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When the police call was received, Officer Megure was chatting with his colleagues.

"...Why is there only one show in that play? There is absolutely no way to get tickets." Officer Takagi sighed.

During the pre-sale, he was pinching the stopwatch and guarding in front of the computer to grab tickets. However, the speed of the Internet was really unbearable, and even dancing the mouse like a spinning top couldn't help the motionless screen.

Officer Takagi: Woohoo, my dream is broken, 2G network is not worthy.

"Hey, it's Brother Maori, what's the matter... What are you talking about! I'll be there right away." The police officer who answered the phone with a smile stood up from his seat, and he hung up the phone with a distressing expression He skillfully waved to Police Officer Takagi: "There is a murder case at the Tokyo Opera House, and Brother Maoli happened to be there, so let's go there quickly."

"Again?" Officer Takagi sighed habitually, "How many times have you seen Mr. Mori at the murder scene?"

Who knows, it would be abnormal if I didn't see this old acquaintance with a baby at the scene of the murder one day.

"Tokyo Opera House?" Officer Takagi realized after running to the side of the police car. Isn't the play being performed at the Opera House at this time the same as Mr. Tsushima's "Death of the Nameless Man"? !

He likes this novel and has read it many times. Every time he sees the last scene where Duke Crow is hanged on the throne and takes off his mask, he shudders unceasingly.

Someone made trouble at Kuangcha Lemon's performance where he couldn't get a ticket and could only squat in the forum!How could this be so?

Is the god-level ticket grabbing speed that can single-handedly kill a bloody path among thousands of people for you to do this kind of thing?This man has sullied the teacher's sacred art!

Wait, Masaka, is this, is this a performance art?

"Officer Megure, the way the victim died...was he hanged with a rope?" Officer Takagi asked with a mysterious state of mind, as if witnessing a novel become reality.

Officer Takagi: Could it be Mr. Tsushima's extreme black fans making trouble?To get the teacher's attention to commit such evil deeds, they have gone too far!

"That's right, the dead body of the victim was hung in the center of the stage as a stand-in prop for the protagonist of the drama. If the mask on the corpse's face hadn't happened to fall off when the actor took the curtain call, we would not have known that someone had been killed."

A theater full of people, a curtain call under the eyes of everyone, a corpse hanging precariously under the dome... The strange atmosphere and absurd drama are combined together, and the word "art" is finally fixed in people's hearts.

What an absurd audacity, the people who planned this drama are defiant.

Police Officer Megure has never seen Shuji Tsushima's work, and he doesn't know why Officer Takagi's face is becoming more and more subtle: "Because all the audience enters the theater at the same time, and the security of the theater is very strict, the possibility of the audience committing crimes can be generally ruled out. .”

He breathed a sigh of relief while speaking, and made a humble voice of beating workers: "Otherwise we would search thousands of people, and just taking statements would be enough to kill people."

"In other words, should the murderer be one of the theater staff and actors?" Officer Takagi asked.

It's terrible, Mr. Tsushima's black fans actually broke into his own people, will he take the opportunity to molest the teacher?Officer Takagi was worried.

"No, there is one more person." The police car stopped at the entrance of the Tokyo Opera House, and Officer Megure showed his ID and strode into the venue, "He is the number one suspect."

"The first suspect?" Police Officer Takagi trotted behind Police Officer Megure and entered the door, asking puzzledly, "Who is it?"

While talking, the two walked through the long corridor and stepped into the main hall of the opera house.

Hearing voices before entering the venue, Officer Takagi quickened his pace.At a glance, he saw a dozen or so people gathered at the edge of the stage, either trembling with folded arms, or quarreling in groups. Everyone's face was full of panic, and they shirked responsibility from each other.

Only one handsome young man was sitting leisurely in the auditorium, playing with his mobile phone leisurely.

Seeing the police coming, he raised his head and smiled, his iris-colored pupils were hidden in the darkness, gentle and indifferent.

"Shuji Tsushima." Officer Megure put on his white gloves and answered Officer Takagi's question seriously, "He is the number one suspect in this case."

Police Officer Mumu's voice exploded in Officer Takagi's ears like a thunderbolt, which made his hands and feet numb, and his brain went blank for a moment.

who?Shuji Tsushima?How is it possible, that's Mr. Tsushima!How could the teacher do such a thing?

Officer Takagi froze in place. He watched Officer Mugure lead people to examine the corpse, hesitated for a moment, took out his police officer ID and walked towards the young man sitting in the middle of the auditorium.

The staff sighed and followed Police Officer Mu Mu to inquire about the situation. The actors gathered together and pointed at the corpse, and the middle-aged man who played Duke Crow touched his throat like he was alive after a disaster, as if he was imagining the hemp The despair of the rope strung around the neck.

Everyone is noisy, only Dazai is quiet around him.

"Hi, I'm Takagi Tsubasa from the Investigation Section [-] of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Now I have a few questions for you."

