People are in Yokohama, the vest is fully open

As far as Edogawa Ranpo could see, it was thick black and red, and sticky objects of unknown composition were attached to it.

Edogawa Ranpo felt a sense of restraint stronger than gravitation coming from under his feet, he raised his foot tentatively, and as expected felt a kind of blockage coming from his feet.

——The sole of the shoe was stuck with something like mud and asphalt.

Edogawa Ranbu raised his leg vigorously before he took a step. He raised his head and glanced at the wide space not far in front of him, which was as dark red and black as the inner cavity of his body.

Edogawa Ranpo couldn't help worrying: "...Sure enough, the collection here is weird and has a little 'consciousness'..."

"Oh... If I knew it earlier, I should have brought more snacks."

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Around the corner of an unknown hospital.

Atsushi Nakajima's tightly closed eyes opened suddenly when he stepped on the solid ground. He looked around vigilantly, but his eyes hurt from the dizzying blue space.

Although it is very similar to the place where Atsushi Nakajima and Edogawa Ranpo and the others walked away before, Atsushi Nakajima can clearly find the difference.

Not only everything in the space in front of my eyes, but also turned into a cold blue color...

Moreover, Atsushi Nakajima found that the opposite of the exit of the stairs, which was originally a black hole, which seemed to be swallowed by darkness, had also turned into an extremely spacious hall at this time.

I don't know if Mr. Ranpo, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Kenji are here......

Nakajima Atsushi looked around and found nothing, so he hesitated.

Nakajima Atsushi remembered Dazai Osamu's determined attitude just now, Miyazawa Kenji's ease and Edogawa Ranpo's absent-mindedness.

He took a deep breath, raised his feet and walked straight towards the spacious hallway that was soaked in blue smudge directly in front of him.

Above Atsushi Nakajima's back, a floor sign that was also blue was quietly nailed to the wall, and it was scrawled in dark characters that almost blended with the background.

——'Negative five floors'.

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.......

At the corner of the stairs of an unknown hospital, the slender figure of 'Gojo Satoru' appeared at the corner.

'Gojo Satoru' entered the hospital half an hour earlier than the members of the Armed Detective Agency.

Therefore, although 'Wujo Wu' was very lucky to be sent to the negative floor, he was able to explore the rules layer by layer and obtain more information, but now he has reached the penultimate floor of this unknown hospital very smoothly.

——The 'minus seventeenth' floor.

Black, black everywhere, even in the air there are faint black tobacco shreds, as if a layer of black mist is cast in front of the eyes.

The spacious hall in the distance presents a dark black light similar to a black hole, and no light can penetrate it.

'Gojo Satoru' raised his sunglasses slightly, revealing his pupils that seemed to be emitting a faint blue light. He glanced at the hall in the distance, and then put on his sunglasses again unbearably.

'People', 'people' are everywhere, or in other words, 'humanoid' creatures made up of light gray-white mist are everywhere.

They chattered and muttered one after another in an almost low-frequency background noise, like crying or howling, filling the entire empty hall.

'Gojo Satoru' clicked his tongue impatiently, stepped on the dark brown bones in the cracks of the broken tiles under his feet, and walked straight into the 'crowded' hall.

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.......

On the third floor of the underground hospital.

Osamu Dazai was searching for clues step by step according to the floor plan captured on his mobile phone.

It seems that because the negative third floor is still close to the surface, compared with other people who are in the underground space that obviously looks abnormal, the space where Osamu Dazai is located looks almost normal and can no longer be normal.

After Osamu Dazai walked into the spacious hall along the passage, he found that it was like the main entrance hall of a hospital.

——Facing the entrance of the stairs is a long rectangular table, which looks like an old style at the end of the last century in terms of style.

On the surface of the long table are a few drawstring desk lamps that are covered in dust and whose original color cannot be seen.

"...The layout with a sense of time..." Osamu Dazai looked thoughtfully at the hall in front of him. There are corridors with double wooden doors at both ends of the hall. , just don't know where they all lead to.

On both sides of the table are wooden long chairs painted with brown-red paint, like a place to receive visitors and wait for them.

On the wall behind the long table, there was something like a bulletin board with scattered papers nailed to it.

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone, and he took a closer look with the light of the mobile phone screen, and found that apart from some announcement leaflets, it was a shift schedule.

The only thing worth noting is a simple flat map at the bottom.

——This seems to be the floor plan of the third basement floor where Osamu Dazai is now.

