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In the dark theater, except for the lights that light up slightly, there is only dull darkness permeating the air.

Whispers were buzzing, and even though the audience tried their best to suppress their excitement, the huge crowd was still vaguely agitated.

The play will not start until all the audience enters the stage, and the waiting time is always anxious.

The Conan family sat closest to the center of the stage. A huge curtain hangs down from the dome. With the shape of a child, you have to look up to get a glimpse of the panorama.

"It's so close..." Mao Lilan whispered, being too close to the stage gave her the illusion that she was also a part of the play.

Belmode, wearing a disguise mask, sat far away near the edge of the theater.

The seats of the Tokyo Opera House are very user-friendly, no matter where you are, you can easily see the panorama of the stage through projection.

The rustling voices in the ears became louder and louder. When the crowd reached the limit of their endurance, the curtain fell with a clang, and the spotlights were as white as knives and pierced people's eyes.

The melodious jazz breaks the tranquility, and the tranquility of the dusk castle reveals its strangeness in its tranquility.The audience silently turned their attention to the stage.

The music changed from cheerful to sharp, and with a hula, the sound of crows shaking their feathers to fly stopped everything.Under the spotlight, the lifting platform slowly rose, and a black shadow appeared in the center of the stage.

The Crow Duke, dressed as a plague doctor wearing a bird's beak mask, raised his scepter, and seven girls in black plumage followed behind him, twirling ballet on their toes, with weird and beautiful lines like ink on their faces.

Seven crows?Belmode unconsciously tapped the handrail with her fingertips. She looked at the Raven Duke on the stage, wondering if she was too sensitive: this person's body shape was exactly the same as Boss.

It's just a coincidence, and no one with a lot of sleight of hand could have put that gentleman on stage in a play that satirized himself.

The actor's information sent by the agent is still stored in the mobile phone. There is indeed an inconspicuous supporting role in this team who is about the same stature as the boss.

It might be better to say that Shuji Tsushima took a fancy to this and hired them to play at a high price.Coupled with the metaphor of the seven crows, he really spared no effort to carry private goods and mocked that gentleman to death.

"If the BOSS sees this play, will he have a stroke?" Belmode jokingly thought.

The drama is brilliant.The script is the best work of the year this year. The performance of the actors is remarkable. What is even more commendable is the unique background music, which fits the theme and is refreshing.

"A song I've never heard before. For this drama, did he hire a symphony orchestra?" Belmode calculated the approximate expenses of Shuji Tsushima from the perspective of a practitioner in the entertainment industry, and deeply doubted whether he Can I get my money back.

Mao Lilan watched the actors perform intently, the bright lights shrouded her body, the plumage of the Crow Feather Girl swept the side of the stage, and the smell of perfume lingered on the tip of her nose.

"The first row is really clear." Sitting next to Mao Lilan, Kogoro Mori muttered, and he could even see the makeup on the actor's face from his vision.

"Hey, sister Xiaolan, why is there an empty seat here?" Conan turned his head to look to his left, the most central seat in the first row, the well-deserved special seat in the entire theater.

This seat alone is empty.

"Maybe it's something that didn't come." Mao Lilan guessed, "It's a pity, it's obviously the best place to see."

"Seats like this are generally not for sale." Conan thought about it and said, "Aren't our tickets also obtained by lottery? The owner of this seat should not be an individual visitor."

The seat with the best view in the audience, who will the host of the play leave it for?

"Meet you again, Conan-kun." With the cover of darkness, a figure quietly sat beside Conan, his tone was relaxed, and there was an indelible smile in his voice.

The entire theater was shrouded in darkness, only the lights on the stage gave light sparingly.

Half of Dazai Osamu's face was illuminated by the dim light, his kite-colored eyes were as bright as soaking in water, and half of his face was covered by darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

"Dazai...brother." Conan subconsciously lowered his voice, his eyes were hidden under the lens, unconsciously stained with vigilance and solemnity, "Why are you here?"

"Huh? Conan-kun's question is so strange." Osamu Dazai turned his attention to the stage, "Of course I'm here to see the play."

The detective's mind is running fast: the mysterious writer Shuji Tsushima, the talented writer who made his debut as a blockbuster, the special seat in the center of the stage of the opera house... and when they first met, Dazai Osamu introduced himself as "a down-and-out writer with no money to eat" .