Officer Takagi said in a business-like manner that he took a peek at Osamu Dazai, as if he did not quite believe that the other party was the legendary Tsushima-sensei from his debut.

Looks so young.With a bandage on your face?Are you injured?

He still couldn't believe that Mr. Tsushima, who looked so weak, was the murderer. There must be some misunderstanding.

The teacher is blind in one eye!How can you bully disabled people casually?

Police officer Takagi couldn't help imagining the tragic story of Mr. Tsushima scolding the real culprit with righteous words to stage a performance art by motivating black fans, but was cut open by the angry black fans and had to be wrapped in bandages.

Officer Takagi: Huh, the teacher is just a child, how can you treat him like this?You have no heart, murderer!

Osamu Dazai looked away from the phone, and the moment Officer Takagi stood in front of him, Ling Ling disappeared from the phone automatically, and the Bluetooth headset in his ear also muted the sound with one click.

He knew Lingling was still there, she was everywhere.As long as he hooks his fingers, Lingling will pop out of the screen with his head poking his head, happily playing with Osamu Dazai.

Although he looked lonely, he was not alone. The troublesome ghost who was forced to be bound together whispered in his ears every day, and he was a little unaccustomed to the rare quietness.

"I'm Dazai, Osamu Dazai." Osamu Dazai held the phone in his palm, tapped the screen with his fingertips, and winked at Officer Takagi: "Officer, just call me Dazai. Embarrassed."

"Okay, okay." Although the other party is a suspect, Officer Takagi really likes the novel "Death of the Unknown", and he has no reason not to agree to the innocuous request of the teacher he admires.

To be honest, Police Officer Takagi also secretly registered an account on Shuji Tsushima's personal forum, dived and signed in every day, and lingered in black fans' fighting posts.

Osamu Dazai knew about it.

Osamu Dazai has developed the habit of logging in to the forum to take a look from time to time since Lingling posted his women's clothing P pictures on the forum with the Jingfen trumpet.

Officer Takagi has a special status. All the special personnel who dive in the forum have been paid special attention to by Zero Zero, and there is a special table record for daily browsing.

For example, police officer Takagi likes black powder leaking posts the most. He even saved a photo of Dazai Osamu's high-paste cheongsam, and he doesn't know what is so good about such a fuzzy mosaic.

Another example is Conan Edogawa, as the son of the famous mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo, he is included in every post that competes for who is the best mystery writer in Japan.

There is one thing to say, it is normal for a son to vote for a father. No one will criticize you for doing this in Yusaku Kudo's fan forum, and everyone can only praise you.But why are you making trouble in Shuji Tsushima's personal forum?Are you KY?

Ling Ling was puzzled by this.But as a Dazai Zhidu Wei, she is also a transcendent little Internet genius with countless sub-accounts, as stubborn as she refuses to swallow this breath, vowing to let this child who has never been beaten by society know the dangers of the human heart.

Conan, who is bound to be ridiculed by crowds of people as soon as he mics on the forum:? ? ?

Great, little forum, you've got Ben Detective's attention.

Every time I come here, I receive such a "warm" welcome. Everyone here is talented, and the conversation is interesting. He likes it so much.

Seeing that Officer Takagi lowered his voice, Osamu Dazai simply explained: "Except for that kid named Edogawa Conan, only my editor knows my identity."

"I came to the show today in the name of a sponsor, and I didn't expect this to happen." Osamu Dazai smiled calmly, "I came to the auditorium 10 minutes after the show started, and I happened to be sitting next to Conan."

"Did you just come to the theater today, have you never been to the theater before?" Officer Takagi asked with a small notebook in his hand, "But it is rumored on the Internet that you personally guide the actors to perform and live in the theater all the time."

"It's just public opinion." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "You can ask the actors to verify that they haven't seen me. There should be cameras in the theater to prove what I said."

Chasing wind and shadow, mixed with truth and falsehood.

Osamu Dazai is best at making articles on newspapers, coupled with Zero Zero, who is omnipotent in the online world, their fake news can attract Karasuma Renye to the banquet, and naturally they can also fool the police who know little about the inside of the theater.

The staff on the side handed over the computer to import the surveillance video.

Osamu Dazai entered the arena later than the audience, and there were only a few people at the ticket gates.He checked the tickets, greeted the staff, and walked into the theater. He appeared under the camera every second, and his walking path was thousands of miles away from the location where the props were stored in the backstage.

Conan followed to watch the surveillance video. Osamu Dazai sat on the seat bored and asked curiously, "Is Conan-kun playing detective games? You look so professional, really amazing."

If you can't speak, don't speak. Are you mocking me so obviously that I can't hear it?Conan cursed fiercely in his heart.

He turned his head and looked at Osamu Dazai. The young man who was nestled in the seat smiled and waved, mouthing for him: Come on, great detective.

gas!Why is this guy so fearless?Conan stared at the surveillance video lost in thought.

