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Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, as a man with a very long name, one inch strong and one inch long, he is undoubtedly a strong man, and the Muscovites will never admit defeat.

Fyodor's gaze paused for a moment on "If you don't look, you are not from Yokohama". He thought about the series of "who am I", "who is me", "human self-awareness and place of belonging" and so on. Philosophical issues, while turning to the debut work of the rascal group trio honestly.

At the beginning is the "Self-Cultivation of Migrant Workers: On the Time Management and Allocation of Overtime and Human Sleep" by Mr. Curry Rice.

Seeing this title, Fyodor was refreshed, and the souls of those who stayed up all night were awakened by the same kind.

Needles do not poke, both tastes and tastes, he likes it.

Fyodor used his excellent mind to carefully analyze the work of this spicy curry rice teacher. This is a published SCI paper, how scientific and exciting.

As long as he learns the time management method of the spicy curry rice teacher, why does he have no time to type code?Why don't you have time to do things?

The teacher of spicy curry rice, the savior of the wicked, the living Bodhisattva of the blue sky!

"If every member of the House of Death can learn from the hard work of the teacher, it is only a matter of time before the port Mafia is destroyed and Yokohama is occupied." Fyodor said regretfully, "It's a pity."

After reading the time management works, Fyodor ruthlessly skipped Mr. Odasaku's cub raising literature, don't want male mothers, don't want male mothers.

"Shuji Tsushima..." Fyodor read the name, crossed the title of "Evil Thoughts" with his index finger, and glanced down.

【"This is a world with only ordinary people." He said, "There is no such thing as supernatural power."】——A world without supernatural powers, Fyodor's Utopia.

His pupils dilated slightly due to surprise, his expression of looking casually at first became serious, and he read on carefully.

Shuji Tsushima spent a lot of pen and ink describing this ordinary and ordinary world: buildings will not explode for no reason, detectives will not encounter unexplainable abnormalities when solving crimes, and human body-to-body combat can be as powerful as a bullet. Let them calm down, and they won't even be covered with masks in the next shot when their clothes are still bursting in the last shot.

"Supernatural power is the original sin of all, and a world without supernatural beings is my ideal." Fyodor whispered, "Without power, there will be no struggle."

Is it true?

The protagonist of "Evil Thoughts" is a severely disabled person. He can only move his right hand, and his left arm hangs like a weak vine beside the wheelchair.

Not only does he have no strength, his strength is not even as strong as a stronger elementary school student.

But this does not affect that he is a genius criminal, who planned countless major unsolved cases that shocked the world without leaving home.

Until he was arrested, the man who was crookedly paralyzed in a wheelchair didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to sign the transcript.

【"I'm just one of the countless evil thoughts," he was still laughing when he sentenced to death, "You think I'm weak and incompetent, and you think that a human being who has lost his strength is just a worker ant within the rules, and I want to step on your face On the ground."]【"I make a bet at the last time, tomorrow, crimes will still follow." He was pressed to the guillotine with a smile, his eyes swept over everyone in the execution ground. 】【"Human beings are the original sin of all things."】

Obscure thoughts are buried in the complex case design and exquisite reasoning process. Ordinary people can only see the genius criminal methods of the protagonist and the author's dazzling narrative structure when reading Shuji Tsushima's texts, but not the dust. A shallow layer of pebbles.

Because the last layer is not for them to see at all.

Fyodor found it strange.

He didn't know "Shuji Tsushima", and he hardly talked about his ideals with anyone except Gogol, but an inexplicable feeling hit him—"Evil Thoughts" was specially prepared by Shuji Tsushima for him. s work.

This is a letter of dialogue, but also the fangs of provocation.

"Interesting." Fyodor rested his chin with his hand, and looked intently at the page occupied by the three rogue factions.

Looking at the whole of Yokohama, the only people who can compete with him in strategy are Mr. Natsume Soseki, who has long since retired, and only Edogawa Ranpo, who is brought by the lone swordsman Silver Wolf, and Dazai Osamu of the port Mafia.

"Evil Thoughts" is a mystery novel, could it be Edogawa Ranpo...

"No, it's Osamu Dazai." Fyodor pressed the name of "Shuji Tsushima" with his hand, "Writing that contains no justice, but only death and indifference, is Mafia's style."

"Why did he diss me?" The Russian was puzzled.

Fyodor believed that he had no enmity with Osamu Dazai.

Didn't he just secretly lure Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to Yokohama to set off the leading war, causing many people to die in the port of Mafia, and prompting Osamu Dazai to be forced to work overtime as a child laborer for countless days?

It's not a big deal, didn't Port Mafia win in the end, why are they so angry?There is no reason.

"It's not a coincidence." Fyodor believed in his judgment, "Osamu Dazai did it on purpose."

He read "Evil Thoughts" again, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

"Sbarasi," Fyodor praised, "what a demagogic text. If I have hesitated a little about my ideal, I must have been persuaded by him and become his believer."

not enough.

