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The siren sounded all night at the port, and the nearby residents took out two balls of cotton from their pillows to plug their ears and continued to sleep.

Living in a city where gang fights are a sideshow, the people of Yokohama are used to all kinds of cop dramas.

Unless the group of gunmen broke the glass of their house, no one would pay attention to it, and they would not even bother to look at them.

Police officer Megure took a sip of the mineral water handed over by the junior police officer. Next to him was a senior police officer in charge of the Yokohama Police Department. The two looked at each other, and both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"Brother Megure, it's hard work for you to come here." Yokohama Police Chief patted Police Officer Afraid Megure's thick shoulder, "I heard that Tokyo's crime detection rate has repeatedly achieved miracles, my brother is amazing."

"Everywhere, it's all thanks to brother Maoli." Officer Mumu said modestly.

During his career, homicides occurred every day in Tokyo.Whenever Police Officer Megure leads people to the scene, the reliable brother Maori always waits at the scene of the crime with his family and his family. The family of three joins the battle to share the worries of the police. He is worthy of being an outstanding citizen of the year in Tokyo.

This time I came to the brother department to help because the Yokohama police's target this time is the dark force group active in Tokyo, which belongs to the jurisdiction of Police Officer Megure.

"I heard that police informants helped in this operation?" Police Officer Mu Mu asked, "It's amazing. The enemy's actions were all within his expectations. It's a pity that a group of people escaped in the end."

"Yes, the information from our public security personnel. It is said that the transaction last night is related to the enemy's weapon storage for the next six months. It is very likely that a high-level organization will supervise it personally. I wanted to catch a big fish."

The Yokohama Police Chief sighed regretfully, "The only good news is that our undercover agent did not reveal his identity."

"Obviously they were caught soon, how did those people escape?" He was puzzled.

Toru Amuro also couldn't figure it out, his plan was obviously impeccable, who crossed the river and demolished the bridge?

In order to carry out the arrest operation smoothly, he also specially asked for leave from the manager of Polo Cafe, and came to Yokohama to follow up in person on a part-time job.

It was obviously smooth at the beginning. The two organizations came to the pre-delineated capture point under the nose of the police. When they took out their illegal weapons, the police rushed to them and captured them.

"The nearby secret passages were guarded in advance, where did they escape from?" Toru Amuro took a sip from his glass, thinking deeply.

The most feared thing in an undercover career is unknown variables. How could a train running on a predetermined track suddenly derail?Who is in the dark?

"Amuro-kun?" Someone patted him on the shoulder, "What a coincidence, are you on vacation today?"

"Dazai-kun?" Toru Amuro turned around, unexpectedly seeing a familiar face.

Osamu Dazai is a frequent customer of Poirot Cafe, and the waitresses in the shop were invited by him to die for love.

If it weren't for the good face and sweet mouth, the store manager would definitely put up a sign at the door: Osamu Dazai and dogs are not allowed (cats are allowed).

"It's me, I came to Yokohama to collect materials." Dazai Osamu held a glass with ice hockey pucks in it, went to sit next to Amuro Toru, "I didn't expect to meet Amuro-kun in Lupin."

"Yeah." He didn't expect it either.

Toru Amuro nodded in reply, he made a gesture to pick up the drink handed by the bartender, and quickly looked at Dazai Osamu's whole body from the corner of his eye.

The black windbreaker, the bandage covering the tiger's mouth, the tiny coffee stains on the cuffs, and the light blue and black under the eyes all fit the image of a tragic writer driven mad by a copywriter.

"Dazai-kun came to Yokohama to collect materials? Don't ordinary writers prefer places like Hokkaido?" Toru Amuro asked tentatively, "Is there any material worth recording in Yokohama besides the sea breeze?"

"Yes," Osamu Dazai replied with a smile, "Last night there was a very intense gun battle, which made me unable to sleep in the middle of the night, and my inspiration burst out."

Mafia, a specialty of Yokohama, is an excellent source of inspiration for reasoning writers.

