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In New York, in an extremely luxurious dressing room, Belmode was leisurely lying on a chair and applying a facial mask.

She didn't wear old age makeup today because she is now Chrissy Wynyard, daughter of legendary actress Sharon Wynyard.

In fact, both the mother and the daughter are her, an old set of dolls.

The Witch with Thousand Faces, rumored to be the favorite woman of the gentleman, Belmode's status is unmatched in the film and television industry or in the Black Organization.

"Boss has recently become obsessed with mystery novels?" Belmode raised his eyebrows gracefully as he looked at the instructions in the mailbox to collect information about Shuji Tsushima.

I heard that Rum was the first to receive the mission, but he messed up.

"It's not my fault," Rum said in an internal communication. "You can't do it."

Good guy, who do you say can't do it?

Belmode, like most people in the organization, doesn't pay much attention to his job, but his part-time job is flourishing.

The Black Organization has sent a large number of practical talents to the outside world over the years. Whether it is a young worker in a coffee shop or an ace delivery man in a sushi restaurant, they are all humble model workers in their respective industries.

Changing two roles, Belmode, who is rooted in the film and television industry and contributes to human spiritual civilization, is no exception.She may not be a qualified Mafia, but she must be a good actor.

The actor's unique sense of smell allowed her to find a way to break the situation.

According to the information provided by Rum, Shuji Tsushima left very little trace on the Internet.

His fans and black fans were also mysteriously insane, and the news they revealed challenged the judgment of normal people. In this way, Rum was brought into the pit and was scolded by the boss.

Since it can't be found on the Internet, what about in reality?

Harder.

The only person who knows Shuji Tsushima's true identity is his editor in charge, but that man, who is ordinary in every way, is protected by some mysterious power.Once members of the organization try to get close, patrolling police will appear nearby within three seconds, which is simply evil.

Teruki Maeda, who lives near the Mihua Town Police Station, his neighbor is a criminal policeman, his father is a special policeman, his mother is a civilian policeman, and his brother is a military policeman, is the only one who devotes himself to literature at two o'clock every day: Surrounded by the police, I am at a loss.jpg

It is not that the Black Organization does not have undercover agents in the police station, but every undercover who received an order to try to approach Teruki Maeda as a policeman either made a mistake and was discovered by the police, or died suddenly and suddenly for no apparent reason.

It seems that there is a pair of invisible eyes in the world, quietly watching all this.

Chilling.

Zero Zero: Brother is watching you.

Colleagues failed and subordinates died suddenly. In such a difficult working environment, Belmode opened up a third way.

"Miss Chrissy, the matter you asked me to investigate has come to fruition." A professional agent in a suit knocked on the door and entered the room, "A team of professional stage actors in Paris has received a huge job offer, and the location is at the Tokyo Opera House. Invited to act in a play called "Death of the Nameless."

"Death of the Nameless Man", the most famous work in the recent Japanese mystery novels, Belmode also bought a copy of Mihua Weekly to read out of curiosity.

An extremely excellent work, whether it is the control of the text or the rigorous and treacherous plot, it is refreshing.

There is a hidden power in Shuji Tsushima's words.It can quietly pry people's souls, make readers empathize with the characters in the story, and even leave part of the readers' spiritual power in the text, which will never be forgotten for a long time.

But for Belmode, she can't just appreciate the story like ordinary readers. What she sees is the silt that has been swept out bit by bit from the bottom of the clear river.

The filth exposed to the sun, each word is like a blood-stained knife, stabbing the darkest place.

The person who was stabbed in the center must have struggled in panic and fidgeted.

As for her post-reading impressions... how should I put it, Belmode felt that Shuji Tsushima was really courageous.

The bright sarcasm was stuck to his face, no wonder that gentleman was so angry.

Not only anger, but also the panic of information being leaked.

Every metaphor in the novel is precisely on the spot, exactly.

