Bai Lan shook his head frantically.

Even if he wanted to scold Dazai, he wouldn’t do it back in his youth. Surely he would wait until the other side had been whitewashed, unable to kill, and then scold Dazai without any risk of life!

Dazai looked at the lively expression of the Italian teenager with suspicion and put down the gun he had been holding up.

“Tell me the information about Rambo.”

“Rando, whose real name is Rambo, is a quasi-cadre of the Hong Kong underworld. He joined the Hong Kong underworld six years ago and has been searching for the truth behind the Leibo Street explosion six years ago, trying to uncover his lost memories…”

Bai Lan revealed the biggest hidden danger in the Hong Kong underworld.

At the same time, he exposed Rambo’s background: “This person is already dead, now considered a humanoid esper.”

Dazai was slightly stunned.

Bai Lan shrugged, “I don’t know much about him. Mainly, he was a spy dispatched from Europe to Japan six years ago, and due to my close relations with Europe… um, indirect monitoring of him. His spatial esper ability is quite impressive. If it weren’t for his unwavering loyalty, I would have tried to recruit him.”

Dazai pondered, “Spatial ability… from what you’re saying, it’s more than what he’s shown.”

Bai Lan replied, “Yes, he can tap into the power of the dead.”

Bai Lan, who sold his boss to survive, knew everything and spoke without reservation, still enjoying himself today.

In the headquarters of the Hong Kong underworld, a quasi-cadre suddenly felt colder and sweated more. Lan Tang tightened his warm coat and sniffed, “I’d better go back to my own house…”. Over the past six years, his lost memories had gradually returned, and recently, he had been secretly investigating the origin of Nakahara, who made him realize he might be looking for the right person.

Originally scheduled to start acting in a year, Lan Tang, influenced by Arahabaki, began to plan early, secretly suspecting Nakahara was the true culprit behind the Leibo Street explosion.

That dark, crimson, violent power…

He seemed to have seen it six years ago.

…

Yokohama City, not far from the Hong Kong underworld, there was a dessert shop.

Finding that his home stock of coffee pudding was zero, Kusuo reluctantly took a long journey out to eat. He arrived at a dessert shop in Yokohama City.

Sitting in the dessert shop, he allowed himself to be distracted from the delicacies.

[“How could this person be associated with the Hong Kong underworld?”]

Under the influence of that mask, Kusuo admitted to himself that he had softened, wanting to help Hyakki, but solving the dog’s problem was put on the back burner. After all, that dog couldn’t bite him, and he temporarily had a way to shake off its tracking. In comparison, Hyakki’s situation of being lost in another world was urgent.

[Is it because of that Dazai? No, wait, isn’t Dazai the name of a literary writer in my memory?]

Kusuo began to suspect a leakage in his own psychic abilities, leading to a blending of worldviews.

[Have literary figures started getting mixed up in crime?]

[What upheavals occurred in this world while I was out walking the dog…]

[Forget it, I’ll just eat the coffee pudding.]

The inconspicuous pink-haired high school student buried himself in eating, finding happiness in the coffee pudding. He stayed in the deserted place for a long time, urgently needing to replenish his stomach.

Thoughts from all around converged on him.

One of the people in his mind mentioned the term “esper,” suddenly making him alert.

[“Esper?”]

[Shouldn’t it be psychic…?]

[“Kurumi, you haven’t said a word you should’ve. Are you just waiting to see me in trouble?”]

Kusuo, who once thought he was the only psychic in the world, miraculously discovered that in this world—apparently, there were espers everywhere, and he seemed to have heard of their names.

On the British side, Kusuo adjusted the position of the surveillance cameras, monitoring Kusuo’s whereabouts. “Kusuo has found out, right? Everyone’s memories in this world have deviated. At least two worlds have merged into one, forming a new world background. Only I… hmph, I’ve made countless backups of memories.”

Then, Kusuo hesitated, “My biggest mistake was not writing a world-renowned novel ‘My Brother Kneels Down and Licks Me’ before the fusion of worldviews.”

Otherwise, he could have been a detestable esper.

Absolutely detestable.