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The small dressing room provided for the actors was temporarily requisitioned by the police as an interrogation room. Teruki Maeda signed his name on the transcript, and was reminded by the police brother "please keep the communication unblocked recently".

"Thank you for your cooperation. You can go home now." The little brother kindly reminded, "Don't worry, this is just a routine inquiry, and your alibi is sufficient."

No, besides working overtime in the company and cooking in the cafeteria, Teruki Maeda's walking track is reassuring, he is an honest child.

This is also a major reason why Ling Ling chose him as the editor in charge of Osamu Dazai. She studied with Osamu Dazai, and she was always caught in trouble by honest people.

"Excuse me, has Mr. Tsushima's suspicion been cleared?" Teruki Maeda didn't rush to get up and leave, he said eagerly: "The teacher is just a book writer, there must be some misunderstanding!"

Mr. Tsushima is so weak, and is seriously injured and mummified in bandages. He is absolutely impossible to be the murderer!Teruki Maeda is willing to swear with his full hair that the teacher must be innocent!

"Sorry, this is a police secret, so it's inconvenient to disclose it." The policeman said seriously, with an upright face, but in fact, what he was thinking in his heart was: even the sleeping detective Kogoro hadn't solved the case, how could he know who it was? is the murderer?If you say something wrong, don't you slap yourself in the face?Don't embarrass him, why bother beating workers, working overtime is not his intention.

"Can I have a few words with Mr. Tsushima?" Teruki Maeda looked towards the stage surrounded by the police, and vaguely saw a small black hair protruding from the auditorium, like the fur on the top of a cat's head, which made people want to touch Itching to call out.

The teacher is still young, where has he seen such a brutal scene, what if it leaves a psychological shadow?As a reliable adult, he must comfort the teacher and help him get rid of the dark clouds in his heart.

"Okay, Officer Takagi is over there." The police brother pointed out the direction for him.

After getting permission, Maeda Teruki bypassed the hurrying policemen. He was about to walk towards the auditorium when he was suddenly stopped by a small blue figure rushing out.

He immediately slammed on the brakes to avoid this head-butting tragedy in time.

"Big brother, are you Dazai brother's editor?" Conan, who came here specially to touch porcelain, raised his head and asked, using the secret technique - Tongyantongyu.

Tong Tong Tong Yu: After using this skill, no matter how private or mentally handicapped the question is, the user will be forgiven because of the all-purpose phrase "he's just a child".Bear child life-saving skills, no cooling time, instant magical skills.

"Yes, I am Maeda, the editor-in-chief of Mr. Tsushima." Teruki Maeda stopped, "Little brother, what do you want?"

"I'm playing a detective game with Brother Dazai," Conan lied without changing his expression, "Seeing that it's time for witnesses, ask questions! When was the last time Big Brother saw Brother Dazai?"

"... a detective game?" As a fan of mystery novels, Teruki Maeda miraculously understood Conan's meaning, he bent down and told Conan mysteriously: "Don't tell Mr. Tsushima that I said it--yesterday afternoon , When I passed the Poirot Cafe, I saw Mr. Tsushima chatting up the waitress lady. I don’t know what he said, but the girl was still blushing, and left angrily the next second.”

"I don't understand, there are people who don't like Tsushima-sensei." Teruki Maeda said puzzledly, "If I am as good-looking as him, I won't worry about being single for more than 20 years."

Heh, he probably knows what Osamu Dazai said, Conan thought indifferently.

After all, he is a frivolous man who invites Xiaolan to die in love as soon as he enters the door. I really want him to see Mao Lilan's black belt karate demonstration on the spot, and I guarantee that his blood will be splashed on the spot.

"Big Brother, why did "Death of the Nameless" be adapted into a drama and put on stage so quickly?" Conan asked puzzled, "Is Mihua Magazine so efficient?"

"It's not like this. It takes a long time for discussion and market research to be adapted and performed in general works, and it won't be so fast." Teruki Maeda didn't perfunctory Conan because he was a child. He explained seriously: "This drama In fact, it was sponsored by Mr. Tsushima at his own expense, and everything from the selection of actors to the renting of the venue was handled by the teacher, which is why it was staged at the Tokyo Opera House so soon."