"You are Tsujima Shuji?" Conan was stunned. A while ago, the neighbor who was arrested for "buy-murder-murder-people to seize family property" for a day trip turned out to be a popular reasoning writer in Tokyo?

"About My Suspect's Neighbor Is Actually Half of My Traveler", a masterpiece of magical realism.

"Shhh." Osamu Dazai raised a finger, lightly pressed it to his lips, and made a silent gesture: "If you want to sign an autograph, come find me after the performance. Now is the time for a good show."

No need to sign Thank you, you just said a few days ago that my dad is your idol, you have to admit what you said.

"I'm curious," Conan turned his head to the direction of the stage as he said, and looked at Osamu Dazai quietly from the corner of his eye, "Isn't big brother very short of money? Why did you think of adapting a play? The cost of this performance is very expensive, right? "

"Yeah, I don't have money to eat now." Osamu Dazai said jokingly, pretending to think about it distressedly, "As for why..."

"Probably because it's fun." Osamu Dazai curled his lips and smiled silently.

"Huh?" Conan looked at him blankly.

"People who think they are smart often think that they see everything clearly, but in fact they don't understand anything. They use their own vision to look at the world ignorantly, and finally die in their own stupidity, arrogance and anger."

The young man's indifferent voice was very clear in the darkness.

"There is nothing more interesting than letting a prudent person step into a trap and let an arrogant person kneel and beg for mercy." Osamu Dazai said lazily, "I also make fun of myself occasionally."

While having fun, he can also find an excuse to buy a new book, and the plan can kill two birds with one stone, as expected of him.

Dangerous speaking.

Conan didn't like Osamu Dazai, from the first time we met; he didn't like Shuji Tsushima either, from the moment he saw "Death of the Nameless".

Strictly speaking, it’s hard for people who don’t know the real face of Osamu Dazai not to like him: an overly good appearance is always harmful in interpersonal communication, as long as he wants to, his extremely high IQ and accuracy in seeing people can make any stranger regard him as a best friend Friends tell all their secrets.

But... "The smell of blood is too strong." Conan murmured inaudibly.

The strong, bloody smell that sticks to the skin, the smell that can't be washed off by the purest snow water, is more terrifying than any murderer.

It's not because of selfish desire to kill, it's just a means.

This thought that regards all life, even one's own life, as "meaningless" is terrifying to the point of inhumanity.

Before he knew that Osamu Dazai was Shuji Tsushima, Conan had complicated feelings about "Death of the Nameless Man": he liked the reasoning in it, and the tricky and logical angles made it hearty to watch.

But there is no justice in his words.

The analysis of human nature is so precise that it is frightening. Complex psychological warfare is just a tool at hand, and he has no respect for justice.

Prisoners should be punished by justice and law, and detectives are only responsible for inferring the truth. This is the concept recognized by Conan.

That's right.Justice is the general law of the outer world, but the inner world has its own rules.

The young man who crawled out of the sea of ​​flames looked at his hideous appearance in a daze. His skin was engulfed by the flames, and the traces left behind were terrifying like ghosts.

The crow maiden in the castle was still dancing, and the gate of the castle at dusk opened a crack silently.

After a long foreshadowing and twists and turns, the invincible Duke of Crow will finally usher in his retribution. The audience became more and more absorbed in watching, and their mood fluctuated with the boy's movements.

"Do you think the vengeful boy is good or evil?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly.

"...It's evil," Conan watched as the boy returned to the Twilight Castle with the spring of stagnant time. He knew what the next plot would be. "Regardless of the reason, killing is evil."

"Conan-kun is a very principled person, I don't hate it." Dazai Osamu supported his chin with one hand, and glanced sideways at the child nestled in the chair, "You are right, he is evil."

"Using evil to control evil, cause and effect cycle, I want to write such a story," Osamu Dazai smiled and stretched out his hand to mess up Conan's hair, "Because I, the big brother, am the enemy of the villain."

Dare to say, Conan showed his half-moon eyes, trying to save this annoying adult who ruined his hairstyle on the spot.

On the stage, the original melodious music became impassioned, and the tune of revenge stirred the hearts of every audience. Every step the boy took towards the throne touched people's hearts.