The iceberg has only surfaced on the tip of the water, and before he sees more reefs, it is still too early to win or lose.

"Ranbu, what are you looking at?" Fukuzawa Yukichi came back from the door, and saw the boy he took in was flipping left and right with a newspaper.

Fukuzawa Yukichi knew that Ranpo Edogawa had the habit of reading newspapers, but he always only looked back at the page with the comics drawn on it, and was not interested in the large chapters of text.

"I saw something interesting." Ranpo Edogawa bit a lollipop, and held up the newspaper to Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Fukuzawa Yukichi took the newspaper, and was attracted by Mr. Odasaku's "Rules for Scientific Feeding and Healthy Children's Education".

[There are five children in my family, and I am often troubled by the problem of teaching them. 】Seeing the opening sentence, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who also raised a bear child, quickly empathized.

One Edogawa Ranpo is worth five kindergarten students. The words of this Odasaku teacher will definitely inspire him!

[Children always like snacks, but if they are given indiscriminately, their teeth will whine at night. 】"Ranbu, you're out of your snacks this afternoon." Fukuzawa Yukichi made a quick decision, "Tomorrow you and I will go to the dentist's office."

"!" Edogawa Ranbu's cheeks stuffed with snacks bulged like a hamster, and his eyes were round and unbelievable.

"I, I can go by myself." Edogawa Ranpo, whose supernatural reasoning ability made him realize that he could not escape the fate of being sanctioned, decided to make a final struggle.

"No, you'll get lost to the clinic of some unscrupulous doctor." Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a defensive tone, "He will eat children."

No, he's over 12 and he's not a girl, and he won't be abducted by weird child-girl charges.

Edogawa Ranpo felt aggrieved and sulked for a while: He obviously wanted Fukuzawa Yukichi to watch "Evil Thoughts", but why did he see "Code of Scientific Feeding and Healthy Children Education"?

Finally, Fukuzawa Yukichi finished reading Odasaku's masterpiece, and he decided to cut out this article and paste it on the wall as a reference to remind himself to reflect on himself.

Ranpo Edogawa, who halved the share of snacks: He regrets so much.

"Shuji Tsushima: "Evil Mind"? Ranpo, is this your favorite mystery novel?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked.

"Well, the writing is quite interesting." Edogawa Ranpo cherished his last lollipop, "It's different from other novels where you can tell who the murderer is and what the modus operandi is, the reasoning part The design is brilliant."

"But the most interesting thing is not reasoning," Edogawa said, shaking the lollipop in his hand, "but the thoughts hidden under the words."

"People's evil thoughts are all original sins, and have nothing to do with whether they have power. Even in a world where everyone is equal, sins still come as expected."

Edogawa Ranpo half-opened his cold green eyes: "This article is Shuji Tsushima's provocation and denial of another person. It's really interesting, there is such a person in Yokohama."

"Shuji Tsushima is a pseudonym, right?" Fukuzawa Yukichi read "Evil Thoughts" again, he pondered for a moment, "It looks like the words written by someone who has seen blood all year round."

"That's right!" Edogawa Ranpo snapped his fingers, "It's Osamu Dazai of Mafia at the port."

"Things are getting more and more interesting." The detective put on his glasses, "This is not the end, but the beginning."

"I'm looking forward to it. What kind of words will he write?"

"It's really gone." Osamu Dazai raised his hand in surrender, "If I can't get SSR this time, I will give up the game."

After the release of "Evil Thoughts", the Japanese reasoning forum, which was so poor that there were three or two cats and puppies, was like a drop of water splashed into a frying pan, and it exploded in an instant. He also got enough diamonds for another ten consecutive rounds.

Osamu Dazai was forced to read a screen full of comments from readers saying "Thank you Mommy, Mommy is the reincarnation of the living Bodhisattva", "The child finally had a bite of food before being starved to death", and "New Food Moda Modo", and his mood was very complicated for a while.

Especially when he saw Ling Ling put on [I have singled out Mrs. Tsushima since I was born! ] After the vest created the forum, the familiar premonition of being persecuted struck again.

"Zero-chan, if you post a photo of your women's cheongsam on the Internet again, I'll dance the Tsurumi River right now." Osamu Dazai threatened without hope, "It's the kind of water that will drink a stomach and then go to the ICU oh."

Ling Ling blinked: "I didn't send ducks. There are quite a lot of people who know the master here. I won't cause unnecessary trouble for the master."

"That's good." Osamu Dazai was only half relieved, and was forced out of high blood pressure by Zero Zero's words.

"So I posted the [photo of R·Nakahara Chuya & Mori Ogai's women's clothing] drawn by the master to the forum!" Lingling raised her head and chest, "Isn't Lingling very witty? Praise me, praise me! "

If that photo was just a beautiful photo of Chuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai wouldn't mind at all, wouldn't mind at all, and would even hold Lingling Rabbit high and praise her for her understanding, singing a song "Friends ".

However, there is Mori Ogai in the photo.

