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My name is Edogawa Ranpo, and I am known as "a detective who meets once in 50 years".

When I saw the black hole running through the man's head, my lips opened and closed like a fish deprived of oxygen.

"you……"

The man's indifferent pupils reflected my shocked expression.

"Ah, sorry to scare you?"

He stooped to pick up his hat and said in a nonchalant tone.

"I think maybe because of this hole, I have different emotions. In short, I don't feel happy about other people's deaths."

He carried the camera and left.

Wu Mi stood not far away enjoying the farce, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if my frightened appearance greatly pleased him.

"Is the final interviewer you?" I asked from a distance.

"Yes, I like him very much." He straightened his collar, raised his head arrogantly to show his smooth jawline, and left.

"...It's really bad fun."

A voice in my heart whispered:

Perhaps Oni Wu Tsuji has an almost paranoid love for "abnormalities".

This is also natural, after all, he is a "ghost" in human skin.

It's 2am when I get home.

I can't drink coffee, because every time I will be speechless, extremely excited, and bid farewell to sleep.

I put my hands on the pillow and stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about the case.

The current leads are pitifully scant.

There were spray-like bloodstains on the wall, a corpse without a head, and... a slightly weird pattern at the crime scene.

What's so strange about it, I can't tell for a while.

Let him go.

Inspiration always appears inadvertently, I comfort myself.

In the morning, I dragged my tired body to the detective agency.

As soon as I appeared, I became the object of greetings from my colleagues.

"Oh my god, Mr. Ranpo, last night must have been terrible! Didn't you get entangled by reporters?"

Naomi asked and brought me hot tea.

Gossip is a woman's nature.

I lazily raised my eyelids and asked:

"Why am I being stalked by reporters?"

She froze and looked at me in disbelief:

"Didn't you watch the news?"

At this moment, Kunikida, who was wearing a vest, approached slowly.

He put a mobile phone on my desk and spoke calmly.

"Mr. Ranpo, take a look at today's morning news."

I stuck out my head in doubt.

[At around 11:[-] last night, a headless body was found at the recording site of my XX program... The following is an interview with the producer of the program. ]

After a while, Oni Wu Tsuji's face appeared on the screen.

[... I am Tsukihiko, the program producer of XX... Yes, I am shocked and heartbroken. ]

Wu Mi stated the opposite with a deadpan face, which made me laugh.

"Puchi—"

I sneered inappropriately, and looked up at Kamikuni Kida's reproachful gaze.

"Sorry," I said.

[...Fortunately, Mr. Ranpo was on the scene at the time. I believe that this famous detective who meets once in 50 years will be able to solve this mysterious case smoothly. ]

"..."

My smile froze at the corner of my mouth.

Damn guy, he must have said that on purpose.

Kunikida looked at me sympathetically:

"In short, let Adun act with you these two days, Mr. Ranpo."

"Very good advice."

A sound like an iron ruler rubbing sandpaper passed through my ears.

I followed the reputation.

"Dazai, so you are here?"

Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the sofa, slowly took off the book covering his face, revealing the gauze around his neck.

Needless to say, my companion had attempted suicide again.

I politely sympathized with his failure.

"Did you see a tree with a crooked neck and do it on a whim?"

Osamu Dazai coughed, his amber pupils shone with admiration for my wisdom.

"You know me all too well, Mr. Ranpo. But, as the belt went around my neck, it occurred to me that the hanged man is incontinent. So..."

I nodded.

Indeed, the image after death is also very important.

"Fortunately, a kind-hearted person passed by and rescued him."

Atsushi Nakajima whispered in my ear.

Hey.

The phone in my pocket vibrated happily.

"Hello? I'm Edogawa Ranpo."

"Mr. Ranpo, I'm Baigui. Is it convenient for you to talk now?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Did the autopsy report come out?According to my prediction, it should wait until this afternoon at the earliest.

Noticing the underlying tension in Funatarou's words, I moved away from the crowd.

"You say it."

There was silence on the other end of the receiver for a long time, only the sound of breathing that gradually increased hit my heart.

"I hope you will keep everything you hear next secret."

"Oh."

Funataro took a deep breath:

"The body disappeared before it could be dissected."

"What!" I couldn't help screaming.

Before being scorched by the probing gazes of my colleagues, I finally regained my composure and put on a pose:

"Did you win the lottery?"

Everyone is silent.

The sound of Baigui swallowing saliva came from the receiver.

"...In addition, we found a threatening message in the dead man's mobile phone, which read like this—I will tell your secret."

Could it be that Zhenbicheng has something ulterior motive that has become his death talisman?

I frowned, thinking to myself.

"Great, you're here."

A man in a kimono walked in the door.

His hair is a rare white oak color, with blood-red tips at the top, and he plays with a golden fan in his hand.

With the man's swaying steps, the continuous lotus pattern on the fan comes to life.

He passed by me and cast a pitiful glance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The quiet sandalwood instantly permeated my nasal cavity, and before I could react, he had already gone straight to the sofa.

