I'm surviving in a love game

His voice was clear, with a bit of youthful air.

Remember everything?It is a very vague and borderless sentence. Does what he said refer to himself?Or is it referring to someone else?Or is it just cliché?

In short, Hoshimiya Shiori suddenly became cautious, even with a serious expression on her face, she forced a smile, "Mr. Fushimi, are you joking?"

In the process of chatting with Fushimi, both of them slowed down at the same time, so the distance between them and Seri Awashima in the front also became farther and farther away. From the beginning, they could vaguely hear the voice of Domyoji and Awashima talking. , until the last trace of sound could not be captured.

"Do you think—" Fushimi stood still suddenly, his eyes were filled with darkness that even the faint sunlight could not dispel, "Am I joking?"

No, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is already angry now, and Xinggong Shizhi's words just now were just for delaying the attack.

"Well... I apologize if I offended you."

Here we go again, smiling and apologizing, as if all mistakes can be corrected this way.

Whether it was her gesture of apologizing in a soft voice, or Munakata Reisi's vague gesture, Fushimi Saru Hiko was particularly irritable.

"Tsk, forget it." He frowned, his tone was not very good, but it was still softened compared to before.

Phew, the crisis is over, Hoshimiya Shiori breathed a sigh of relief, and she also knows that according to Fushimi Saru Hiko's temperament, it is not so easy to be fooled.

Sure enough, the next moment she heard his voice, "Come out with me later."

"Ah? Is there something...?" The second half of the sentence "Do you need the consent of Munakata Reishi?" Before he could say it, he was interrupted by Fushimi's words.

"You are just here to cooperate with the investigation, not a prisoner."

"I know, I'm just curious about what needs my help."

Fushimi, who hadn't taken two steps just now, glanced at Hoshimiya Shiori, but the latter didn't know where he was looking because of his too fast movements.

It looks really annoying.

Not knowing that Fushimi Saru Hiko in front of him just paid too much attention to Hoshimiya Shiori wearing the clothes prepared by Munakata Reisi, Hoshimiya Shiori naturally thought of the matter in a more serious way.

Maybe it has something to do with the time-space disorder in Sensoji Temple last time, Hoshimiya Shiori kept thinking in her heart.

Fitting or something was obviously a polite remark, Fushimi lowered his eyes, but his eyes still stayed on her as if nothing.

If the two know each other's inner thoughts at this moment, they will definitely be surprised by the role change.

It's nothing to avoid Fushimi's cliché in the morning, the main event is yet to come.

Walking to the main building, the sound of heavy footsteps landed on the thick carpet was absorbed by the carpet, and the corridor was quiet, even the sound of breathing could be clearly discerned.

Thinking about facing Reisi Munakata later, even after making preparations, he still felt a little nervous.

Awashima Seri led Hoshimiya Shiori to Munakata Reisi's office, and Fushimi and Domyoji, who had been with them since they came out of the cafeteria, had already returned to their jobs.

After Awashima left, that is to say, only Hoshimiya Shiori was left.

Resting his right hand lightly on the metal handle, he took a deep breath.

With a click, the door opened.

Compared with the corridor, the office has better lighting because the windows are wide open. The moment Shiori opened the door, the sunlight hit her like a rising tide of golden ocean.His eyes narrowed subconsciously, and before he could adapt to the light, Munakata Reji's voice came to his ears accurately, "Is the sun too harsh?"

Hoshimiya Shiori lowered her head and blinked, then turned around and closed the door, and walked to his desk, "Fortunately, it's brighter than the corridor."

"Because the weather is very good today, and I don't want to waste such good sunshine, so I opened all the windows." He raised his right hand to signal her to sit on the opposite chair.

"This outfit is really suitable for Miss Xinggong."

... Is there something wrong with this dress?After hearing Munakata Reiji's words, the first feeling in her heart was that there was something different in it.

"Hmm... Thanks to Ms. Awashima's help, otherwise I thought it would only take half a day to complete the investigation, and I would never have thought of spending the night here." Hoshimiya Shiori smiled when she remembered that she was forced to sleep in the dormitory Laughing, with an incomparably humble tone, "I'm afraid I've caused you quite a bit of trouble by staying here yesterday."

