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122: Extra: Butei and Hong Kong: A Day in the Black Cube World

122: Extra: Butei and Hong Kong: A Day in the Black Cube World

Chapter 122 Extra

"What is going on?!"

Kunikida Doppo's scream came from the open field.

Nakajima Atsushi looked to the left, then to the right, his sight fixed on Kunikida Doppo. The little tiger who had just joined the Armed Detective Agency was so frightened that his hair stood up.

"Mr. Kunikida, where is this?"

Nakajima Atsushi looked down. He had neither a kettle nor documents in his hands.

He clearly remembered that everyone in the Armed Detective Agency was discussing a case, but when he came back, everyone was gone while he was making a cup of tea.

Mr. Kunikida, Mr. Ranpo, the president, Dazai-san, Tanizaki-kun... everyone was gone.

Then, even he came to this strange place.

Could it be the enemy's special ability?

Nakajima Atsushi lowered his body and observed the surroundings vigilantly:

they were in a wide plain, with trees not far away. On the flat grassland, chickens were looming in the grass, a few sheep were nibbling grass comfortably, and black and white cows were mooing, with their tails swaying from time to time.

His intuition told him that this was definitely not an illusion.

When he saw the river not far away, Nakajima Atsushi was shocked, "Then, what is there?"

Something was rising and falling under the river surface, and a series of bubbles gurgled out of the water.

"Is it an enemy? Or..." Nakajima Atsushi looked at the scene with a strong sense of déjà vu, and had a vague guess in his heart.

Under the eyes of these two people, a piece of bandage floated to the surface of the water.

"It's Mr. Dazai!" Nakajima Atsushi sighed, resigned himself to the fate of jumping over, and pulled the bandage to pull out Dazai Osamu who was soaking in the river water.

After Dazai Osamu was fished out, water spurted out of his mouth. He sat up and greeted with a smile:

"Kunikida-kun, Atsushi-kun, good afternoon."

"Ta-zai-you!" Kunikida rolled up his sleeves and hit Dazai Osamu on the head, "Don't you know the occasion when you commit suicide?!"

"It hurts, Kunikida-kun," Dazai Osamu covered the bump on his head and complained with tears in his eyes, "I obviously did a good job of research."

"But the river water here is so clear. If I die in such a river, I can commit suicide in a refreshing and energetic way." Dazai Osamu crossed his arms and looked at the clean river reluctantly. He was dragged away by Kunikida's collar.

He bent his index finger and licked the remaining water stains carefully, his eyes narrowed slightly:

he had tasted the water of every river in Yokohama, and this place definitely had no intersection with Yokohama.