a daze, and the time on the calendar was three days longer than he remembered.

How could he not remember these three days?He lost his memory?

The memory in his mind was messed up for some reason, he only remembered that there was a strong light on his retina that was enough to blind anyone a second ago, and when he opened his eyes, he was in the armed detective agency in the early morning.

The sun had just risen from the sky, revealing a fuzzy orange silhouette. Kunikida, who usually went to work the earliest at the detective agency, had just gone upstairs when he was startled by Oda Sakunosuke standing at the door.

"Oda?" He took a step back and sighed sincerely, "You went to work early today."

"Yeah." Although he didn't know what happened, Oda Sakunosuke touched his collar habitually and said, "I got up early today."

The tie under the collar is his usual way of knotting, which means that it is indeed he who gets up early and wears a tie to work.

So what happened during the period when he lost his memory, that is, the period from that white light to the present?

Odasaku checked his body up and down by the reflection of the window next to him. There was no wound on his body, and there was no sign of a severe blow to the head. It was not that he was attacked on the way to work.

Why did he inexplicably forget the memory of this period of time?

"Kunikida?" Oda Sakunosuke decided to insinuate, "Do you know what I did yesterday?"

"Huh?" Kunikida Doppo was busy receiving clients, and inexplicably raised his head in the midst of his busy schedule, "You yesterday?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded.

Since he was not injured, it is only possible that he came into contact with a person with unknown abilities during the process of handling the commission. If this is the case, it is impossible that there are no relevant records and action materials in the detective agency.

As he asked, he habitually searched for the place on his desk where unprocessed entrusted materials were habitually placed.

Um?empty?

"You didn't come to work yesterday." Kunikida's inexplicable voice came.

"The president asked you and Akutagawa to rest for a few days before coming back to the detective agency." He was anxious to understand the situation with the client, and left in a hurry, "After all, preventing the destruction of the world is not a trivial matter, right?"

Although he doesn't know how the world is going to be destroyed now, all the descriptions about what Akutagawa and Oda did when they went out are from Mr. Ranpo.

It's not that Mr. Ranpo is unreliable. The main reason is that when Oda Saku came back, he was still carrying thick snacks. Does it really look like the world has been destroyed?

Eh?Are you talking about thick dim sum or black tea rolls...

The memory in Kunikida's mind was in a trance for a moment, he shook his head, and led the client into the reception room dedicated to the detective agency.

More memories were loaded slowly with Kunikida Doppo's words, Oda Sakunosuke's mouth was faster than his brain, and before his brain finished recalling what happened before, his mouth asked first: "Is Haruki Iyama not on vacation?"

Apart from him and Akutagawa, the Butei employees who were present at that time also had Haruki Iyama?Why did the president only approve the holidays for the two of them?

"Who?" Kunikida Doppo, who had just closed the door, opened a crack in the door and shouted in a higher voice, "I didn't hear you clearly—I'll talk about it after I've dealt with this request."

The wooden door was closed with a bang, and Oda Sakunosuke scratched his head strangely.

Since he is standing here now, it means that at least the world is still safe. Maybe Haruki and Osamu Dazai are still in the port Mafia?

He looked at Haruki Juyama's office to confirm that the desk that had been temporarily added to the corner of the wall was nowhere to be found. It was probably because everyone in the detective agency put away the desk for Haruki Yuyama who was still undercover.

Since the president gave him a vacation, if he continued to stay in the detective agency, he would not be able to find out what happened to him during the three days he was not here during the vacation.

It is still so early, Mr. Ranpo will not come to the detective agency for at least three hours.

Sakunosuke Oda reluctantly opened the address book, intending to ask another colleague who was still working in Mafia at the port.

Perhaps Haruki Juyama could tell what was going on with him at a glance, right?

and many more……

Oda Sakunosuke flipped through the address book from top to bottom three times.

What about Haruki Juyama?

Then it was Ango Sakaguchi who realized that the world might not be quite right.

Port Mafia observed the remnants of unknown supernatural energy collision energy. As the only leader in Yokohama with a supernatural power opening license and actually mastered the life trajectory of the entire Yokohama supernatural powers, the black lizard was the first to take action, led by the white god of death Lead a team to investigate the singularity of supernatural powers, and search for smugglers with supernatural powers who collide and produce singularities within the scope of Yokohama.

