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Beauty is sin
Beauty is sin
"...Tsk." Gojo Satoru couldn't help but make a sound. There is a saying that those who are involved in the matter are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly. He could see that Youber in front of him was completely trapped in the maze.
He may have forgotten that, in the beginning, he just wanted to take his mother home.
Yuber's condition was getting worse and worse. He started to stop sleeping and eating, relying on his blood and physical fitness to get through it. This also caused him to occasionally be negligent during mental control, and there would always be one or two people out of control.
But Youber didn't care. He didn't care about his actions being discovered, nor did he care about the justice and freedom that those people talked about. What he did was for himself, as if he was no different from the evil people they talked about.
In fact, if he wanted, he could control them again at any time, but Youbo was tired. No matter what method he used, he could not further understand the mermaid pearl. As time passed, he even developed an extraordinary obsession with the mermaid pearl.
If that’s the case, why does he still want to be the king and maintain the lifeblood of this world?
When Youbo thought of this, he was in a trance for a moment, as if time was passing by quickly without him noticing, and he could hardly even remember what Chidori looked like.
Youbo felt panic, and the anxiety that had accumulated over the years seemed to burst out at this moment. He breathed rapidly and walked to the mirror in a panic.
Is the person in the mirror yourself? Why do they look so strange? His eyes were filled with boredom and fatigue, and his lifeless blue eyes looked into mine.
The uncontrollable force overflowed, and the surrounding area was in chaos.
You Bo didn't care at all. He started to tremble again, with panic and anxiety in his eyes. This was an old problem he had in recent years. When he was shaken, he would tremble unconsciously and feel anxious.
Without even realizing it, a mermaid pearl fell. This was the second mermaid pearl after the blood-red mermaid pearl.
However, this mermaid pearl was very round and white. Before it fell to the ground, it emitted a dazzling light that surrounded Youbo.
When Youber recovered from the dazzling light, he exclaimed softly, "Ah!"
He fell down unexpectedly. Youber opened his eyes wide and felt surrounded by warm power.
Where is this? Is this...the ocean?
The Lord of the Ocean finally returned to his home turf. The ocean was cheering and excited. It gently wrapped around Euber, using its strength to sort out the chaotic power for Euber bit by bit and soothe his aching nerves.
It seemed to be welcoming its own children with an invisible language, as if it was just coaxing its own child who was upset and refused to go home. It told Youber: "Welcome home."
But when Youber realized where he was, he was completely stunned. He let himself sink to the bottom of the sea, watching the sunlight shining down and reflecting colorful light in the sea water.
"It would be nice if it could always be like this." At this moment, a sentence popped out of Youbo's blank mind.
Youbo closed his eyes and retracted his tail that stretched out when it touched the sea water. At this moment, he severed those chaotic mental connections, gave freedom back to the world, and also wanted to give himself freedom.
"Is he looking for death?!" Yosano Akiko said in a bad tone, looking at Yuber who allowed himself to sink to the bottom of the sea and retract his mermaid powers.
No one answered, they didn't know what to say. This was Youber's choice, and the fact that they could still see Youber meant that he was not dead.
However, perhaps for Youber at that time, death was really a relief.
Just as Youbo's breathing gradually became weaker, the blood-red mermaid pearl floated out of Youbo's arms along the water flow.
And Youbo looked at the mermaid pearl that was getting farther and farther away from him, and reached out to the pearl as if subconsciously.
When his fingertips touched the mermaid pearl, a blood-red illusory figure suddenly hugged Youbo who was still holding out his hand.
Youbo's hand passed through his chest. The man couldn't see his face clearly. He just hugged Youbo. In the moment of hugging tightly, it seemed as if time and space had stopped.
Surrounded by a red barrier, the figure was speechless. He seemed to be trying hard to maintain his form. He pushed the glowing mermaid pearl in front of Youbo.
"...Chidori?" Youbo asked hesitantly. He was sure that the person in front of him was Chidori, but due to Chidori's current state, he frowned and reached out to grab the person in front of him. When he passed through the figure, Youbo was stunned.
But the figure ignored him, as if the time he was awake was too short. The red light spread uncontrollably and gradually spread to the entire ocean.
You Bo was startled and reached out to grab the mermaid pearl. His eyes darkened. As he controlled the power, he frowned slightly, not quite sure about the current situation.
And that figure, in the out-of-control power, seemed to have a poor connection, sometimes appearing and sometimes not. Finally, the ominous blood-red light of the mermaid pearl became even brighter, and colorful bubbles splashed around it, fighting against this power.
You Bo held the mermaid pearl in his hand and looked at the figure with complicated emotions in his eyes. He understood that it might be a curse or an accident, but his best friend, the forever free Chidori, was trapped in the mermaid pearl and couldn't even stay awake.
It was also because of himself that You Bo closed his eyes tightly. Now was not the time for him to feel sorry for himself.
He looked at Chidori who was trying hard to stay awake, and took a step towards the figure. Yuber opened his mouth softly, and as a singer, he sang officially for the third time.
You Bodu's voice trembled at first. As he sang, he saw the crowd he controlled and saw those hateful and fearful eyes.
Finally, it was Chidori's naughty smile showing her fangs, and Youbo's voice gradually became firm. He thought of his mother hugging him and telling him stories, and he thought of Chidori and him sitting in the simple safe house and chatting.
Euber's happiness in life was poor and simple, but at least, at least he had it, and he was not filled with only pain and hatred.
The waves lapped in sync with Uber's singing, the marine creatures rejoiced, and the whole world rejoiced because of Uber's singing.
