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【Top Secret: Files of Black Organization Members】

Member code name: Crab Wine, real name unknown.

Male, age is unknown, according to the fact that he is the direct heir of Karasuma Renye, the former boss of the black organization, his real age may be between 30 and 50 years old.

Dissatisfied with the well-known writer Osamu Dazai (pen name Shuji Tsushima) for writing a mockery of Renye Karasuma and became enemies with him, the organization issued a wanted order for Shuji Tsushima.

It has been speculated that Crab Wine may have an uncharacteristic fondness for "crabs", perhaps a clue can be found by investigating the customer lists of crab meat processing plants.

[Police, zero, recorded on file. 】

Toru Amuro stopped typing on the keyboard, checked for typos, and sent the email to his colleagues.

After finishing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to pick up the Mihua Mystery Weekly that the client had bought for him.

Toru Amuro skilfully flipped through irrelevant pages and went straight to Mr. Tsushima's personal column.

Not only him, 90% of readers have made the same action.The sound of pages being turned over was heard in various places in Tokyo, and countless pairs of eyes focused on a page of text at the same time.

[There is a rumor in Tokyo that there is a locker in the subway locker that cannot be opened late at night. 】【In the damp and dark, narrow darkness, there is a pair of eyes that are dying. 】This beginning is familiar supernatural literature!

Toru Amuro instantly thought of the taboo "Death of the Unknown", and the beginning was also aimed at horror movies.

Teacher Tsushima has a very bad writing habit. He especially likes to scare readers.

It is obviously a science-based reasoning story, but it always starts with supernatural horror, full of viciousness.

Amuro regained his composure and continued to look down.

Although the beginning seems to be a wedge of an urban legend, as Osamu Dazai himself said, "The Viewer" is a documentary literature.

"...There seems to be such a locker at No. 13, Subway Cabinet A."

As an excellent part-time worker, Toru Amuro knows all the subway exits in Tokyo like the back of his hand, and he has a general impression after a little recollection.

"It's not too far from Mihua Town..." Toru Amuro thought, "Let's go on a pilgrimage another day."

Going to the real address mentioned by the author in the book to linger in person, this behavior is called pilgrimage, and it is quite a common activity in Japan, where the two-dimensional is particularly developed.

【... Kyoko was picked up by her hair. She had never hated her long hair so much.If she had known this day, she should have listened to her mother.Just cut it to ear length, she thought. 】【it hurts. 】

"It's really a psychologically uncomfortable description." Amuro took a sip of peppermint water, suppressing the nausea in his throat.

He has seen many brutal killing scenes and unrecognizable corpses, but he has never felt the fear and pain so clearly from the victim's first perspective.

Shuji Tsushima is too good at writing.

He clearly didn't repeat the cruelty of the murderer too much, but Toru Amuro seemed to have turned into the Kyoko in the text, being picked up by the tall man by the hair, and his scalp was torn bloody.

How many steps does it take to stuff an elephant into a refrigerator?

Three steps: Open the refrigerator, stuff the elephant in, and finally close the door.

The deformed body curled up in the narrow black box, watching the liquid in the blood vessels drain away drop by drop.

Those painful eyes could not be closed, and she died little by little listening to the sound outside the cabinet door.

Less than ten centimeters away from her, a group of young people came together and hurried past, stepping on white-collar workers with stiletto heels, and their high-heeled shoes knocked on the ground with every step.

The world is full of voices, but she is the only one who has been forgotten.

The old man leaned on crutches and walked slowly, holding on to the cabinet door.The old hand clapped on the door of the cabinet containing the apricots, making a "pop" sound.

Her eyes flicked.

【why me? 】

[Because I... saw them? 】

Conan froze his hand that was about to turn the page, he lowered his head, half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

"What's the matter, Conan?" Mao Lilan bent down and asked him with concern, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"I'm fine, sister Xiaolan." Conan raised his head and showed a bright smile.

He was fine, he was just thinking of himself.

Because he witnessed the transaction scene of the black organization, he was mercilessly knocked out by the gin and poisoned himself.