Saying the most sarcastic words in the most respectful tone, this can be regarded as an eye for an eye, after all, who let Munakata Reisi get her here in the first place?

"Miss Xinggong is worrying too much. The most important thing is that our rash investigation didn't cause you any trouble." Reji Munakata crossed his hands, resting his forearms quietly on the desk, smiling extremely businesslike.

It would be endless if it went on like this, Xinggong Shiori, who was thinking of a quick victory, directly started the conversation, "Do you have any questions you want to ask me?"

"About Sensoji Temple." Hoshimiya Shiori took the initiative to talk about what happened that day, and told Munakata Reisi the specific situation half-truthfully.

"It doesn't look like an ordinary case...it's more like a space-time disorder."

"There are also supernatural beings who can manipulate time and space. Maybe it's the supernatural beings who haven't been recorded in the book. It's not certain."

There was a sense of understanding from Reiji Munakata, his smile changed, the official mask was peeled off, and only then was Hoshimiya Shiori able to touch the inside of him that was almost invisible at a glance.

"Miss Xinggong also makes sense." He nodded slightly.

"It's great to be able to help you, so I should be allowed to go back now, right? I don't want to skip a day of work, and my boss will be angry."

But Munakata Reji didn't respond to her request in a hurry, turned his head to look at the still dazzling sun, and turned his face to Hoshimiya Shiori, he said: "Your boss, maybe you don't have time to worry about your skipping work now."

what……?

An ominous premonition turned into invisible hands tightly clutching Xinggong Shizhi's heart, making it difficult for her to breathe, her hands tightened unconsciously, and she didn't even care about the honorific title, "What did you say? "

"What do you mean?" Her always soft amber pupils also exuded a sharp coldness because of the sudden seriousness.

If Fukuzawa Yukichi has something to do, wait, that means Edogawa Ranpo? !

In the morning, she was thinking about how to deal with Fushimi, but she didn't realize that since last night, she hadn't received any news from Edogawa Ranpo or other members of the detective agency.

"It's just a guess. There's no need for Ms. Xinggong to be so nervous." Munakata Reiji withdrew his gaze, the sunlight scattered on his side, and a circle of monochromatic light appeared around his body due to partial backlight.

He is obviously a person bathed in the sun, but the words he speaks are so chilling.

When the sun hits the body, the heat accumulates on the clothing material, and then uses it as a medium to penetrate into the skin, almost burning the skin.

Unlike Xinggong Shiori who was in the sun, this cold and dark basement.

"Are you finally planning to come out? The habit of hiding is very similar to that of a mouse." The black-haired, kite-eyed boy took off the light-colored sand-colored windbreaker, and returned to the pitch-black coat that seemed to be able to swallow everything. The corners of the black windbreaker were crisp and neat, as if they could scratch people.

If it weren't for the thick and almost suffocating killing intent around him that couldn't be ignored, perhaps his just-right smile would be enough to deceive everyone that what he just said was just a joke.

"It was actually found...? It's amazing."

The man with his back to Osamu Dazai spoke in a little surprise, but the slight upward tone of the previous surprise turned into a trivial embellishment or perfunctory.

The man had a white felt hat on his head, and his toes lightly touched the ground, so the pulleys of the computer chair also turned with his movements, slowly turning towards Osamu Dazai.

"However, even if this is the case, there will be no change." Dostoevsky leaned back in his chair, clearly looking up, but because of his demeanor, there was a strange sense of looking down.

Behind him is the display screen covering almost the entire wall. At this moment, it is emitting a steady stream of bright but temperatureless electronic cold light. The back of the chair covers most of the light. The shadow of the head sweeps across his brow bone, dark The red eyes are like red gems hidden in the darkness.

"So everything is according to your plan?"

Osamu Dazai shrugged, but he didn't care. He looked around, looking interested, "Then I found your hiding place as you expected?"