Chidori's figure solidified, and he still seemed unable to speak. He gave Youbo a familiar smile and mouthed, "See you next time."
There was no cursed hatred or misunderstanding, just the same gentleness and willfulness as before.
This is Chidori, Yubo's best friend.
Chidori doesn't feel that his freedom is restricted. In his opinion, it is a great thing to be able to travel around the world with his friends, whether he is aware of it or not.
After all, the little master that he had captured casually was also the light that illuminated the bird world.
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Uber swung its tail, jumped out of the water, sat casually on a round reef, and began to think about how to restore its best friend to its original state.
At this moment, a space crack familiar to the others appeared, and Jiuchuan Yueyong walked out of it leisurely.
You Bo looked at the person in front of him, put the mermaid pearl back into his arms with care, and stared coldly at the uninvited person in front of him.
After all, he had controlled the world for a period of time and understood that the person in front of him was a "human" from outside the world.
"Woo, hello." Jiuchuan Yueyong saw that You Bo was not distracted at all, and greeted him with a normal attitude.
You Bo paused. It was rare to see such a person. He nodded slightly as a response.
His Majesty was wearing a familiar brown kimono, and the ink painting of the hill in his hand lacked some mountains and water. He stared at the person in front of him for a few seconds, tilted his head and smiled: "I'm here to work, don't be nervous."
His silver-blue eyes swept around casually, and his tone was indifferent: "Really, everyone is a mess, but if it weren't for you, it would have been destroyed long ago."
"What do you mean." An ethereal voice sounded, and Youber slapped the sea water with his tail impatiently.
"His fate is chaotic and his sins are severe, so he has suffered a heavy blow." Jiuchuan Yueyong said casually and yawned.
Youbo remained silent. In fact, he knew that if the world was not weak, he would not be able to control his lifeline. Although he maintained it for a while, but...is it still not enough?
"The thing in your arms is very interesting. The soul is still there, but it is wandering between life and death. Perhaps, it can be reborn from the ashes." His Majesty's voice was full of interest. Resurrection might be a very simple thing, but Chidori could not be considered completely dead either mentally or physically.
This can be considered a bug. The life is saved, but it is difficult to really live. What is needed more, perhaps, is time.
His Majesty did not start working immediately. After staring at Youber for a few seconds, he suddenly became interested and said happily: "Sir, are you interested in working here? The benefits are full and I can fulfill your wish~"
Like a real fairy tale, the protagonist in trouble met the magician who brought hope.
He had long stopped believing in fairy tales, Youber thought to himself, looking at the man in front of him who seemed to have eyes like the Milky Way, he spoke as
if possessed by a spirit: "Save the world, save me." There was a kind of fragility in these words that Youber himself was not aware of. After he finished speaking, his face turned cold with regret, wondering if he had gone mad to say such words to a stranger.
After listening to this, Jiuchuan Yueyong did not show the mocking expression that You Bo had imagined, but instead showed an unusually gentle smile.
He saluted informally, but there was an inexplicable nobility in his air. His Majesty blinked and said in a mysterious tone: "Hehe, I promise you."
Jiuchuan Yueyong unfolded a small fan, and the mountains and rivers on the fan were lifelike. He waved his hand casually, and the several scenes on the fan disappeared, and he murmured to the air: "Clean it up."
Then, he turned his wrist, and a silver necklace appeared: "Put it on, this is a magical necklace that can soothe your spirit."
Jiuchuan Yueyong walked slowly towards Youbo, watched Youbo adapt, then raised his hand to put it on him: "Since you are tired, take a rest, I will take care of the rest."
Youbo closed his eyes in sleepiness, and finally heard a sentence: "When you wake up, everything will be over."
A tear rolled down Youbo's eye, not knowing whether it was because it was finally over, or because someone could help him move forward.
Just when a few people wanted to stay and see how His Majesty did it, Zhen waved his hand, and the surroundings turned familiar black again.
Several people looked at Zhen, but Zhen was not affected at all. He patted his cotton hands and said innocently: "This is the secret of the Sky Tower, you can't look at it."
"But we haven't got the magic ooze yet..." Panda said, but was interrupted by Zhen before he finished speaking, "Here."
As Zhen finished speaking, a mass of black substance suddenly appeared. With the appearance of the magic ooze, the surrounding secret realm was also shattered.
In the end, all that could be heard was Xia Youjie’s voice: “You’re cheating people again!”
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Zhen ignored the secret realm that started off well but ended badly, nor did he care about the group of people who were feeling dizzy. He stood up, stretched his body and prepared to leave.
"Hey." Gojo Satoru spoke. He was the first one to wake up. He looked at Yu's hand and said lightly, "You are so bold."
Yu turned around, put his index finger on his lips, and said with a smile: "This is a secret, don't talk nonsense."
Gojo Satoru did know a little about what Yu had done, but he suddenly thought of Euber and the always lazy His Majesty. In the end, he just waved his hand: "It's good that you know the limits."
As long as it doesn't harm the world, he doesn't bother to care what these His Majesty's chefs do.
He nodded, turned around and disappeared.
"You're so slow." You Bo sat in Zhen's room, playing with the priceless jewelry in his hands.
He threw it casually, raised his chin towards Zhen, and said in a flat tone: "Where is the thing."
Zhen pushed a wooden box to You Bo and tapped the table: "Use it well to avoid problems later."
You Bo stood up after getting the thing and glanced casually. He walked towards Zhen, poked Zhen's chest with his white and tender fingers, and said flirtingly: "You are the one, be careful not to lose your hand, or else things will get serious."
