Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

A chair was dragged from nowhere, and the three of them sat down in the dissecting room with a strange atmosphere in the underworld, with blank faces.

In front of them, Akutagawa, a gloomy man wearing a black dress unreasonably reminiscent of a vampire duke, behind him in the shadows, Rashomon, a dark claw with supernatural powers, aggressively stretched out.

Peel a rabbit apple in a show.

Mind you, it's a real rabbit apple, not a crude version with apple fur scrambled into bunny ears.

The sharp dagger was flying flexibly, reflecting dazzling snow light from time to time.In the flickering of the knife, the lifelike rabbit gradually took shape, from the soft and drooping long ears to the little fur ball behind the buttocks.

In a short while, the Apple Lop Eared Rabbit is finished.

Rashomon handed the rabbit carefully to Dazai.However, as soon as it touched Dazai's palm, the black sharp claws melted silently like snow.

"Mr. Dazai, this is the apple peeling exercise you mentioned last time." Akutagawa said with a serious expression, "I can already do it."

"Not bad, Akutagawa, his control over supernatural powers has gone up to a new level."

Dazai unceremoniously bit off the rabbit's head.

"When we worked so hard to break through the haunted house, you took a nap here, and even ate apples, don't you think you are too leisurely, Dazai!" Kunikida said angrily.

"Eh? Then let Akutagawa peel one for you." Dazai was still biting the apple.

"Is this an Apple problem!"

It can only be said that it is fortunate that Kunikida does not have a pen in his hand at the moment.

"Everyone, the haunted house experience is all over here, and you can leave the scene through that door." Akutagawa turned his head, glanced at the crowd expressionlessly, and paused for a moment on Nakajima Atsushi, "Or just take off the bracelet. "

"Take off the bracelet?" Jinghua opened her eyes wide, looking rather cute.She was the first to remove the white bracelet from her wrist.

"……what."

The little girl was stunned.

Surrounded by strange colored spotlights and bottles and cans, blood stains were artistically splashed everywhere—even the blood stains on Dazai's body disappeared immediately.

Pale lights shone from overhead, white walls, white hospital beds, and white furnishing tables and chairs... The scene immediately changed from a spooky abandoned hospital to a genuine lounge.

She immediately noticed that Dazai's bracelet had disappeared.

That's right, the client was just sleeping comfortably on the bed in the lounge.

Dazai recalled: "After being dragged into the water by the monster, I came to this room in a blink of an eye. After wandering around twice, I met Akutagawa, chatted for a while and then fell asleep."

"You really slept soundly!" Atsushi Nakajima complained subconsciously, "So, is this part of the setting? If you are captured by a monster on the edge of the Sanzu River, you will terminate the action early. Here Stay until the end of the game."

"Actually, it is possible to fail in every level and be sent here."

The one who made the sound was Yuri who pushed the door in. She looked around curiously at the detective agency members who seemed a little sluggish because of the fright.

"As the first batch of tourists in this museum, how is your experience?"

This question seems simple, but it is very difficult to answer.

Should it be "Great, thanks to you, we're scared to death" or should it be "Nice set up, but it doesn't scare our Armed Detective Agency"?

Kunikida pushed his eyes, took out his beloved Ideal Notebook, and resolutely chose the third option: "Miss Yuri, we are very interested in your abilities... Or, it should be said that it does not belong to the category of abilities. some kind of illusion?"

"Ah, huh? Prohibition of inquiring about commercial secrets." Yuri blinked mysteriously, "But even Dazai can't break it, isn't that obvious?"

"Yuri..." Dazai approached with a resentful expression on his face, "I was surprised that you never mentioned your abilities."

"Don't get so close, Chuya will beat you when he sees it." Yuri pushed his face away very mercilessly.

"Speaking of slugs..." Dazai pondered for a moment, his expression suddenly became excited, "I have a few ideas for improving the haunted house, which can definitely improve the experience of tourists to another level."

"How scary is it to raise another level?" Atsushi Nakajima showed a very refusal expression, "I think it's enough! Don't improve any more! Please!"

"It's not enough." Dazai shook his finger, "We should make 'can be scared to tears' as a rigid standard."

"... Dazai, your thoughts are dangerous."

Although he said so, Yuri couldn't help but see Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes watery, and then he had to force himself to show a fearless look... Oops, Oops, I kind of want to see...

However, Yuri's rationality caught her in time.

"Calm down, if he gets scared my haunted house won't exist anymore. Or at least he'll trample all my props into trash?"

If you think about it, it's really dangerous.Well, including today Atsushi Nakajima and Akutagawa almost got into a fight.If it weren't for the fact that the person lying on the hospital bed happened to be Dazai, the consequences would be really hard to say.

