When Edogawa Ranpo saw me sitting at the gambling table that I hated most, he jumped down in shock and wanted to squeeze in beside me, murmuring and wanting to apologize.

This time I grabbed Edogawa Ranpo's neck very rudely and pressed his head on the table.

"Ranbu, I'm really angry this time."

However, I still paid attention to not letting my random head fall into the pile of chips, which would be bad if it touched my eyes.

Although I really want to slap him, I am out now and have another meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots. I have already planned it, and it will be useless for anyone to stop me this time. I will slap everyone, and I actually lead the younger brother.

"Because I caused trouble for you and became a burden to you?" Edogawa's voice trembled slightly, as if he was crying.

"No, you have never been a burden to me, you are the stars I stole from the sky." One day, you will light up this miserable world.

"I forced you to learn your English." Then as soon as you learned it, you used it here. You can use tips to order people super neatly, right?

I let go of my hand and glared at Luanbu with a look of disdain, and asked Fuheisher to send him away quickly so that I wouldn't be upset.

"There is no need to let these children leave." Fitzgerald said magnanimously, "This will be the gamble of the century."

"I don't know how to teach children. I'm just kidding." I suppressed my smile and pulled Luan Bu up. "It's not easy to grow taller if you go to bed late."

Fitzgerald glanced at Yato who was standing behind me and was not planning to leave, so he raised his hand to signal for Dazaiji and others to be let go without stopping them.

Fitzgerald didn't care that he was not the owner of the casino, and he was quite accustomed to giving orders, because capital has always been king here.

With a wave of his hand, someone cleared up the mess on the card table, and some even placed dice and other small props to play with odd and even numbers to liven up the atmosphere.

Fitzgerald, the super-rich man, originally just wanted to play a few games with me, and then let me know a little bit about the bad luck that defeated him.

Even though he asked this question, he knew a little bit in his mind that the only people who could hurt his weakness would always be his closest family members.

Fitzgerald didn't like pointless investments, and coincidentally, so did I.

The bet is set, the bet is on the future eight years from now - the bet on who will be the next great commander - this is indeed a manifestation of the "future".

Betting on who will be the helmsman of the country's ship for the next eight years is not just betting on the fate of the country.

This is no longer an ordinary bet. No matter who wins, Fitzgerald or I will be considered as interfering in the election, using wealth, connections, and anything the world can imagine to distort the rules of this country.

I didn’t want to do anything. What’s wrong with a “great prophet” like me who has an arrogant personality?

#Be careful behind the back Zhongmucang Shibamucang Zisha

Two terms in eight years, or re-election, which of the current candidates has this ability? Fitzgerald is better at doing business than politics and expanding his business territory.

"What's the bet?" Fitzgerald snapped his fingers casually, and someone immediately poured him a glass of red wine that suited his status. He didn't want the best, but the most expensive.

"Your daughter's life, Mr. Fitzgerald." I raised my lips.

"You are looking for death!" Fitzgerald was furious. This was the second time tonight (it was already past midnight, it should be said yesterday) that someone had made trouble with his wife and daughter.

Yato drew his sword to block the sneak attack bullet and cut it in two.

The figure of the little fish suddenly grew, because the horns were too small and did not grow together, so it looked a bit like a four-legged snake, surrounding the card table like a screen.

"If the future bet I mentioned is successful, it proves that destiny is mine, and your daughter will not be able to escape the determined future." I laughed, not caring at all that someone spread the news about people with prophecy abilities.

Because I know that no matter how nice it is, they are all rumors.

"It's a very simple and clear bet, isn't it? Fight against destiny, Mr. Fitzgerald." I laughed distortedly. Everyone here will spread this bet tonight, "Everyone, listen to this.

Let me tell you a prophecy about it: the leader who will be in power for eight years in the future will be different from the one in the past."

"I heard that your country has so-called political donations, and there happen to be enough chips here." I asked someone to help me count how many chips there were on the table.

"Let's play a game. If Mr. Fitzgerald wins, please use the money as you wish."

Fitzgerald raised his eyelids slightly and looked very disdainful of such a small amount of money.

"If I win...then it's my turn." Only people donate political donations. I'm not American. I made a face in my mind.

Feng Qiu and Ayatsuji Yukito stood calmly in the circle surrounded by small fishes, not even thinking about looking at me.

They were all used to seeing this guy act like a wolf with nothing, and even sympathized a little with the people who had been deceived. The way this salted fish named Chun Heming moved because of a real urgent need, it looked like a carnivore.

As domineering as an arowana.

…

Fushiguro Jinji took Osamu Dazai and Hiroki Sawada and ran as fast as he was flying. Nakahara Chuya took Ranpo and used gravity to fly into the air at about the same speed as him.

"This is a private plane. The young boss borrowed it from a friend he knew." Fushihe threw the two children into the plane and got into the passenger seat of the cab. Zhongyuan Zhongya jumped up and down with him.

The next second after entering the plane, the cabin was immediately closed.

"Don't you wait for Haru and them?" Zhongyuan Zhongya turned around, but could only see the cabin door closed.