After that, he left without any regrets. And Zhen sat down and poured himself a glass of water. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he murmured faintly:
"How could it be, this is a conspiracy."
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Reality
The secret realm of reality
has not appeared for nearly half a year. The Sky Tower is like a normal organization, establishing connections with this world and increasing cooperation.
On a peaceful and stable day, the fourth seat of Sky Tower, Ji, announced in the underground world that he would hold a World Detective Competition and send invitations to capable detectives from all over the world to decide who would be the world's number one detective.
The location was decided to be Yokohama, the capital of superpowers.
His Majesty knew about this matter because Dazai Osamu casually revealed it to him.
Kyuugawa Tsukuyomi closed the book in his hand, looked at Dazai Osamu who was showing unconcealed temptation in front of him, yawned lazily, and replied: "Oh, I see."
Dazai Osamu was not surprised by His Majesty's attitude. After all, all kinds of intelligence showed that this leader really treated his subordinates like family members and was tolerant and generous.
He was just testing out of habit. In his opinion, it was partially possible that it was the sudden interest of that person, but thinking about Hongzhi's recent actions, well, it still needed to be investigated.
After watching Dazai Osamu leave, His Majesty subconsciously pointed at the book in his hand. People who are familiar with His Majesty know that this is a small movement he makes when he is thinking.
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And the one who stirred up the underground world, Zhi, was sending the last invitation letter in front of the computer.
A cup of fragrant coffee was placed on his desk. Without even raising his eyes, Xia Yu took a sip and exclaimed: "Your skills are getting better and better, Xia Yu-kun." "Thank you for
the compliment. I'm praising you too much." Xia Yujie said with a smile. Now he rarely loses control because of the anger of Xia Yu. Is this considered an improvement?
Xia Youjie sat at the table next to Yu. This was the desk that Yu specially placed for him, probably to exploit him better.
"Who have you invited?" Xia Youjie asked calmly. He did not ask about the purpose of holding the competition. After all, even if he asked, Zhen would not tell the truth, so it was better not to waste time.
"Hmm? That's a good question." He smiled, noticed the reply on the computer, and smiled mysteriously, "Secret."
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The smoking detective casually spoke out a plan that could change a person's life. He ignored the admiring gaze of the person in front of him and played with the black invitation with silver patterns on it in his hand.
The famous detective was holding snacks and pointing at the case materials with disdain, shouting out the truth of the matter. On the table, there was a black invitation letter with a corner exposed, which was covered by documents.
The gloomy novelist, holding the raccoon, held the invitation with his name on it, and hesitated in front of the raccoon whether to go.
The homicide detective, who was under heavy supervision but felt at ease, holding an exquisite and noble doll, was not surprised to see the invitation letter suddenly appearing on the table.
The little girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a red dress took the invitation and rudely threw it on the table of the man with purple eyes.
In the towering clock tower, a lady with bright red lips raised a steaming cup of black tea and looked at the invitation letter with interest, which did not cause any alarm.
The laughing mouse on the computer screen snatched away the elegantly worded invitation, illuminating the raised corners of the computer owner's lips.
...There are also unknown invitations in circulation.
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It seems that because of the secret realm, You Bo has not appeared in the eyes of the public for a while. In fact, he has always been following Gojo Satoru.
After seeing Euber's past, Gojo Satoru's attitude did not change at all when they met again. There was no disgust nor sympathy, as if he really just treated it as a movie.
"Hey, that secret realm, that's not your final destination, is it?" Gojo Satoru suddenly said to Youbo who was leisurely sorting out the jewelry.
Youbo paused, without even raising his eyes, he pushed the sparkling diamond and said in a flat tone: "Why do you say that?"
Gojo Satoru stared at Youbo for a moment, exhaled, and his six eyes were deep, and he whispered: "You have died before."
Even if the people in the Sky Tower are shrouded in fog, even the six eyes cannot see through it completely, but when it comes to death and curse, this cannot be hidden from his eyes.
You Bo ignored him and picked up the blue diamond on the table that was sparkling in the moonlight. He turned around and saw Gojo Satoru's eyes of heaven. He immediately lost interest in the blue diamond and turned it aside.
"So what? What answer do you want?" Youbo and Gojo Satoru looked at each other. Even if he really died, then what? What could Gojo Satoru do?
"It's just to satisfy my personal curiosity." Gojo Satoru replied nonchalantly, not at all stumped by the question. He and Euber are both selfish people, and they want to know because of their curiosity and interest.
Youbo stood up, walked slowly to Gojo Satoru, looked into his eyes carefully, chuckled and said, "Yes, I did die once."
Gojo Satoru got the answer, but did not pursue it further. He just stretched, glanced at the time exaggeratedly, and said, "We're going to be late for the mission."
Youbo looked at Gojo Satoru's disappearing figure without any reaction. He has always been inexplicably tolerant of Gojo Satoru.
Perhaps it is because Gojo Satoru is indeed one of the most powerful people in this world. Because he is very strong and is the child of destiny, he will not die easily and will always be there.
For such an existence, Youbo is willing to take a few steps back and even pave the way for him.
As for his death, Youbo looked at his delicate hands, as if he saw the disgusting mud again. He made a light "tsk" sound and shook his hands.
Never mind, it's not important.
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Apart from the past of the sixth seat of the Sky Tower, Youber, the most attention-grabbing thing recently is the detective competition organized by the fourth seat.
It seemed as if he was really organizing a competition, and he even showed an enthusiasm for it that was unprecedented in this world, and he personally took part in almost every step.
The Sky Tower promised a lot of benefits, and the Yokohama government agreed to allow the Sky Tower to use the site, so that the largest event venue in Yokohama could be held on the Raiha Street that was being filled in bit by bit.