When he said this, Osamu Dazai was standing in front of the data wall, which was covered with photos, and the photos of Shiori Hoshimiya accounted for most of them, and the corners of his lips were raised.

The feeling of being coveted by others is really uncomfortable.

"The answer to the question doesn't make any sense, but the purpose behind the question is worth thinking about."

"Does it make sense?" Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, glanced past the smiling Dostoevsky, and scanned straight to the display screen, "We'll find out soon."

The second half of the sentence was so soft that it was almost lip-speaking, and in the next second several figures jumped onto the empty display screen.

The famous detective in a light brown cloak cast a piercing gaze at the monitor, as if he was looking directly at every move of the person behind the monitor through the monitor.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai also took a slight step back half a step.

"Boom--!!"

A huge sound exploded in the ear, followed by shattered building materials and dust all over the sky.

"The location of the target has been confirmed." The boy with blond hair reported to the commander-in-chief through the headset with a somewhat childish voice.

The solid particles flying around blurred people's vision, and it seemed that they heard a few broken coughs and laughter that seemed to be forced out of the lungs, with a full rust smell.

"Back up!!"

Hand anesthesia.Kunikida with the gun jumped into the basement through the hole made by Kenji Miyazawa, and just as the voice fell, there were several shots.Voice.

Bang-bang-bang-!

The gunshots were still echoing in the small space, and everyone held their breath, watching the movement behind the dust.

"Even guessing requires enough clues, but seeing you are so sure, maybe you know something?" Shiori Xinggong calmed down her tone, trying to control her voice in a stable tone, but in a certain The slightly trembling voice on the byte still revealed her inner worry.

Reji Munakata raised his eyebrows. He had obviously found the weakness of Shiori Hoshimiya. She always exposed her weaknesses so easily, or, for him, it didn't take much to see through the opponent. Memory is enough for him to figure out her heart, and now is no exception.

"Clue...? Perhaps Miss Xinggong will be disappointed, because what I said just now is just my own unfounded speculation."

fraud.

He is absolutely lying.

The clues that he wanted to hide, but deliberately exposed his feet, this is the most unpleasant thing about Reiji Munakata.

"As you said, I'm really disappointed. But since you can't provide me with any clues, naturally you don't mind if I go back to the detective agency now?" Said, Shiori Hoshimiya got up and was about to leave. There was even a trace of panic on Li Si's face, but the other party just held back with ease: "Are you going to leave so soon? But even if you go back now, Miss Xinggong, you should..."

He adjusted his glasses, "It can't be of much help."

Xinggong Shizhi was stunned, and he suggested quite understandingly: "If Miss Xinggong doesn't believe it, you can call your colleagues and ask."

After hearing his suggestion, Xinggong Shizhi didn't immediately put it into practice, but hesitated a little, frowning.

What did he mean by that?

What's going on if I can't help...?

What happened to the detective agency?

Is it the hound?No, if it was a hound, it was part of the government after all, so it wouldn't be so embarrassing, so who would it be?

Combined with the seemingly vague sense of being monitored some time ago, an answer gradually surfaced.

And the name of the mastermind behind the scenes lingered extremely on the tip of his tongue.

-Dostoevsky

The activities of the detective agency this time are related to Dostoevsky.

The detective agency... wants to arrest him? !

Thinking of him who quietly appeared on the street corner that snowy night, Hoshimiya Shiori's scalp became numb, and her skin, which was scorched hot by the sun, began to lose heat irretrievably and rapidly.

Finally, under Munakata Reiji's gaze, she still picked up the phone and dialed Edogawa Ranpo's number.

After waiting for a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Hello?" The chaotic voice came from the other end of the phone, which seemed unreal because of the electrification.

Hoshimiya Shiori glanced at Munakata Reji, and then turned her attention to the phone, with an unnatural voice, "How are you doing there? I'll be back soon."

Keenly aware of the unusual chaotic tone of Xinggong Shiori's tone, he paused, "With me here, naturally nothing will happen here."

Before the end sound completely dissipated in the air, Luanbu raised his eyes to look at Dostoevsky surrounded by military police.

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