Writer saves the world

The air in the bookstore was so quiet that it became transparent for a moment.

Edogawa Ranpo's eyes were bright and dazzlingly dark green.

He stared straight at Erye Tingming, after the usual intelligence world was emptied, the blank non-human beings in front of his eyes were like some kind of weirdness without form.

After a while, he curled his lips and leaned back heavily on the back of the chair.

"It's an aggressive method, it's too old-fashioned." Edogawa Ranpo complained loudly, "What kind of outdated taste is this?"

Erye Tingming accepted this evaluation right as a compliment, and said with a smile: "But it's very useful, isn't it?"

Edogawa ranpo and said angrily, "I don't care, I don't want to write any observation diary, it's too stupid, too stupid, too stupid!"

"Ranpo——" Fukuzawa Yukichi tried to stop his tantrum detective, but was immediately caught by Edogawa Ranpo, "If I write it, you must write it too!"

A smart detective, seeing Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression and tone, knows that he will most likely not be able to escape the fate of writing an observation diary. Lost in my stupid head.

"Write together, write together!" Edogawa shouted in disorder, focusing on Erye Tingming, the culprit, "You also want to write together!"

Erye Tingming blinked, and his face was filled with the innocence of Chi Yu, "I just made a suggestion. If you are really not good at writing, you can change your method, such as painting or music appreciation. People always have good skills and Things that are not good at, even gods can’t be omniscient.”

Edogawa Ranpo showed even more distaste for his words, "It's another aggressive method, can you have something new." He dragged the end of the sound like a cat annoyed at people, "Also, I definitely wrote super Alright! The heads of those stupid guys are nothing but straw, and Lord Ranpo can see clearly at a glance!"

He pushed his glasses, filled with self-confidence from head to toe, and challenged Erye Tingming: "If you don't believe me, compare me, Lord Ranpo must be a hundred times stronger than you, a stinky monster—no, A thousand times!"

The young man was still secretly resenting Erye Tingming's expulsion of half of his membership, and kicked Erye Tingming into the ranks of monsters with a single mouth.

Erye Tingming laughed, "Forget it, just think of me as a monster." He was always more tolerant of minor troubles, but he was not ready to accept the challenge of Edogawa Ranpo, "I am neither human , and I’m not going to be a human being, let me read people’s hearts or something.”

Talking about his thoughts, he quickly used Oda Sakunosuke who was not there as a shield, "Speaking of which, the kid who lives with me likes literature quite a bit. If you want, you can talk to him. I remember him talking to You are about the same age, you are... 13 years old this year?"

Erye Tingming threw a question to Edogawa Ranpo, and Edogawa Ranpo answered without thinking: "Xu Sui is already 14 years old!"

"That's Thirteen." Erye Tingming nodded, "Oda is one year older than you and wants to be a family in the future, but he has always been embarrassed to show me what he wrote, and he may still feel that there is a generation gap with me. Well . . . I think he'd be very pleased if you'd like to read him some time."

Young people are always reluctant to share their teenage thoughts with adults, but they don't have any worries about exchanging articles with their peers.Futaba Tingming saw that Oda Sakunosuke brought a thick stack of manuscript paper when he moved. To be honest, he was so greedy that he couldn't bear it to death.

It smelled like tempura at a stall late at night, and it was so greedy for a book that I swallowed it.

Tingming Erye brought the topic of Ranpo Edogawa to Sakunosuke Oda with a few words, and also introduced Chuya Nakahara by the way. The well-behaved cub who likes fairy tales and poetry and music sounds like someone else's child. Ranpo Edogawa left behind the image of a little bookworm with round glasses and watermelon head.

Maybe he'll still wear that little suit with a tie, like the kids he saw in rich neighborhoods when he was a postman.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't like those little devils who look down on people behind the surface, and immediately jumped up and wanted to leave. He didn't even want to buy manuscript paper in Futaba Teimaki's bookstore, and dragged Fukuzawa Yukichi along with him. out the door.

Fukuzawa Yukichi said goodbye to Fukuzawa Tingming hurriedly, and at the same time borrowed "Rashomon" that Fukuzawa Tingming gave them as a reference.

It's just... pretty good, and he wants to go back and read it carefully.

Edogawa ran out of the store several meters away before turning around and waving goodbye to Futaba Tingming, "Just wait for Ranpo-sama's perfect masterpiece!"

Erye Tingming waved his hands twice in response, and said loudly: "Wu is not here this time, next time ask him to buy you dessert to apologize."

He originally called Gojo Satoru after he discovered Edogawa Ranpo's appearance, but Xia Youjie was by his side as a staff officer. He didn't show up and bombarded him with dozens of text messages, complaining that Erye Tingming was his guardian, but his elbow was pointed at the monster cat outside.

——Thank you for the invitation, Erye Tingming really can't give birth to such a big six eyes with a book.

Because he was in a happy mood after digging up the beets, Erye Tingming temporarily let Gojo Satoru go.He can understand that it is more difficult for teenagers of this age to bow their heads and apologize than to kill them, but admitting mistakes is also an essential part of growth, especially Gojo Satoru, who has a serious lack of frustration education and has no sense of proportion. Now he will not learn to admit mistakes In the future, he will be beaten by life.

Erye Tingming thought about it and then jumped to the news from Xia Youjie, saying that he and Gojo Satoru had successfully hooked up with Natsume Soseki, and Natsume Soseki also attached great importance to this young conjurer who offered to come to his door , gave them a lot of useful opinions and suggestions.

In and out of the words, Xia Youjie seemed to admire Natsume Soseki quite a lot.

