The Handmade Blogger's Guide to Salvation

AU151 An unexpected guest came to Honmaru.

He was like a shooting star, with screams from far to near, he fell headlong into the chicken coop in the stable.

The horse was terribly frightened, Matsukaze was so frightened that he passed out for half a week, and Qingmao almost choked to death by swallowing the rice balls that Yingwan was feeding.

The chicken was also greatly frightened, and the half-laid egg was sat back alive, so that the growing body did not eat scrambled eggs for half a week.

Hey, you said Qingmao would have choked on the pure glutinous rice balls specially made by Yingmaru?

This... don't worry about so much, let's take a look at this Mr. Edgar Allan Poe first.

He was sent to Natsume Takashi in a strange way of binding.

Of course, it looks a little strange for humans to use this binding method, but the little raccoon next to him...is also tied in the same way, which looks very magical.

Natsume Takashi frowned and thought for a long time, then hesitantly cast his gaze in the direction of Kikko Sadamune.

Kiko Sadamune returned him a very honest smile (*^▽^*), looking very innocent.

If it weren't for the evil reflection of his glasses, Takashi Natsume would have believed it, but he didn't.

Abundantia II, who was trying to catch ducks to the shelves, scratched his head a little annoyed. He was only 15 years old and he was very inexperienced... no, it can be said that he was completely inexperienced.

"Uh, why are you here?" Natsume Takashi asked.

And Edgar Allan Poe turned his head very backbonely, and refused to answer his question. As a high-level detective novelist, he disdains——

"bump--!!"

Edgar Allan Poe rubbed his blue and purple swollen eyes, and confessed everything fearfully while avoiding the Katsuki Hasebe who escorted him up.

This surrender is too fast!

"Using 140 billion to offer a reward to father?" Natsume Takashi couldn't help but gasped. He must pay attention to this matter.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was joining in the fun, also put away the indifferent expression on his face and became serious.

"140 billion is an astronomical figure, and there will definitely be people who will continue to come and make trouble."

Indeed, even Natsume Takashi couldn't help being shocked when he heard this number.

"Well, otherwise I'll call Dazai-san—"

"no!"

The cat in his arms, and all the men with swords and swords present rejected his suggestion with one voice.

"The Armed Detective Agency was indeed a reliable ally before, but after being offered a reward... this is not necessarily the case."

Teacher Cat stretched, scratched his chin with his hind leg, and began to analyze with Natsume Takashi.

"Even if you trust that tiger monster named Atsushi Nakajima and that smiling tiger named Osamu Dazai, I advise you not to place too much trust on them."

Hasebe nodded, "As long as there are many people in a human organization, it will definitely not be monolithic. Even if the people you trust, Natsume-kun, will not betray you, other people in this organization will not necessarily... Please think twice. "

This... is indeed possible.

The benefits are too great, and no one dares to use so much money to test human nature.

However, as Abundantia II, Natsume Takashi saw a lot of the world with Hiroshin Shema every day. He clearly remembered that Hiroshin Shema had said a word to him inadvertently a long time ago.

"If you are in trouble, why don't you try to find the SCP consortium."

This is the institution that my father has been cooperating with. For some reason, my father seems to have great trust in this institution.

Then... he can also believe it.

Thinking of this, Takashi Natsume made up his mind. He was going to find the SCP Consortium with his schoolbag in his hand, but he saw Edgar Allan Poe covering his eyes miserably.

"Take care of him and talk about it when I come back."

Natsume Takashi felt more at ease with so many men keeping swords and swords. Then he went to the castle tower and searched. After finding the certificate of level 5 personnel, he took his bag and entered the teleportation formation.

Leaving Poe and the swords looking at each other.

He forced a smile, and tried to wave his hand at the sword that hit him just now, but it was a pity that it was tied tightly.

"Uh... hi?"

"To shut up."

Then that night, Edgar Allan Poe spent the night in the stable with his little raccoon.

For this kind of ending, Edgar Allan Poe and the horse are very uncomfortable.

He had already been trampled on by the royal court three or four times, and he dared to swear with a killer crocodile that this smelly horse was definitely on purpose.

Today's feed seems to be soybeans, so Qinghai Bo and Mochizuki lie there, farting and belching at him non-stop, because the taste is too strong, and a smart person like Poe can't tell the truth for a while. Is it a soy belch or a soy belch.

Sanguohei kept blowing at him with his nostrils, but Little Skylark still seemed to want to bite him... Maybe it was smoked by the smell of soybean fart?

No, no!

Three minutes later, in front of Edgar Allan Poe, they had a movement below the neck that Jinjiang did not allow.

So you see, even the abandoned AU151 Honmaru is a place full of love!

Ah!

Edgar Allan Poe and his little raccoon were lying side by side on the ground of the stable, watching this restricted-level performance from an excellent position, and felt that a 22-inch flat tire V6 twin-turbocharged engine + multi-functional rear wing was the top The racing car drifts on his face...

