Chapter 95

If [Destiny] possesses [Destiny], can it also be observed?

Holding the notepad in her hand, Angelica returned to the study room of the villa ten years ago (or should I say it really belonged to her time). Angelica did not open it directly, but quietly stared at the old notepad, thinking deeply.

The notepad remained motionless. Unlike the special mission props in movies and TV shows, it would show its unique brilliance no matter whether it appeared or was used. It stayed quietly in Angelica's hand and was the same as any other notebook. People use old notepads no different.

The so-called [destiny] is just a collection of possibilities that have been given an excessively transcendent meaning by humans.

Since the destiny of human beings is a collection of the intersections of their respective "hourglasses", how does such a collection form? Can it also be [seen]?

In other words, it is precisely because it can be seen that special items like notepads appear, which can easily change the world according to one's own wishes - that is, change the fate of the corresponding character.

Angelica opened the notepad, not with her fingers, but with her ability.

As expected, her substitute ability can also be used on the notepad.

She opened a book of destiny that recorded destiny and had the ability to change destiny.

Some are awkward to pronounce, some are abstract.

The two books overlapped one above the other, and the faint light of the badge shrouded them, making both books emit a light that was not of this world.

Only this time, although the Book of Destiny was brilliant, Angelica was surprised to find that she couldn't understand it at all.

Just like when an ant looks up at the sky above its head, it does not think about the origin of the universe, the meaning of life, and the insignificance of itself like humans do.

It is just an innocent worker ant passing by, occasionally pretending to be busy, and continuing to be lazy throughout its short life.

Angelica saw endless transformations, and also saw the creation and destruction of matter that was either small or huge...

The world, or the endless world, opened up a mysterious corner with her substitute ability. , the ultimate mystery that countless humans have exhausted their efforts and wisdom to pursue, was thus straightforwardly displayed in front of Angelica.

It's a pity that she can't understand it.

Angelica had a splitting headache. In just a few seconds, she had exhausted all her energy and strength. She was covered in sweat, her limbs were weak, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

The notepad fell smoothly, rolled twice on the thick carpet, and spread out on its own -

there were white and flawless pages inside, without a single word.

[Now here’s a quick news——]

[After the Karasuma Group, which has been doing a lot of bad things recently, has fallen into a drug trafficking scandal, a lending crisis, and a disordered business structure, just today, at 8 o’clock in the evening, the current president of the Karasuma Group The president appeared in public for the first time and sincerely apologized to all the victims and those affected in an extremely sincere manner]

[Now, please follow our reporters and watch the situation at the press conference together——]

The notepad is completely blank. It is normal.

Every time [Story] is realized, all the original records on the notepad will disappear.

What was unusual was the news report coming from the living room.

Angelica stood up holding on to the chair, stumbled and holding on to the wall, stepped into the villa's built-in elevator for the first time, and ran to the first floor at one go.

She rubbed her forehead, her steps were messy, but she was extremely excited: The results were really visible to the naked eye... Was there a one-minute transition? Quietly changing all the notebooks, but being able to quietly let Angelica read them as if nothing had been done.

In addition to being excited, Angelica also vaguely felt a kind of pull - there was an invisible force in the dark that made her move involuntarily. Even if she struggled and reluctantly used weak body movements, she still had to move. Be the first to come to the living room and watch the news reports.

There was no one in the living room, only the TV was turned on lonely.

Even the TV that was turned on for no reason was part of the pull.

Angelica slowly understood, and immediately guessed: this should be an integral part of the story written by Edogawa Conan.

Alright alright.

The TV screen was quite crowded, and the emergency press conference was a sea of ​​people.

After all, this is not only the first time that the now-infamous Karasuma Group president has appeared in public, and he finally has to reveal the mystery that he has deliberately concealed for decades in front of the harsh reality, it is also an excellent social news hot spot for anyone. No journalist would want to miss it.

Not to mention journalists, even ordinary people are willing to use this reasonable reason to refuse unreasonable overtime work by their bosses.

In the crowded place, Angelica still saw the person sitting in the center behind the blue podium through the shaking camera.

An old man with gray hair and an extremely thin body. Every breath seemed to be laborious.

Even though he was wearing a tailor-made high-end suit, and his whole body was neatly and elegantly dressed, he still couldn't stop the aura of death coming from his bones - as if he was not a living human being at all, but just a body that had been reluctant to give up. Returning to the West, I have to live with a broken body of a human being.