It is stated in advance that Osamu Dazai is not afraid of Mori Ogai.Even if the other party holds the power over his salary, there is no threat to Osamu Dazai, who can skillfully steal Nakahara Chuya's black card.

However, Mori Ogai is a narrow-minded man.

He is worthy of being the teacher of Osamu Dazai. Both the master and the apprentice are very narrow-minded, and they hold grudges very much, and they must find their way back when there is a problem as small as a sesame seed.

"I don't want to be called to the boss's office to deal with old men again." Osamu Dazai strangled Tutu's neck, and said in a tone of "Tutu is so cute, I'm going to eat Tutu today": "Zero sauce, you made me angry, You destroy yourself."

"So the master also likes Ba Zong Mary Su's literature?!" Ling Ling was ecstatic, "I know this line! It's the famous line that Murong Cuihua poured boiling water on the crotch of President Huangpu Tie Zhu!"

The hot boiling water ignited the fiery heart of President Ba, Huangpu Tiezhu looked at this very, very special woman in front of him, and evoked a smirk that was three parts cold, three parts mocking and three parts playful: "Murong Cuihua, you If you provoke a fire, you extinguish it yourself."

Zero Zero: Not bad not bad!It's this greasy feeling, it smells like that!

Hearing Ling Ling's words, Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment.He was ashamed to say that he had found this book in Ling Ling's library and read it happily, almost poking his eyes with regret.

Ling Ling was strangled by Osamu Dazai and yelled at the rabbit's neck, and then pressed on the keyboard by the annoyed master, "Zero-chan, we need to solve the photo issue before Mr. Mori finds out."

There was a moment of silence.

She was embarrassed to say that Mori Ogai had already discovered it.

After all, Osamu Dazai suddenly kidnapped Mafia's number one model worker, Ango Sakaguchi, to write a book. As the leader, he has heard about it.Mori Ogai also specially bought the Yokohama Daily News of the day, and cut out the debut work of his rebellious son for preservation.

The head of the family is promising, and the old father has more face when he is puzzled.

——Until Ogai Mori saw a photo of himself and Chuya Nakahara in women's clothing.

Mori Ogai: The smile froze at the corner of his mouth.jpg

"Alice-chan, does Dazai-kun have any opinion on me?" Mori Ogai fell into his old father's troubled time: "Leaving aside "Evil Thoughts", this is indeed a text that Dazai-kun can write, and it has very personal characteristics. Although I don’t know when he suddenly fell in love with literary creation, but as long as the new hobby can replace his hobby of jumping from the rooftop of Mafia in the port, I am willing to accept it.”

Mori Ogai no longer wants to experience the magical incident of being called by reporters to ask whether the port Mafia abused child labor, employees who worked too much overtime couldn't stand jumping off the building, and the company's work style was so chaotic that innocent teenagers went to work every day with bandages.

Mori Ogai was not originally a good-tempered person, but was forced into a good-tempered person by Osamu Dazai.

There is no way.If he cares about everything with Osamu Dazai, he deeply doubts that he will grow old prematurely, and be forced to have crow's feet.

"It's the clothes that Alice chose for Rintaro and Chuya!" Alice was quite happy, facing the middle-aged man's sad and tearful eyes with one click to save.

Just one second before she succeeded in saving, Ling Ling quickly went online!

The matter has come to this point, and Ling Ling can only turn the tide of the world, she makes a decisive move, and draws a stroke on the photo.

"Brush!" Mori Ogai's eyes were covered with a piece of black cloth!

This black cuboid is very classic. Just turn on the TV and tune to the legal channel, and then compare it with the mosaiced criminal suspects on the screen—it cannot be said to be completely similar, at least it is exactly the same.

Alice's eyes widened in surprise: "Wow! Taro Rintaro has been arrested!"

Mori Ogai's expression broke instantly.

Two seconds later, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of his rebellious son who refused to make calls: "Mr. Dazai, see you in my office at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Where's his feather duster?Bring it to me!

"Zero sauce, I'm gone." Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, looked at the culprit of everything, and smiled kindly: "The time is just right, let's draw a card."

Extremes of things must be reversed, and Europe and Africa are reversed.

With Mercury retrograde today, he might have good luck drawing cards, Osamu Dazai struggled to comfort himself.

He used to be a pessimistic person, but now he is forcefully forced by Ling Ling to be somewhat optimistic.

Ling Ling rushed to the WIFI to play "Fighting the Landlord" for Dazai Osamu, and he didn't practice washing hands and burning incense, so he just clicked the button of Shilian.

"Dangdang!" The familiar and melodious vegetable market symphony sounded again.

The sacred SSR surfaced, Ling Ling held his breath, and Osamu Dazai looked blank, witnessing the miraculous moment together.

The card was flipped open, revealing a line of small golden characters:

[ssr super imaginary spell spirit—Hundred Stories]

The author has something to say: Zai: I am in Europe? (unbelievable eyes)

Ling Ling: It turns out that "Fighting the Landlord" is the real Divine Comedy for Transit, I realized it.