After drawing Zhongye SSR

At the same time, Armed Detective Agency.

This was the most serious meeting Atsushi Nakajima had seen since joining the Armed Detective Agency.

All the curtains in the meeting room were drawn, and the members were sitting at the long table, and the projector in the front projected clear pictures one by one on the curtain.

Serious, dignified, uncontrollably nerve-wracking—

...that's how it should have been.

Until Osamu Dazai suddenly opened the door and walked in, and immediately turned on the light.

Because of the sudden stimulation, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils like big cats.

The next second, Kunikida Doppo jumped up: "Dazai, why did you come back at this time!"

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly came back to his senses, he blinked, and blurted out: "Mr. Dazai, why are you back?"

Obviously, when he called before, Osamu Dazai, who was sweeping the grave, looked like he was going to skip work.

Osamu Dazai shrugged: "I'm done sweeping the grave, I have nothing to do anyway, come back and join in the fun."

Osamu Dazai went to the cemetery where Sakunosuke Oda was.

Oda Sakunosuke was his only friend during the Hong Kong black period-if you don't count the guy who is both an enemy and a friend like Chuya.

He was a gentle and easy-going man with no aggressive intentions. If it wasn't for the adoption of the family's adopted children, he probably wouldn't have taken up the job that eventually led to his death.

Before entering Hong Kong, he was a killer.

All the information before that can't be found, and no one knows when he was born, as if he was a duckweed that appeared suddenly.

He was also alone when he died-before he died, all the adopted children were bombed to death by hostile organizations, so no one would even visit his grave except Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai once wondered if he would become like this after his death, and would often laugh at himself in front of Odasaku's tomb.

"But it probably won't happen now." The tall man sitting on the stone tablet smiled, "If it doesn't matter, my younger sister will come back to give me a symbolic look. She is a smart little girl with a politician's mind. Leaving this gap in my career."

...Osamu Dazai came back to his senses.

He found Kunikida Doppo glaring at him: "Dazai! It's fine if you're late, hurry up and sit down, it's time for a meeting!"

Osamu Dazai responded lightly, turned off the light again, and found a chair next to Edogawa Ranpo.

President Fukuzawa Yukichi switched the slide back to the previous one.

A photo was displayed on the screen. In the photo, the whole body of the man was painted with cards, and he was firmly nailed to the height like a vampire in a movie. His death was very miserable.

The keyword card reminds Osamu Dazai of a certain little girl.

His heart, which had been calm just now, suddenly trembled, and he frowned deeply.

Edogawa Ranpo who was sitting next to him suddenly poked him.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, the young detective had a piece of potato chips in his mouth, and whispered, "Dazai, do you know who did it?"

The two of them sat far away from other members.

The others were looking intently at the slides again, so only they could hear the conversation.

Osamu Dazai nodded almost imperceptibly.

Edogawa tilted his head in disorder: "Have you seen that person?"

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko? Of course I've seen it."

Osamu Dazai didn't mean to say much, it was about six years ago, and maybe Chuya had a deeper impression on this person than others - after all, in order to get rid of this powerful person with supernatural powers, Chuya At that time, more than a dozen subordinates were lost.

Edogawa Ranpo put his eyes back on.

He dangled his legs and began to gather the snacks around him into a pile.

Edogawa Ranpo: "Is he hard to beat?"

Osamu Dazai: "It's hard."

Edogawa Ranpo: "How difficult is it?"

Osamu Dazai thought for a while: "Chuya is on a business trip overseas for the past two days—it's almost impossible."

Edogawa Ranpo's hands paused.

The somewhat childish detective now has a rare serious expression: "That's a bit bad-you'd better contact him and ask him to come back quickly."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "He won't listen to me."

"Tell him that little girl is in danger, and he will listen."

Osamu Dazai's frivolous expression just now froze on his face: "Where is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko now?"

Edogawa Ranpo took out a safe, stuffed snacks into it and said, "The biggest hotel in the city center."

"Unfortunately, the little girl was there too."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "Is this reasoning?"

Edogawa pouted in dissatisfaction, "It's too much, Dazai—it's already said that it's a supernatural power!"

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just looked at the detective in front of him quietly.

A few seconds later, Edogawa Ranpo shrugged in resignation: "But it's not because of the supernatural power."

