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On an ordinary afternoon, it was rare for Maori Detective Agency to have no guests.

Will today's Tokyo be a day of peace?

The narrator doesn't believe it.You must know that in Ke Xue's world, murder is daily life, and the absence of anomalies is the greatest anomaly. Today's peace must reflect the occurrence of major events.

The sleeping detective Kogoro is lying on the sofa with his legs crossed watching the horse racing, his mood fluctuates with the horse racing, and the kid who lives in his house, who eats and drinks for free, is lying on the dining table doing homework.

The teenager who is a high school student on the inside is biting his pen to calculate elementary school mathematics, trying to make his correct rate match his external age.

The super kid is justified, if someone treats him as Tianshan Child Elder, Kudo Shinichi will lose face.

"Dad! I told you not to leave the beer bottles in a mess. I just went downstairs to throw out the trash. Why is the coffee table so messy?" Mao Lilan, who turned the doorknob and entered the room, sighed helplessly. She closed the door and said, "I When I went downstairs, I met a new neighbor, a face I had never seen before."

"Neighbor?" Mori Kogoro raised his head from the horse betting, "Xiao Lan, you're not talking about the 'haunted house' nearby, are you?"

"Is there someone living there?" Conan raised his head and said strangely, "I thought that room was the residence of the recognized ghosts." It has been deserted for some years.

"Someone lived there when I was a child. I remember it was a very kind old lady..." Mao Lilan said while clearing the coffee table, "The new neighbor looks as old as me, is he injured? His face is wrapped in bandages... …but he's really handsome, better looking than a star in a magazine."

Hearing Mao Lilan's words, Conan's eyes sharpened sharply: A mummy with a boyish face appeared in a haunted house. Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?

Where did the male goblin come from for his face that could be praised by Xiaolan who never cared much about beauty?

He must not be human!

"Haunted house! Has anyone lived in a haunted house?" The children of the Detective Boys gathered to share today's anecdote, and Yuan Tai said excitedly: "It is said that the old lady with the cat face lived in it, and eighteen tenants died. A dark realm of ghosts in the basement where everyone who steps into the house will be horribly cursed?!"

Hey, this is Ke Xue's world, don't just come up with strange supernatural scripts.

The real god of death, Conan, complained a few words in his heart, listening to Genta and Mitsuhiko finalize the adventure plan for tonight: walk into Ke Xuezhi and reveal the secret today!The young warrior broke into the evil ghost, and the truth of the mystery of the disappearance dreamed at midnight turned out to be

"Why do some people not turn on the lights in the middle of the night?" Guangyan held up the flashlight and carefully stepped on Yuantai's shoulders and rolled into the empty house. He coughed twice, "It's so dusty, is there really someone living here?"

"There are fresh footprints on the dust." Conan leaned over and picked up a little dust. "It should have been less than two days after moving in."

"There are spider webs in the corner... How can anyone live in this kind of house? It really is a ghost, a terrible ghost." Ayumi covered her mouth, "We walked into Mr. Ghost's room!"

"Listen to Lan... Sister Xiaolan said, she is still a very handsome ghost." Conan raised his head and used the hazy moonlight to identify the rooms on the second floor. "Only the middle room has signs of being opened."

"Is the ghost behind the door?" Yuantai stepped up the wooden stairs first.

Burrs were exposed on the long-repaired stairs, and the once solid wood was corroded by moths, and when one stepped on it, there was an unexpected sharp sound that made teeth ache.

The ear-piercing creaking sound in the silent environment froze the expressions of the four of them, and Yuan Tai's raised leg hung in the air, not daring to drop it.

"Conan, what should I do!" Genta looked at Edogawa Conan behind him with pleading eyes, with cold sweat dripping down his face.

Conan showed the classic half-moon eyes: He should listen to Haibara's words and don't go into this muddy water, and he will definitely be laughed at severely when he goes back.

Forget it, the worst thing is to be held by the ear to apologize to "Mr. Ghost", and Edogawa Conan's mistake has nothing to do with Kudo Shinichi.

Accompanied by the uncontrollable creaking sound, the four children managed to reach the second floor safely and sneakily gathered in front of the door in the middle.

"There is no light inside the door." Mitsuhiko lay down and looked into the crack of the door, "I can't see anything... Is Mr. Ghost asleep?"

It's normal not to see it. If you make eye contact with a pair of eyeballs when you lie down, the story will really change from a suspenseful mystery drama to a horror movie.

"The door is not locked." Ayumi tentatively pressed the doorknob lock, and the door opened a gap with only a small amount of effort.

"If someone really lives here, we will be scolded if we go in..." Conan reminded, Mitsuhiko raised his index finger and hissed: "Everyone is here, let's take a look."

Eternal four-character mantra: Come and come.

No one can match these four words, not even a mature high school detective.

Alright, we've pushed all the way to the door of the BOSS, we have to let them see the true face of the "ghost" before leaving.

The four children were sorted by height, one by one emerging from the door frame, like a gourd baby growing on a vine.

The moonlight in the house was sparser than that in the living room. At first, they only saw a darkness where they could not see their fingers. After their eyes adapted to the environment, they gradually saw more details.

This is not a bedroom, but a study.

The desk was facing the door, and a black figure lay motionless on the desk. The overturned ink bottle and the scattered book pages were like an autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, making the ground a mess.

"He, he, is he still alive?" Yuan Tai said as if stuck, the little boy was quite frightened, but his natural recklessness and boldness still made him take the first step, "I'll go and see."