No, it wasn't the horse, it wasn't him, and it wasn't the old hen next to her who couldn't lay her eggs until midnight and learned how to crow like a rooster.

but this world.

Poe lay expressionless until the raccoon bit his rope and he was finally able to stand up.

If he could, he really wanted to go up and pull the horses of these two ghs apart, but he couldn't, he had important things to do.

Taking advantage of the night, he hugged the little raccoon and sneaked towards the Tianshou Pavilion. Taking the opportunity, he kicked over the feeding basin filled with soybeans in the stable.When he was arrested during the day, he deliberately memorized the way. As long as he got the paper and pen, he can write mystery novels... everything will be done.

He wants to drag all these people into mystery novels!Especially the pink-haired man who bundled him up like a crab!

hateful!

Thinking this way, he sneaked into the castle tower, because Natsume Takashi and Hiroshin Shema were not in Honmaru, so there was no night watchman sword, so that Poe broke in unimpeded.

Will it be too smooth?

But I can't take care of so much, as long as I find paper and pen, everything is easy to talk about!Edgar Allan Poe went straight to the bookshelf, almost tripping over the debris on the floor.

Natsume Takashi was here during the day to look through the pass of the fifth-level personnel, throwing up the sundries all over the place, and he hadn't had time to clean it up, but this happened to be convenient for Poe.

Because he saw a box with the words "SCP Consortium" on the desk, which contained everything in a mess, as well as a few crumpled white papers, and two pens.

God help me too.

He took the white paper and tried to flatten it, took out a magazine and put it under it, then hesitated for a moment, and chose a signature pen among a pen and a signature pen in the box.

Okay, now he wants to write a short detective story as fast as possible, the shorter the better, the faster the better.

So how do you write it at the beginning?

Once upon a time, a great detective was trapped in a stable in a secret room...

No, no, I can’t write about the chamber of secrets anymore. Edgar Allan Poe stopped thinking about it. He was still in shock when the protagonist’s murderous crocodile turned into a ghost. He can’t write about the chamber of secrets until he finds out the reason!

Then there's a great detective trapped in a stable in the middle of nowhere...

Wait, why is there a stable in the wilderness, who would build such a thing in the wilderness?Was it built by the horse itself?

Edgar Allan Poe can't care so much anymore. In this dark castle tower, this great writer who smells of horse dung is gorgeously Cavin!

He opened the cap of the pen, held a 0.5 black signature pen, and began to write on the paper...

However, after the first sentence was written, a strange thing happened. He found that his handwriting was slowly disappearing...

"A long time ago, there was a young man from Wei Da who was riding a horse and was trapped in a horse farm..."

Poe raised his forehead and wanted to calm down for a while.

It’s all for this pen to be out of water, why is it still so individual?

Others are always picking typos in the correct words, he is a typo in the whole article!I can't figure it out and think he's writing encrypted intelligence!

He didn't dare to let people in after writing this kind of mystery novel. Ordinary novels can turn into ghosts, so if this kind of nonsense goes in, there will be a group of Godzillas, right?

He took a deep breath, threw the pen with the SCP number engraved on it back into the case, and pulled out another pen.

Hmm...there's an SCP number on it too, so it's not made by the same stationery store, is it?

Poe had a bad feeling.

He opened the "SCP-067" and shook it, then began to write.

"On a long, dull, gray and silent day in that autumn, heavy clouds hung low in the sky."

Ok?

Um--? ? ? ?

What's with this delicate style of writing?Why did he create the depressive atmosphere he was after in just a few sentences at the beginning?

This is what he wrote?Is it really written by him?

Edgar Allan Poe swallowed in some horror, and continued to lower his wrist, allowing the nib to write freely on the white paper.

"I rode alone through this dreary, exotic country--"

Getting better!

What's going on, these things... really wrote by him?

Edgar Allan Poe wanted to stop, but he was holding the pen in his hand, but he started writing crazily without his control...

"SCP-067" is named——

"Artist's Pen".

In short, Edgar Allan Poe successfully wrote until the sun rose the next morning, and the men of swords and swords waited for him to finish writing the last word, and then tied him back to the stable.

Of course, in order to prevent such a prison escape from happening a second time, he was tied to... a horse by Kikoko Sadamune.

Now, let's see how you run!

But, to Poe's horror, he found himself strapped to... the mare called Little Skylark.

This horse is different from other horses!

Other mares are still young and ignorant horses who only know how to eat and fart, but Little Skylark is different... This is a married young/female horse with a pure appearance and a violent heart!

Is it not good for him to be tied to someone's back?

Sure enough, after Hasebe, who had finished tying up and said harsh words, left, he felt the heavy gaze.

——The gaze of San Guohei, a hot-blooded and restless adolescent stallion.

etc!Don't come here! !

In this way, Poe watched ██ on the spot with a more curious perspective and a closer distance than yesterday.

Oh, this is so ██.

At this moment, Natsume Takashi walked to the corner of the underground parking lot of a large supermarket, and opened the hidden door with a Level 5 card.

"Welcome, Dr. Abundantia."