He turned on his phone, clicked on LINE, and opened Maki's message interface.

The name of the hotel was impressively written on the location sign that was only shown to friends.

"Occasionally rely on modern technology, Dazai."

*****

Maki: "...Sisi, don't you think this looks familiar?"

System: [Cinderella that time?To tell the truth from the host, it's a little bit. 】

Maki glanced at the victim's ID again.

Shirakawa Jun.

Ability: My heart is like iron.

A person with supernatural powers who can manipulate steel.

And she was killed by a person with the ability to manipulate steel.

...this thing is kind of weird.

Henggou seems to have lost his mind. This is not a bad street ability, and the ability users are not a bad street thing in Yokohama—the superpowers account for only [-]% of the global population. Most of the people living in Yokohama are ordinary people without any superpowers.

Turning around, I saw Maki standing there with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Hey!"

He shouted dissatisfied: "Don't touch the things on the scene—"

However, Maki has never heard of it.

Henggou came forward again, took away the paper in her hand, glanced at it quickly, and then frowned deeply: "If there is no accident, maybe this matter will be classified as suicide."

"But the Henggou Police Department—"

Next to him, Edogawa Conan interjected: "Look at this wound, if it is a suicide, it is difficult to create such a neat wound because of the blocking pain?"

Henggou Shigeno scratched his chin, although it was annoying for this little devil to turn around, but he had to admit that what he said made sense.

Looking at the documents, this woman should be just an ordinary person, regardless of whether it is a supernatural power or personality, it requires a high degree of concentration when activated. It is hard to imagine how an ordinary person can create such a thin and hard steel in his body with high precision. of.

and so--

"It's not suicide."

Henggou Shigeno turned his head in surprise.

The expressionless face of the girl with twin ponytails could be seen to be dignified: "She was killed by her own supernatural power."

Henggou re-enlightened: "But you didn't say you didn't commit suicide—"

"It really wasn't a suicide," Maki cut him off, and said quickly before Yokomizo got angry, "Didn't you hear, I said she was killed by 'her own power'—no' Herself'."

Henggou paused for three seconds.

Then his eyes widened in disbelief: "You mean—"

Maki: "I know that prisoner, a very special and powerful person with supernatural powers, who is almost impossible to defeat at a long distance."

And now, obviously Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was not there.

Maki lowered her head, frowning and thinking for a few seconds.

Then she suddenly noticed something strange——

The humidity and visibility of the surrounding air seem to have changed a little compared to the previous few minutes.

This feeling, if there is no humidifier in the hotel lobby——

...it could only be fog.

Maki gasped, and raised his head suddenly: "Henggou Police Department, now ask your subordinates to seal the entire hotel and let all capable people leave!"

Henggou's puzzled face flashed in her eyes, probably because Maki's expression was too dignified, he subconsciously gave instructions to his subordinates, and then remembered to question: "What happened?"

Maki has come a long way.

That place is relatively empty, and the humidity of the air seems to be a little higher——

When I heard Henggou's re-enlightenment, I felt that explaining it at this time was a waste of time.

But the police officer asked again and again seriously, and she had to turn her head back.

Maki was stunned.

The loud police officer who was asking questions just now is no longer where the voice came from.

...Probably because she was too focused just now, she didn't even notice that the whole hotel had become silent at some point.

The beautiful crystal lamp also emits soft light, and soft music flows in the air.

The big screen playing the promotional video flickered.

Everything is the same as before.

Except people.

——The spectators who were still swarming at the door just now, as well as the guests who were stranded in the hotel, as well as the hostesses and lobby managers, all disappeared.

There was fog in the air.

The instantly thickened mist filled all areas of Maki's field of vision, thick and pale, like milk diluted many times with water.

Mobile phones and purses of different sizes fell on the ground.

A stroller stopped abruptly in front of the counter.

The crystal lamp flickered suddenly, and then went out.

In the luxuriously decorated lobby, there is only oppressive darkness and silence left.

The author has something to say:

Chinese New Year is coming, take a look at my schedule:

① Years ago, I coded while doing New Year’s goods

②On New Year’s Eve, code words while watching the Spring Festival Gala

③Happy New Year, pretend to sneak out of relatives’ house and squat to code words

What a wonderful New Year's Eve (great read)

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!