Kyoko did nothing wrong.She is kind, cute, carefree, has excellent grades, is a little rebellious, but very likable.

Conan can even see Mao Lilan's shadow in Kyoko, they are the same age.

A 16-year-old girl who did nothing wrong was brutally murdered in the middle of the night just because she wanted to take shelter in the subway on that rainy night.

Who would have thought that there would be murderers in a subway station with complete monitoring facilities and strong security forces?

It's such a coincidence that a lazy security guard and a damaged camera easily killed a person.

"It's better to say that the murderer dared to do it because he knew that he would not be discovered when he committed crimes in the locker. They are habitual offenders." Conan rubbed his fingers on the paper, his eyes were cold: "I don't know how many people died in their hands." superior."

"However, this is just a novel." Mao Lilan sat next to Conan, followed him to read Chapter 2 of "The Viewer", and comforted him: "The novels are all fake, and this kind of reality will not happen. Yes."

Yeah, it's just a novel...

novel? !

A flash of lightning flashed in Conan's mind, and he trembled all over.

In the dim lobby of the opera house, the young man leaning leisurely on the auditorium looked over with a smile, his iris-colored eyes congealed into a blood-like color in the darkness: "New book? It's a documentary literature."

Documentary literature!

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm going out!" Conan jumped off the sofa, and he said loudly without looking back while putting on his shoes, "Don't worry! I'll be back soon."

"Huh? Conan?" Mao Lilan bent down to pick up the newspaper that was blown to the floor by Conan's wind, "Really, it's almost dinner time, come back early!"

Conan rushed down the Mori Detective Agency, just about to pick up his skateboard and run away, when he bumped into a person.

"It's you?" Toru Amuro looked at Conan who was sitting on the ground rubbing his head in surprise, "I'm in a hurry, what's wrong?"

"I'll explain to you later, did you drive here?" Conan pulled Amuro Toru, "Go to the subway entrance, do you know which one it is?"

Toru Amuro is a loyal reader of Shuji Tsushima. Conan saw Toru Amuro addicted to the forum more than once in the Poirot Cafe and couldn't extricate himself.

He can totally understand it, because he likes it too.

"Do you think what is written in the novel is true?" Toru Amuro instantly understood what Conan meant, and he and Conan ran to the parking lot together.

"No way? It's too blatant." Toru Amuro murmured, "As expected of Mr. Tsushima."

Hey, don't speak in such an adoring tone, that person is a real devil.

The sports car roared away, and Conan's glasses flashed a white light:

They may not be the first batch. Readers who are close to the subway entrance may have long been unable to hold back their excitement and went on a pilgrimage.

If it is really as written by Osamu Dazai...

"Woo--" The police car passed through the traffic, and the vehicles blocking the road hurriedly avoided it.

The red and blue lights shone on Conan's glasses, and he and Toru Amuro looked at each other.

Things got bigger.

Standing in front of the opened locker, Conan looked at the corpse tied behind his back and forcibly stuffed into the door. The bloody scene made him close his eyes even though he was used to seeing corpses.

The time of death was five days ago, it was already too late.

"What is that guy doing at this time?" Conan looked at the police officer Mu Mu who rushed over, thinking in a daze.

Osamu Dazai held the hot tea that Officer Takagi handed him, and sat very skillfully in the small private room provided by the police.

From the first experience of being trapped into the police station by Lingling to the present being sent to his door and arrested, Osamu Dazai is as familiar with the Mihua Town Police Station as his own home.

"About the new chapter of "The Viewer", I rushed to finish the draft after receiving the information from my friend yesterday."

Osamu Dazai said frankly: "You can't say the name of your friend, it will kill him. I can provide my document storage time and chat records with the editor-my readers know that I will never be able to catch up if I don't reach the deadline." draft."

Officer Takagi knew.He is also an active member of Shuji Tsushima's personal forum, and he secretly joins the black fan boss [Is the king still cooing today]'s manuscript reminder team, and every day he wants to catch the pigeon essence of Mr. Tsushima to make soup.