Due to the unusual movements of Mafia at the port, the Esoteric Secret Service Division quickly launched a mobile response. In addition to being in charge of intelligence, the department where Ango Sakaguchi was assigned assumed the main responsibility for negotiating with the Mafia officials at the port. , Ozaki Koyo refused all foreign affairs during the peak period of interrogation, and the other two cadres were away all year round, and their understanding of the operations of the headquarters may not be as deep as their supernatural secret service section.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and start negotiating with that cadre A, who was said to have bought the cadre position with a lot of money, about the sudden action.

Should it be said that it is a cadre position that was bought with money... This cadre A, who is in the name of a cadre, does not know what to ask, but the words are always full of indifference to the lives of his subordinates and a sense of superiority. After several negotiations, The stenographer used by the Ability Secret Service Section to record matters related to the negotiations at the port of Mafia rarely even finished writing a single piece of paper.

In desperation, Ango Sakaguchi, as the only official government supernatural organization within Yokohama, had no choice but to lead a team to follow the target of the Black Lizard to prevent Port Mafia from crossing the line in supernatural affairs.

At the same time, Ranpo Edogawa from the Armed Detective Agency saw something out of nowhere, and the detective agency also sent Oda Sakunosuke and Akutagawa Ryunosuke to investigate.

The only three supernatural organizations in Yokohama gathered together, only to discover that the unknown supernatural singularity coincidentally fell on the weakest place in the world's barriers. If no precautions are taken, it may not be long before this place will completely shatter.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, the guerrilla captain of the port and the detectives of Wuzhen just happened to be able to use the supernatural collision to generate singular points to strengthen the crack.

As a result, led by the port Mafia, with special approval from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and the response of the Armed Detective Agency, a world-class crisis of destruction that would spread to the whole world if it was discovered too late was cut off in an understatement.

It can't be said to be an understatement. Although the scene at that time was not extremely thrilling, at least it was dangerous. If something went wrong, the world would not be destroyed on the spot, but everyone present would have to explain it immediately.

It's just that the world is saved, and his work has become more because of it.

Whether it is the inexplicable cracks in the world, or the residual energy of unknown supernatural beings left behind, or the fact that Mafia, the port, now possesses the DNA technology of supernatural beings that can locate individuals based on the remnants of supernatural abilities. It's enough for him to work overtime for ten days and a half months, and now it's like some kind of supermarket discount event where you get two for every purchase. The overtime hours are super doubled, and the rest time is discounted.

Ango Sakaguchi took a deep breath, looked at the pile of reports and work he had squeezed out, and felt that he should take a deep breath of oxygen.

——The world is saved, who will save him.

Officer A, who negotiated with Port Mafia before the special approval, was still trying to get some information from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and Ango Sakaguchi threw this pile of information out of the pending items tiredly.

Wouldn't it be better to leave this kind of trivial matter to the staff below? The person who submitted this material probably saw that it was a matter related to the Mafia cadres at the port and was afraid of taking responsibility, so he directly handed it in for him to handle.

Who recruited newcomers?

Ango Sakaguchi put aside the matter of cadre A, and took out the physical evidence handed over by his subordinates from the file bag.

When the crisis of world destruction was cut off, he was the only one present in the Supernatural Secret Service Division. According to the regulations, the follow-up report could only be completed by him alone. As his subordinate, the only thing he could do for him was after the chief left. Try to collect items that can be used as physical evidence on the scene to prove that the chief used the ability to improve the event process.

He was the only effective person present, and the person appointed by Ango Sakaguchi sighed and opened the document, ready to start writing a report using the ability.

The place where the world rift was formed was inside the building, and there were not many small items that could be used as evidence to take away easily. After the formation of the singularity, the impact force destroyed at least half of the surrounding items. In the end, the subordinates probably had nothing to choose. Had to bring him four cups.

It’s just that I don’t know why, it’s obviously a wine glass for drinking, the other three glasses are full of alcohol, but only one goblet actually smells like tomato juice.

In the same batch of physical evidence, the difference from other wine glasses is enough to explain the specialness of this wine glass, and Ango Sakaguchi intends to start here first.

