People are in Yokohama, the vest is fully open

"It seems to be..." Dazai Osamu did not expect that Edogawa Ranpo would directly bring it up without mercy, he smiled helplessly: "No matter which Mr. Ranpo it is, it is so unexpected."

Edogawa Ranpo launched super reasoning the moment he put on his glasses, and after understanding what happened, Edogawa Ranpo ignored Dazai Osamu.

"He has—" just as Edogawa Ranpo said, he paused and changed his words: "Dazai, do you think his supernatural ability—is that Phantom Santo?"

Ever since the duel with the group, Edogawa Ranpo has been aware of the fact that he has no supernatural powers at all.The so-called 'super-reasoning' is nothing more than an almost super-power-like reasoning ability that he possesses due to his excellent mind.

But even if it is me in another world—as long as it is Edogawa Ranpo, it should not be fundamentally different from him.

Edogawa Ranpo believes in his intuition, another Ranpo-sama should not be a superpower.

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai shook his head and said, "It's just that I can't open this book of yours, and neither Atsushi and Kyoka can open my copy of No Longer in the World."

Edogawa Ranpo tentatively flipped the pages of the book, and easily opened the book that Osamu Dazai couldn't flip through no matter what.

"It seems... that only Mr. Ranpo can read this book..." Dazai Osamu approached the book spread out on the table, but found that there was nothing on the pages .

Edogawa ranpo glanced at the content roughly, and it was a description of how to design criminal tricks.

He frowned, if the books correspond to supernatural powers, only their owners can open them...

So does the other Edogawa Ranpo have the ability called "Phantom Castle Lord"?

...different abilities.

Ranpo Edogawa's heart, which was originally just tangled and tired, suddenly became more serious: another Edogawa Ranpo who possesses supernatural powers and him who is just an ordinary person—are they really the same kind?

But, that is another Ranpo-sama...

Dazai Osamu noticed the strangeness of Edogawa Ranpo: "Mr. Ranpo, have you met that Mr. Ranpo?"

"Yeah." Edogawa tore open a bag of potato chips randomly, he grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing and saying, "I saw him yesterday."

But he didn't like Mr. Ranbu.

How could Master Ranpo not like Master Ranpo?

This is something that Edogawa Ranpo can't figure out anyway, and can't understand and don't want to believe.

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful: "That Mr. Ranpo seems to be against the Armed Detective Agency."

Resisting the Armed Detective Agency?

Ranpo Edogawa's mind felt like an electric shock for a moment, and he suddenly had an idea: Maybe the other self didn't hate him, but because he hated the Armed Detective Agency... so he blamed him?

The clues that had been ignored by him due to the excitement when he suddenly saw another self suddenly emerged at this moment, and they were successfully pieced together into a complete puzzle.

Could it be that another Ranpo-sama is the cadre of Mafia at the port?

No, not only that.

With his character, he definitely wouldn't be so disgusted with Dazai Osamu because he defected from the port of Mafia...

So, Edogawa Ranbu's half-closed green eyes slightly opened a little bit, so -- in another world where he is, has he swapped fate with Osamu Dazai?

The other him who has supernatural powers and is not an ordinary person...... Was he taught by Mori Ogai to quickly integrate into the dark world?

Although I still feel that something is wrong, Ranpo Edogawa has roughly confirmed another origin of himself. Ranpo Edogawa eats 'Kachi Kachi' potato chips very quickly.

Edogawa Ranpo has an inhuman mind, but he is really a genius who has no concept of good and evil, right and wrong, and does everything according to his likes and dislikes.

He has never cared about good and evil, black and white, and naturally he doesn't think there is anything wrong with the other himself joining the port of Mafia.

Just like he would stand here now and occasionally help the military and police with things, it's just because Fukuzawa Yukichi chose to stand on Twilight's side.

If the person who replaced Fukuzawa Yukichi was Mori Ogai, Edogawa Ranpo felt that he would probably make the same choice as another Ranpo-sama.

For people like them, it doesn't matter if it's black or white, good or evil.

——After all, "if it suits me, everything will be fine."

"That's why Ranpo-sama can't figure it out..." Edogawa Ranpo grabbed two more potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth.He bulged his cheeks and chewed and chewed: "In that case, how could he not like me!"

No matter how you think about the other Ranpo-sama, he is still the Edogawa Ranpo who does things according to his own likes and dislikes.

Then when he sees another self, his first reaction should definitely be intimacy and joy regardless of his position, how could it be escape and avoidance?

and......

Edogawa Ranpo crumpled up the empty bag of potato chips and threw it into the trash can beside the table in distress. Ranpo-sama would not like to work if he likes anything...

So I can't figure it out at all, if the other self didn't want to come to him to play, why would he take such a troublesome job across the world?

Edogawa Ranpo couldn't figure it out. This was the first time in his life that he encountered such a puzzle that he couldn't figure out even after racking his brains.