Karasuma Renye.

The first time she saw the other person, Angelica knew that he was the leader of the dark organization, the human being who stirred up the world just to gain eternal life.

...Haha...

Maybe it's not good to sneer at this time, but Angelica not only sneered, but also had an even worse sneer: If you really want to gain immortality... it's better to let DIO take a bite. No... No... DIO is no longer a vampire... If you want to live forever, you can only ask the descendants of the Joestar family to prick your brain with that stone ghost face... If

you are lucky enough to survive, you can become immortal. vampire - and then vanish into ashes the moment it hits the sun.

I have to say that this is also a good way to eliminate the root cause.

cough.

Angelica recalled her thoughts: But let’s take a look at Edogawa Conan’s design first. A story that can be recognized by Notepad would not be so wild and unrestrained... right?

Before the thought was over, Angelica found that her left hand had been raised at some point, and then - directly across the TV screen, she printed the badge on the speaker.

? ? ?

ha?

Looking at the president on TV, with a glowing badge on his face, expressionlessly bowing and apologizing to the public and the media, Angelica was stunned as if the absurd story had been brought to reality: What on earth is going on? ?

What story did Edogawa Conan design?

How could he know so much about my abilities?

Even Angelica herself only found out after repeated trials that the imprinting of the badge only requires "seeing" this simple condition - how did Edogawa Conan deduced it when he couldn't even see his stand-in ability? ?

What a...wonderful young man.

All I can say is that it is indeed the [center] around which time revolves.

On the TV, the badge was shining on the president's face, and a book of destiny that belonged to Renya Karasuma appeared.

He didn't know how far away he was, but his own fate floated in front of others so easily - his identity was reversed, and he went from being the mastermind behind the whole situation to being the figure on someone else's chopping board. fish meat.

Therefore, Edogawa Conan's design is really not that simple...

Under the current government system, it is impossible to completely overthrow a group that has been entrenched for many years by relying on public opinion alone, and even the possibility of allowing it to continue to waver is impossible. Not big.

Angelica knew that Edogawa Conan should have a backup plan, but she didn't expect that he would not even let her go as a labor force - or in other words, it was precisely because of her special ability that she was designed into the story. A little bit of participation.

Edogawa Conan, or in other words, Kudo Shinichi, is really a bold teenager.

Angelica flipped through the book of destiny, and finally selected the most peaceful one among countless similar directions - that is, on a day when she should leave the world, this man who controls everything in the dark, An Jingjing Quiet, suddenly passed away.

There is no despair of death, no ultimate pursuit of survival.

Just like a person who finally sees through the mortal world and understands that life is just such a journey, he gently closes his eyes and welcomes the eternal and eternal darkness.

For Renya Karasuma, this fate is the special among the special. Angelica spent a lot of effort and her eyes were about to see the flowers before she finally found the only one.

It is enough to imagine his desire to live and his desire to break free from the shackles of human life.

"Is this okay?"

Angelica was unsure.

Her ability doesn't "take effect" as quickly as Notepad. To see the impact, at least we have to wait until... well...

the moment tomorrow morning's (un)fate is decided, the sound of the TV paused.

"So sleepy..." Angelica yawned, and the fatigue that she had just managed to ignore came up one after another, "so tired..."

[Buzzing——]

[Buzzing—]

[Buzzing— —]

She stood up holding on to the armrest of the sofa. The phone in her pocket began to vibrate at a high frequency, causing her to become unsteady and fall back onto the sofa.

Who is it?

It's past eight o'clock...can you sleep well...?

Angelica slowly took out her mobile phone, and as soon as she opened it, several text messages flew out - if it hadn't been for the screen, Angelica would have been really afraid that the guy who sent the text messages would be resentful and never know. He came out of nowhere and roared.

【Jianhu emergency! 】

【Jianghu to help! 】

【Jianghu to help! ]

No...who is this?

Angelica stared at the unfamiliar number for a long time, and her slow brain finally slowly remembered - maybe, maybe, probably... Kishibe Rohan's number?

The cartoonist who mysteriously disappeared without even leaving a message behind, what did he do?

Send several messages in a row, with a nervous and urgent tone, as if your life is in danger?

When we contacted for dinner, high school student Xu Lun Kujo complained about the cartoonist's dissatisfaction... Angelica had every reason to suspect: Could it be that that guy Kishibe Rohan went undercover in the black organization?

Because there are scumbags out there who attack minors?