"Well, it's such a happy decision! From now on, we will no longer accept people with supernatural powers!"

"Eh? It's okay for a harmless supernatural being like me, right? He also said that he wants to come to the water to play often."

Dazai sighed in disappointment.

"Did you say entering the water just now? Is it the word entering the water?"

Dun Dun, who is full-time complaining, subconsciously took over the quarrel.

"... Dazai, you will die if you drown in my illusion? If your brain thinks that you are really unable to breathe in water, your body will respond accordingly to drowning."

"Is there such a good thing?" Dazai replied without thinking.

As a result, Yuri kicked out the troublesome Dazai.

However, at least she listened to his advice and decided to design a coherent story setting for the haunted house.

"Making up stories... I don't seem to be very good at this."

Yuli bit her pen and thought hard for a long time, and then crossed out the scribbled drafts one by one.

"All, if it goes according to the plan, the next one should be a script killing shop, right? That is also a facility that must have the support of writers and provide various scripts to operate."

"...Well, that's right. If you have difficulties in this area, you can consider increasing the priority of the board game store? All you need is a warm environment, tea and snacks, and all kinds of ready-made board games. It’s opened. Yuri, the largest landowner on Saihachi Street, you don’t even need to pay the rent and you can open it directly.”

The system is very serious in making suggestions for the reasons.

"That's right."

Yuli dropped the pen and fell on the bed, letting her body sink into the soft mattress.

"But the resource requirements in this area should be planned early..."

Through the tulle curtains, the afternoon sun falls comfortably on the wooden floor, and the gentle reflection makes the ceiling shine brightly.

Yuri stared at the ceiling in a daze, and suddenly thought of the long-forgotten card drawing system.

Strange to say, although Xinghei Soma, Sakamoto and Chihiro little angel all came to Leibo Street by drawing cards, but as the relationship between them deepened day by day, Yuri did not want to continue to use this method of drawing cards Come and make new friends.

That's right, a friend, not a tool man.

Anyway, I don't think it's that sincere.

And there are Akutagawa brothers and sisters and others around, so the manpower is enough.

No, it's purely because the author is too lazy to write too many plots.

But since there is nothing to do now, and there is a rigid demand, why not try hard?

Yuri clasped her hands together and prayed slowly.

Can the almighty Kachi give her a literary hero?

There are not many requirements, as long as you can write novels.

"Uh... that... you can ask for anything you want, but Wenhao really doesn't have this."

The system was silent for a while, and finally had no choice but to say suggestively: "Have you ever thought that Wen Hao is actually by your side?"

"Beside me? Who are you talking about?"

Yuri, who knows nothing about the Japanese literary world, is fearless and starts talking nonsense.

"First get rid of Chuya. Then, look at Dazai Akutagawa and his group, which ones seem to be able to write novels hahahahahahahaha."

"If you don't believe it, then it's gone! Anyway, the world's literary world is finished, and it's impossible to draw cards."

The system gave up explaining and simply gave up on itself.

"However, there must be someone who can help you, so you might as well give it a try."

After another 10 minutes of ideological struggle, Yuli took a deep breath, clicked on the draw card interface, and tentatively clicked a single draw.

A burst of dazzling golden light flashed, and a tall figure appeared vaguely in it.

Then what, at least one person is drawn!

Sure enough, a miracle alone!

The light completely dissipated, and Yuri looked up at the person in front of him in a daze.

First of all, there is no doubt that this is a handsome mixed-race guy with light blond hair and wheat-colored skin. He is also wearing an instantly recognizable cafe overalls.

None of the above labels are unique, but there is a slight dissonance between his blue eyes with a scrutinizing expression and his gentle and polite business smile, which makes people feel a little concerned.

Yuri, who came back to his senses, wanted to sigh.

...Well, you see, this is obviously a talent in the management department.

"It's the first time we met, I'm Jiang Gu Ling, please give me more advice."

The handsome guy nodded politely.

"Are you a clerk in a cafe?" She blinked her eyes curiously, "What skills do you have? Besides making coffee?"

"I know some cooking skills and can also act as a driver."

Yuli asked without hope: "But I have no plan to continue to open a restaurant for the time being. Instead, I want to open a haunted house, a script store, etc. I need some script stories, preferably in the direction of horror and suspense... What do you have? Do you have an idea?"

"Oh?"

The handsome guy raised his head, but he didn't see clearly the expression at that moment.

"Coincidentally, my amateur career is a private detective. I know some old stories, which may come in handy."

Eh?