Using Lefener's alchemical material, a Japanese-style building second only to the Sky Tower stood up.
It is a very standard courtyard, with brand new corridors and gardens, and the sound of bamboo tubes falling on pebbles is crisp.
It is incompatible with Leibo Street, but Zhi promised to demolish it after the detective competition, and his wealth and power can choke those who are looking for trouble.
"Speaking of which, you really let the poison do whatever it wants." Hongzhi lowered her head and knitted a sweater seriously, and whispered softly to the drowsy His Majesty beside her.
"Hmm..." Jiuchuan Yueyong responded lazily, and forced himself to muster some energy to reply, "He just likes to play, he won't make anything too big. Besides, I'm still here."
His Majesty is here, no matter what the tower keeper does, he can finish it.
It was an expected answer. Hongzhi didn't look up. She knitted the sweater quickly and carefully, thinking to herself, this is the courage you gave us.
His Majesty changed his posture, noticed Hongzhi's movements, and raised his eyebrows: "You are knitting a sweater again."
This is one of Hongzhi’s few hobbies. Her knitting skills are completely opposite to her cooking skills. Those exquisite sweaters with many patterns are easily made in Hongzhi’s hands.
Everyone in the Sky Tower has a sweater knitted by Hongzhi, and there are quite a few of them. There are also many of her handmade works displayed in her home.
“Well, think about it, the patterns I gave you last time were all from a long time ago, so let’s knit more this time.” Hongzhi said softly with gentle eyes.
A smile unconsciously appeared on His Majesty's face, and his voice softened: "Okay."
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There was no sign of anyone in the sky. It was a rare trip back to the Sky Tower that day, and the first thing he did was to look for Anna.
"I say, are you hiding something from me?" Anna puffed up her face and angrily said to Zhen, stomping her little leather shoes loudly.
Sometimes, Zhen would indeed act as a doll for her, but when Anna thought of the doll, she bit her lip and looked at Zhen stubbornly.
If it were someone else, Anna would have chopped him down with an axe long ago, but it was different. Even though he was annoying, he was still a member of the Sky Tower and a family member.
The look in Anna's eyes made him unable to utter the perfunctory words he had prepared. He sighed helplessly, squatted down and looked into the girl's eyes.
He leaned close to the girl's ear and said something. Anna's eyes widened and she grabbed the collar of Jue, saying with a fierceness that did not belong to her age: "You guy, are you serious?!"
Jue did not resist and opened his eyes. His amber eyes looked at Anna quietly, and Anna slowly let go of his hand.
She walked back and forth anxiously, and Zhen waited patiently by the side. Finally, Anna raised her head, and golden-red eyes appeared. The girl's face turned cold, and she asked in a weird tone: "Are you sure you can do it?"
Zhen nodded affirmatively, with a serious attitude. He could never use any tricks on this group of guys, and it would be faster to just state his needs than to scheme secretly.
Anna regained her golden eyes, hugged Noel tightly, and replied sullenly: "Okay, I promise you."
He showed a soft smile that was unlike his own, touched Anna's head, chuckled and said: "In that case, you can come and play this time."
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Just after He came out of Anna's space, he thought for a while, turned around and went to the garden, and as expected, he saw His Majesty with his eyes closed.
"Your Majesty, do you want to go and see the game I prepared?" He suddenly asked Jiuchuan Yueyong who was basking in the sun.
His Majesty raised his eyes and observed Zhen's expression. It seemed that he really wanted him to go. After struggling on the comfortable recliner for a while, he sat up and said sleepily: "Okay, let's go and take a look."
"Is this your competition venue?" His Majesty asked, looking at the courtyard in front of him.
He nodded, his eyes stayed on His Majesty. He said in a relaxed tone: "In order to make the detectives fully committed, I have put a lot of thought into it."
The fan covered half of His Majesty's face, so his expression could not be seen. After a while, he slowly said: "Then have fun."
After saying that, he ignored He and turned around and disappeared, leaving Zhen alone, looking at the courtyard thoughtfully.
"Host dear, what's wrong with you?" 022's voice suddenly sounded, and he asked Jiuchuan Yueyong, who was obviously in a bad mood, with a bit of caution.
Jiuchuan Yueyong did not answer. He stood by the railing, looking at the rippling sea water illuminated by the moonlight.
He actually didn't know what he was worried about. Logically speaking, those were just his aliases.
However, those who clearly possessed a self-personality did exist in the past.
Is the Sky Tower really fictional and non-existent?
If not, then am I really His Majesty?
Jiuchuan Yueyong shook his head and let out a breath. He didn't want to care about these things for the time being. To put it simply, it was completely over.
It's something that will be known sooner or later anyway, and they, the tower guards, won't do anything to him.
This was the answer that Kyuugawa Tsukuyō's deepest intuition told him.
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The day stated on the invitation letter arrived, and the courtyard that had been blocked for a long time was unsealed.
The Sky Tower has prepared accommodation for visitors and temporarily opened up a small space for each of them, which also satisfies the purpose of some people to explore the Sky Tower.
The organizer of the competition is Zhen, so naturally it is Zhen who will receive these people. His Majesty does not care and still sleeps in the garden of the Sky Tower as usual.
But no one dared to disturb him. After all, 022, his housekeeper, just stayed quietly beside him. After witnessing 022 burying the offending Gogol in the soil, they reached a consensus.
Most people come early, and in order to avoid boring the guests, Zhen will also accompany the "detectives" he personally invited.
