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"Ding dong."

The bullet casing fell to the ground, the metallic color flashed a dazzling arc under the lighting, and Gulu rolled at Gin's feet.

"Mr. Dazai." Gin took off his hat, and pressed the cap outwards against his heart, "I'm here to apologize to you."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai turned his head to the side, and exerted a slight force on the finger hooked on the trigger.

"Bang!" The bull's-eye shattered.

Amidst the violent gunshots, the ears of the rabbit doll lying on Osamu Dazai's shoulders moved, and then returned to calm.

"What's the matter Gin, did you do something wrong?" Dazai Osamu asked casually, focusing on the moving target in front of him.

"About Shuji Tsushima...I'm very sorry, but I couldn't find anything." Gin said reluctantly.

He, the Black Organization TopKiller, has been focusing on killing undercover agents for more than ten years.

A pair of piercing eyes, a pair of ruthless iron hands, a tough guy with an iron-gun, punching-rye whiskey, and kicking a public undercover police officer, can be described as a model worker and moved the Crow Distillery's annual award-winning figure.

However, he, who is extremely keen on the smell of undercover, capsized the gutter on this man named "Shuji Tsushima", and was defeated with hatred.

Shame, an absolute shame!

After learning from the painful experience, Gin Jiu decided to confess his failure to Dazai Zhi, so he issued a military order, betting on the beautiful hair of his Rejoice spokesperson, and vowed to take Tsushima Shuji's life!

"Give me one more chance," Gin said ruthlessly, "If I can't catch Shuji Tsushima, I'll shave myself to be as bald as a rum!"

Rum: Brother, you swear, you swear, why do you step on me?

Osamu Dazai emptied the bullets in the magazine, he handed the gun to the attendant who was waiting at the side, and carefully wiped the gap between his fingers with a paper towel.

"Okay," Osamu Dazai said casually, "Before the serialization of "The Viewer" is finished, you have plenty of opportunities."

Qin Jiu felt that there was something in Dazai Zhi's words, but he still had a lot of things to report, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he just took it as his own illusion.

"The information leaked by Shohara Mizutani has significantly weakened the organization's power in Shibuya, Osaka and other areas..."

This cleaning operation is a big victory for the police.

Amuro acted resolutely. After receiving the USB flash drive sent by Mrs. Mizutani, he quickly reported it, and dispatched a large number of people to encircle and suppress the grassroots members of the black organization and various small forces attached to the organization.

"Tsushima-sensei is really amazing," Toru Amuro told Conan about this incident, "Catch the thief first, and the king will be captured first, and the embankment of a thousand miles will collapse in an ant's nest."

"He first solved Karasuma Renye, the leader of the Black Organization, and then gave us the opportunity to remove the minions of the organization. If this goes on step by step, the Black Organization may really die one day."

First Karasuma Renye, and then the lower-level members. Some people were ignored intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why, is there no information about Gin?" Conan couldn't help asking, "Gin, Rum, Belmode, why do the three of them avoid the police's siege every time?"

Amuro Toru's "Gin Undercover Theory" is self-defeating under the spirit of his famous detective, who came too late. The original self-justified theory fell through, and they must face up to this problem again.

Yes, why?Could it be that Gin's villainous face can't arouse Mr. Tsushima's creative desire anyway?

"Can you ask him yourself?" Conan couldn't help asking, "Didn't Osamu Dazai often order takeaway from Poirot Café? Can you ask by the way when delivering takeaway?"

"Do you think the food delivery wheel can get me?" Toru Amuro couldn't help complaining, "You don't know how promiscuous he is, the girls in the store have a clear division of labor, and there is no place for me to intervene .”

"And he likes to take a pink and white rabbit doll with him recently. It's a very cute and lovable doll. The girls in the store are more diligent in delivering food."

Toru Amuro spread his hands, "But he doesn't seem to like others touching his rabbit, even girls."

It seems that blocking people at the door is probably useless, Conan thought in his heart, Osamu Dazai is not like a person who can tell the truth.

"Do you really think Shuji Tsushima will help us destroy the Black Organization?" Conan asked at the end before leaving, he said with rare hesitation, "I'm a little uneasy."

"Sensei's methods are indeed a bit extreme," Amuro said clearly, "but his original intention is good——since Tsushima-sensei made his debut, we won an overwhelming victory in the fight against the Black Organization for the first time. Victory, isn't that enough to explain the problem?"

From Amuro's point of view, Shuji Tsushima's help is definitely beneficial to the police. Even if his wayward way of doing things forced Amuro Tohru to work overtime countless times, he is willing to admit this.

Conan understood what Toru Amuro meant, his reasoning was similar to Toru Amuro's conclusion, and he was almost convinced by himself several times.

There is only one point, that alone, Conan can't let go.

He left the staff lounge at Café Poirot and returned alone to the Maori Detective Agency.On the rugged stairs, the small figure was stretched very long by the light.

When he came to the room on the third floor, Conan dragged out a large box from under the bed and dug out a thick notebook.

On the notebook are the ticket stubs of "Death of the Unknown", clips from Mihua Mystery Weekly, clipped newspapers, and various key points marked with black and red pens.