Teruki Maeda sighed: "I always thought that the teacher was a poor boy who had to go home and eat himself before he finished the manuscript. Only later did I realize that I was too wrong. He clearly has a mine in his family."

right?Conan lowered his head and pushed his glasses to hide the surprise in his eyes.

When he met Osamu Dazai for the first time, he lived in a haunted house without even a computer.

On the day that Osamu Dazai went to dinner, his only cousin was shot dead.As the only remaining heir to the inheritance, Osamu Dazai was treated as the first suspect and invited to the police station for tea-this case was still Conan's grievance cleared for him.

"So it seems...his money came from the inheritance of his cousin Taro Tanaka?" Conan thought more and more wrong.

The murder of Tanaka Taro was proved by his and Hui Yuanai's reasoning to be the work of the black organization in all likelihood, and the person who died on the stage today was inextricably linked to that gentleman. In the end, it turned out that it was not me.

Osamu Dazai used the money from the black organization to kill the boss of the black organization?

Wow, that's - nice job.

Cough, no.A righteous detective will never tolerate any murderer. Conan was so curious about the way that gentleman died that he scratched his heart and lungs, wishing he could pinch Osamu Dazai's neck and shake his flooded brain desperately: "Say it! What the hell are you doing?" How did the murderer keep the body in the props room! Tell me!"

Osamu Dazai: Are you so sure that I did it?What about the evidence, show it to embarrass me?You don't want to slander people and falsely accuse the good people.

After dealing with the elementary school students who were full of thirst for knowledge, Maeda Teruki explained his request to the police officer Takagi who was guarding nearby, and finally climbed over the cordon and came to the auditorium.

"Tsushima-sensei, it's good that you're fine." Teruki Maeda sat beside Osamu Dazai in a state of exhaustion. He said angrily, "It's terrible. How could someone do such a thing? The murderer must be jealous of the teacher's talent and want to destroy it. Your reputation, hateful! Don't let me catch him!"

"Cough," Dazai Osamu didn't really want to hear people scold him, he coughed and changed the subject without changing his face, "Don't worry, I'll explain to the magazine, you won't be implicated."

Hearing this, Teruki Maeda, who was thinking of comforting Osamu Dazai, was instantly moved to tears.

My God, this is their kind-hearted Mr. Tsushima!

What a kind-hearted and beautiful boy, he was clearly the victim but patiently comforted him who was at a loss.So gentle, so appropriate, like a weak but strong Xieyu flower, blooming alone in the suffering world.

It can be said that he is a man like a proud snow plum!What is wrong is not Tsushima-sensei, but the world!

Osamu Dazai, "Weak and Interpretive Flower": I slowly put out a question mark, what is this person thinking?

Osamu Dazai felt that Maeda Teruki looked at him very wrongly, his eyes were full of maternal love.It was as if Ling Ling was possessed by this big man in his 20s, looking at his good boy Osamu Dazai.

But he can barely accept the cute and lovely girl's view, let's forget about the boy, don't want a male mother, don't want a male mother.

Osamu Dazai: No, why am I a good boy?This script is wrong.

"I understand, I will never disappoint the teacher's efforts." Teruki Maeda wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, he sniffed, "I almost forgot, how is the teacher's new writing?"

Damn, Osamu Dazai's expression froze.

What is going on today, why do one or two groups come to press for the manuscript?Did you agree to oppress him both physically and mentally in the real world and the virtual world?

"I'm writing, I'm writing," Osamu Dazai quietly hid the new book, which is currently at 2.22%, and said instead, "I want to challenge the collection of stories for the new book, so it is serialized format published."

"Really!" Maeda Teruki was ecstatic, it's amazing, Mr. Wannian Gezi Jingzushima will publish a serial one day!

He thought that Mr. Tsushima would use "going out to collect materials" and "want to play mahjong" as excuses to delay writing until one second before the deadline. He was wrong to blame the teacher.

The teacher is so motivated. It seems that the sky is going to rain red, and the sun will rise from the west tomorrow!