"The Sky Tower is indeed the same as the rumors said." Agatha took a sip of black tea, paused, and said in an admiring tone, "Even the black tea is different. Is it also a product of another world?"
"If Miss Agatha likes it, I can bring some back for you when I leave." Hen's tone was relaxed and she was smiling. Her black hair was tied into a small bun, and she looked young and noble.
He placed the cards in his hand neatly on the table. His hands looked slender against his skin because of the white gloves. He tilted his head and said, "I won again." "
As expected of Mr. He. You have more experience than us." Fedor pushed the chips towards He, acting like an elegant aristocrat.
Agatha simply gave the chips to Qin. Her original purpose was the Sky Tower, and these small gambles were not important.
"Really? A bunch of black-hearted guys got together." Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes. If it weren't for the temptation of snacks, he wouldn't have been willing to come.
Allen, who was standing aside, held the book in his hand and looked at Edogawa Ranpo and Aya Qianxingren, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
Just yesterday, these two people quickly solved the mystery in his book. Monellan also went in, but no one knew what happened inside. He was the last one to come out, and he looked like he had a headache.
Dazai Osamu was reading the "Complete Suicide Manual" in his hand with great interest, and seemed to be paying no attention to the card game next to him.
Monellan looked up at him and said coldly to him, "It's almost done."
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, looked around, shook his earrings slightly, and smiled, "Do you want to gamble together?"
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Reality
Reality
"Mr. Zhen, what's the bet?" Agatha continued Zhen's words, smiling elegantly and generously, and said softly, "After all, one of the charms of gambling is the reward that is unattainable but coveted."
Zhen did not care about Agatha's interruption. The people next to him were also watching them quietly. They had a lot of experience and knowledge, and they were also very curious about what Zhen would come up with to impress them.
"Didn't I tell you? This is really my mistake." Yu pretended to be surprised, and received an undisguised stare from Edogawa Ranpo.
He tilted his head and smiled, his face swaying like a golden teardrop, showing off his noble face. He said with a smile: "The champion of this detective competition can make a request to me, but it is limited to me."
Without waiting for others to react, he spoke again: "As for the stakes of the bet," he drew out his words, his tone hiding excitement and badness, and finally said in a seemingly calm voice, "It's the witch's heart."
Everyone paused, except Monellan, who had known it for a long time and was playing with the pipe in his hand.
The Witch's Heart is no stranger to those who know the story of Lefener. It can own the world and realize all unlimited treasures.
"Is this the witch's heart I heard about?" Allenbi was also shocked by this big deal and couldn't help asking.
"Of course, of course. It's absolutely authentic. Mr. Monellan can testify to it." He said with a smile, a sincere expression on his face.
Monellan raised his eyebrows, and the boy nodded calmly, confirming what Zhen said.
".....This is really an attractive bet." Fyodor smiled and said in an unclear tone.
"Don't worry about me cheating. For me, an exciting and interesting gambling game is the best reward." He spoke again, this time with a gentle tone, but his words carried a hint of arrogance.
This statement is true, and the people present are not fools. They can hear and see Jin's attitude. For this madman who has everything, this may be one of his few pleasures.
The group of guests did not stay for too long. After confirming the bet with Zhen, they left with a lot of questions and plans.
In the end, only Zhen and Monellan were left in the space. Zhen looked at the moonlight coming through the window, unable to tell whether it was real or fake.
He stood up and was about to leave when Monellan, who had been sitting on the sofa behind him and looked unhappy, spoke with an inexplicably paranoid tone: "Your Majesty will be unhappy."
His Majesty has always been tolerant and indulgent towards them. Even if the tower keepers did something excessive, he would not punish them, but would just be angry by himself.
He always felt that he was the one who brought the tower guards out, so he had to be responsible for them to the end, so every time he helped them clean up with helplessness and tolerance.
His Majesty's love and tolerance softened them, so they voluntarily put on shackles to protect the world that hurt them and become "good people" in the true sense.
But this also indulged their madness and recklessness. The tower guards watched His Majesty's every move and never concealed their actions because they knew that His Majesty would always forgive them.
A group of lunatics restrained their madness and guarded the dazzling light like a dragon guarding a treasure.
"I don't want Your Majesty to be unhappy." Monellan said this with inexplicable grievance like a real teenager.
But you still agreed to join this plan, Zhen said lightly in his heart. He did not say it out loud because it was something the tower guards knew very well.
Now that we have given them these, we are not allowed to take them back, not even a little bit.
So, Zhen opened his eyes slightly, his amber eyes showed an almost morbid persistence, His Majesty will always be in the Sky Tower, no matter what kind of His Majesty he is.
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The deadline for the detective competition is approaching. Only those with an invitation letter can participate. Eliminating the tedious screening procedures, we directly enter the final venue, the Japanese garden.
"Just enter, the puzzle is inside, and the first one to come out will be the champion." With a businesslike smile, he glanced at everyone and paused in some inconspicuous corners.
There is something like "restraint" on the invitation letter of Zhen, which will not harm or control them. After inspection by people from all sides, his purpose seems to be really a detective competition.
Xia Youjie was also inside. It was given to him by Zhen. He had not originally planned to go, but was persuaded by Zhen's words. He remembered Zhen's mysterious smile and the words: "Maybe there are the answers you have been looking for in there."
He was still bewitched by this guy. He took a last look at Zhen, and followed the crowd without hesitation into the courtyard with the door open but unable to see clearly inside.
He looked at the gate, raised his head to glance at the blue sky, gave an ambiguous smile, and walked into the courtyard.
After Zhen entered, the door slowly closed and no sound could be heard.