He picked up his glass—

The leader of the port Mafia who was filled with tomato juice with a speechless face, the white-haired boy who reluctantly took the goblet, and the head of the armed detective agency who whispered next to him and suggested that they go to the bar for a small gathering after the end.

Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly rushed into the room, the singularity produced by the collision when the emotions were maximized, the strange book-like objects that were suddenly thrown out, and the glow created by countless star points with tails.

These are two completely different sets of memories.

Ango Sakaguchi carefully put down the tomato juice glass in his hand, and picked up the three next to him to look at them one by one.

——Different memories from another perspective.

Under the effect of the supernatural power, the pictures from the four wine glasses were surprisingly unified, and it could not be said to be exactly the same as the memory of this sudden incident in his mind, it could only be said to have nothing to do with it.

"Haruki Jushan." He put down the last wine glass and pondered for a moment.

The name that appeared in all four wine glasses.

In his memory, there is no such person right.

The memory of the item will not lie, Ango Sakaguchi finally called the Armed Detective Agency, and after getting a reply that Oda did not come to work today and the phone could not be reached, he closed the computer screen and stood up from his seat.

It is unrealistic to go directly to the port Mafia to ask their leader, and Oda Sakunosuke, who was able to contact him, did not know where he went.

There is no second person present in the Supernatural Secret Service Division who can confirm whether it is his memory that is wrong or whether it is Mafia at the port who is playing tricks.

Or maybe it was too close to the shattered world wall, causing memory confusion with myself in other worlds?

Sakaguchi Ango thought for a moment.

How about going to that bar?

The image that came from the memory of the four wine glasses, the one that Oda Sakunosuke and the head of Mafia at the port made an appointment to go to after the end of the matter.

It was Dazai Osamu who finally caught a glimpse of the shadow of fate's joke.

Port Mafia has just wrapped up an assassination attempt.

This time, some overseas organization's big cake should be moved. While the counterattack trend is extremely violent, the market that has stabilized has also begun a new round of turmoil.

So the head of the port Mafia had to sit in the office, with the boring sound of blades entering the flesh as the background sound, while supporting a head with one hand to deal with the market he had just taken over.

It was raining continuously outside the window, which just saved the subordinates from cleaning the ground. The bloody water rolled down the steps along with the foam of the cleaning agent, winding out a thin red curve, and was quickly dispersed by the rainstorm.

There were too many organizations involved, and Koyo Ozaki from the interrogation department had to come up to confirm the follow-up process in person.

If Haruki Iyama is around, there is probably no need to confirm. He has never had the concept that Dazai Osamu is still a leader, and he is very good at making his own decisions about matters related to the port Mafia.

Osamu Dazai finished his work and thought about it.

The origin of the world is the book, as a copy that can copy everything, what will he copy when the world is the anchor?

Will it be closely connected with the world, and even feel the will of everyone and the voice of everyone?Will it have the same characteristics as the book, and feel that the world is crumbling and may be burned at any time from the beginning of using the world as an anchor?Will he feel that fate is unfair, and he feels the same way as he who just saw the main world through the singularity?

He casually picked up a black umbrella from the corner of the room, and walked out stepping on blood foam and stumps.

Raindrops hit the black umbrella surface, making a dull sound, and he later realized that this umbrella was the umbrella that Oda Saku brought with him that afternoon when he came to the port of Mafia to redeem people.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, waved away the subordinates following behind, and walked into the rain alone.

Oda Sakunosuke, who has been erased of all related memories of Haruki Oda, probably will not have any related memories either.

When erasing everyone's memory, what did Haruki Yuyama think?

His connection with the world may have been deeply fixed by the anchor point from the very beginning, and even if he hadn’t developed a singularity, maybe Haruki Yayama had already controlled his spirit from the beginning, and then bet on himself after getting the book. Fate throws in 50% chance.

As a replica, he will only keep imitating the anchor as close as possible to himself, so after using the world as the anchor point, he becomes the world, and he wants to survive without any means.

That's why he tried to directly assassinate the leader to get the book after he failed in brain control for the first time.