"I didn't procrastinate too much, did I?" Osamu Dazai couldn't help doubting himself. The number of times he has been obsessed with usurping the throne and opening documents is indeed very few, but isn't he writing a word?To be a man, we must know how to be content.

"What kind of story do you plan to write in the teacher's new book?" Teruki Maeda asked, "Is it a work in the same series as "Death of the Nameless"?"

It is an industry practice to write mystery novels into series. The most famous one is Mr. Yusaku Kudo's Dark Night Baron series, which is not just talking about it being popular all over the world.

"No, this time it's documentary literature." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and said inexplicably, "Because there are good materials, I feel that I can write a very good story."

"Good material?" Maeda Teruki recalled these words.

For some reason, a chill surged up his back for no reason, like a poisonous snake gliding across his back, and the cool core of his tongue touched the back of his neck, causing a chill all over his body.

"I'm looking forward to the teacher's work." Teruki Maeda, who didn't understand how important his intuition had given him, ignored his abnormality and said seriously.

"I have to follow Officer Megure to the police station. Editor Maeda should go back to work first." Dazai Osamu yawned, and he looked sleepily at Conan who was circling around the corpse, "Why haven't you finished the investigation, big detective?" Is it not possible?"

He heard it, and Conan turned back speechlessly.

I have seen arrogant suspects, but I have never seen such arrogant ones. They are afraid that the police will find some clues that are harmful to them. Dazai Osamu is good, and he dislikes the slow speed of the detective to solve the case and delays his time to enter the police.

A wonderful thing in the world.

"Should I give him some hints?" Osamu Dazai rested his chin in thought, and looked down at Ling Ling who was flying around the screen on the screen.

Tetris, the only remaining game in Dazai Osamu's mobile phone, is automatic without wind, and Lingling jumps gracefully on the cubes like an unborn martial arts master.

She was wearing a dark green one-piece tracksuit, and the white crane with its wings spread and the golden rooster independently stood on the square, dancing with nunchucks and playing vigorously.

The little black dog jumped up and down behind Ling Ling, striding forward with his short legs, but unfortunately his feet slipped, and he was pressed to the ground by the square and screamed.

"Heitu, stand up!" Lingling squatted on a horse and slowly performed a set of Tai Chi, encouraging her little follower.

Her boxing style and footwork are all derived from the true biography of the old man doing morning exercises in the park, full of the profound realm of riding a crane fairy in the next second, which can be described as the unique style of a great chivalrous man.

The tracksuit worn by Ling Ling is the result of ten consecutive draws of diamonds that Osamu Dazai won after the release of "Death of Nobody" which was widely acclaimed: [SR·Run, youth! 】This is a costume designed with green as the main element, which symbolizes the vitality of struggle. The design is simple and unpretentious.

Legend has it that people who wear this one-piece sportswear will unconsciously run against the setting sun, weeping on the equator while running, and miss their lost youth.

What a bloody suit!The card even thoughtfully recommends matching makeup and hairstyles.The watermelon head and thick eyebrows are the best, and it would be even better if there is a mouthful of neat white teeth. Learning Bamen Dunjia with one click is not a dream.

Additional attributes [going is the best policy]: Can't beat it?It doesn't matter.Pippi, let's go!

Although it is a very passionate card, it is unexpectedly suitable for running.

Osamu Dazai once experienced the thrill of a fast-legged Bolt after drawing a card, and was forced to run around Tokyo three times with afterimages. He was also photographed by passing reporters and became a new urban ghost story: legend, the encounter with the devil when the sun is about to set Every now and then, there will be a terrifying black shadow running wildly in the streets and alleys of Tokyo, and those who pass by him will even be driven by his terrible centrifugal force to spin their tops on the spot, and become dizzy and drunk on the street.

He is the son of the legendary Kuafu, Kuazi!

What a frightening name, the reporter who was reporting took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket on the spot and licked them while reminding citizens and friends: If you see such a spectacle on the street, don’t panic, take out your mobile phone and take a picture video……

"Drip!" Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the bed unable to move a finger, turned off the TV. He turned over in a daze and lay on his back on the bed. Hey, why can't I control my curiosity!Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai, how many times, how many times?Why don't you understand Ling Ling's cheating?