"Welcome, sir." When Geto Suguru opened his eyes again, he saw two maids in simple matching kimonos kneeling and greeting them.
They wear the same clothes and look the same, even the angles of the hairpins on their heads are the same, as if they were completely copied and pasted.
Yes, them. He turned to look at Gojo Satoru who had come to join in the fun, and Dazai Osamu who seemed to be in a good mood.
"Sir?" Xia Youjie repeated, raising an eyebrow at the title.
Gojo Satoru touched his chin, the bandage blocking his vision, and he said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "It's very exquisitely made."
Exquisitely? Geto Suguru looked at the pair of maids carefully and paused. Both their actions and appearance were extremely real, except for the hands covered by the large sleeves of their kimono, which revealed the fine stitches when they occasionally moved.
Doll, Xia Youjie thought of the ability of the last tower guard girl, it seems that this is her masterpiece, but with Anna's ability, would she reveal these stitches as flaws?
"Hey, let me tell you, the bandage should be made of this kind of material to be effective." Dazai Osamu behind him naturally started talking to Gojo Satoru.
Two people who are like-minded in some aspects started chatting in an inexplicably harmonious manner.
Gojo Satoru thought for a while, nodded in admiration, pulled the bandage on his face and agreed: "No wonder it feels uncomfortable, I see, you are really experienced."
Xia Yujie took a deep breath and ignored the conversation behind him. Just when he was about to ask the maid leading the way in front, the maids suddenly spoke like NPCs in the game: "The young master is still in a coma. The three of them are famous doctors. I believe you can cure the young master."
It seems that this is their identity, doctors. None of the three of them can see a doctor. Xia Yujie complained in his heart, but on the surface he smiled gently and asked: "We will try our best to live up to expectations, but the young master has not woken up for so long, I don't know if his body can bear it."
The maid did not speak, lowered her head in the winding and cascading corridors, and did not make any sound in her foot clothes.
Finally, they stopped in front of a room and said in unison: "This is the young master's room, please come in."
Just when the three did not respond and Gojo Satoru was even eager to take apart the two dolls, footsteps were heard from the other end of the corridor.
A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties came over in a panic. The kimono he wore was much better than the maid's. When he saw people, the expression on his face twisted for a moment and then quickly returned to normal.
"What are you two doing! The master said that the guests should be taken there first and received properly. The young master is resting now and cannot be disturbed!" The man shouted at the maid who was lowering her head and had a blank expression on her face. He turned to the three people with a gentle face, "Three guests, please follow me." The
three people looked at each other, and Xia Youjie spoke with a worried tone: "But we are here because of the young master's illness. Will it delay the young master's treatment?"
"No, sir, we also know the young master's condition. Besides, the master can only feel at ease after seeing everyone in our Kitahara family." The man replied politely, but his tone was not negotiating.
It seemed that there was no way to take advantage of the situation, so Xia Yujie nodded and prepared to follow the man. Dazai Osamu said something in the ear of the maid on the left. The maid looked flustered for a moment, then lowered her head. The maid on the right did not respond, but followed the one on the left and lowered her head.
Dazai Osamu seemed to have received some information, nodded, and still with a frivolous smile on his face, he followed the man's pace.
"This old-fashioned and disgusting family exudes a rotten smell that can't be contained for a moment." Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke with a complaining tone.
But the man leading the way seemed not to have heard it and walked ahead without saying a word.
"Is that so?" Dazai Osamu murmured, his smile widened, and he even hummed a song softly.
Geto Suguru knew Dazai Osamu. Having worked behind Yui for so long, he had a lot of information in his hands. At least he knew Dazai Osamu, the youngest cadre and one of the "Double Black" who was once famous in the underground world.
"As Dazai's enemy, the most unfortunate thing is to become Dazai's enemy." I thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems that this person is indeed very powerful and a black-hearted person like鸩.
Geto Xiayou showed a subtle disdain, but Gojo Satoru didn't think so much about it, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. He asked curiously, "Hey, what do you know?"
Dazai Osamu blinked, and his delicate face was covered with mystery. He smiled and replied, "I'll tell you later."
This place is really big, and the man spoke naturally, "I'm the steward of the Kitahara family, Kitahara Ken. You can come to me anytime if you have anything. I'm in the east courtyard. The young master is seriously ill and is staying in the west courtyard. I hope you don't disturb him easily if you have nothing to do."
After walking around for a long time, Kitahara Ken stopped and said to them respectfully, "Guests, we're here."
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"Click." The white piece in Jiuchuan Yueyong's hand didn't hold firmly and fell on the chessboard.
He frowned, having an inexplicable ominous premonition, but heard Lin Yi on the opposite side say: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Jiuchuan Yueyong came to his senses, yawned, and said vaguely: "Nothing, I'm just a little tired."
"You are tired after just two games. You used to be able to play with me for an afternoon." Lin Yi replied with his eyes lowered, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
"Alas, it may be because of the red fat tonic soup I drank this morning." Jiuchuan Yueyong said helplessly, and asked, "Where is Tumi? He is not sticking to you."
"He also has his own fun. He is probably with his students now." Lin Yi smiled and refilled a cup of tea for His Majesty.
"Is that so?" Jiuchuan Yueyong stretched again, dropped the white piece casually, and said calmly, "I never care about you, you can do whatever you want."
Lin Yi looked up with a smile, watching His Majesty eating the cakes with relish, without saying a word, just dropped the black piece and whispered, "I won."
60
Reality
When they stepped into the room, everyone, including Dazai Osamu, felt dizzy .
