rambunctious lover

studio scene

Top3 will be announced soon.

There was also growing tension between the two critics.

Bearded: "In short, the old man thinks that if "The Corpse" won the championship, it would be the committee's dereliction of duty. I'm more optimistic about the other book..."

Mediterranean anxiously pulled out a few strands of hair: "You are blatantly prejudiced against young authors! Are you old..."

Before he could breathe out the fragrance, there was a bang, and Edogawa, who had been silent until now, jumped up in disorder.

Under the spotlight, his waxed head was black and shiny, easily attracting everyone's attention.

"I'm telling you, you've been arguing about such silly issues since just now."

He put his hands on his hips and sighed protractedly:

"It's such an old-fashioned trick for a murderer to feign death and then kill another person! Haven't you read Agatha's "And There Were None"? Let me just say that any real incident I encountered is better than this one? Have you ever seen the murderer hiding in the vase? ? Does the murderer hiding in the sofa know?"

A sentence was like bullets in the gun/chamber shooting towards the three of them uninterruptedly. They were powerless to parry, so they had to shrink their necks timidly.

"Hmph, very reasonable, some people are short-sighted."

The talking bearded gleefully puffed out his shriveled chest.

"Hey, wait a minute. This detective is not trying to help you. On the contrary, I have long been disgusted with your behavior of relying on the old and selling the old. If someone hadn't told me in advance not to cause trouble."

Ranbu glanced at the lens pointingly, raised his lips provocatively and pulled off the earphones.

"Now, let this detective give you a few mystery novelists who became famous at a young age..."

Simultaneously control indoor

The sharp-eyed Kimai Tsuji found out the abnormality of Ranpo.

"Zoom the camera closer to Edogawa!"

So he could see a tiny brown stain on a detective's collar.

"Who gave him coffee!"

His sharp eyes scanned the audience, and all his subordinates lowered their heads and fell silent.

The producer's roar almost burst the hostess' eardrums, she glanced at the used cup in Ranbu's hand, her face turned pale.

"Uh, I just got the news that the reasoning award No.1 is "The Disappearing Corpse". How about we... interview the winner?"

There was silence.

At this moment, who cares who gets the award?

Is it not good for the guests to fight each other on the spot?

The hostess obviously thought the same way, she quickly added:

"Wait a minute, let's invite Mr. Ranpo and Makoto Mobi to have a conversation. Let's talk about it."

There was thunderous applause.

……

The host, guests and photographers came outside Makoto Makoto's dressing room.

dong dong dong.

"Mr. Makoto Makabe, congratulations on winning No.1 in 'This mystery novel is amazing!', please open the door to accept our interview."

no response.

"Mr. Makoto...?" The host twisted the doorknob.

"It's locked." She turned her head and gestured to the photographer with her lips.

Luanbu witnessed the interaction between the two, and he listened carefully to the movement in the room, but found nothing for a long time.

A detective's instinct told him that this was too strange.

According to Makoto Makoto's flamboyant personality, it's impossible for him to be so low-key after winning the award.

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and he said in a deep voice:

"Go get the spare key, now, right now!"

Five minutes later, the staff ran back panting, about to hand over the key to the front host.

"Wait, give me the key!"

He pushed aside the crowd with random steps, and snatched the key from the man almost arbitrarily.

He stepped forward with heavy steps under everyone's suspicious gaze.

If his sense of smell is right, the smell coming out of the crack in the door is...

click —

The locked door opened, and the draft blew in with bloody smell.

"oops!"

The hostess screamed, if it wasn't for Luanbu who was beside her, she would never have been able to stand still with her trembling legs.

thump.

There was still a muffled sound from behind.

"Ah, are you okay? Wake up!"

It was a bearded man who fell to the ground, and Luanbu remembered that this old gentleman had sworn an hour ago that he could solve the case.

The result is...

But the famous detective didn't laugh at his leisure at all now, because...

