Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"Ah, back!"

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his arms, looked at the familiar interior decoration, suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Hey, you're back to your senses." Kunikida Doppo looked serious, "Although it's not a good time to spoil your mood at this time, but there is a case."

His words immediately got Nakajima Atsushi's attention.

Edogawa Ranpo sat on the table and did not participate in this topic.

"Ah, this is troublesome."

The man standing in front of the window looked down condescendingly, and said words with unknown meaning.The violet pupils are elegant and mysterious, behind which is the analysis of the conversations of the members.

His voice was so soft that it was almost impossible to catch it. It was said that it was almost because someone still caught it.Quan Jinghua raised her head and glanced at the figure of the man standing in front of the window, feeling a little puzzled in her heart, what's the trouble?

But firstly, she is not familiar with Mr. Floating Dream, and secondly, she is not a person who can talk and care.She turned her head, very quiet, like an elaborate doll.

"Then we will say goodbye."

The man nodded towards the people in the room and left the detective agency.

"Why is Mr. Fumeng with you?" Junichiro Tanizaki scratched his head, but no one was destined to answer this question.Immediately, he also sat down awkwardly, after all, now is not a suitable time for discussion.

This case is quite tricky.

The prisoner chose a young woman, and the police didn't care about it at first, but now there have been three victims.They were all killed at the most beautiful age, which is extremely regrettable, and they hate the prisoners more and more.

They should have a better future, but they sleep forever at their flowery age.

"Then, why didn't you find out that it was a serial crime before?" Nakajima Atsushi flipped through the documents in his hand with some doubts.

"It wasn't until just now that they were sure that there were lilies and daisies on the victim's body. When the victim appeared for the first time, the police thought it was suicide. The second time it appeared, because there were people in the victim's home who changed the flowers in the vase. Habits, so there was no connection for a while. It was not until today that the police confirmed that it was a serial crime."

Kunikida Doppo closed the document in his hand, "Really, such a mistake happened."

Osamu Dazai touched his chin. The women in the photos were smiling, and they were not afraid of death at all. In the past, he would definitely lament the deaths of these beautiful ladies, but now he felt weird.

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Sunset, as a seaside city, the sunset in Yokohama is also exceptionally beautiful, with the sky and water appearing orange.

Kunikida Doppo withdrew his hand and shook his head, but he didn't find anything special.It's hard to believe, but it's true.There was no trace of struggle, and his expression was calm and serene, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The woman held a bouquet of daisies and lilies in her hands, but nothing was detected on it.

Regarding the origin of the flowers, the police also checked, and there was no information about the prisoner in any flower shop in Yokohama.

Kunikida Doppo scratched his hair irritably, "Could it be a spiritual power? Or something?"

Without clues, we can only go back to the detective agency first.

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What I fear most is not death, but old age.When the skin is sagging, the teeth are falling out, from being noticed to being looked at with hidden eyes, this is what I am afraid of, the old age that no one can defy.

So, I thought, if I could die in my best years, the death that scares me would no longer exist.

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"Yes, that's right, that's it!" The person in the shadow tightly clenched the thing in his hand.The tone was strangely fanatical, and the dim yellow light passed through the small gap, but it didn't bring any warmth, on the contrary, it added a bit of horror.

Put the things in your hands close to your body, and there is no one in the dark corner, as if no one has ever been here.

Not long after, someone walked through the alley, looked at the corner quietly, and then turned and left mercilessly.The deserted moon sheds frosty white moonlight in the night sky behind.

Nothing but the wind.

Holding a note in his hand, Osamu Dazai looked around, looking like he was looking for someone.

Not long after, he looked at a short iron door and made a brisk sound.Putting the paper in his hand into his bosom, he stood at the gate of the iron gate and looked in. The Japanese-Western house had both a Western style and a Japanese simplicity.

"Huh? Is there no one?"

Osamu Dazai checked the height of the door with his eyes, as if he was going to try something.

"I think you'd better not try it."

A man's voice sounded behind him, Osamu Dazai turned his head, with surprise on his face, "Ah, sir, you are back!" There was no slight embarrassment of being caught by the owner of the house. Before that, he was still thinking about whether to open the lock Go in, or flip in or something like that.

"Did Ranpo give you the address?" Mr. Fumeng opened the door and invited Osamu Dazai to enter.

Osamu Dazai looked around while answering his question, "Yes, Mr. Ranpo is very strict. I begged for a long time before he gave it to me."

Mr. Fumeng showed a somewhat helpless expression, "So, what is the purpose of coming to me?" Osamu Dazai blinked, "I'm just a little curious about the living environment of the gentleman, but." Osamu Dazai sighed, " Your house is so big."