Dazai Osamu noticed Edogawa Ranpo's entanglement, and he suggested casually, "Anyway, it's always something worth celebrating when a new neighbor moves in."

"Huh?" Edogawa Ranpo uttered a syllable and looked up at him.

"Even if it's another Ranpo-san, we should be polite and invite the neighbors to celebrate, right?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Anyway, it is a rare new neighbor since the establishment of the detective agency for so many years."

Edogawa understood the implication of Osamu Dazai's words after a short walk, and the troubled expression on his face was swept away immediately: "Then——I'll leave it to you!"

......

......

In the afternoon, Yokohama Private Third Middle School.

Yamada Kiya involuntarily caught a glimpse of a desk three rows in front of him.

There is the seat of his good friend Muromotoma.

At this moment, it was empty there.

The Chinese teacher was holding the textbook and speaking impassionedly on the podium about Kobayashi Kazucha's haiku, but Yamada Kiya couldn't understand a single word.

It has been a week since his friend Murakami disappeared, but there is still no news.

After his disappearance, Murahmoto's parents anxiously called the police.As the last person to see Murakami, Yamada Ki was also asked by the police for questioning.

But I don't know why, obviously only came to question once, the originally enthusiastic policeman concluded that it was impossible for Murakami to come back as if perfunctory.

As for why Murakami's parents called the Metropolitan Police Department over and over again, Yamada Ki didn't know.

Murakami's parents came to the school in despair and asked Yamada Kiya repeatedly about the situation that evening, which made Yamada Kiya feel heavy.

Can't concentrate on studying at all...

Yamada Kiya's thoughts unconsciously drifted back to the evening when he saw Murakami for the last time.

At that time, he ran back to the classroom in a hurry to find out because he found that Murakami did not come to participate in club activities in time.

As a result, Yamada Kiya found that Murakami's face was extremely pale, as if he was not feeling well.

At that time, Muramoto just asked him to ask for leave because he was not feeling well. Although Yamada Kiya felt that Muramoto's face was too haggard, he didn't think much about it.

But now that I think about it carefully, it seems that there are many weird places.

Yamadaki unconsciously moved his gaze away from the blackboard, where are you now, Muramoto... and why did you disappear?

As soon as Yamada Kiya's gaze came out of the window, he suddenly stopped. His first-grade Class B was located on the third floor of the teaching building.

However, Yamada Kiya, who was sitting by the window at this time, was shocked to find that a clown painted with heavy oil paint was pressing his head tightly against the window glass.

The Joker was floating in mid-air out of nowhere, face to face with him.

The clown's facial features were distorted due to over-squeezing, and his eyes were fixed on Yamada Kiya.

Noticing his sight, the Painted Clown grinned a distorted and ugly smile on his flattened face.

Yamadagi also felt that his hands and feet were cold, and the blood seemed to rush to his head all at once. His brain was completely unable to think, and his forehead was throbbing.

After the stupor caused by the great panic subsided, Yamada Ki also stood up abruptly. He screamed in horror and backed away again and again.

Yamada Ki also pointed to the weird clown that appeared out of thin air outside the window, and shouted: "Ghost——!!!"

"What are you doing Yamada?!"

After Guowen teacher's impassioned lecture was interrupted by Yamada Mujing's howl, he angrily rolled up the book in his hand and slapped it on the podium: "Sit down!"

"Yes, there are ghosts!" Yamada Ki also pointed out the window tremblingly.

However, the Chinese teacher followed the direction he pointed, but only saw a clear sky, and found nothing else.

"Yamada, do you have any opinion on me?" the Chinese teacher in Mediterranean held back his anger.

Yamada Ki also felt that even his tongue was trembling, but he couldn't speak at all when he wanted to speak.

"Really, there is a ghost teacher." Yamada Ki also tried his best to point to the clown who was staring at him straightly: "Teacher, look, teacher, he is there-look! He, he is still smiling at me .”

Seeing that Yamada Kiya’s frightened expression did not seem to be fake, the middle-aged Chinese teacher hesitated for a moment. He walked off the podium dubiously and stopped by Yamada Kiya’s desk. He looked out the window, but he still saw nothing.

The Chinese teacher couldn't help feeling a kind of anger at being fooled: "I think you, Yamada, are deliberately against me, right?"

"Teacher, he's really there—"

"You get me out!"

Yamada Ki also wanted to say something, but under the cold and angry gaze of the Chinese teacher, he had no choice but to move his stiff legs that seemed to be unable to bend.

——The clown who had a strong sense of presence but was ignored by everyone was still looking straight at him.

His face was stuck firmly against the glass, his eyes like dead fish eyes were moving in horror following Yamada Kiya's every move.

Yamada Ki also turned his face away in horror, not looking at him anymore.

However, the cold and strong needle-pricking sensation on his back still haunts Yamada Kiya from time to time.

Before walking out of the classroom, he couldn't help but secretly glanced back at the window again.

Yamada was also stunned to find that there was nothing there.

"What are you fussing about?!"

