Your AI is online

On the white round table surrounded by balloons is a super luxurious banana boat. The black-haired boy is holding a pink and white bunny, his face is close to his face, his eyes are bright and wink.

next one:

Behind the transparent glass, clownfish swam by in groups, the big turtle opened its mouth, and Osamu Dazai held the little rabbit on top of his head, making gestures of rabbit ears with both hands, click!

Next one:

In the movie theater, the little rabbit who occupies a single seat looks intently at the silver screen, Osamu Dazai enters with half of his face, and the arrogant scissorhands occupy most of the photo.

Teruki Maeda blankly flipped through the photos Tsushima-sensei sent him one by one.

Amusement parks, aquariums, movie theaters, good guys, and three holy places for dating are complete.

While he was working hard and tidying up the mess for the wayward Mr. Tsushima, the instigator of all this took his beloved little rabbit for a walk, having fun.

Osamu Dazai not only wanted to play, but also played very blatantly, and even sent photos to the victims to show off.

What a vicious man!Where is the basic trust between people!

"Teacher, tomorrow is the deadline. Have you written your new chapter yet?" Teruki Maeda swallowed the lemon in his mouth, and humbly urged the manuscript with tears in his eyes.

[You and the other party are not friends yet, please add friends before chatting. 】The red exclamation point mercilessly shattered the hot heart of a worker.

Teacher Tsushima blocked him again!

Why?He's just an innocent editor!What did he do wrong to be so unpopular with the teacher?

"I'm just urging manuscripts a little more frequently," Teruki Maeda groaned while biting his handkerchief, "I can't stop loving my teacher, even if I get blocked countless times, I still have to say that out loud In a word—”

"Today is the deadline! The deadline for the last day, we can't delay any longer———"

"I'm gone, I'm dead, I can't do it." Dazai Osamu muttered to himself while sitting in front of the desk, the computer showed his black eye sockets, and the lower right corner of the display showed the current time 23:12.

In good conscience, Teruki Maeda urged Osamu Dazai's draft is not too much.

Mihua Reasoning Weekly is a newspaper published once a week. As their leading figure, Dazai Osamu's manuscript was given the special treatment of "exemption from trial" after being notified by the Ministry of Public Security.

And because Ling Ling corrected all typos for him with one click, Osamu Dazai's manuscript also does not need to be proofread, and can be handed in as soon as it is finished, and sent as soon as it is handed in.

Therefore, Osamu Dazai's deadline is lower than that of all the authors of the same magazine. He only needs to submit the manuscript in the early morning of the day before the newspaper is published.

The so-called dead line is a taboo line that cannot be timed out for a second.But any line that can be extended is not a real death field.

Even if the bug is like Osamu Dazai, the dignity of the dead line must be respected.

Osamu Dazai originally had 168 hours and 10080 minutes a week to rush the draft, but he didn't!

He just wants to write passionately in the last hour of the dead line!Only the threat of death can inspire him!

This astonishingly confusing behavior, we usually call it: playing to death.

"Come on, master! Come on!" Ling Ling held up two pink cheerleading balls to help Osamu Dazai on the screen.

Thanks to the [Vitality] attribute of the initial card for saving Osamu Dazai's life, his brain seemed to be filled with a kilogram of caffeine, and he was so high that he hit the stars.

People's potential is infinite, if you don't push yourself, you will never know how crazy things you can do.

12:59:59, Osamu Dazai leaned back on the computer chair with absent-minded eyes, grabbed Lingling's rabbit ears and covered his eyes.

"...I'm gone." His tone was like a little white flower who had lost her virginity and was severely trampled into a rag doll.

"Very good! Not bad! As expected of the master!" Lingling corrected the typos and word order within 0.001 second, and sent it to Teruki Maeda, whose hair was about to be bald, on the other side of the computer with one click.

"Zero-chan, quickly remove the [Vigor] attribute," Dazai Osamu collapsed and sucked the belly of the little rabbit Lingling, to recharge the brain that was about to shut down.

Lingling replaced the savage grass skirt, and Osamu Dazai, who lost the [Vigor] buff, instantly collapsed into a salted fish, unwilling to even move his fingers.

"Everyone said don't play so crazy a few days ago," Lingling patted Osamu Dazai on the head, "The Buddha said: If you do evil yourself, you can't live."

"Zero-chan is obviously my accomplice, aren't you happy too?" Osamu Dazai cried sadly.