Books are the origin of the world, so in a sense, can Haruki Yoshiyama, who has become the world, be equal to books?In the heart of Haruki Iyama, who has seen countless endings, is it true that everyone is a close friend who has never met but is extremely familiar to him, so he blurted out Odasaku, and let him go a hundred meters away when he lets go? He hesitated when falling from high altitude. After joining the port of Mafia, he was very familiar with red leaves and mirror flowers as if he was used to it.

Everyone thought that the first encounter with him had actually happened thousands of times in different worlds.

And Haruki Hareki of this world repeated them again.

Osamu Dazai laughed to himself while watching the raindrops fall from the eaves of the umbrella into a string of crystal dots.

While being assimilated by the world, perhaps becoming the anchor of the world is no longer death in his eyes.

It just exists in a different way.

So he didn't announce his sacrifice to the world, nor did he try to let future generations remember his dedication. He only arranged a grand ending, then erased everyone's memory, moved the hour hand three times, and left a powerless the bell keeper.

Probably some kind of protection mechanism of the world. When he becomes the source of the world, the more people who know him as the source, the more unstable the world will be.

So there is only one bell keeper left in this world.

Osamu Dazai turned a corner into a dark alley and stood in front of the bar.

Knowing that maybe Oda Sakunosuke no longer has any memories related to him, but he still hopes in his heart to see a familiar figure when he opens the door.

This is probably the inferiority of human beings.

He pushed open the bar door.

Under the orange light, Oda Saku and Sakaguchi Ango turned their heads just like in memory.

Suspecting that he was hallucinating, Osamu Dazai froze in a rare way.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was sitting in front of the bar, turned back when he heard the door opening, looked at him and confirmed the expression on his face, heaved a sigh of relief, and spread his hands to Ango Sakaguchi: "It seems that our memories did not appear. Problem."

The two of them looked at each other like a secret sign.

Ango Sakaguchi was the first to probe and said, "You came here, too...remember who is that?"

Dazai was slightly taken aback.

"When I was sorting out the materials, I saw different memories in the wine glass," Sakaguchi Ango pointed to himself, "Oda woke up three days later, so the traces related to him disappeared around him."

"In that different memory, Oda seemed to have mentioned this bar, so he came here to try his luck," he explained, "I didn't expect to see Oda drinking after entering."

"So you probably remember that I told you about this bar, so you came here?" Oda Sakunosuke tentatively asked.

"...Yes." Osamu Dazai had a hard time describing his mood now, probably like a lone boat on the sea saw the edge of the two sails in the distance, he was relieved, only felt the ringing of the bell instantly resounded in his mind.

"You said it after I took away the wine in Haruki's hand." On the contrary, his voice was miraculously calm.

"Ah, it doesn't look like delusional disorder." After confirming the name, Odasaku heaved a sigh of relief.

"You were still holding my wrist at that time," he pointed to the wrist where the finger prints were printed on. "Then after the white light passed, it would be three days later when I woke up again."

No wonder.

Osamu Dazai looked at the bruises on his hands.

Disqualification met him at the time, so the memory blur didn't work for him.

"So..." Ango Sakaguchi, who was still thinking about the report, said cautiously, "It was Haruki Iyama who really saved the world, and he erased everyone's memory about him after that white light?"

Chief Ango of the Five Virtues and Four Virtues wants to include the truth in the report.

Everyone praised the exploits of the three of them, but no one remembered the real victim.

"The self-preservation mechanism of the world." Osamu Dazai seemed to see through what he was thinking, shrugged and said, "Don't you feel that the more people who know, the more dangerous the world will be?"

Ango Sakaguchi was taken aback.

So why let them remember?

"It's the bad taste of the world."

——It was the glimmer of life left to him by Jushan Haruki.

Everything was planned before becoming another existence.

"Boss, here's a glass of tomato juice." Osamu Dazai curled his lips and waved towards the bar.

"Respect to the keepers of the same secret that I have to guard in the future, and my newly appointed friends of the World Will," he said.

Then they sat down logically and archived an exclusive memory together. They started as friends, became tacit secret keepers, and became watchmen with the same secret.

They walked among the dark alleys like the three people in another world that has gradually gone away, pushed open the door together, and gathered together in front of the bar.

They toasted and clinked like three breathing monuments.