Just a few steps away lay a lifeless, headless corpse.

"Call the police."

He calmly put the earphones back into his ears:

"Turn off the live broadcast, and then don't allow anyone to leave, please, Lily... Producer Yue Yan."

As soon as he finished speaking, a creepy chuckle came from behind him.

Turning his head in a chaotic step, he saw interest in the photographer's eyes, and his thin lips curved with joy.

after a while

Matsuoka and his colleagues hurried over, and Yamashita and Linyuan also appeared at the door.

"Why are you here?"

Ranbu asked while squatting on the ground searching for clues.

"I asked them to come and identify the body."

Before entering the room, Yamashita couldn't wait to yell:

"Ah Cheng is wearing this dress today, I've seen it before!"

Edogawa Ranpo nodded and asked again:

"Are there any other obvious characteristics of Makoto Mabe?"

"This……"

Yamashita and Lin Yuan looked at each other.

"We are not very close to him usually..."

Ranpo glanced at Matsuoka who entered the scene:

"Uncle, did you gain anything there?"

Matsuoka rarely looked distressed, and said falteringly:

"We just used the infant spirit, and there were no thought particles collected around. I mean, no killing intent was detected."

Edogawa Ranpo was also stunned when he heard this.

He subconsciously blurted out:

"Impossible. The murderer can destroy the corpse only if he holds a grudge."

Ranbu looked at the junction of the victim's head and neck again, even though he had witnessed countless strange incidents, he still couldn't help frowning.

The pitted cross-section looks like it has been run over by a cement truck. Not to mention identifying the murder weapon in a short period of time, even looking at it will cause a great psychological burden.

So you can't detect the killing intent?

"Let's see if your investigation team can find fingerprints first, and then conduct further autopsy on the corpse."

He took off his plastic gloves and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Hey guys, it's 11 o'clock at night.

What kind of evil did he, an early sleeper, do to get involved in murders every time!

There is no doubt that it is all the fault of Onimai Tsuji.

He walked out of the venue in a chaotic pace, and met the producer in the corridor.

His hand pointing to the opponent's nose trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled several times.

"Thanks to you, I don't know when I will be able to sleep tonight!"

Yue Yan coldly snorted indifferently:

"First of all, I didn't do the murder, and no one wants to see it. Secondly, I said don't make trouble, you violated the agreement. I don't care about it, it's already a manifestation of my generosity. Finally..."

Yue Yan grabbed Ranbu's collar and tugged lightly, shortening the distance between the two.

He rubbed the coffee stains that had solidified long ago with his fingertips, smiling in a half-smile:

"I hope you haven't forgotten, I have a cleanliness habit. So for this suit, please Edogawa Ranpo compensate me according to the price, about 20 yen."

"What? 20 million? Why don't you grab it?"

Luanbu waved Wumi's hand angrily, fixed his gaze on the photographer behind him, Gu Zuo and Zuo whispered to him:

"Why would the police allow you to film everywhere?"

Wu Mi rubbed the back of his red hand with an indifferent expression.

"You don't need to worry about this. We are just helping colleagues collect materials for tomorrow morning news. After all, the dead are famous people, and the audience also has the right to know the truth. You should think more about the case and think about how to pay off the debt by the way."

"you……!"

A detective becomes clumsy when he meets a particular person.

Not to mention, eleven o'clock in the middle of the night is not the time for his brain to work at high speed.

Walk away without arrogance.

Ranbu angrily staggered his gaze, and accidentally noticed the photographer who had met once.

The man's eyes were a pool of dead black water, but the corners of his lips were raised inappropriately.

This extremely discordant scene made Luanbu's heart skip a beat.

When passing by, he suddenly attacked.

"Are you happy when someone dies?"

The man turned around, eyes ignorant.

A gust of cold wind blows in from the window at the end of the corridor, flipping off his peaked cap, revealing a bottomless hole on his forehead...

The author has something to say: let's reason together! hhh