Conan forgot to slander Osamu Dazai, his attention was completely focused on the stage, and he was enthralled.

"Dear Duke, do you still remember the Zhuangzi that you burned down 12 years ago? This is an act of justice, this is an act of judgment! Today, on your throne, I will let all this End!" The boy's subordinates strangled the enemy's throat tightly, with a loud and firm voice.

Rough ropes were wrapped around Duke Crow's neck, and the lift on the dome slowly rose.

The man's toes gradually lifted off the ground, his body swayed slightly in mid-air, his five fingers drooped loosely, his palms were wrapped in expensive leather gloves, and the crow mask on his face was crumbling.

The revenge in the original book is the joy of the boy alone, but the revenge in the drama is the carnival of all the people present. The moment the boy finished his lines, the long-suppressed applause from the audience broke out suddenly.

"It was amazing!"

"This is the best show I've seen this year!"

The tide of applause exploded like thunder, and the excited audience stood up and applauded. The high-pitched tune rose higher and higher, and the sound echoing in people's ears stimulated the adrenaline soaring.

After the scenes, the actors came back to the stage one after another, and the girls tugged on their black feather coats with excited smiles on their faces.

It was a brilliant performance, and they had been ordered in advance to call the curtain call at the height of the drama.

The body of the Crow Duke was still rising, and the young actors who played the vengeful boy were gathered in the center of the stage, and the seven crow girls lined up behind him, holding their skirts to greet the excited audience.

Among the actors, a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back was pushed by his companions to stand side by side with him, representing the two main protagonists of this performance.

"It's the actor who played Duke Crow," Mao Lilan applauded along with the audience, sharp-eyed to see the gorgeous and complicated costumes on the middle-aged and elderly men.

"Of course, the 'corpse' hanging above it is a silicone dummy. Huh, I've seen it for a long time." Mori Kogoro said proudly, "When he was strangled to death, he didn't struggle at all. It must be a shady scene just now. When it’s time to run up and change the props.”

A novel is a novel, and a drama is a drama. It is impossible for actors to let themselves be hanged because of their dedication.

The applause was endless, all the actors stood up in front of the stage, and the hoisted corpse stood staggeringly above everyone's heads.

The Crow Duke who hanged alone and the subordinates below and his subordinates who are happy and happy with the vengeful boy form a sharp and ironic contrast.

The drama expanded from the play to reality. The weirder the scene, the more amazing the sense of absurdity and artistry. The applause spread from the last row to the stage, and Belmode clapped his hands lightly.

Regardless of Shuji Tsushima's intentions, this performance is worthy of the word art.

People around stood up one after another, but Osamu Dazai sat firmly in the middle of the auditorium.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the corpse hanging in mid-air by a hemp rope on the dome.

In the empty dome, the corpse's eyes looked down at the applauding crowd below.People applauded his death, and the applause was full of laughter.

Great, you'll like the ending, won't you?

The wind from nowhere wandered over the heads of the crowd, the actors had uncontrollable smiles on their faces, and the stirring music finally climbed to the highest peak, and then suddenly stopped!

"Snapped!"

A hard mask fell to the ground and was torn apart. The bird's beak was crooked on the steps, like a crooked smiling face of a child.

The actor who played the crow girl exclaimed softly when the mask fell on her feet.

She raised her head subconsciously and followed the trajectory of the falling object.The first thing she saw was the sole of a shoe, but she couldn't see anything. She faced the stage and took two steps backwards, and her vision gradually became clearer.

The soles, the calves, the thighs, the lace at the bottom of the shirt, the gold-plated buttons...

Straight up, the hemp rope tightly strangling the neck, bare-exposed skin covered with age spots.

Finally, a livid, old, weak, worm-like face!

"Bang!" Belmode took a step back, his high heels hitting the ground and making a harsh sound.

She stared at the stage recklessly, her nails dug into her flesh, and the pain was excruciating.

that face!that face is...

The eyes of the actors who raised their heads on the stage were dull, and the bodies of the audience, who were applauding excitedly just now, were instantly froze in shock.

The huge theater was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

In the dead silence, Osamu Dazai, who was sitting on the seat, raised his hand, clapped his hands lightly twice, and praised: "Wonderful."