The biggest difference between Osamu Dazai and others is that he didn't despise Conan because of his child's appearance, nor did he feel any panic because of the arrival of the police.

From the beginning to the end, Osamu Dazai sat there lazily, calmly, determined and convinced.

But... is this person a mobile phone addict?From the moment I saw him until now, I have been holding his handheld in my hand.

Conan looked at the fingertips of Osamu Dazai's Mosuo handheld, and his pale fingertips slid across the screen, playing with it absent-mindedly.

"Yah, I almost let her sneak in." Ling Ling, who had been silent for a long time, went online again, and her voice rang close to Osamu Dazai's ear, causing the skin behind his ear to tremble slightly.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and touched his earlobe, and Lingling continued without knowing it: "Bermode, right? It's a great disguise."

The audience went home early, and Ling Ling was hosting the forum to appease the fans who were ah ah ah ah, but her automatic detection system was always online, and the red dots marked by Belmode circled and circled outside the theater , How could Lingling let her in.

"Did she see me?" Osamu Dazai tapped the screen a few times at will, followed the direction of his finger to read out the special code between them, and replied: "Of course not, the seat I arranged for her The viewing angle of the stage is excellent, and the auditorium is full of blind spots."

The entire drama, from the actors' positions to the audience's perspective, has been carefully calculated, and everything that should be seen is not missed, and what should not be seen is not revealed.

Three days ago, the moment Renye Karasuma stepped into the theater, the long-prepared play officially opened.

Belmode and Edogawa Conan, who were invited as special guests, represent the eyes of Black Fang and White Fang respectively: the former, as the closest person to Renye Karasuma in the Black Organization, witnessed his death with his own eyes, and the latter will use Osamu Dazai's "innocence" was confirmed by his own reasoning.

Belmode is the death bird who hastily left in the dark. She will bring the news of the leader's death to her loyal colleagues, announcing the end of an era.

"Where's the surveillance video?" Osamu Dazai asked.Of course, what he told Officer Takagi was not the truth. It was true that the actors had never seen him, but it was false that he had never been to the theater.

"It has been replaced a long time ago." Lingling wandered around the monitoring equipment of the whole theater, floating happily, "Bermod has been hovering outside the theater, does she want to see Renye Karasuma for the last time?"

What a tender way to say it, she probably just doesn't want to believe her eyes and refuses to accept this cruel truth.

The leader who has been in charge of the organization for more than half a century has fallen in one move. What kind of cruel hell will be waiting for this large and popular transnational criminal organization?

Belmode didn't dare to think about it, nor did he want to think about it.

The black hand hidden behind the layers of fog held them in the palm of their hands, but they couldn't even grab the corner of each other's clothes, how powerless they were.

Osamu Dazai tapped the screen slowly to chat with Ling Ling, he watched the actors and staff being taken away one by one to talk separately, and finally he was the only suspect left.

"Osamu Dazai, pen name Shuji Tsushima, a week ago you suggested to Rice Flower Publishing House to adapt your debut work "Death of the Nameless" into a drama, and sponsored the performance at your own expense."

Police officer Mu Mu asked in a business-like manner, "Earlier, you were arrested and acquitted on suspicion of buying-murder-murder-people to seize family property."

"It sounds like I'm a heinous villain." Osamu Dazai was amused, and he innocently raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Officer, the source of all my property can be verified. As for today's case, I'm sorry, I don't Know the dead."

Karasuma Renye, a dead person who has been dead for more than forty years according to official records.

It is normal for him to die, but there are problems in his life.

Compared with the proof question of "people die when they are killed", the most strange point of this murder case is not how Renye Karasuma died, but why he died now.

The unknown person who lives in time is put on the stage and dies in full view of the public. Life is like a drama, so many metaphors are clearly placed between the lines, how can people not delve into it?

The deeper the investigation, the more terrifying the truth beneath the mud.

Police Officer Mu Mu had been a policeman for so many years, and the wind and rain that was about to come was like a black cloud over the city, weighing heavily on his heart.

What role did the young man in front of him play in this case?The evidence they have is too thin to fill a thin piece of paper, and even questioning is weak.

Can he ask bluntly: Is the Duke of Crow in your writing connoting Renya Karasuma?what do you knowAre you playing tricks on these things?

Police officer Mu Mu not only couldn't ask, but he had to keep the identity of the deceased a secret before the police sent someone over to avoid alarming the enemy.

If he doesn't ask, it doesn't mean that Osamu Dazai will let the honest man go.

It's rare for a big event to happen, and his purpose is only half completed, how can he lightly expose it.

Not for anything else, there is also a little detective who is thirsty for knowledge. A qualified adult is obliged to satisfy the curiosity of a child.

Seeing that Officer Megure was silent, Osamu Dazai tilted his head and asked maliciously, "I'm curious too, Officer, who is he?"

The author has something to say: Zai: A person cannot be killed a second time, so this is not considered a murder case, and I am innocent! (very loud)

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