"How about taking me to see it?" I asked.
"Of course." Chuuya took one last sip of red wine, stood up, picked up his coat and walked out.
We walked out of Lupin together. Zhongye was very thoughtful during this journey and remained silent without saying much.
And I was the same, too many words lead to mistakes, so I didn’t say anything.
In this way, we arrived in front of Mafia's building. Without any guards to stop us, we quickly reached the interrogation room.
Unexpectedly, I saw Akutagawa at the door of the interrogation room.
When he saw us, he nodded slightly and saluted.
Although I have always had this expression on Akutagawa since I had an impression of him, today's expression is even more gloomy, like the sea.
The clouds before the storm.
"What happened?" Chuuya quickened his pace and asked.
"Mr. Chuuya," Akutagawa took a deep breath, "You'd better come over and see for yourself..."
Chuuya and I walked side by side. When we walked to the holding room, both of us held our breaths involuntarily.
What is in front of us is a corpse that has already been highly decomposed. The body spots on his body are deeply sunken and blurred. How happy it is to have blowflies twining above.
"He must have been dead for at least a few months." Chuuya lowered the brim of his hat and turned sideways as if to stay away from the stench.
"The corpse water is enough to make a pot of tea..." I couldn't hold it back and added faintly.
"I just finished drinking, don't make me spit in your face." Chuuya glared at me.
"Ahem, you two," Akutagawa coughed slightly and brought the topic back, "The clue is gone."
"Not necessarily." Zhongya said. He stood on tiptoes and approached the corpse, leaning down to observe something carefully.
"Kirihara," he called me, "come here and take a look."
I didn't want to go there at first, but when he called me, I had to go and have a look.
I drank the stinking corpse water and looked down at Zhongya's gaze - there was a Mafia nameplate there.
I took out my dagger and swiped the name plate slightly outward with the tip of the knife so that we could see the name of the corpse clearly.
"I can only see the name clearly, the surname is completely blurred." Zhongya looked up in disappointment.
"Xiong Fei..." I read out his name.
"Ono Yufei." At this time, a ethereal voice appeared beside my shoulder.
I shuddered and turned sideways to see clearly that it was Yumeno Kusaku. He was holding a rag doll and staring at me with a smile on his face.
"Long time no see, Kirihara, why didn't you say hello to me and the doll when you came back this time?"
I rolled my eyes and thought I had forgotten you.
Chuuya saw the two of us looking at each other indifferently, neither of us making any next move, as if he was afraid that we would fight and was anxious about the progress of the mission, so he said quickly: "Meng Ye, do you know him?"
Mengye tilted his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his voice was playful: "I know you. He called me a little kid. I was very angry, so I played with him for a while... and then I never saw him again. "
"How long?" I asked.
"Three months." Mengye blinked and replied with a smile.
Three months.
Chuuya and I glanced at each other in unison.
Three months is enough time for a body to decompose like this.
"Moses Moses. Well, I understand. I'll go right away." Akutagawa hung up the phone.
"What?" I called Akutagawa.
"Kajii met a 'shapeshifter' like himself. The leader asked me to capture him alive." Akutagawa explained.
"Take me one," I shook my head, "I'll leave you alone, Chuuya."
"You really can't sit still," Chuuya snorted, "Go ahead, Saburo and Erlang."
…
The battlefield is nothing but smoke, roar, blood and death.
It wasn't too late when Akutagawa and I arrived, and Kajii was still jumping around and screaming.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You faker who can't even use a lemon bomb!"
As he spoke, he threw several more bombs at the "Transformer", but they had no effect.
"Kajii" on the opposite side still retains a strange numbness, standing stupidly in the smoke.
"Why does such an enemy need to ask for help from the headquarters? Ahem, I really looked down on you before." Akutagawa said scornfully.
After saying this, the red and black Rashomon gate rose from the ground like Shura, and the "Kajii" was entangled in the lightning and flint.
Amidst the rustling wind, I vaguely heard Kajii mutter: "I didn't ask for help either..."
Looking back, the "transformer" finally stopped being sluggish and began to struggle as hard as he could. But for the mighty Rashomon, this struggle is undoubtedly like a small drop in the tree.
Finally, it realized this fact.
"The 'Shapeshifter' doesn't struggle anymore, let's go." I narrowed my eyes.
However, things always happen unexpectedly. Just after I said this, the 'morpher' collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye in the blink of an eye, turning into an unrecognizable corpse.
Seeing this, we all understood that the mission had failed. Akutagawa dropped the body on the ground and was able to observe it up close.
This corpse obviously died much shorter than Ono Yuhi. He was just stiff and had many dents on his body, as if someone had hit him with a rock.
Noticing this, I somehow remembered Han Feizi, whom I had met several times.
His power seems to be to throw stones. Although this sounds like a child playing house, as someone who has experienced it, I know that his power is not weak.
"Take it away," I said. This corpse is probably more useful than the last one.
Akutagawa nodded, and just as Rashomon was about to roll him up again, he was struck by a beam of electricity.
I looked up in fright, and what I saw were three familiar figures.
Atsushi Nakajima, Doppo Kunikida, and Osamu Dazai.
"Put him down!" Kunikida snapped.
"Mr. Dazai..." However, Akutagawa's eyes did not leave Kunikida and his machine gun at all.
It was indeed Yokohama’s best putt. It was so scary that I stuck out my tongue.
"Long time no see~" Dazai waved his hand.
"You are not welcome here." I said calmly, holding my pocket watch tightly.
"This sentence will also be returned to you." Atsushi frowned, with anger burning in his eyes.
It seems there is a misunderstanding.
I noticed something unusual about Atsushi, and I was about to say something to save the situation, but the next second the man and the tiger were already running towards me.
I sighed, but before I could fight with him, Akutagawa's Rashomon descended in front of me, blocking me solidly.
"Your opponent is me, Renhu!"
These two are old enemies, so I wouldn't be surprised if they start fighting. But before I could pay attention to Kajii's movements, Dazai arrived quietly, accompanied by a cold wind shadow attacking my left abdomen.
I was taken aback, but I still relied on my instinct to block his attack.
I struggled to push back a few steps, and my forearm ached slightly, which showed that Dazai didn't stop.
"Seriously?" I raised my eyebrows.
"That's right," Dazai said with a playful smile, "otherwise we would look superfluous~"