The man who was used to his words picked up the tray from the kitchen, and put the teacup on the tray in front of Osamu Dazai, "How much older do you think I am than you?"

Osamu Dazai shrugged and took a sip of tea.

"Oh! It's delicious!" Osamu Dazai took another sip, and then put the teacup on the table with a smile, "Sir, there are always a lot of weird things here." Most of the time, men simply ignore what Osamu Dazai said. Yes, he put a new stack of manuscript paper on the table.

"Sir, did you just go out and buy some manuscript paper?" Osamu Dazai held the teacup.

There was a hint of trouble on the man's face.

"Yeah, probably because the move was too hasty, and some manuscript papers were not brought back, maybe they were burned?"

Osamu Dazai also knew about the man's physique from Ranpo Edogawa, so he couldn't help but ask, "What do you plan to write, sir?"

Mr. Fumeng tapped lightly on the desktop, "I don't know." Normally, he didn't think about what to write. It was his momentary impression.

"It's okay." The man's expression was extremely calm, and he held up his teacup, "If you want to write, you will naturally write."

Osamu Dazai was lying on the table with a dissatisfied expression on his face. He still wanted to give advice to the man.

"By the way, Dazai-kun, have you read the letter from Oda-dono-dono?"

Mr. Fumeng's question completely froze Osamu Dazai, of course he didn't read it.Just like a wanderer who is close to his hometown and feels timid, he also feels this way.

At this time, Osamu Dazai was like a cat clutching the back of his neck, well-behaved and obedient, and exuding a pitiful aura.The man really didn't understand why Dazai Osamu didn't read the letter, he didn't poison it, and he didn't hide the mechanism, why Dazai Osamu just didn't read it.

"Could it be that you are afraid?" This is the most reasonable guess.

Osamu Dazai reluctantly took out the letter written to him by Oda Sakunosuke. Looking at him, those who didn't know it thought that someone was forcing him to fall in love with the most annoying guy.

Mr. Fumeng shook his head dumbfounded, "I'm not forcing you to dance with Your Excellency Zhongyuan." Osamu Dazai immediately retorted: "Sir, if you say that, it will make me feel like my whole body is covered in slug slime!" Osamu Dazai satirized triumphantly He said: "And how could a dark dwarf know how to dance? Even if he wanted to, no one would dance with him at his height. I guess he can only dance women's steps."

The black-haired man poured himself another cup of tea, "Your Excellency Zhongyuan will be angry if you say that."

Dazai had a look of indifference on his face.

"There is only me and my husband here, how could there be a dark dwarf."

The man looked at the tea in the quilt, and there were ripples in it. "Ah, here we come."

Osamu Dazai raised his head, "What's coming?"

"Bastard mackerel—!"

The person sitting on the tatami was kicked out, Mr. Fumeng took a sip of tea calmly, and didn't think there was anything wrong with the sudden attack.

On the contrary, the man calmly ordered, "Chuya, be gentle."

A gleam of light flashed in the blue eyes of the rather petite young man, "Of course."

Holding the tea, Mr. Floating Dream forgot the voices of the two of them and the sounds they made. He came to the bookshelf on the side, ran his slender fingers across the spine of the book, and suddenly his violet eyes froze. one time.He pondered for a moment, and asked the two people who were still fighting and arguing in the courtyard.

"Chuya, have you brought all the books back?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also finally stopped. He looked at the man kneeling in front of the simple bookshelf, his royal blue pupils were full of conviction, "Of course I brought them all back."

Even though he knew it was impossible for Zhong Yuanzhong to lie, the man still sighed.

Probably realizing that something was wrong, Zhong Yuan Zhong also came to the man, "What's wrong, Mr. Fu Meng?" Mr. Fu Meng looked at the bookshelf, tilted his head, "Some books ran out."

Osamu Dazai blinked, and suddenly a man solemnly told him that books are alive in his mind.

"What?! Which one is missing?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately became nervous. He half-kneeled beside the man, his eyes scanning the books on the bookshelf from beginning to end.

He gasped, "Damn it. Three books are missing."

Mr. Fumeng was as calm as ever, "Wait a minute, let's check other places." Nakahara also nodded, and the two left Dazai Osamu as a guest, and went to check the place where the books were placed.

【本は、生きているものです.Text も.

Books are alive.Text too. 】

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Yokohama is peaceful today too :)

Everyone should be able to guess who the culprit is. www

chuya appears!Everyone applauds (???????) o彡

感谢在2020-04-2015:00:42~2020-04-2019:18:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Stark's little princess, 5 bottles of prosperity;

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