"I believe in the teacher." Officer Takagi finished reading the Mihua Reasoning Newspaper that was just published today. "The teacher's words contain pity for innocent girls. You must have nothing to do with this matter."

Officer Takagi was right. Osamu Dazai's material was taken from zero-zero databases, the most objective records.

He picked Kyoko's story from the crimes committed by the Black Organization within a month provided by Zero Zero.When Osamu Dazai learned of Kyoko's name, she had been killed for three days.

People cannot change the past, and the living must seek justice for the unjustly dead.

"Officer Megure has no authority to take charge of your affairs. Officer Kazami will come to inquire later." Takagi stood up and opened the door.

A policeman in a light-colored suit walked in and nodded slightly to Osamu Dazai: "I'm Yuya Kazami, Mr. Tsushima, this is our first meeting."

Kazami Yuya, affiliated to the public security organization, is a subordinate of Furutani Rei.

This time, he received the news from his boss that he took the initiative to take on the job.

Toru Amuro himself is scouting the scene with Conan. "The Viewer" only writes about Kyoko's murder and ends, making it clear that he wants to be lazy and not write about the tedious process of solving the case.

In a world where Detective Conan will automatically search for and solve cases, it’s enough to write here. Osamu Dazai is too lazy to make up another detective to solve the case.

The clues he gave are almost equivalent to feeding the answer to his mouth. What is there to write about the truth that can be known after a little thought?waste time.

The murderer is a low-level member of the Black Organization, the kind of low-level who Qin Jiu can't remember their names, and 100% unlucky ghosts who will be decisively given up by the organization. It is not difficult for the police to hunt them down.

"It's really not possible. The following stories will use the sexually transformed Bourbon-kun from the first story as the detective." Osamu Dazai thought badly, refusing to admit that he was still angry with Toru Amuro.

Where did the goblin come from, and actually seduced the little mentally handicapped of his family, and Osamu Dazai saw the ghost because he didn't hold grudges.

Toru Amuro, who was persecuted the whole time: I am so innocent.

"Tsushima-sensei, I'm curious. What made you decide to publish the information from 'friend' as novel material?" Yuya Kazami asked inquiringly, adding emphasis on "friend".

Is the friend you are talking about yourself?

"Probably justice." Osamu Dazai spoke righteously, and he said without guilt in the background of Lingling squatting on his mobile phone laughing to death: "I can't watch the old case of injustice buried in time. If I write What the text can do, even if it just changes people's little minds, it is valuable."

"My friend has worked hard and terrified to send me information, just to destroy the evil shadow that hangs over Tokyo! I am not afraid to become an enemy of that organization, as long as my friend can get what he wants."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes pretending to be sad, and the "friends" he said were "complex life experiences", "loyalty", "hard work", "generous death" and the pipe in his mouth slowly spit out a string of rainbows bubbles.

Ling Ling: My master is a dramatist.

What can she do, but choose to forgive him.

Kazami Yu also admitted that he was moved.

He was almost dazzled by Osamu Dazai's superb words, and was about to return Toru Amuro just like that, when he suddenly remembered that Osamu Dazai had been avoiding the most important question: "Who is the friend you are talking about?"

"His name is a taboo." Osamu Dazai said seriously, "If you say it, you will die."

"..." That's great, he was almost frightened.

"Don't you have any guesses at all?" Osamu Dazai said disappointedly, almost writing "This year's policeman can't do it" in his eyes: "You have to learn to think for yourself, how can you let someone say the answer straightforwardly."

Are you teaching me how to do things?Kazami Yuya held back his desire to beat others, and followed Dazai Osamu's words: only those who are known to have code names in the black organization, excluding the undercover number [-] known by the police, the rest are theirs Old acquaintances and the new "crab wine".

As usual, the emotionless driving boy vodka, the emotionless snipers Chianti and Cohen, and other audience friends who can't remember their names are excluded.