The shootout last night...wasn't that the arrest operation led by Toru Amuro secretly?

"Sounds scary, did Dazai-kun see any suspicious people last night?" Toru Amuro asked.

"Does Amuro-kun like detective games as much as Conan-kun? Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep last night, so I went downstairs to drink at Lupin." Osamu Dazai raised his glass to the bartender, indicating that he could testify for him.

"That's right... Yokohama is very dangerous, Dazai-kun should go back to Mikacho as soon as possible." Toru Amuro said against his will.

Yes, Yokohama is dangerous, isn't Mihua Town dangerous?The former is just a shootout of ordinary people, while the latter is a territory designated by the god of death himself, killing people and killing people.

Toru Amuro felt that his words were weird, but it came out of his mouth, and he had no chance to withdraw his message. He could only pretend not to know and continued: "I heard that Dazai-kun's work was adapted into a play and staged at the Tokyo Opera House. I haven't been able to congratulate you yet."

While speaking, Toru Amuro raised his sharp eyes, and the exploration in his eyes was like a sharp knife.

Osamu Dazai looked back at him, chuckled and shrugged.

Ask knowingly.

Of course Toru Amuro knew what happened at the performance of "Death of the Unknown". As a member of the special department of public security, he was the first to know the identity of the deceased.

Renye Karasuma, the owner of the Twilight Pavilion, a man who was rumored to have died 40 years ago, was found murdered at the Tokyo Opera House.

Toru Amuro has many conjectures about Renye Karasuma's identity, but he is unable to draw a conclusion for the time being due to lack of evidence.

However, to his surprise, the news of the dead at the performance of "Death of Nobody" did not cause any waves in the society.

Such a serious performance accident was like a scratch on the wind and sand, which was erased lightly and disappeared without a trace.

On weekdays, when an actor mispronounces a line, critics will report it in the newspapers, and the show business world is like being poisoned with rat poison, and the water is calm.All the charm, cow ghosts and snake gods were embarrassed by invisible hands in the deep sea, and there was no bubble.

Only the old people who hang out in Tsujima Shuji's personal forum can barely find a trace of relevant traces in various abbreviations, codes, and emoticons.

It is a miracle that the intelligence work can achieve this level. Colleagues of Toru Amuro are discussing whether it is possible to recruit Shuji Tsushima's supernatural fan [I have singled out Mrs. Tsushima since I was born] to work in the Ministry of Public Security. talent.

On the surface, Toru Amuro is set as an ordinary beater. He should not know what happened at the performance, so he can only congratulate the person concerned pretending not to know.

"Congratulations... Well, it is indeed worthy of congratulations." Osamu Dazai poked the ice ball floating in the wine glass with his hand, his fingertips were cold, "Since I moved to Mihua Town, I have been in the police station twice, it is really a unique experience."

Is this the writer's thinking that everything can be drawn from?Amuro was speechless.

"Thank you, Amuro-kun, for your reminder. After drinking this cup, I'm going back to Mikacho." Osamu Dazai raised his glass to Amuro Toru, "It's also fate to meet you today, Amuro-kun, would you like to help me with the beginning of the new book? "

"New book?" Toru Amuro was taken aback.

He is not a fan of Osamu Dazai's books, but he also admits that his words are indeed bewitching, unreasonably dragging people into the world he outlined, and falling into a maze of thinking like a storm.

"Yes, it is expected to be serialized in the form of a collection of short stories." Osamu Dazai took out his phone and swiped twice. "I only wrote half of the first story. If you don't mind, just read it."

"Sounds like I'm Dazai-kun's first reader." Amuro joked.

Osamu Dazai nodded noncommittally.

Zero Zero is not biologically human.When Osamu Dazai was rushing to draft, she lay on the document interface and watched each word pop out of the page, and would roll in the pile of words happily.

Osamu Dazai would occasionally find that the words he typed were out of order or missing for no reason. At this time, Lingling would fill it up for him with a super guilty conscience, and never mentioned the fact that he had saved the manuscript because he was so happy.