Erye Tingming clicked off the complaining text messages sent by Wutiao Wu one by one, and then answered Wutiao Wu's call because he didn't reply to the message, and showed a happy smile because of it.

If this development continues, Natsume Soseki will be able to throw the blame for educating bear children in the future.

——On the road of life, the lost little fox who relies on his own groping meets the experienced, sleek and angular old fox, and the little fox struggles to pull the willful and childish big cat with super-strength fighting power, even if it is to gather the power of conjurers into the country Under control, Natsume Soseki will do his best to teach Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru, so that they can support the government's new magic affairs department, and attract more young and outstanding new recruits from the magic world to jump over.

There is no need for the old ones, because their temples are too small to offer large Buddhas.

"As for that Lord Tianyuan—" Wujo Wu mentioned that the spiritual leader of the magic world spoke in such a strange tone that Xia Youjie knocked on him to tell him to restrain himself.They are still in the stage of working underground, and the right way is to be low-key and develop in secret. Don't see the sunshine that is getting rid of the magic world and start to shine brightly.

He didn't attack very lightly, Erye Tingming could even hear something on the phone.

Erye Tingming waited for the commotion over there for a while, and then said: "If it's Mr. Tian Yuan, maybe I can do something."

"Hey!" Gojo Satoru immediately asked, "Is there another friend of yours who wants to introduce us?"

Erye Tingming said: "No, it's just a gentleman I'm going to visit in two days... I'll tell you the details if I come up with some results. That gentleman has a weird temper, so I'm not sure. "

Gojo Wujo waved his hand boldly, "It doesn't matter if it's okay, anyway, I will kill that old guy one day anyway!"

"Enlightenment!" Xia Youjie covered his forehead, and helplessly gave Ye Mo Zhengdao on the podium a look that the child is sick, please forgive me.Fortunately, this class is Teacher Ye Moth's class. If Wu says something disrespectful, he will be called to preach at most.

Xia Youjie put on a straight face, looking like he was really going to get angry, and Gojo Satoru had to tuck his tail a little bit.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore." Gojo Satoru made a movement of zipping his mouth, and at the same time tilted his chair back into Xia Youjie's desk unhappily, and hung up the phone with a snap.

The only one who was listening to the lecture was Rui Nizi, who turned a blind eye to the boy's small movements in class, and his appearance of concentrating on the class moved Noctua Zhengdao very much.

Then he saw Jiarui Jiazi bowed his head and wrote a note, and threw it on Xia Youjie's desk in a ball.

He was upright and upright, and the fist-sized ball of paper was afraid that he would not see it.

"You! Give it all to me! Go out and stand for punishment!"

Noctua Zhengdao slapped the podium and let out a roar, startled...

——Gojo Satoru picked out his ears and yawned.

……

Tingming Erye didn't know about the short story of respecting teachers and respecting Tao that happened in not so far away Tokyo, and he didn't care much when Gojo Satoru hung up the phone. He packed up the drink bottles left by Ranpo Edogawa and took the book Sit down, turn on the computer and start typing.

Erye Tingming's typing speed is very fast, and he can quickly get started with text-related things. He can complete typing a book in one afternoon, and even did a simple page layout.

The original copies of the books in the castle tower are very old and cannot withstand frequent reading by too many people. Erye Tingming has been entering the books into the computer one after another, and looking for a printing factory to print them while keeping the electronic files.Because he has passed the official path for all the books in the castle tower, and can apply for government publishing subsidies. Even if the printing batch is small, the price will not be too expensive, and the corresponding book prices will not need to be too high.

Everyone is not rich these days, and spending hundreds or thousands of yen on books is quite a luxury, and more people would rather spend a little more to buy brand new plastic-covered books than to buy cheaper old books that are yellowed and wrinkled in wrapping paper. new book.

When the sun went down, Oda Sakunosuke and Nakahara Chuya came back, and there were only a few leaflets they took out.Oda Sakunosuke stopped by to bring some side dishes and buns for dinner, and Nakahara kept talking about his wonderful experience of handing out leaflets while eating.

In the beginning, he was anxious because he couldn't send it out, and then how he mustered up the courage to block the passers-by. Some strangers were fierce and others were kind to him.Others said that it was pitiful for him and Sakunosuke Oda to come out to work at such a young age. They insisted on giving him money, and Nakahara Nakaya was not good at refusing. The embarrassing look of blushing and waving his hands not only did not refuse the money stuffed into his hands, but also His face was touched and his hair was messed up, so he had no choice but to return the library card that was hidden in his pocket with a cut corner, saying that he would use the money as a savings for their future borrowing of books.

Zhong Yuanzhong also emphasized the number and characteristics of the library card to Erye Tingming, "The upper left corner is cut a little crookedly, and the upper part looks sunken. The number is 027, zero-two-seven-!"

"Okay, okay, 027, I know." Futaba Tingming said, picking out the green onion that Oda Sakunosuke stuffed into his bowl.

Oda Sakunosuke was removing the chicken from the Beijing green onion chicken skewer for Chuya Nakahara to eat, and he put the remaining green onions into Futaba Tingming's bowl.Erye Tingming picked out the green onions from the bowl again, and the uneaten green onions were lying on the table, glistening with oil.

Nakahara Chuya swallowed the delicious grilled chicken in his mouth, and suddenly sighed, "Onion, no one eats it, how pitiful. (ネギなんで, たべたいひとな, かわいそう)"

If onion is barely regarded as a season language, it is actually a haiku with a neat five-seven-five format.

"Chuya!" Erye Tingming made a surprised voice when he saw the little beets blooming, "You can write poetry!"

"We're geniuses too!"