"Small fish can fly, and we have the final insurance." Dazai Osamu had to admit that the Black Prince was more powerful in terms of causing trouble. He just wanted to test whether a city's economy would collapse due to him. In the end, the other party wanted to

Toying with the whole country.

Osamu Dazai, who was still only a child of 11 or 12 years old, would also wonder if it was a bit too much to play. This matter was obviously more serious than them sneaking into the casino to play.

Osamu Dazai pinched the Bluetooth headset on his ear, and the other one was taken away by Ranpo. Yes, they put a listening device under the card table.

It seems that their pocket money was spent on these things, so they lost it.

"Did they plan like this from the beginning?" Edogawa Ranpo turned his attention to their target of coming to the United States this time, Sawada Hiroki.

"Well, it's not just because of you, there are other reasons..." Edogawa squatted on the chair and bit his nails involuntarily. It was obvious that this bad habit had not appeared for a long time.

Focusing so many eyes... That guy is not just betting on the fate of a country. The country he belongs to and the countries he cooperates with are all forced to be involved in this so-called bet of fate.

What's more important is that the person is gambling with his own life.

Edogawa Ranpo cares more about my life than the possibility of someone turning the world upside down.

"Haruwa would not gamble without participating in an uncertain game. His initial plan should have been just to wait for Fitzgerald in the casino." Dazai Osamu gestured to Edogawa Ranpo with his eyes.

Did something at Mrs. Zelda's birthday party.

"And the reason why Chunhe is so sure...maybe it really is fate."

…

Abe Seimei stayed at Asakura's house shamelessly in the eyes of Asakura Yewang who wanted to drive away guests.

"Destiny is a very strange thing sometimes. Because of the encounter with Haruwa-kun, the outcome of many things has been changed, just like you, Mr. Ye." Abe Seimei used a bat fan to fan his face.

He lightly tapped the direction of Makang Yewang in mid-air.

"Oh, really." Ma Cang Ye Wang said with a smile. People who have cultivated to their level will sense their own destiny. In Ma Cang Ye Wang, he felt that his destiny was taking shape.

The day the deviation occurred, he no longer had that feeling.

This is a good thing for people who do not believe in fate. They are no longer obsessed with killing all ordinary people and building a world of psychics, but quietly waiting and appreciating the occurrence of beautiful things. For example, waiting for the person who went wrong.

The arrival of the time traveler.

"Whether Chunhe-kun wants to obey his fate or escape from his fate, I will help him." Asakura Ye Wang said calmly, sitting leisurely under the eaves.

"But most of the time, Chunhe-kun doesn't care about it." In the Heian Era a thousand years ago, the Buddhist disciple who had not yet been ordained had always been very happy-go-lucky and treated people like spring breeze. In other words, he was very salty.

So much so that Abe Seimei didn't realize that he was essentially a guy who dared to change his life.

Only after getting along longer with Asakura Yewang can he see the red heart wrapped in peace.

As a result, Makang Yewang picked up the tea cup with even greater pride and covered the raised corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, as if it was a sign that a typhoon was coming.

"It's the time when the wind and clouds are surging." King Ma Cang Ye looked up at the sky, as if talking about the wind.

"I think we may have to wait a little longer." Abe Seimei closed the bat fan and put the fan bone against his lips.

"Do you want to have a competition with Master Seimei about divination? It's been a long time since I competed with Master Seimei, who is also an Onmyoji." King Asakura Ye said.

Abe Seimei said hello politely.

Anyway, two thousand-year-old empty-nesters stay at home every day and don’t know what to do. They occasionally visit each other and have fortune tellings with Onmyoji. Their life is quite interesting.

…

Yokohama Shinko Fishing Ground

"Ah!" Rimbaud sneezed in the wind. He looked up at the sky worriedly, wondering if there was another typhoon coming.

"If there is a typhoon, the catch of the fishery cannot be guaranteed." Rimbaud sat in the parent's seat, crossed out, in the fishery office, and watched through the window Verlaine hummingly using gravity to catch fish under the sea.

Ah, God's way is reincarnation, ah, no, well, how should I put it better? It's finally his turn to rest? Well, this is the feeling. Rimbaud picked up his enamel cup and sprinkled wolfberry in it, like a veteran cadre, blowing

Blow it and take a sip. This is the beautiful life.

Rimbaud couldn't help but think that it would be nice if there were a few more people.

"Is that...is your ability control course?" Tsujimura Fukasuki raised his hand and pointed at the hard-working Verlaine. Is this considered child labor?

Rimbaud, who was sitting under a parasol in the very simple fishery office, blinked a few times and said that there were a few more people. It was really a few more people.

"No, it's not." Oda Sakunosuke confirmed that there were no dedicated teachers around, only Rimbaud was there, so it should be the legendary transcendent who was repaying the debt.

"Obviously not." Ryunosuke Akutagawa shouted, and then he realized that his reaction was too great. He couldn't help but cover his face, why was he suddenly so embarrassed, "...I'm sorry, I was too excited."

"It's Mr. Verlaine." Yin was able to recognize the child. She turned around and smiled at them and said, "I saw that child in the handicraft class. It seems to be Mr. Rimbaud's child."
To be continued...