Conan rereads "Death of the Nameless" and "The Viewer" word by word.

Exquisite structure, fluent prose, treacherous and beautiful writing style, unreasonable imagination-no matter how many times you read it, it is so addictive.

only……

"His words do not contain justice." Conan traced the newspaper with his fingers, and his fingertips slid across the lines of text.

"I can't feel wrong," Conan murmured, "he can't be on the side of pure goodness."

Osamu Dazai is so perfect, he is like a myth.

Even though critics always say that "The Viewer" is sensationalizing and attracting people's attention with novelty, Shuji Tsushima is disregarding human life.

But the fact is: Osamu Dazai's fans are getting more and more fanatical.They regard him as a god who judges evil, and hold him on the altar to worship.

This ability to manipulate people's hearts makes Conan terrified, like a condescending chess player who only stirs up the situation with his own will, and the direction of the world is just a joke he makes casually.

At the same time, Dazai Osamu did not expose Gin, Belmode and others in the article for a long time, which also made Conan suspicious.

From the grand stage play of "Death of the Nameless", it can be seen that Osamu Dazai has a very bad taste, likes big scenes, and is keen to make things happen.

Why didn't he expose Belmode?The fact that the legendary actress Sharon Wynyard and her daughter Chrissy Wynyard alone is a secret is enough to detonate the big news in the world.

The immortal queen, what a legendary figure, she is also the most beloved subordinate of that gentleman Karasuma Renye, and the biography of the character is enough to serialize the trilogy.

If Shuji Tsushima didn't dare to reveal the identity of the international actress because he was not famous enough in the past, what worries does he have now that he is protected by the police?

Could it be that Osamu Dazai himself is a fan of Belmode?No kidding, this possibility is infinitely close to singing Peking Opera with gin on stage.

"The most important point: The Black Organization didn't really hurt the bones." Conan looked through his notebook, "The clean-up operation swept away the trash-like low-level personnel and scum, entrepreneurs and politicians who were associated with the Black Organization. There's no one in the house."

Conan didn't believe that Mizutani Shohara had only collected these clues after being an undercover agent for so many years. He was more inclined to pick and delete the content, leaving only someone who wanted the police to clean up.

"The information is stored in the USB flash drive. Mrs. Mizutani didn't check the contents before sending it to the police station. Who can delete part of the information in the hard drive?"

The more Conan thought about it, the more frightened he became. He felt a pair of invisible hands hanging over Tokyo, which was obscured by the thick fog so that he couldn't see clearly.

When the man flicked his fingertips, the people under his palms were like placed dominoes, falling headlong towards the established ending.

As a link placed in the domino, perhaps a relatively important link, Conan does not want to be at the mercy of others.

The so-called detective is the existence of thinking one step more than others.

"Think differently," Conan turned around twice, "Supposing Osamu Dazai deliberately refused to give Gin and others information, what good would it do him?"

Human behavior is often accompanied by purpose. Except for the real and artificial mentally retarded, most people's behavior has logic to follow.

"Gin is still there, the black organization will not perish for a while, Shuji Tsushima doesn't want the organization to perish?" Conan raised a possibility, and he became puzzled again, "but he has been targeting the black organization."

"No, this is not contradictory." Conan suddenly said, "His purpose is to reduce, not eliminate?"

Osamu Dazai's attitude is worth pondering.Conan faintly felt that he had grasped the key clue, and he was only short of the last thread to untie this ball of yarn that was spoiled by the cat.

"I have to wait for a few more serializations. The detective's intuition tells me that the truth of everything lies in "The Viewer"!"

A week later, Mihua Reasoning Weekly published it again.

Unlike previous revenge literature, horror literature, and young and Dangerous literature, Shuji Tsushima seems to finally intend to write traditional reasoning stories honestly.

He divided the story into "puzzles" and "answers", divided it into two serials, and opened up a "Detective PK" section on his personal forum.

Famous detectives from all over the country can speak freely here, and post their guesses and ideas on puzzles in the forum for discussion and debate.

Everyone knows that Shuji Tsushima's reasoning stories are likely to be murders in reality.

What detective hasn't dreamed of a modern-day Sherlock Holmes?Who wouldn't want to try out what it's like to be a Police Consulting Detective?

Here, anything is possible!

Every case exposed by Shuji Tsushima has attracted the attention of the police, and the feeling of rushing to unravel the truth before the police and Mr. Tsushima himself is even more sour.

Only passers-by will honestly wait for the weekly magazine, and their microscope readers will make up for next week's update by themselves!

The different form of interaction has aroused the attention of reasoning fans all over Japan. Fans of mystery novels, private detectives, playful little policemen, and old criminal policemen who have retired at home flocked here.

The daily activity of Shuji Tsushima's personal forum far exceeds the daily news viewing rate of Nikmai TV Station. When the mouse is scrolled, the number of new posts per second is dizzying.

For this reason, "Why Shuji Tsushima's Personal Forum Hasn't Collapsed" was listed among the top ten unsolved mysteries in the hacker world, together with its moderator, the god of hackers [I have been pushing Mrs. Tsushima alone since I was born]. The king of information.

