White moonlight is my vest

11-15

Chapter 11

"But now you should just be a good soul. If your soul has to come out to fight... then I am too lame." Zenin Naoya stretched, completely ignoring the strange looks from others.

Because in the eyes of the Armed Detective Agency, Zenin Naoya was muttering something to the air, as if he was talking to himself. But Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo knew that it was not the case. There must be something following Zenin Naoya, but they just couldn't see it.

That was Fushiguro Shinji's soul, which was bound to the vest of "Zenin Naoya".

Fushiguro Shinji sneered: "Can't you learn from that kid over there and call me brother?"

"Forget it," Zenin Naoya said lazily, "I'm not Naoya."

After Zenin Naoya finished speaking, he stopped listening to Fushiguro Shinji's muttering and turned to look at Tsushima Atsuki.

Just now, the sick young man finally opened his eyes, and the ceiling of the infirmary was reflected in his iris-colored eyes. The first moment he woke up, his fingers moved slightly in Dazai Osamu's palm. Although there was a person he didn't know in the infirmary, Tsushima Onju didn't care.

His eyelashes trembled, and his voice was still a little weak: "What's wrong?"

Dazai Osamu pursed his lips and whispered to him about the current situation. Dazai Osamu stared at Tsushima Onju without blinking, afraid to miss any subtle expression on his face. Only he knew how afraid he was that Tsushima Onju would hide it from him, or even... deceive him.

Although he had done the same thing to Tsushima Onju before, Dazai Osamu's face turned pale when he thought of this.

Fortunately, Tsushima Onju had been holding his hand and didn't let go. Tsushima Onju had just

woken up, and his mind was still a little confused. It took him a while to fully digest the information. He raised his eyes and looked at Zenin Shangye, saying: "I don't remember you... nor do I remember the so-called gods."

Zenin Shangye did not continue to sit, but stood up and walked two or three steps to Tsushima Onju's bed. His black hair fell on the pure white sheets, with a kind of gorgeous and decadent beauty. Tsushima Onuki did not avoid it either, and their eyes met in the air.

Tsushima Onuki frowned slightly, but Zenin Shonya smiled instead.

"I am not good at telling stories," Zenin Shonya said, "and I don't have much patience. The information I can tell you is very limited. The fight is coming, and if you still maintain your current state - it's not a good thing."

Yosano Akiko quietly asked Edogawa Ranpo: "Mr. Ranpo, what is the 'fight' he is talking about?" Edogawa

Ranpo had already opened his eyes and put on his glasses. "It's a battle between their believers." Thinking of the information revealed in Zenin Shonya's previous words, the famous detective felt a little bad, but also a little eager to try. It is really boring to solve cases that are difficult for the public security but a piece of cake for the famous detective every day. In such a life, something new suddenly appeared, and Edogawa Ranpo was naturally very curious.

"Is it true?" Yosano Akiko's impression of Tsushima Onki was still that of the young man who fainted from time to time, and she already had some PTSD for words like war. She frowned when she heard it. She couldn't imagine Tsushima Onki fighting with others. "I don't think this is good."