If Osamu Dazai hadn't had sharp eyes and caught the characters accidentally brought out by her on Lingling's emerald emerald padded jacket, this unsolved case would not have been solved.

[The murderer cried and said: I will not be a bad person! The word [Bad] in ] got on her padded jacket when she was rolling around. When Osamu Dazai checked the document, he suddenly saw the sentence "I am no longer a human being!" He thought he was possessed by Araki, and the villain in his pen became DIO.

No, he would never write about a hot-blooded villain in green lipstick, which would be an insult to the taste of his Yokohama crush.

Then it would be great for you to write a villain with orange hair who is less than 1.6 meters long?Be careful, Huang Tyranny smashed the world barrier with one punch and sent you back to your hometown to be beaten.

Toru Amuro took Dazai Osamu's mobile phone, picked up the black soil and rolled it on the spot at the moment of changing hands, and fell into the soft information sea like a spider's web.

The little girl put the little black dog aside, stretched herself comfortably, and looked at Toru Amuro's face projected on the screen across the mirror-like sky.

Amuro's gaze gradually moved up and down as the document slid, and lines of small black characters jumped into his pupils from the screen, forming pictures with complete sound and shadow.

The protagonist of the first story is a naughty little girl.She often argued and fought with others when she was young, and a gentle doctor bandaged her every time she was injured.When she was a child, she thought that the doctor's sister was an angel in fairy tales, and she must marry the angel's sister when she grew up.

...Kanqing, this is still an orange story, Toru Amuro controlled his expression and continued to read.

Osamu Dazai is a writer of mystery novels, he is not interested in sour love plots, so with a swipe of his pen, he went straight to the scene. More than ten years later, the angel sister got married, and the little girl went to the police academy.

When Toru Amuro saw that the doctor's sister had two daughters, the youngest daughter inherited her career and the little girl entered the special department of public security after graduating from the police academy, he finally changed his face.

Wait, is he too sensitive?This little girl turned around a bit, isn't it him?Could that gentle doctor sister be his first love, Miyano Elena?

Is it an illusion?He is obviously the only one who knows these past events.

Osamu Dazai took a sip of his wine and casually observed his readers with his head on one hand.

Why haven't I finished watching it for so long?Osamu Dazai moved his fingertips, his hands were a little itchy, and he wanted to take the phone back and poke Ling Ling's face.

This naughty guy likes Ling Ling being poked by him to keep his balance and gurgling around like a tumbler.

The cold sweat from Toru Amuro's forehead slid down his neck and wet his light-colored clothes.

While wondering whether Osamu Dazai knew something, he also felt suspicious.

Apart from the rough experience, the little girl and Toru Amuro have nothing in common. They are like a pair of allotropes.

If you say that Osamu Dazai doesn't connotate him, he doesn't believe it; but if you say that Osamu Dazai is carrying private goods, he will stop at it.

He grasped the proportions just right, and he was a top-notch master of rhythm, which made people want to beat him.

"Not bad." Looking at Toru Amuro's increasingly dignified expression through a layer of glass, Lingling nodded in satisfaction.

Tremble, fear!Ignorant mortals, this is the power of words!As expected, she is the master she has taken a fancy to at a glance, and his ability to do things has won my heart.

[The flames devoured the flying paper, and the laboratory was reduced to ashes in the fire.The fire, which was simply defined as an accident, buried the lives of a couple, and passers-by sighed and left the matter behind. 】【Zaohui's younger sister takes over her parents' business.The former doctors have long stopped saving lives, and under the white coats are countless permutations and combinations of cold numbers. 】【Only the little girl who once said that she would marry Sister Angel still remembers the woman who died in the fire. She changed her face and joined the group of the boss behind the laboratory. 】【After a long investigation, she learned a terrifying truth...】"What did she know?" Toru Amuro blurted out.

As the archetype of the little girl, why didn't he know what he knew? (Dolls are prohibited here.)

Osamu Dazai spread his hands innocently, "I don't know either, don't ask me."