How did that happen?It is obviously a joy shared by two people, but in the end, why is it that Ling Ling is the only one who is desperately trying to catch up with the draft, and can still tease the dog leisurely?

Ling Ling: Does the owner also want to tease the dog?Say it earlier, Heitu is always ready!

Osamu Dazai: No, no, refuse Sanlian.

"Don't be unhappy, master!" Ling Ling comforted Osamu Dazai, "Look, this week's manuscript has been handed in, and we have a new 10080 minutes to save the manuscript, isn't it flattering?"

"It's impossible to save manuscripts. I will dare to do it next time." Osamu Dazai raised his hand and smoothed his messy forehead hair, stretched himself to take a bath, he yawned softly, "I'm so sleepy."

Sacrificing a Dazai Osamu will benefit reasoning fans all over Tokyo.

Osamu Dazai, who had successfully finished his manuscript, could not wake up, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning could not disturb his good sleep at all. Fans who got up early to work, walked their dogs and children, squatted at the door of the bookstore and watched eagerly, waiting for the source of today's happiness.

Toru Amuro met Conan who was in the crowd at the door of the bookstore. They looked at each other tacitly and understood each other's purpose.

"What story do you think he will write today?" Conan whispered, "And it has something to do with the Black Organization?"

"Based on his past behavior, there is a high probability." Amuro pressed the brim of his peaked cap to hide the sharpness in his eyes: "Even I don't know how many evil things the organization has done. Although the last incident was bad, But it’s only about the people at the bottom of the organization, and has no real connection with the gin you care about the most.”

"I don't really understand Tsushima-sensei's thoughts," Toru Amuro watched as the bookstore door opened slowly, "I can give you an accurate word now: the name of the deceased in "Death of the Nameless" was Karasuma Renye , he is the owner of the Twilight Pavilion, a person who died in the official file 40 years ago."

"As you think, he is the leader of the black organization."

"...I understand what you think," Conan pushed his glasses, "You don't understand why Shuji Tsushima killed Renye Karasuma as soon as he made a move, but in the new book he only exposed the evil deeds of the lower-level personnel, without mentioning anything Go to Gin and wait for someone."

"That's right," Amuro Toru moved forward with the flow of people in line, "but I have a vague guess."

"Before the publication of "Landscape Watcher", I had the honor to try Chapter 1," Amuro said to Conan, "Do you remember? The story of the laboratory fire."

"Remember, the story of the little girl avenging her longing angel sister, right?" Conan said without hesitation.

"Cough," Amuro's eyelids twitched when he heard the word "little girl", and he changed the subject calmly, "I happened to know the prototype in the story, so I was very surprised, so I asked Mr. Tsushima about his source of inspiration .”

"The teacher told me that these stories were information secretly passed on by a friend of his. His friend endured humiliation in the Black Organization, and his only wish was to let the truth be revealed to the world."

"In order to fulfill his friend's wish, Mr. Tsushima finally picked up the pen in his hand and wrote this legendary text."

Conan listened quietly, and he asked: "But I still don't understand. If his friend is an undercover agent of the organization, and a high-level person who can undercover next to the leader of the organization in black, why doesn't he pass on the information about Gin Jiu?" come out?"

"Gin is the most important symbol of the Black Organization. He is flamboyant and looks like a villain. Why doesn't Shuji Tsushima use him as the prototype of a villain?" Conan was puzzled.

"Uh, I read an interview with the author in the forum. The moderator said that Mr. Tsushima's image of the queen villain is a violent little man with orange hair, which belongs to the teacher's own behavior of carrying private goods." Toru Amuro recalled, "The organization does not seem to be 1.6 meters long. the following members."

Heartbroken old iron, even if you rely on the Central Plains, you can't break the world barrier to beat you up.The air is shaking and cold, when will Zhongyuan Zhongye stand up!

"As for why Mr. Tsushima's undercover friend didn't disclose information about Gin, I have a bold guess." Toru Amuro said mysteriously.

"Tell me." Conan approached him, and the two of them whispered softly.

"First, let's reason." The two simultaneously took out the detective's pipe and held it to their lips.

"First, Tsushima-sensei's friends are high-level personnel who have access to Karasuma Renye, the leader of the black organization."

"Second, his understanding of the organization is beyond imagination. He has been undercover in the organization for a long time. There is a high probability that he is someone we have dealt with."

"Thirdly, he provided Mr. Tsushima with information about Renye Karasuma, as well as information about the lower-level personnel, but he did not disclose information about gin, vodka, Belmode and others."