Edogawa Conan, known as Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era, could not miss this feast.

He, Heiji Hattori from Osaka, and Detective Baima who studied in the UK are all star players in the "Detective PK" column. In each round of PK, there are even good people to make rankings for them, awakening many strange elements.

"Is this really a fan forum?" Conan occasionally couldn't help but wonder, "There are so many fields involved in it, hey."

He even saw mother and baby science posts on the homepage of the forum, and the clicks and replies were not low. Why is this?

No matter how much grass grew in Conan's heart, his body still honestly typed the reasoning arguments on the keyboard and sent them with one click.

Three months passed, twelve weeks, six cases, none related to Gin and others.

The actions of the Black Organization were indeed more low-key than before, but Conan didn't feel relieved at all.

The black-clothed organization, which has washed away its impetuosity and turned itself into the dark, is not as threatening on the surface as before, but its concealment and sustainable development have greatly increased.

The experimental projects and unscrupulous transactions that have been drastically cut down are discarded, and the remaining arms-arms-trading-trade and international trade are the foundation of a pure Mafia organization.

"The organization in black is transforming." Conan held the latest issue of Mihua Mystery Weekly, like falling into an ice cellar.

Japan is a country that legalizes gangsters. As long as it does not exceed a certain bottom line, the Mafia organization can even be officially recognized and become a city's shadow law enforcement.

Abandoning the rough style of the past, the black organization has become more and more closely connected with the business and political circles. Conan can say with certainty that it will not be long before they are completely cleansed and come ashore.

Even if the police insisted on reasoning, according to the current progress of the black organization, they would have to hold their noses and admit it.

"After Renye Karasuma's death, the organization in black was turned in another direction. This organization is no longer the organization that Renye Karasuma established at the beginning. It has been branded new."

Conan's one-stroke record book wrote: "The new leader of the black organization is more mysterious than Karasuma Renye. The police, FBI, and CIA have almost no information about him. They only know that his code name before he succeeded the leader is 'Crab wine'."

"The transformation of the Black Organization is inseparable from the help of Tsujima Shuji (real name Dazai Osamu). On the surface, he is at odds with the Black Organization, but in fact the final result is obviously beneficial to the organization in the long run."

"Osamu Dazai is a member of the faction that supports the leader of the black organization (this is doubtful)."

"Based on the above point of view, I raise a question: what is the relationship between Osamu Dazai and the current leader of the Black Organization? How do they connect and how do they plan all this?"

Conan turned the ballpoint pen upside down and tapped on the paper, thinking along the line of reasoning.

Boss and subordinate?Secret lover?Sworn brothers?Best friend?Neighborhood neighbor?

"No, it's not such a superficial relationship." Conan overturned his guess and rethought.

"They have exactly the same thoughts, the same propositions, no objection to the style, and a tacit understanding that never doubts each other."

"It's too coordinated. Their cooperation is so exquisite that it is impossible to see that two people are acting separately, it is almost like one person." Conan sighed.

"It's just like a person..." Conan murmured, unconsciously repeating his unintentional words.

A bolt of lightning struck his mind, the ballpoint pen in his hand fell to the ground, and Conan's hand on the desk trembled uncontrollably.

"Could they be the same person?"

Conan felt that his idea was too crazy, so crazy that he couldn't help but want to kill this possibility with his own hands.

how can that be possible?The BOSS of the Black Organization lives in a haunted house less than 500 meters away from him. He lives on takeaways from cafes and sushi restaurants every day. He even ate at his house for a meal. He was taken into the police station by Police Officer Megure in front of his eyes. more than once?

Even Dazai Osamu entered the game for the first time because Conan washed away his grievances!

"He's by my side? He's always by my side?" Conan grabbed his own bow tie, unable to breathe like drowning.

very scary.What kind of psychological quality is it that Osamu Dazai dares to live carelessly near the detective's house, mingle with the police, and have countless fans in the police circle?

"Is this guy really human?" Conan doubted life.

"Evidence... I don't have evidence in my hand, so I have to go to Toru Amuro." Conan picked up the broken pen, took a deep breath, and stabilized his mind.

Conan carried the notebook and went downstairs step by step. He walked from the third floor to the second floor, and was about to go down to the first floor.

Mori Kogoro was lying on the sofa in the office on the second floor watching the horse betting. He saw Conan going downstairs through the open door. He subconsciously turned his head to the door and said, "Brat, bring me a bottle of beer when you come back."

"Understood, Uncle." Conan glanced sideways at Kogoro Mouri, quickly looked away, and promised to say that he heard.

He continued to take two steps down, and a strange inspiration flashed in Conan's brain full of thoughts.

His retina seemed to be briefly occupied by a pink and white figure.

"Just now, did uncle's horse racing program have a strange commercial inserted?" Conan thought while going downstairs.

On the square TV, the moment Mori Kogoro turned his attention away from the horse betting show—the very second that Conan looked up, a shadow seemed to flash across a small area in the lower left corner of the screen.

"Like... a pink and white rabbit?"

The author has something to say: Zero Zero: It's a supernatural film!Aww (a fierce rabbit growls)