Just like Tsujima Shuji is a person who lives beside Karasuma Renye and grew up with him intimately. Their shadows are like the intertwined shadows of trees on the asphalt road, and he can understand him so deeply.

Belmode had no doubts that the boss's first suspicion after seeing "Death of the Nameless" must be her, rum and gin.

People who died half a century ago, only their close subordinates know that they are still alive. Logically speaking, no one knows Renye Karasuma better than them.

The fact is: as the recognized person in the organization and the person closest to the BOSS, Belmode knows less than half of Shuji Tsushima's details.

There are many things that she thought about and terrified, and she realized that something was wrong after reading this novel.

It is not an exaggeration to say that if the BOSS had the ability to instantly kill a designated group of people, he would definitely order the killing of everyone who has read this novel.

"Death of the Nameless" is the public execution of Renye Karasuma. When he read this book, his mood was as shameful as being read out of the love diary written in the second issue in public.

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting. If you think about it for a while, your mentality will explode, and you will call social death directly.

If Shuji Tsushima was caught by the boss, he would definitely die a miserable death.

The shame of human beings is a very terrifying existence.

"Drama?" Belmode said to himself, "It's just that the novel is not enough. Does he want to openly make an enemy of the organization?"

This man... isn't he afraid of death?

"Buy me a ticket," Bellmode said finally, "and I'm going to see it for myself."

See what the guy behind the scenes is trying to do.

At the same time, in Mihua Town, Mao Lilan was taking Conan past a chain convenience store.

"Xiao Lan, why don't you come to our store to draw a lottery? The event is very favorable." The shop assistant who knew her well stopped Mao Lilan, and waved to her with a smile, "Come and try your luck, the third prize will also be given a lottery."

"Is it a new activity in the store?" Mao Lilan stopped in front of the electronic lottery machine, "The second prize is a set of kitchen utensils, and the first prize is three theater tickets..."

"Huh? It's "Death of the Nameless" by Shuji Tsushima," Conan read out curiously, "is it adapted into a drama so soon?"

"It's a familiar name. It seems that many people like him very much recently." Mao Lilan thought for a while, "Mystery drama? That guy Xinyi should be very interested..."

really.Conan answered in his mind, he had read "Death of the Nameless", a novel with a wonderful reasoning part, but its core is by no means a pure "reasoning story".

This is a work of metaphor and provocation, and the author is extremely arrogant.

"Do you want to try your luck, Conan?" Seeing Conan staring at the promotional poster, Mao Lilan said encouragingly, "Give it a try, the third prize is also very good."

What, he might not necessarily get the worst one.

Conan thought unconvinced, but he looked at the obviously unequal probability grids on the virtual turntable in the screen. The third prize is probably the final result.

No, it may also be "Thank you for your patronage", which only occupies a small box like the first prize.

It is easy to cheat in the electronic lottery. The boss only needs to set the probability of going to the "first prize" to be infinitely small.

But the probability of switching to the only "Thank you for your patronage" without any rewards is also very small. It is the last conscience of this lottery, and 99% of people will get at least one box of paper draws.

Conan pressed the lottery button, and the turntable on the screen spun rapidly, and the pattern drawn on the turntable became clearer as the speed increased.

——It was a bloody black crow.

crow?Would anyone use this admittedly inauspicious imagery as an adornment for a lottery wheel?

"Conan!" Mao Lilan's surprised voice interrupted Conan's subconscious thinking, and he looked at the lottery result with concentration: "Death of the Unknown", three tickets for the first row of special seats!

He has so much money?Conan couldn't help but look down at his palm.

"Have you given out the tickets for the neighbors?" On the other side, Osamu Dazai put down his pen and asked sideways.

"Sent it out," Lingling was staring at the data stream on the screen, and casually complained: "But Mr. Conan is really unlucky, he can also get 1% of the 'Thank you for your patronage'. If I didn't give him a temporary Put water, he can't even get a box of toilet paper."