When I came to my senses, I saw an energetic old man with a white beard and wearing a white crane kimono kneeling in the main seat.
There were several seats on both sides of him, which were almost full, so it was not surprising to see them.
"Since the guests are here, please take a seat as soon as possible." The old man's voice was strangely hoarse. Although he looked strong, his voice sounded like he was dying.
There were still empty seats, so the three of them picked one at random, but they all paused when they sat down. Xia Youjie remained calm. The moment he sat down, he had a strange feeling. He was familiar with this feeling, it was the establishment of "restraint".
But can constraints be set without the other party knowing? The conditions and costs of the restraints are also unknown, as is how strong the restraints are and whether they can afford the cost of violation.
Countless thoughts flashed through Geto Xiayou's mind, but he still maintained a gentle smile on the surface. He nodded slightly to the head of the family and said, "Thank you for the hospitality, Master Kitahara."
The old man glanced at everyone present. Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru were whispering, Agatha looked bored and blew her manicure, Aya Qianxing was dressing up the doll in her hand, and Fyodor lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Since everyone is here, I won't say much. My name is Kitahara Rie, the head of the Kitahara family. I'm very happy to see you all." Although he said this, he still had a stern face and his eyes were dull, and it was unclear where he was looking.
"The reason I invited you all here this time is," the old man paused, and suddenly kicked over the table in front of him, his hoarse voice filled with anger, "There is a dirty thing, someone has cursed the Kitahara family! My son! The hope of the Kitahara family has been entangled by a disgusting thing! You! You must solve it for me!" He
spoke passionately, but there was fear that could not be concealed in his words, and it was obvious that he was trying to give himself courage.
"Can you explain it in detail? This will make it more convenient to treat your Excellency." Fyodor asked with a smile in a soft voice.
"The Kitahara family is a well-known noble family. It has been the leader since its establishment and has remained standing to this day. My second child is the pride of the Kitahara family. He will be able to lead the Kitahara family to a higher level!" Kitahara Rie calmed down and spoke lightly. Her harsh and hoarse voice made Agatha frown impatiently.
"But ever since Sosuke came back from his last trip, he has been in a coma. Even the Kitahara family has been experiencing strange things. This time, we have gathered talented people from all sides to solve this matter once and for all!" Kitahara Riyoshi spoke righteously with a serious expression.
In other words, you only look for someone to solve the problem when things are truly out of control? This Kitahara family definitely has something shameful or secretive.
"I'm a little tired. Let Ken take you to rest." Kitahara Rie was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke. He didn't have any other conspiracies as Geto Suguru had thought of. It seemed that he was just an NPC who brought summaries in the game.
There were only Kitahara Rie and the guests in the room. After Kitahara Rie walked out of the door with a stern face, several people started talking.
"Ms. Agatha, you seem to have discovered something." Fyodor spoke softly to Agatha, who was slightly interested.
"No one is perfect. This family is really interesting." Agatha said softly, thinking of the servants and masters she had met before.
"Were you brought in by the same maid?" Dazai Osamu asked with a smile.
"Yes, it seems that Dazai-kun is the same?" Fyodor nodded in response, and the atmosphere was inexplicably happy.
"It's boring to see through this disgusting family at a glance." Ling Qianxingren's focus was still on Jian Qiming, and he just said it softly.
"The strangest place is the West Courtyard," Gojo Satoru said lazily after yawning. They still have their abilities here, which is one of the reasons why they can stay here without any worries.
In his Six Eyes, the Kitahara family seemed to be cursed. There were at least three special grievances, and the most serious one was what they called the Young Master's West Courtyard.
"It seems that the puzzle is this young master." Xia Youjie continued without changing his expression.
At this time, Kitahara Ken walked in, followed by the twin maids who met again. He bowed to them, lowered his head and said, "The guests' accommodation has been arranged. Please follow us."
Just as everyone was going out, someone ran over in a panic and accidentally bumped into Ling Qianxing. Ling Qianxing didn't move, but he was knocked back a few steps.
"Second Young Master, please be careful and don't offend the distinguished guests." Kitahara Ken stepped forward and spoke in a polite but stern voice to the gloomy man in front of him who was wearing glasses and whose hair almost covered his face.
"Sorry, sorry, my father called me and I was afraid I would be late." He bowed randomly, like a frightened animal, not daring to look up at people, and his whole body almost curled up into a ball.
"Since it's the master's instruction, you'd better hurry up." Kitahara Ken frowned and turned sideways to motion him to go.
The second young master didn't even say hello and ran away in a panic, leaving only his back.
Kitahara Ken led the way again. He laughed twice and began to introduce: "Haha, the person just now was Kitahara family's eldest son, Kitahara Hiko.
He is rather introverted, so excuse me for making a fool of myself." It seems that this young master does not have a high status and it is difficult for him to survive in such a family.
The three men led them to different rooms. Xia Youjie asked again: "When can we meet Master Sosuke?"
Kitahara Ken paused, turned around, raised the corners of his mouth strangely, and said softly: "When the time comes, we will meet him."
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As for Edogawa Ranpo, Allenby, and Mori Ogai, who had not kept up with the main group since they came in, they inexplicably became the new servants of this young master.
It was really unfair to let these three be servants, and they had no experience in serving others. However, this young master was not taken seriously, and the servants in the clan who followed the situation were unwilling to take good care of him.
He was too timid to pursue the matter further, which resulted in the three of them being relatively free.
As they were among the servants, it was naturally easier for them to get information, and they got news faster than Xia Yujie and the others. They even found out what the second young master liked to eat.