You have to have a B number for your non-chieftain nature!Can the SR with ten consecutive guarantees be some great magic card?Drawing cards was fun for a while, and afterward, the crematorium left behind urban legends, and the result was that all of his strength was completely drained.

No more, really no drop, my legs are weak.

"Master is very lack of exercise." Lingling hung a towel to wipe sweat around her neck. She trotted in place and suggested, "The body is the capital of a writer. Do you want to take Lingling to go out for morning exercises every day? You can also take a walk along the way." dog!"

"You screwed me up." Osamu Dazai buried his head in the pillow, unwilling to face this cruel world.

Since he had Zero Zero, his number of suicides has plummeted.It's not that I don't want to, but I'm so tired that I don't want to try.

Osamu Dazai wanted to cast aside his former self. He didn't know the blessings in the blessings, and he had to lose them to understand the value of ordinary daily life.

In the past, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and the rope hanging from the tree with crooked necks was strong. Everything was so beautiful, which makes people feel very nostalgic.

See you, open your eyes is chicken soup for the soul, close your eyes is a nursery rhyme to lull you to sleep, less than 500 meters away from the river, the precise voice of Ling Ling's manual began to read out the parasites and vomit ingredients hidden in the water one by one, and Osamu Dazai turned his head He walked away with disgust on his face.

Zero zero, Dazai Osamu's biggest life Waterloo in the past 16 years, successfully aroused the childish competitiveness of young people.

He doesn't believe that his mental retardation in the world can't catch this little mental retardation, and he can't even handle an AI. Where will he put the face of Mafia's strongest brain!

This tone can't be tolerated, one day he will cry to Lingling and say to him: "Master, I was wrong."

The innocent artificial mental retardation has no idea of ​​the sinister inner world of human beings.Lingling finished a set of Taijiquan, and found that his little follower hadn't broken free from the oppression of the cube, so he couldn't help casting an angry look over him.

"Wow, woof, woof!" The majestic three-headed hell dog, the fearsome gatekeeper of the underworld, was pressed under Tetris and kicked his legs hard. He was so tired that his three tongues panted together, which was very useless!I can't see the mighty and domineering look of a few days ago at all.

"That's right, the difference between the Q version and the real thing is a bit too big." Osamu Dazai moved his fingers, and manually moved a few large squares over to press the little black dog tightly, leaving only a stubborn tail facing the wind Fluttering.

Conan's failure to find the truth of Karasuma Renye's death is not because of his lack of detection skills, but because he has received Ke Xue's education since childhood.

Ke Xue talked about evidence, but he didn't talk about reason.

Let's go back to the day Karasuma Renya stepped into the Tokyo Opera House alone: ​​the man over a hundred years old walked slowly in the dark corridor with a cane, except for the sound of footsteps, there was a dead silence in the darkness.

Only the camera placed at the corner rotates in the direction of Karasuma Renye's walking, and the scarlet dots follow everywhere, like eyeballs peeping from the dark.

There was a faint sound of water, ticking, ticking, clear but could not catch the trace.

Ling Ling squatted on Osamu Dazai's mobile phone and frantically searched for the classic BGM of horror movies, picking and choosing the omnipotent sound of dripping water, falling marbles and children's laughter, and took turns to play.

Thanks to the well-equipped stereo echo sound system in the theater, it sounded good in zero-zero trial, and it was a bit windy and cold, and the strong man was gone and never returned. It was just right for a funeral.

When people are old, they are not afraid.Osamu Dazai sat in the monitoring room and happily discussed some wicked ideas with Lingling, while the two villainous faces whispered in the dark.

The BGM of the horror film is just the foundation of the foundation. Zero-zero invasion of the theater's stereoscopic imaging equipment, according to Dazai Osamu's instructions, projected Karasuma Renye's black history on the public screen all the way.

The people he had killed, the crimes he had committed, and the things he had done against his will followed the pace of the man's walking one after another, like a revolving lantern before death, forcing him to recall half of his life and sinking into the swamp of pain step by step.

Renye Karasuma let out a heavy breathing sound. He closed his eyes and tried to avoid the unsightly past, but the thin rustling voices in his ears refused to let him go, and the unique puffing sound of beasts was getting closer.

