The supernatural power is called Ke Xue World

Belmode, who was far away in the United States, sneezed a little, and looked around apologetically at the concerned people who looked over.

She stood up from the small stool next to the director and brushed her blonde curly hair behind her, and walked to a corner.

The director of the filming watched the big star's assistant come forward, and waved his hand indifferently, signaling the people in the middle of the set to continue.

Glancing at the reenactment of the parting between the hero and his lover, Belmode, who put on brown wide-rimmed glasses, looked at the gathered fans under the ancient clock tower, and asked without looking back:

"The gentleman recently, didn't you send a letter?"

"No, the people from the Japanese branch haven't sent a letter recently."

Dressed in a black suit, the assistant pretended to be concerned, and spit out news about the winery.

"Oh?"

Belmode, who heard the interesting news, glanced at the respectful young man with a half-smile,

"Should it be good news or bad news? Well, if there is no news, it is probably good news."

He casually took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened it but quickly closed it after seeing the interface in his dark green eyes,

"Forget it, next... all activities will be canceled!"

Listening to the woman's wayward words, the assistant did not stop her, but followed Belmode into the bathroom.

Three or ten minutes later, an assistant walked out of the men's room and never came back. Belmode also quickly walked out of the women's room and came to the director's side.

"Exactly, next is your play, Chris!"

The tall figure walked towards the male protagonist who was still in the center.

"Get ready, "Secret Murder" No. 20 Act [-], start shooting!"

At the same time, Yokohama, Japan

"Dazai, this way!"

For that, Mr. Ranpo had a whim and wanted to fulfill his obligations as a parent. Under Dazai Osamu's calculations, the final companion fell into his hands.

Seeing the undeniable Edogawa Ranpo striding forward, Dazai volunteered to accompany him, and resigned himself to his fate to keep up with the road idiot.

Prior to this, they had been wandering in Yokohama for a full six hours, and have not deviated from any route so far. They have circled a full 128 circles around the current name of the Armed Press.

The sedentary little cutie has persisted for so long because of her confidence in herself, just like a gambler who always believes in the casino that he will bet right next time.

Lu Chi is the one who always makes wrong bets when all the roads look familiar.Only when you lose all your chips will you end up.

Well, but a gambler is a person who never thinks about losing after playing, so it's cute to think about it like this!

Dazai Osamu looked at the shadow of the shinkansen station heading for Tokyo, tilted his head to look at Edogawa Ranpo who had given up and ran to the pastry shop next to him, and smiled slightly.

Well, how can I say that I am also like a gambler? This dream is so beautiful that I don't want to lose it yet.

Oda Saku who never disappeared after being touched by disqualification in the world, Ango who is also in the publishing house, Dr. Mori who tried to poach people to find another job to write, super talented Akutagawa, Chuya who became 1.5 meters [-], who likes drawing books Alice, who is called Mori Mori, and so on.

emmmmm, the last one is still a bit of a headache.

"This, this, this, pack everything, Dazai~ come and pay!"

Yali, have you been seen through?As expected of Mr. Ranpo.

Resigned to his fate, he took out the black card from his pocket, drew a considerable amount of money in the eyes of the smiling aunt, and led Edogawa Luanbu towards the dormitory.

The white plaster walls, with the light red roof tiles whose brilliance was obscured by the night, under the cover of trees, seemed to be a monster squatting on the ground to choose people and devour them.

But standing at the entrance of the corridor, the man who pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose from time to time opened and closed his lips, and the man standing beside him in a sand-colored windbreaker was responding, as if he had sensed Dazai's gaze, and looked sideways. He looked over, with a smile on his face.

Really, even if the front is hell like this, I will step into it without hesitation!

Edogawa Ranpo looked at the group that was running to meet the two, recalling the gentle and sad smile that he accidentally discovered, and reached into the bag of snacks, but he didn't catch anything.

Gently put the bag in front of her eyes, her left eye poked into the darkness, but her right eye was happy gathering.

"Ranbu, it's time to go home!"

A familiar voice appeared in his ears, Luanbu tilted his head back, looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi who had a serious face, blinked his emerald green eyes, threw the bag in his hand, and stopped the person who came sleeves:

"Hey, Master Ranbu wants to eat dim sum from Hongfu Road."

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked down at the person who secretly wiped his hands with his sleeves, his eyes drooped and stared at the slightly protruding stomach:

"Ranbu, how many snacks did you eat today?"

"Uh, one pack, just one pack... well, two packs, really two packs!"

Faced with Fukuzawa Yukichi who was just staring at him, the detective Maomao who was questioned ran into the dormitory building with a guilty conscience, sneaked behind the door panel, and observed the expression on the man's face.

When he found that he didn't seem to be angry, he happily ran to the roof and turned on the dim light.

The bright and clear moon climbed into the night sky, and a piece of tranquility was sprinkled on the earth with the moonlight like silver mist. The roof of the high-rise buildings in Tokyo and the noise below seemed to be two worlds. Kudo Shinichi stood on the roof and stretched himself out. He compared a box with his hands, and based on the location of the hotel in his mind, he constructed the selection of the sniper point.