Mori Ogai even asked Alice to take a stroll around the west courtyard, but surprisingly, there was nothing there. The courtyard was so beautiful that it looked like it was painted, but the second young master was nowhere to be seen. Until the last puzzled "Hmm?" was heard, Alice lost consciousness and is still recuperating and cannot be summoned.
Edogawa Ranpo realized early on that these servants were Anna's dolls. The moment he saw them, he seemed to think of something and walked out with a serious face, not knowing where he was going.
As for Allen, after Edogawa Ranpo left, he, who was not used to getting along with others, chose to explore on his own. Since his supernatural powers had not disappeared, he had a considerable ability to protect himself.
Why did Mori Ogai choose to stay on the young master's side? It was not for anyone else, but because the sound of "Hmm?" was almost exactly the same as the young master's voice.
But Kitahara Hiko seemed to be just an ordinary, unappreciated young master with a timid personality. After all, he was still a young master, and his life in the Kitahara family was neither good nor bad.
Just when Mori Ogai was considering whether to go to the West Court again, Geto Suguru had already formed a group with Gojo Satoru and went to the West Court.
"What a disgusting feeling." Gojo Satoru muttered to himself as he looked at the yard in front of him, curling his lips unhappily.
"Huh? Is Gojo Satoru, the pillar of the curse world, scared?" Suguru Geto said lightly, walking past Gojo Satoru and walking in front.
"You guy, do you want to fight?" Gojo Satoru yelled unhappily, and took a few quick steps to stand side by side with Geto Suguru, and they started arguing with each other.
The moment they stepped into the west courtyard, the two people who had seen countless cursed spirits were shocked by what they saw.
Its body is taller than a house, and its upper body is a huge irregular sphere with countless pairs of eyes of different shapes, including those of the elderly, children, and adults. There are countless wriggling tentacles on the lower body, and each tentacle has a pink suction cup that oozes a sticky liquid. The three largest tentacles are inlaid with skulls, and they look lifelike, as if they will come to life in the next second.
".....What is this!" Gojo Satoru couldn't help but utter a cry. Having seen countless terrifying cursed spirits, Gojo Satoru, who thought that nothing could disgust him, felt that he had lost.
His six eyes frantically sent out warnings of danger when he saw this monster. A chill surged from the bottom of his heart, and crazy emotions continued to emerge, causing his six eyes to feel a tingling pain they had never felt before.
Xia Youjie bit his lip. He felt a kind of spiritual pollution when he saw this monster. It was similar to Yu Bo's but fundamentally different. Yu Bo's was still about manipulation, but this monster was more about assimilation.
"Tsk, I haven't seen such a disgusting thing in a long time. You know what to do, right, Jie?" Gojo Satoru tore off the bandage and threw it away, his tone of confidence and pride unchanged.
Geto Suguru sighed, and a dark shadow emerged behind him. A similar ostentatious smile appeared on his face as Gojo Satoru's: "Ah, of course."
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are the strongest combination, and this will not change.
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“Your Majesty will really be angry.” The young man’s cold voice showed some depression, which was rare. Monellan said as he looked at the fierce battle scene in front of him that was similar to the surveillance footage.
Behind him was the knocked-out Edogawa Ranpo, and next to him was the serious-looking Yuichi who was rarely smiling.
In front of Yu was a transparent panel similar to the system panel, with an unmarked progress bar on it. As Gojo Satoru fought, the progress bar grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"There's nothing we can do about it." Jinman looked at the growing progress bar and turned to Monellan and said.
There was the sound of a wheelchair behind him. Lefener glanced at them, his eyes deepened as he looked at the panel, and he said lightly: "I want to vomit at such hypocrisy. Besides, this doesn't look like a detective competition."
Which detective competition would allow such a monster and require the contestants to fight?
"I'm not a detective, and I'm not very good at those troublesome decryptions." Yu flipped through the thin information in his hand, "I really don't mean to harm them, right?"
Yu really wanted an opportunity to gather important people, and the detective competition was a good opportunity. But he never lied from beginning to end. If you want to deceive those smart people, you have to deceive yourself as well.
So, Zhi was indeed preparing carefully for this competition, the prizes were also prepared for the winners, the Witch's Heart was real, the fun was real, and he never told a lie from beginning to end.
And what we're doing now is just some extra fun and won't affect the game, right?
"Your Majesty, we can't keep it a secret for long." Lefener said briefly, with a collar inlaid with pink diamonds around the neck of Zero in his arms.
"It's okay, it's enough." He raised his head and looked at the information in his hand for the umpteenth time.
Your Majesty knows them, and they also know Your Majesty. So this time, it depends on who will be soft-hearted first.
However, I dare to be sure that by then, it will be Your Majesty who will give in first.
"Not bad." Lefener looked at the fierce and weird monster fighting back and forth with the two top-grade sorcerers on the screen, and nodded with satisfaction.
It was no wonder that he spent a lot of time researching it. The appearance was based on Lovecraft's psychic. After all, his doll was in Anna's hand.
He will not be defeated easily. His spiritual ability comes from Eubo's mermaid pearl. It is better to say that the replica brought out from the secret realm is the main source of energy for this monster.
......Only that kind of mermaid pearl can withstand the fusion of the demonic ooze.
He lowered his head and looked at a scaled-down sand table that was identical to the one at Kitahara's house, with a few simple yet distinctive little wooden figures standing on it.
His slender fingers gently picked up the wooden man at the back that somewhat resembled His Majesty, the fourth tower keeper and trader, and smiled a crazy and confident gambler's smile.
"Snap." The wooden man fell down. It stood in the position with the most comprehensive view of the sand table, enough to watch everything that happened.