A claw wrapped in flames illuminated the boundless darkness, six huge dark green "lanterns" floated in front of Renye Karasuma, and three drooling fangs opened at the same time.

Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guards the gate of the underworld, its hair is like entangled poisonous snakes, and the flames in the tongue are as strong as a hill.

Heterogeneous, both a demon and a god.

Creatures in myths and legends come out of the books to the world. Its simple and heavy feeling and the ancient atmosphere washed by the years are more shocking than any sharp words.

God sent a demon to take his stolen life.

"Is this... my destiny?"

The crutch in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the laughing children's cries made the man's brain buzz, like a heavy hammer hitting his skull, gouging out his brains.

Feeling dizzy, heart screaming and refusing to work.Karasuma Renye saw double images in front of his eyes, some were laughing, some were crying, some were calling his name, gray and black shadows tugged at his wrist.

The old man stepped back two steps, he kept shaking his head, and his steps became weaker and weaker.

Renye Karasuma knelt down, hugged his head and shouted: "Stop arguing! Stop arguing..." His old face was covered with snot and tears, and he was in a state of embarrassment, "I won't go, I won't go with you !"

"Bang bang!" He took out a gun from his arms indiscriminately, and fired indiscriminately.The bullet hit Cerberus's fur, making a metallic clang, and was instantly melted into water by the flames.

The bloody mouth full of fishy smell pressed down from the top of the head, Renye Karasuma sat on the ground sluggishly, the pupils widened, the canthus were about to split, and the eyeballs seemed to burst out of their sockets!

For a moment, it seemed to be magnified infinitely, and the grotesque shadows were pulled into viscous liquid on the wall, and frozen into a distorted abstract painting.

The violent panting came to an end, and the pistol hit the ground with a crisp echo. The man holding the gun froze in place, his pupils turning white like the eyes of a dead fish.

He was scared to death.

Kuroto groaned, and poked his sharp claws over Renye Karasuma's head.

It carefully drew out a flat box from the corner, without looking at the people on the ground during the whole process, and even moved its butt back in disgust.

It was a carton like a pizza package, with a clear printed line on it: Produced by the system, safe dog food, give your pet the healthiest care.

The three heads of the three-headed dog barked at the same time, happily biting open the packing box.

Inside the box was a plate of small biscuits made in the shape of bones. Heitu lowered his head, three heads, one on the left, one on the right and one in the middle, gnawed and gnawed until he didn't lift his head.

What year is it, who feeds the dog hook raw food?How about scientific feeding? Eating dog food will not shed hair.

Black soil is not a bald dog, whoever loves to be bald will be bald.

The author has something to say: Ling Ling, a mediocre soundtrack genius, loves manually inserting BGM to create the atmosphere, it is a good helper for your home and travel to enhance the atmosphere.

Zai: Don't play "Lucky Come" next time you draw a card, change to "The Great Compassion Curse", maybe you can beat it once (I'm dead)

Ling Ling: ok (speaking with pity in his eyes)

[SR·Run, youth! 】Clothing details refer to Naruto's Rock Lee XDps. There will be more updates at [-] o'clock~

Push the pre-receipts of friends! "Getting Rich in the Victorian Era" Author: Yue Jiu Si Vanessa has traveled to the Victorian Era that she always misses.

Then I found out——this was completely different from what she thought, wow!

Washing, toileting, dressing, studying, working...

More importantly, don't get sick!Can't be sick!Can't be sick!

- If you don't want laudanum as a panacea (;)

At first, Vanessa's life goals were as follows:

1. Completion of basic education

2. Write novels to earn private money, and be a rich and free old girl.

3. Find celebrities, etc., etc. to sign, frame it, pass it on to future generations as a family heirloom, or exchange it for a sum of money in old age.

Later—who knows how he became a fighter against fake medicine and quack doctors, and promoted the revolution in the medical field!

Vanessa: (dish)

#别人的Victoria: Sewing, Lady, Nobility, Marriage#

#Vanessa的Victoria: Making Money, Celebrity Check-in, Writing, Fighting Counterfeit Drugs (Not)#

Summary Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters and Sherlock Holmes

Babies who like it can collect it~