Excluding Belmode, who is not in Japan recently, and crab wine, which is said to have a sworn feud with Shuji Tsushima, there are only rum and gin left.

"According to Zero, Rum is the second-in-command of the organization. After Karasuma Renya's death, he is the biggest person in power. He has no reason to betray the black organization."

Kazami Yu also thought, how could someone become a leader while working as an undercover agent?Impractical, ruled out.

"Wouldn't that be the only thing left—" Kazami Yuya gasped, "Gin!"

No, no, Gin is Mr. Tsushima's undercover agent?Even if he poured ten catties of seawater into his mind, he wouldn't dare to think like that!

That's gin!Gin, the only model worker of the Black Organization!If he has betrayed, how will the organization survive?

"This world where Gin is an undercover agent must be false." Kazami Yuya said in a trance, "It's because I worked too much overtime and stayed up late to hallucinate. I need six walnuts to replenish my brain."

Osamu Dazai was sitting opposite Kazami Yuya, obediently holding a teacup, sipping water with an innocent face.

Dazai Osamu: This is all your own imagination, I didn't say anything.

"I probably understand." Kazami Yuya forced himself to calm down, "There is one more question. Can we know the general content of Mr. Tsushima's next chapter?"

"Today's subway locker murder may have had a bad effect and we hope you will give us time to prepare."

"I don't know," Osamu Dazai said in a "difficult way". "Only when he gives me information, can I have real material. People can never predict."

"The next story doesn't necessarily have to be a real story," Dazai Osamu casually said, "My inspiration will only explode on the deadline. To be honest, I only know the next plot a few days before the readers, and everyone is the same. "

Where is the same!Can't you just work a little harder?How can you speak so confidently, do you know how hard we have been waiting, do you have no heart?

Osamu Dazai: No, we pretty boys don't need hearts.

"Okay, I understand." Kazami Yu also took out a document, "This is the witness protection plan I applied for you. If you encounter similar things in the future, Mr. Tsushima will not come to the police station. The police will take care of you." You finish."

"Huh?" Dazai Osamu was a little dissatisfied, "I like the tea from the Mihua Town Police Station very much."

"...I can bring you a can to take away later." How shameful are you to even drink and take away after entering the game?

Osamu Dazai reluctantly agreed, and went home happily holding the small tea pot he robbed.

"Look, Lingling, it's tea!" Osamu Dazai cheered, holding up the can.

"It's tea!" Ling Ling raised his arms and applauded.

The two silly roe deer happily watched the tea pot for a long time, and raised their hands happily: "The response to the master's new book is also super good! The accumulated diamonds can be used for another ten consecutive draws!"

[In short, it is to cheat the krypton card pool] It is shining and lures the ten consecutive crashes that lure human beings to sin.

"No "Lucky Come"," Osamu Dazai seriously stopped Ling Ling, "I want to listen to "The Great Compassion Mantra."

"Good king." Ling Ling followed suit.

Under the BGM of my Buddha's mercy, Kachi seemed to be purified, Osamu Dazai washed his hands, and struck ten times in a row.

Under the five pairs of eyes of Osamu Dazai, Lingling and Heitu, Dangdang's vegetable market symphony resounds throughout the study room!

It's the voice of ssr!

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, full of hope of leaving Africa and joining Europe:

[ssr Ansai Waist Drum]!

The fiery and festive music played on the Loess Plateau, and the energetic waist drum players were ready to go.

Lingling wears a flamingo turban on his head, stretches his arms, raises his chest and draws in his abdomen, posing in a textbook-like professional taiko master pose.

[SSR·Ansai Waist Drum], comes with the attribute [Master of Shadow Stream].

[Master of Shadow Flow]: another name for the shadow body, which can produce up to two copies of the body and be controlled by the main body.

Waist drum is not a game for one person, let's raise our glasses and invite Mingyue to face each other to form a three-person group debut!

The author has something to say: Zai: My heart is dead.

Zero Zero: Don't be discouraged!Next time we don't use "The Great Compassion Mantra", how about changing to "Fight the Landlord"?