"Isn't this the story you wrote? Don't joke, Dazai-kun." For the first time, Toru Amuro understood why those readers who tried to send blades to the author were so excited. He wanted to grab Dazai and shake the rest of the manuscript. Shake it out.

Here you go!Hurry up!Write to him!

"I've only written this so far." Dazai Zhizhi said confidently, "I don't know what the next plot will be until the next deadline."

Toru Amuro's eyes were filled with the words "sharkman", and Osamu Dazai felt that this reader was really baffled.

Even Ling Ling didn't remind him to update because he stayed up all night to catch up with the manuscript!He has worked so hard, why not praise him!Damn, ruthless guy.

Osamu Dazai suddenly didn't want to chat with Toru Amuro anymore, it's better than nothing.

Although she has convulsions from time to time and is mentally retarded, Lingling's rainbow fart is very good, and a small mouth can make Dazai Osamu exaggerate.He was refreshed when he heard it, and in a trance he had the illusion that he could write another [-] words.

Tsushima-sensei, who was spoiled by the artificial mental retardation, took away his mobile phone, "Amuro-kun, I know you are very concerned about the progress of the plot, but there is a basic law for reminding you. I wrote it yesterday, but of course I won't write it today."

No!You write to me!Is it intentional to get stuck here?Are you trying to kill me?

Amuro took a deep breath, he thought Osamu Dazai's name was really good.

Dazai, Dazai, he really owes it.

"Tsushima-sensei," Toru Amuro unconsciously changed his address, "How did you come up with the story of the little girl?"

It's so shameful, you write it as soon as you write it, what kind of strange evil is sex change?

"Well," Osamu Dazai said hesitantly with a embarrassed expression on his face, "Well, since you asked the question sincerely, it's not impossible for me to tell you..."

Toru Amuro sat upright and listened attentively.

"I have a friend," Osamu Dazai opened his mouth and said, "He has a special identity. It's the kind of identity that you understand and understand."

Osamu Dazai spoke vaguely, but Amuro, who has been engaged in undercover work all year round, understood in seconds: Your friend, is he a [-]-year-old boy?

"I understand." Amuro nodded.

What do you understand?I don't understand.Osamu Dazai continued without changing his face: "He knows a lot of inside stories that are not known to the public, and he will tell me secretly when he suffers from no one to talk to."

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"In order to protect me, he spoke vaguely. When I recorded it, I did some artistic processing and it became the text you saw." Osamu Dazai concluded: "I promised my friend that I would not tell him about him. Anyone. If Amuro-kun is curious about the following, just follow the serialization of Mihua Mystery Weekly."

"Weekly?" Toru Amuro asked without thinking, "Why not a daily?"

I think you, a villain with a human face and a beastly heart, want him to die.Osamu Dazai's eyelids twitched, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, "Farewell Amuro-kun, see you in Tokyo."

Before he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai trotted away.

If you don't leave, this guy might press him on the bar and force him to type, no, no, it's the best policy to walk.

Toru Amuro watched Dazai Osamu run away seemingly with ease, but actually biting his ass. Through this conversation, he has fully understood the truth of the matter.

The friend that Osamu Dazai said must be a high-level undercover agent of the Black Organization. He secretly lurked in the organization and handed over the information to his righteous friend Osamu Dazai.

"Is there an undercover agent with a higher status than me in the organization?" Toru Amuro suddenly felt ashamed of his profession.

This damned competitive spirit, even he who has no worldly desires is not exempt from it.

"High-level undercover..." Toru Amuro counted with his fingers, "Osamu Dazai used 'he' instead of 'she', so Belmode and Chianti are ruled out, vodka is too stupid to rule out, Cohen is too old to rule out, Rum never showed up to rule it out, so it was just—”

Toru Amuro couldn't believe it: "Isn't there only gin left?!"

The author has something to say: Miyano Elena is Huihara Ai's mother, who died in a laboratory fire with her husband, is a gentle doctor's sister, and Toko's first love XD Toko: You write for me! (sharpening the knife rattling)

Zai: No!You hit me!

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