"Mr. Dazai, I heard that you left the hospital privately. I am very worried about you."

He spoke in a fresh, boyish voice.

For a moment, all eyes were on the two of them.

Either covertly, or blatantly.

Surprise flashed from Dazai Osamu's eyes.

Reluctantly, he put down his long legs resting on the edge of the sofa, touched the gauze around his neck and cleared his throat.

"Mr. Tong Mo, you actually found this place. Thank you last night."

Tong Mo covered her lips with a fan, and smiled nonchalantly:

"You're welcome, Dazai-san. I just think you're special and want to make friends."

I looked at Dazai's rare ignorance, and curled my lips gloatingly.

"Let's go, super rookie."

Atsushi Nakajima reluctantly stepped out of the detective agency.

It is said that forcibly stifling the curiosity of others will bring misfortune.

However, the detective has always had good luck.

In the afternoon, I went to Dongsha University with the super rookie.

On the tram, we sat side by side.

After a while, Adun whispered to me:

"I didn't expect "Eliminate Corpse" to become popular in this way. It's really embarrassing. Even I..."

There was genuine sadness in his eyes as he said this.

I looked around, not counting the crowded carriages, almost one of every three people was holding "The Disappearing Corpse", and the other two might be discussing the case.

Wait a minute, "Gone Corpses"?

I muttered the title of the book, and a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in my mind.

Is it?

I looked at Atsushi Nakajima sharply.

"A Dun, did you also buy this book? Can you let me have a look?"

"Huh? Okay, good Mr. Ranpo. I just have it with me."

He took out a brand new copy of "Eliminating Corpse" from his bag, and on the girdle that he will not be able to remove in the future reads impressively:

[The amazing posthumous work of the winner of "This mystery novel is amazing"! ]

"……Ah."

I was a little dizzy after not sleeping all night, and I even genuinely sympathized with Makabe.

Thanks to the free time during the trip, I have a better understanding of this novel.

In order to make the detectives of mystery novels unique, the authors usually set them up with some quirks.

Kosuke Oji, the detective of "The Corpse", is no exception. He is a lover of extreme symmetrical aesthetics.

Symmetrical aesthetics?It's special enough.

I seem to be suffering from paranoia, and every detail can trigger infinite associations.

But the fog in front of my eyes has been lingering.

Before we could figure out why, we arrived at our destination.

At the entrance of the teaching building, Atsushi Nakajima and I were surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Ranpo, is it convenient for you to disclose the progress of the case?"

"Mr. Ranpo..."

"Mr. Ranpo..."

Atsushi Nakajima was about to protect me and leave when a microphone hit my face.

"Mr. Ranpo, when the case happened, the show was live. Some people on the Internet questioned that it was a malicious hype. What do you think?"

The expression of the reporter watching the show came into view, which aroused the burning anger in my chest.

I snatched the microphone with a "bang", glanced around sharply, and said loudly:

"There are indeed victims in this case. In addition, no one will hype other people's lives!"

clatter—

As if the ghosts of the past were expressing their approval for me, it rained heavily in the always gloomy world.

Through the rain curtain, I saw the black-rimmed glasses looking out from the crowd.

As soon as our eyes met, she ran away in a hurry like a frightened rabbit, her iconic twisted braid drawing a sad arc in the air.

We made a special trip to visit Xiang Kai.

On one of the few days when he was allowed to move freely, this male classmate who had lost his "friend" curled up helplessly in a corner like a baby kangaroo dropped from a pouch.

"If I had known Ah Cheng would have an accident, I should have gone with him. Even if he... dislikes me."

Xiang Kai choked up.

I'm not good at comforting others, so I just patted him on the shoulder and changed the subject dryly:

"What are you holding in your arms?"

"This is the first draft of "The Vanishing Corpse 2". Ah Cheng originally planned to submit it to the editor for review in the next few days, but unexpectedly..."

The man wiped the cloudy tears from the corners of his eyes, and handed me the manuscript paper tremblingly.

"Mr. Ranpo... Do you really think this book is poorly written?"

"I never said that."

"But you said on the show that the tricks were old-fashioned, didn't you?"

Xiang Kai lowered his eyes and said to himself:

"I don't know if Ah Cheng heard it, but he will always hold grudges against others."

"..."

The gloom that lingers around Xiang Kai makes me cringe.

I returned the manuscript paper to him and turned around hastily.When I left, my eyes stayed on a certain desk for a moment.

"Mr. Xiangkai is so pitiful." As soon as he went out, Atsushi Nakajima sighed sadly.

"Don't you think his table setting is weird?"

"Ok?"

"His desk is empty except for the pencil case, and it is placed in the middle."

As soon as the voice fell, there were sporadic noises at the end of the corridor.

I turned my head, and a familiar figure flashed before my eyes.

"A-Dun, catch up with her!"

The author has something to say: No.1 said that the writing is very smooth and moving.

Tongmo X Dazai arranged to have sex again hhh