"Wait, it's too dangerous, let's go together." Mitsuhiko grabbed Genta's arm, Ayumi held Mitsuhiko's cuff, and Conan put his hands in his pockets to show a detective's calmness towards the corpse. The grasshopper approached the lifeless figure step by step.

"Gu." Yuan Tai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he stood in front of the desk, and stretched out his hand to the "corpse" tremblingly.

Ten centimeters, twenty centimeters, it's getting closer!near!he's about to hit

"Brush!" The "corpse" that hadn't moved just now, a carp, sat up straight, its kite-colored pupils were dimmed in the darkness, and its unemotional and indifferent gaze fell from top to bottom on Yuantai who stretched out his fat paws.

"What are you guys doing?" "Corpse" asked.

"Ahhhhhhhh, you're a scam!

The screams of two men and one woman startled the little sparrows outside the window. Conan covered his ears and questioned himself for the nth time why he agreed to their haunted house adventure.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a good night's sleep with this spare time?He hates it.

With a "snap", Osamu Dazai pressed the switch of the table lamp. He rubbed his blue eyes sleepily, yawned, and said vaguely: "Break into a private house with the intention of assassinating, let's say, there is a period of three years." Or life imprisonment?"

"Huan?!" The child was shocked.

They just came to the haunted house to take a risk, why did they suddenly walk into the rule of law channel?

Is this the world of dirty adults?

The children standing blankly at the table doubting their lives did not know that their plan of action, which they thought was seamless, was exposed to Osamu Dazai from the very beginning.

As early as the moment Yuantai and Mitsuhiko discussed the expedition mission tonight, Ling Ling, who automatically captures keywords all over the world, sent an early warning.

"According to the keyword search, there will be a few thieves growing in the master's house tonight. Do you need Ling Ling to prepare cheese and mousetrap in advance?" A set of Goubuli stick method.

"Wow!" The hell three-headed dog whined twice, biting the end of the stick with its middle head, and Lingling carried it around wildly, and finally fell into the sandpit with a snap and gnawed three mouthfuls of sand.

"Thief?" Osamu Dazai, who was reading the world information given by Ling Ling, raised his eyes and looked up at the empty new residence. It was so clean that even cockroaches were dismissive. Where could a top thief find valuables here?

"Don't underestimate the thieves in this world, master." Ling Ling said seriously, "The thief industry in this world can be said to be full of talented people, just like Nanfu batteries, each battery is longer than each battery, and the battery life is long-lasting."

"What kind of weird metaphor is this..." Osamu Dazai didn't know how to complain at first, but after staying with Lingling for a long time, he was forced to learn new skills, and carried the banner of complaining with his weak shoulders.

"For example, the Heiyu family, the sons inherited the father's business, and the generations were thieves. What a touching spirit of inheritance." Lingling wiped away tears with a pink lala ball, and said passionately: "They are committed to making 'Kidd' a An international brand, exclusive trademark, infringement must be investigated, great craftsman awareness!"

A strange thief is a strange thief, since you are so moved, don't call him "thief" one by one, you black fan.

"So... Kaitou Kidd is coming to clean me up and down tonight?" Osamu Dazai asked lazily, carefully avoiding the little black dog scratching the sand, poking the dull fur on the odd part with his fingertips .

——Lingling didn't have hairs at first, but her vicious master wanted her to have one, so she manually inserted one for herself.

Self-service modeling is so convenient.

Like a reed that was overwhelmed by the wind, the dull hair stubbornly stood up again, trembling like the wires on the Teletubbies' head.Perhaps it is the effect of metaphysics, the zero-zero network speed is a little faster with the lightning rod above the head.

"That's not true, Phantom Thief Kidd only works on gems," Lingling excitedly gestured to Scissorhands, "but his half-identical twin brothers will come!"

"?" Dazai Osamu slowly put out a question mark, is it because his biology is bad?Otherwise, why can she speak such an anti-scientific term so mentally retarded so confidently?

If Ling Ling could read minds, she would definitely nod without hesitation: Yes, it's your fault, because you haven't studied biology at all!Dropouts are not qualified to bring up the esoteric knowledge that junior high school students can only touch.

"Believe me, master, I am the most scientific creation." Lingling said deeply, "Existence is truth. Look at these two people. Is it reasonable for you to say that they are not brothers?"

On the left, a handsome high school boy, and on the right, a handsome high school boy.

From the eyes, nose, eyebrows to the enlarged pores, copy and paste completely, find the hell devil level game map that the master will kneel on the spot.

"Look at their respective childhood sweethearts." Lingling opened the next page of the slideshow, "Taste, taste carefully."

There are no identical snowflakes in the world, but God says yes, and it is yes, without reason.

The evidence is conclusive and cannot be quibbled. Osamu Dazai admitted on the spot the brand-new term "identical twins with half fathers".

Osamu Dazai accepted the fact that Kaito Kid (KID)'s brother Detective Kid (KID) was coming to raid his house under the powerful fallacy that he could bring the alpha dog into the ditch, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

Four kids, one false and three true, he can drive them to the bottom of the ground with a few words. It just so happens that I am tired of takeaway recently, and it is OK to go to the "protagonist of the world" for a change of taste.

The purpose of Lingling and Osamu Dazai coming to this world is to "gather style and materials".

Only the most exciting experiences can write the most shocking words, Osamu Dazai's heart is eager to make things happen.

Is there anyone more troublesome than the "protagonist" in this world?

Come and come, you have to play a big game before you go.