Toru Amuro said mysteriously: "The most dangerous place is the safest place. Eliminate all wrong answers, and the rest, no matter how unbelievable, are the correct answers."

"Who can meet all the conditions? Who can undercover so well that no one suspects it? Who can see the black organization as their own back garden and come in and out at will? Who is the most unbelievable answer?"

"Only him—gin!"

Conan pupil earthquake.

No no no, this world where Gin is undercover must be wrong!Conan squatted down and covered his head with a "snap", his mind was churning with mud.

"How could it be Gin? That's Gin. Anyone can whitewash him, absolutely not... But Toru Amuro's words are so reasonable, except for Gin, who can go undercover by that gentleman's side without being discovered... No way I can't be brainwashed anymore, Hui Yuan will send me to a mental hospital when he hears this... But he makes sense! Damn!"

Conan: Cat Starry Sky.jpg

Indescribable information poured into Conan's head, as if he was imprisoned in an endless loophole, because the amount of information was too large and the chip was successfully burned.

As the saying goes, the child is stupid.

"Is there no other possibility?" Conan couldn't help but grabbed Toru Amuro's shoulder and shook it desperately, trying to force him to surrender his broken three views: "Anyone else is fine! I recognize vodka, Qin Liquor is absolutely impossible to be an undercover agent!"

"Don't be naive," Toru Amuro looked at Conan sympathetically, "I understand how you feel. When I first came to the conclusion, I also felt that my world view was broken."

"Accept the facts. Vodka can't be an undercover agent. How can a boy who drives a car know what a second-five boy is? Do you look down on the sacred profession of a second-five boy?"

Just as Conan was about to nod, he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him seemed to be a [-]-year-old boy. He immediately stopped his drooping head and said righteously: "Absolutely not!"

While talking, they had already stood at the forefront of the team. The two stopped arguing for a while, and spent money to buy this week's Mihua Mystery Weekly.

The sky is big, the earth is big, chasing is the biggest, the teacher's new book, here I come!

Toru Amuro was still rushing to work and couldn't talk too much. He and Conan separated downstairs in the Mori Detective Agency, and one went into the store and the other went upstairs.

Amuro felt that there was no problem with his reasoning, he had already discovered that there was something wrong with gin!

It stands to reason that Gin, as the organization's number one thug, must be extremely manic and bite people around after Renye Karasuma's death. Toru Amuro was ready to face Gin's uncertainties, but the other party acted like nothing had happened.

The dignified BOSS did not cause any waves in the black organization. According to the information collected by Amuro Toru, not long after Renye Karasuma died, Gin and Rum teamed up to push a member named "Crab Wine" to the management position.

How could Gin be so calm if it wasn't because he had been prepared, even personally planned and participated in Karasuma Renye's murder?

Without the cooperation of gin, how could Mr. Tsushima, a weak writer with no strength to restrain a chicken, kill the leader of the Mafia organization so easily?

The more Amuro thought about it, the more he felt that Gin was hiding something.

The Black Organization has always been a training camp for the talents of the second and fifth boys. Every member has faced a test called "loyalty" after joining the organization.It is impossible to pass the review of the organization without going up to the mountain of swords and down to the sea of ​​fire.

Even so, the organization tests members from time to time, and it never seems possible to fully trust them.

Under such a big background, anyone could be suspected, except Gin Jiu.

Because he is a well-known traitor killer in the organization!The number of traitors who died under his hands is countless, who would have thought that Gin was actually a traitor himself?

Dark under the lights!

"In order to be an undercover agent, Qin Jiu may have killed his former organization's companions. It is cruel to kill relatives righteously. No wonder he is unwilling to reveal his identity and can only use Mr. Tsushima to pass the news. He feels guilty!"

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro felt complicated.

On the one hand, he extremely despises Gin Jiu's despicable behavior of attacking his companions, on the other hand, he thinks Gin Jiu is great.

What a hard heart and what an obsession with righteousness is required to do this!

In the dead of night, when drinking alone, when walking on the street and watching the cars coming and going, will Gin recall the past and feel the pain?Would he give a white rose to a dead comrade when no one was around?Will you throw down your umbrella and drench in a sad rainstorm?

And the black coat and black hat, are they worn all day long in honor of comrades who died for righteousness?No wonder Qin Jiu was also wrapped tightly in black clothes in summer, for fear that he would not be able to cover up the prickly heat.