"...Well, let me see..." Osamu Dazai looked at the map for a while, and successfully found his location: "Reception... hall... ..?"

Osamu Dazai simply blew off the dust accumulated on the surface of the map, took a photo with his mobile phone, and then turned to look at the long table again.

There was a thick layer of floating dust on the long table, but things like the visitor registration form could still be found.

Osamu Dazai looked through the visitor registration form on his mobile phone, but found no clues, they were all names of people who seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

He tentatively pulled the drawer under the long table, but didn't.

But for Dazai Osamu, this is not a problem.

Osamu Dazai found an iron wire out of nowhere. He looked at the lock hole of the drawer with his mobile phone for a while, twisted the wire close to the drawer, and adjusted it appropriately while listening to the sound of the iron wire colliding with the lock cylinder. Bearing force and turning.

After a while, there was a "click", and the locked drawer was opened.

"Bingo~~"

Osamu Dazai chuckled happily. He was just about to stand up and hold the original copper handle of the drawer and pull the drawer open when he felt an unpleasant warmth and moistness from the palm of his hand.

Um......?

Osamu Dazai's smile became a little lighter, this feeling...... Could it be......?

As soon as he let go, Osamu Dazai discovered the culprit of something wrong.

The solid wood drawer is a very retro style, and it uses a bulky round handle—and at this moment, the round copper handle that was held by Osamu Dazai in the palm of his hand and was polished shiny... .

- Impressively, there were red bloodshot eyes growing there, staring at Osamu Dazai without blinking.

Judging from the shape of this eye, it seems to belong to a human eye.

It's just that its pupils are extremely small, and the whites of its eyes are frighteningly large—at this time, it's unknown whether it was because Dazai Osamu held this eye with force earlier, the whites of this strange eye are covered with bright red bloodshots.

The dark red blood-like liquid dripped slowly from the thin eyelids of the "eyes".

"Slap", "Slap".

This decline was extremely slow, and a layer of bright red plush carpet was laid on the ground.

The red carpet was also covered with a thick layer of dust, but at this moment, drops of dark red blood dripped onto the carpet, making an unusually loud sound like marbles hitting glass.

I don't know if it was Dazai Osamu's psychological effect, but at this moment he actually felt that even the carpet under his feet became sticky and warm.

"...Ah--" Dazai Osamu looked down at the viscous black-red liquid in his palm, and smiled indifferently.

As if an eye grew out of the handle of a drawer, it wasn't such a strange thing.

"I'm very sorry~?" Osamu Dazai took a step back with his hands raised, and said with an innocent face, "However, although you are bleeding, you took the initiative to come up...it has nothing to do with me."

The eyeballs of the strange eyes turned stiffly, and they stared closely at the figure of Osamu Dazai.

At midnight, in the weird and empty hospital, anyone who encountered such a situation would feel horrified, but Osamu Dazai did not feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

After Osamu Dazai tilted his head and apologized sincerely, he pulled the edge of the drawer, ignoring the eyes that rolled upwards and fixed on him, and opened the drawer.

"Wow——! Is this a flashlight?" Osamu Dazai happily took out a bulky old-fashioned flashlight from the open drawer. He checked that there were no batteries in it: "Although there are no batteries, it is already very considerate~"

Osamu Dazai closed the drawer again with a smile, and waved the flashlight at the eyes on the drawer: "Thank you, then I'll go find the battery, if possible, please don't see me again, Mr. Long Eyelashes—"

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'Gojo Satoru' is very irritable now.

——He was trapped on the No.17 floor.

This was originally impossible, but now it actually happened.

Compared with the murderous intentions of the first few floors, to some extent, the seventeenth floor has almost no lethality at all.

However, for 'Wujo Satoru', this place seems like a natural restraint to his dead end.

After entering the seventeenth floor, in less than 10 minutes, 'Gojo Satoru' was triggered a special scene.

——There is no other reason, it is too noisy here.

However, I don't know what price was paid for this level of weirdness. The ability of 'Wujo Wu', except for the six eyes that can barely operate slowly, is all restricted.

Countless gray-white human-shaped mist that cannot be clearly seen, chattered one after another, and their murmurs that could not hear the specific voice overlapped one after another, filling the entire space with noise.

"I, I, I—I..." "Help me, save..."

"Death—no!" "It hurts too much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much—"

For ordinary people with a little more sensitive nerves, they would feel irritable and depressed - not to mention that the five senses are far superior to others, and they have no patience for "Wujo Wu".