"No, I'm very sorry!" Yamada Kiya's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to reality, facing the angrily questioned by the Chinese teacher, Yamada Kiya suddenly bowed ninety degrees and apologized loudly.

The horror of being stared at by monsters disappeared, and Yamadaki couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He quickly ran outside the classroom and stood up consciously.

Yamada Ki also leaned against the wall and took a breath, until his body regained his calmness and no longer trembling, Yamada Ki also mustered up the courage to peek into the window of the classroom secretly.

Nothing but a clear sky.

....... Is it really my hallucination?

Yamada Ki also relaxed a little in his heart, but there was an oppressive and suffocating feeling that lingered in his heart like a gangrene.

.......

.......

At night, Yamada Ki was fined to stay in the school to clean the teacher's office because he interrupted the teacher's lecture in the afternoon and had a bad attitude.

Yamada Kiya's home is not close to the school. By the time Yamada Kiya returned home panting with his schoolbag on his head, the sun had already set.

The apartment building where the Yamada Ki family lives is a relatively old apartment building.

The concrete stairway was dirty, and the handrails with red flags were also covered with a layer of dust because no one had cleaned them for a long time, making them look bleak and old.

The light in the corridor was broken by someone who didn't know the lampshade with a stone a long time ago.The edge of the lampshade is still damaged, exposing the wires inside.

Taking advantage of the dim light of the sky, Yamadaki stepped up the steps with ease.

However, when his movements touched the corner of the stairs on the upper floor, he suddenly froze.

The cold sweat flowed down Yamadaki's back with a 'shua', and his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar in the afternoon.

——The clown he saw in the classroom in the afternoon was standing at the corner of the stairs, which was only a few meters away from Yamada Kiya.

The clown's face was heavily painted with oil paint. He smiled and looked at the terrified Yamada Kiya, as if he was looking at an unconscious lamb that was walking towards a stranger.

"Gollum."

Yamada couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, almost without thinking, his body suddenly turned around subconsciously.

Yamadaki didn't stop, he ran downstairs like desperately.

But Yamada Ki also just ran down a flight of stairs, and when he was about to turn out of the building, he was horrified to find that the clown who was still upstairs just now appeared downstairs.

The weird clown was exaggeratingly opening its scarlet mouth, staring at Yamada Kiya who was struggling in vain.

"How is it possible?!" Yamadaki subconsciously looked back, but the corner of the stairs behind him was already empty, and there was no sign of a clown at all.

A bone-piercing coldness ran along the soles of his feet, along Yamada Kiya's ankles and strangled his neck all the way up.

Yamada Ki also subconsciously wanted to back away, but he was horrified to find that his hands and feet were completely out of control and he couldn't move at all!

But the clown, who was several meters away from him just now, was like a floating lamp shadow, approaching him erratically little by little.

'No, don't come here!!'

The wailing of fear was all blocked in Yamada Ki's throat, and Yamada Kiya's jaw trembled slightly.He tried his best to open his mouth wide, but he couldn't even do such a simple action.

Yamada Ki also looked desperately at the approaching clown, and his thoughts froze little by little until his sight was plunged into darkness... completely numb.

The cool night breeze blows over the stairs of the old apartment building, slightly stirring up the accumulated dust.

Just hearing a 'click', a black schoolbag fell on the empty stairs.

It was so quiet in the stairs that nothing could be heard.

Here... it's as if no one has ever been here.

.......

.......

At 2 a.m., the underground casinos of the Port Mafia are still brightly lit.

In this period of time when ordinary people have already entered deep sleep one after another, it is the best time for gamblers who are red-eyed to gamble.

Mr. A, the cadre of Mafia at the port, inspected the casino as usual. He looked at the gaming tables that were still full, and took a sip of the cigar in his hand: "It seems that... today's income is not good. There will be fewer."

Huh?This guy--?

The cadre, Mr. A's eyes suddenly fell on a figure who was out of place in the crowd.

Around a group of red-eyed gamblers, a red-haired clown wearing a clown costume and his face painted pale with oil paint was standing quietly in the crowd. He was silently watching Mr. A with a frozen smile. Weird, like a plastic dummy in the window of a fast food restaurant.

Even the cadre, Mr. A, couldn't help being shocked when he saw the cold eyes that seemed to have no temperature at all when they touched the other party.

This guy......

But after staying in the casino for a long time, Mr. A, the cadre, has seen everyone.

Mr. A didn't take this person seriously, and he quickly looked away: As long as he doesn't make trouble in the casino and hinder his earning money, even if the customer has a hobby of cospy, he won't meddle in other people's business.

Isn't that...a clown?

The croupiers in hot clothes were surrounded by fanatical gamblers at the gaming tables. The crystal chandeliers in the hall were brightly lit, making it noisy and lively.

The waiter with the red wine glass was carrying the tray, and he shuttled through the crowd with ease, and the chips representing money were thrown on the gaming table with a clatter.

The night...has just begun.