Forbearance, cruelty, unscrupulous means to achieve the goal, righteousness, slaying relatives and defeating demons... This child is so terrifying!

"I'm afraid an undercover agent like this has already broken away from the order of the original organization, and he only fights for the righteousness in his heart." Toru Amuro said solemnly, frantically thinking, "He has been planning alone in the organization, until by chance, Gin met Jin. Teacher Island."

"Ms. Tsushima's words deeply impressed Qin Jiu, who has a conscience. He suddenly realized that he was ashamed to see others, and determined to make up for his mistakes and return to the embrace of justice."

"In order to repay Teacher Tsushima's kindness of reconstruction, Qinjiu will provide the secret information of the organization to the teacher in the form of novel materials, and then the teacher will personally polish it and publish it on Mihua Reasoning Weekly, and finally be read and understood by people."

Toru Amuro went to the staff lounge and sat down—yes, the above brain completion was the result of his thinking from the time he opened the door of Poirot Café to walking into the staff lounge, which was less than ten meters away.

The guests sitting in Poirot's Cafe may never have imagined that the handsome blond black-skinned boy passing by them is actually the champion of the strongest brain finals.

In terms of brain supplementation, Amuro is second, who of you dares to be the first!

Grasping the fishing time before going to work, Toru Amuro raced against the clock to turn to Shuji Tsushima's personal column.

The third story is the same as the second story, and Amuro Toru thinks of the "Death of the Nameless Man", which is also completed in one go, and deeply suspects that the first sexual reversion of his story will break the chapters on purpose. Against him.

"Teacher is really nasty," Toru Amuro thought while watching, "How did I offend him?"

At this time, Toru Amuro has forgotten that he secretly manipulated the freezing of Tanaka Taro's inheritance, but the cautious Osamu Dazai will not forget.

He not only wants to connotate Toru Amuro in his works and punish him out of context, but also makes Toru Amuro work crazy overtime in the name of his immediate boss "Crab Wine".

Bourbon, who was inexplicably stuffed with a lot of good job titles about exercising ability: I'm going to be promoted?

Think too much, your boss is a 24k solid gold devil.

Unlike the second story, which is unbearable, the third story is very young and Dangerous.

It tells the story of a young man yearning for gangsters who joins the powerful local Mafia organization by chance.

Toru Amuro: Perception of elements.

When he saw that the boy liked black, his favorite car was an antique Porsche, he was good at marksmanship and sniping, and had beautiful blond hair, Toru Amuro almost slapped the table.

This, isn't this gin?

He gambled on a pig's knuckle, instead of gin, he washed his hair upside down.

"I just analyzed with Conan, because the undercover agent is gin, so Mr. Tsushima probably wouldn't be able to write the story of gin, but now he is slapped in the face?" Toru Amuro pondered.

Don't panic, just keep watching.

The organization that the boy who looks like Gin joins is a transnational criminal group, the organization is extremely powerful and he does all kinds of bad things.

After a brief obsession, the young man with a conscience fell into the struggle of human torture. At this moment, he received an olive branch from an undercover agent in the organization, asking him if he would return to justice.

Toru Amuro:!That's right, it's definitely gin!I understand, the reason why Mr. Tsushima wrote the story of Gin out of the ordinary is because he couldn’t bear to see his friends who had paid so much for righteousness but be misunderstood!

Therefore, he wants to use words to justify the name of Gin, to cleanse his name and create momentum for him, and to fight for a commutation of Gin's sentence when it is destroyed in the future.

The teacher has a lot of intentions. As expected of Mr. Tsushima, who values ​​love and righteousness, his good intentions make people burst into tears.

Unknowingly, Toru Amuro has accepted the setting made up by his own brain, the logic is smooth and the thinking is rigorous, and there is no flaw!

Yes, there is only one truth!

Gin is the deepest undercover agent in the black organization!

Amuro felt relieved, he felt that the police would destroy the organization.Even Gin has betrayed, how can there be anyone in the organization who can fight?

He continued to look down:

The young man agreed to the informant's request and began to deliver information for Bai Fang, while striving for meritorious service. After a few years of work, he accepted the police's witness protection plan and took his mother abroad to live in seclusion.

Toru Amuro:?Is Gin's wish so simple?

He was starting to feel wrong.After all, Toru Amuro really felt that Gin Jiu was very happy undercover. He had no intention of resigning at all, and wanted to be a laborer for the rest of his life.