He kept retreating until he reached the edge of the roof and stopped, lowered his head, then knelt down on one knee and looked at the ground. There was no trace left on the clean ground.

"Isn't it?"

Kudo Shinichi touched his chin, looked up at the moon above his head, and thought about the last location.

Contemplating the last building, the Saraf Building.

After calculating the distance, just as he was about to leave, a sound of youthful footsteps came from the passage leading to the rooftop.

The footsteps sounded indescribably brisk, like the wind wrapped in joy, was he drunk?

An immature face slowly appeared in front of Kudo Shinichi.

The boy with his hands in his trouser pockets and wearing a black school uniform from Weizhong Academy, who was originally humming, stopped the moment he saw him by the roof, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Does he know him?

Seeing the boy's body language showing rejection of himself, Kudo Shinichi stopped and prepared to leave, is he an accomplice?Or have you seen yourself in the newspaper, peers who are unhappy with your high profile?Or embarrassment in the usual sense?

The colorless king, who was notified by the green king to come to this place, greeted the whole family of the green king madly in his heart. Is this to sell himself to divert attention?

He was very curious about this boy's abilities, but he didn't know the details.

He can no longer remember where his body is, if he tries rashly, the end will probably be:

Try and die!

He hadn't exhausted all his strength to attack the Silver King, and he was completely insane. Under the threat of death, he regained his remaining sanity.

Not knowing what to do, he stood neatly at the door and successfully blocked the way for Kudo Shinichi to leave.

Kudo Shinichi, who was blocked, looked at the other party revealing that I was very obedient, and his mind was full of doubts. Could it be that this underage is really a member of that jungle organization.

But with this posture, it can't be seen that he is a member of the organization that did the midnight sniping!

There was another sound of footsteps, heavy but light footsteps, he was about a young man in his 20s, probably holding something in his hand.

Kudo Shin subconsciously thought it was something like a gun, and pulled the boy past the door, hiding behind the door.

When Kudo Shinichi reached out his hand, the Colorless King almost reached out to touch the gun at his waist.

However, the speed of an untrained young man is still not as fast as that of a veteran who has experienced murder scenes, and he was caught straight before he reached out his hand.

Huh huh~

If the Colorless King could come back again, he probably wished that he had never been to this rooftop.When those light blue serious eyes swept over, he almost thought he would die on the spot.

"Ah, is there no one?"

Looking at the young man with light blond short hair who was holding a camera in his hand with his back to the two, Shinichi Kudo, who thought that the visitor was holding a gun, heaved a sigh of relief.

The colorless king whose wrist was lowered lightly stroked his bruised hand, and glared fiercely at Kudo Shinichi's back.

Sensing malice, Shinichi Kudo looked at the boy who was touching his wrist, blinked his eyes and apologized embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a bad person. Let me rub it for you. The bruise will disappear sooner."

"what--"

The shocking screams came out from the rooftop at midnight. Is it the loss of morality or the distortion of human nature! ! !

"Nei, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Looking at the right hand that had completely lost the strength to hold the gun, the Colorless King forced a difficult smile, nodded vigorously, and redeemed his hand from Kudo Shinichi's.

Why isn't the Silver King here yet?

He no longer expects himself to escape from the roof of this building at the hands of the detectives who have detected it. He only hopes that Bi Shuiliu's information about the Silver King is not wrong.

"Are you friends?"

In order to prepare ten bundles of tatara for Anna's birthday surprise, the two young people who interacted well smiled slightly, bent their bodies, and brought the camera closer to the two:

"Tomorrow our little princess will celebrate her birthday, can I leave a smiling face? It will never be rumored!"

"no problem!"

Accompanied by Kudo Shinichi's affirmation, the colorless king who barely pulled out a smile, and Kudo Shinichi's bright smile stayed on this birthday gift.

Watching the airship in the sky leaning down, the colorless king exhausted his hand speed for countless years of being single, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, opened the 'candle' APP, and the two people disappeared on the rooftop in the eyes.

Under the bright moonlight, the spaceship set sail again, heading for an unknown distance.

Sitting in front of the window under the moonlight, he opened the Kurosawa Jin of someone's make-up composition, picked up a Marlboro with calloused fingers on both sides, opened the first page, and showed a confused expression .

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Three-dimensional world

The famous scene where Kudo looks at gin (ah ~ Shirley)

In my mind: Well, this looks like a Chinese teacher reading a text!

Kudo browses the official formula book:

Vodka usually lives in an old apartment with posters of idols in the room. During holidays, he just drinks and complains. He likes to complain about TV programs. In the middle of the night because of homesickness, he will wet his pillow with tears.

In my head: Missing home and crying, I don’t know why the first thing that comes to mind is Sister Lin, uh, Sister Lin and vodka, it’s so cold! ! !