Next, Shuji Tsushima changed his style of writing and wrote the life of an undercover agent in a tragic, desolate, and deeply emotional style: His life is not black and white, and people who walk in gray areas are better than others. Others are more confused.

The teenager didn't know whether he was right or wrong, whether he was just or treacherous.

Confused, struggling, living like drowning in a sea of ​​blood.

Until a bullet ended his absurd life.

【He doesn't know who killed him. 】

[Perhaps the people in the organization saw his betrayal, or maybe the police misunderstood his identity. 】【It doesn't matter, that's all. 】

[Actually, I still want to go home... I want to see my mother again...] Toru Amuro's hand holding the newspaper trembled slowly, and his eye sockets turned red unsatisfactorily.

Shuji Tsushima described the boy's psychological activities before his death in a delicate and moving way. The more people who have the same experience as the boy, the more empathetic they are, and the nose is sore without knowing it.

"Ginjiu, you died so miserable..." Toru Amuro wiped away his tears, and was suddenly taken aback.

Wait, Gin isn't dead, is it?When we gathered at the bar yesterday, this guy still had the expression that someone owed him 800 million, which made people want to hit him.

"Did I recognize the wrong person?" Toru Amuro realized that he had cried for nothing because of Gin. The boy in the story wasn't Gin at all!Where did the gin come from? His mother who was waiting for him to come home in his hometown?

Toru Amuro, who made brain supplements on his own, and was persuaded by the brain supplements: the memory that does not exist has increased. The red apples in the flower basket were redder and hotter than the kang burning in the village chief's yard.

"It's so embarrassing..." Toru Amuro felt ashamed to see Conan, but fortunately he was dark and blushing could not be seen.

Upstairs, Conan bangs his head against the wall after reading the entire story.

"Damn it, I actually believed that guy's nonsense, I actually thought that the boy who died in the story was gin... My reputation as a detective is ruined today..."

Toru Amuro & Conan: After all, it's all Dazai Osamu's fault!

Osamu Dazai, the source of all evil: zzzzz choo!

"Who is scolding me?" He rubbed his nose and continued to sleep, zzzzzzz.

Don't cue while recovering sleep.

At the Mihua Town Police Station, whenever the Mihua Reasoning Weekly is released, the police officers in the police station must always be serious and ready to draw their guns and go out at any time.

Officer Takagi is a little exception. He is a fan of Shuji Tsushima, and today he will read the teacher's new work with other book fans.

"Officer Megure, is there no prototype for the teacher's story this time?" Takagi asked, "So far, there have been no discussion posts on the forum."

Shuji Tsushima’s fans are all reincarnations of microscopes, and they can infer from the work of whether the stray cats near the Mihua Magazine have enough to eat or not see the micro-knowledge when Mr. Tsushima delivered the manuscript—accurate to the second.

This is not reasoning at all, but stoka.

But thanks to this group of mysterious idiots, the shoulders of the police's network technicians were lightened, and they could just use the summary of the forum bosses.

"Yeah, it should be a fictional story." Police officer Mu Mu breathed a sigh of relief, "It was still sunny in the morning, but it rained just a moment ago. It's terrible to go out in this kind of weather."

"What a coincidence, it's raining heavily today." Officer Takagi looked outside the police station door, where an old woman with a black umbrella was staggering into the police station hall step by step.

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that her legs and feet were inconvenient, Officer Takagi trotted over and asked with concern.

"I'm here to report the crime," the old woman clasped Police Officer Takagi's arm tightly with her rain-wet hands, and she eagerly took out the newspapers that were warmed by body temperature from her arms.

"This article, this article!" She pointed at the Mihua Mystery Weekly in her hand with trembling lips, "What he wrote is the story of my son!"

"His name is Mizutani Shohara, and he has been missing for a month and a half."

The author has something to say: Police Officer Takagi: Great, Mr. Tsushima didn’t make trouble today (ready to get off work)

Old woman: Officer, I want to report the crime!

Officer Takagi, overtime warning.

The slaughter at this time: zzzzzzzz

What, Qin Jiu is really not an undercover agent, he is the only model worker of the organization (distressed for a second)

感谢在2021-02-0417:00:00~2021-02-0717:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 46931507, 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：白祈20瓶；瑶木琪华17瓶；月默er15瓶；池鱼归渊6瓶；蔚蓝、民政局5瓶；深野源源酱3瓶；1748、總算不是天天晚班了2瓶；夏妤婳1瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！