Write well, don't fight

"Don't you understand? A detective doesn't need to do investigations and the like. Once I use my [Super Reasoning] ability, it will be clear who the culprit was, when, and with what method."

The man in the short cloak had messy hair and said triumphantly: "Not only that, where to find the evidence, how to interrogate the prisoner to confess, everything comes to mind like a revelation!"

The smile on the corner of his mouth was very smug, and the police department in front of him immediately took a step back and refuted loudly.

"Stop fooling me, you kid thinks you are a god!"

"If we really have this ability, all our police officers will be laid off."

"Exactly." The man squinted his eyes and spread his hands with a smile, "It seems that your comprehension ability has finally caught up."

The police department's face was ferocious, and the veins were exposed, making it impossible for anyone to suspect that he would tear the brazen man in front of him with his hands in the next second.

"Okay, Mr. Detective, please calm down." Osamu Dazai, who had just been salvaged from the river, stepped between the two of them with a smile to smooth things over, "Mr. Ranpo has always been like this."

"My motto is [If it suits me, everything is fine!]"

With one hand stretched forward and five fingers spread apart, the man with his hips akimbo proudly raised his head and laughed, the words in his mouth were full of arrogance that no one could look down upon.

This is the first time I have seen such a simple motto...

Atsushi Nakajima twitched the corner of his mouth silently.

Osamu Dazai [motto]: Suicide with a clear and full of vigor.

Nakajima Atsushi [motto]: Isn’t it good as long as you can live.

It seems that the motto of the two of you is not quite right...

Seeming to be really irritated, the police department yelled coldly: "Since you have said this, let me see your so-called ability."

"Oh, is this a commission?"

"Yes, if it fails, it will be a disgraceful entrustment!" The police department clasped their hands together and sneered, "60 seconds, do you want me to time it?"

Edogawa Ranbu smiled: "Don't be so troublesome."

Osamu Dazai who didn't know when he came to the side of the white-haired boy whispered, "Atsu-kun, watch carefully, this is the ability to be the backbone of a detective agency."

"Mr. Ranpo's [Ability to discern the truth]"

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After successfully finding out the prisoner and getting the truth after interrogation, a few people from the detective agency stood at the gate of the police station, and the police department in overcoats was silent for a few seconds before hesitating to speak.

"...Thank you for your help."

The policeman glanced at Edogawa Ranpo who was squinting and smiling, and turned his head away: "Also... how should I put it... I'm sorry for doubting your ability..."

"The actual reasoning ability of a unique reasoning novelist who can write "The Chair in the World" is really not ordinary. I will contact you again if there are difficult cases in the future."

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, did he hear something just now...

What mystery novelist...

Suddenly, thinking of something, he hurriedly turned around, and silently asked the brown-haired man with his eyes: Is that what I thought...

Osamu Dazai also replied with his eyes: That's right, Atsushi-kun, it's exactly what you think.

……

It was the same as usual, thin clouds embedded in the blue sky, and the detective agency was harmonious.The girl with the curly hair is sitting on the chair, holding the books and flipping through them one by one as always.

"After reading it...it seems that there is no book..."

The girl suddenly raised her head and said a very ordinary... very ordinary words.

Crowd: ...!

(Yaoshou! There was an earthquake and there was no text. Help!)

This sentence created a scene that was not much compared to Dr. Yosano saying that he was going to go shopping, the only exception was that Yosano Akiko was also one of the people who ran away at this time.

After a period of turmoil, only a man with messy hair happily eating thick snacks was left in the detective agency.

The girl stood up slowly, her warm orange eyes looked around the club, and stopped on the only man without any surprise.

Edogawa Ranpo: Still eating snacks and not paying any attention to the coming crisis.

"Mr. Edogawa Ranpo, the spiritual leader and mainstay of Japanese reasoning literature, the father of detective mystery novels, Mr. Edogawa Ranpo who presents a terrifying inhuman world with strange and fantasy words!"

The girl rushed over and held the hands of the man who hadn't wiped off the crumbs. The man was squinting at the girl who was clearly suffering from a book famine. Brilliance, the whole person is shining.

"Here, human beings are completely different from what we usually see with the naked eye. They are wonderful creatures. They are nothing more than voices, snorts, footsteps, clothes rubbing, and a few round and elastic pieces of flesh. I can feel them with my skin. Instead of visually identifying everyone. Some people are fat and fat, like touching rotten fish, while others are so skinny that they look like skeletons."

"The plot is complicated and confusing, with strong suspense. It is not only full of strange and treacherous atmosphere, but also has reasonable reasoning and judgment. It not only takes absurd and fantasy romance as the main theme of creation, but also deeply grasps the psychology of the characters. The reasoning is rigorous and impeccable. When will you write "The Chair in the World" for me to read!"

The power of words hit the heart of the man with messy hair without any deviation, ah!This dwarf-like world can actually give birth to such an extremely intelligent genius like me, I can only wake up the heads of those idiots through words!Pen!Paper!I want to write a book!I want to write mystery novels!Let the idiots in this world take a good look at the crushing from high IQ! ! ! "

When the members of the detective agency who counted the time and thought they had escaped came back to the agency, they found that Mr. Edogawa Ranpo, the pillar of the detective agency who usually only likes to eat snacks and play small marbles, was multiplying his usual work attitude by a hundred times. Writing novels with seriousness and fanaticism...

Atsushi Nakajima, who learned the reason behind this paragraph: ...Okay, next time he must stay away from Ms. Wei Xia, if even such a smart Mr. Ranpo is recruited...

"By the way, Ton-kun, Mr. Ranpo is not a capable person!"

Osamu Dazai dropped a bomb in a calm manner, causing the white-haired boy to open his mouth wide.

"When Mr. Ranpo used his 'ability' just now, I quietly pinched a strand of his hair."

……

"Then..." Atsushi Nakajima stammered, "Miss Wei Xia's ability is only effective for people with different abilities? Why would Mr. Ranpo..."

"Oh, Atsushi-kun, I didn't say that Weixia's ability is only effective for people with different abilities." Dazai Osamu raised an index finger with a smile, "So far, it is effective for people with different abilities, but there are also people with different abilities. Such a special case, Mr.

"Then... Miss Wei Xia's ability..."

"Probably, this is a set of criteria that Weixia judged himself." Osamu Dazai put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and said with a smile, "Maybe, we all have the potential to become literary giants."

……

Atsushi Nakajima silently cast half-moon eyes, with an expression of disbelief: "How is it possible..."

Back at the detective agency, Nakajima Atsushi just wanted to tell everyone that the mission was completed, when he found that the messy-haired man who had stepped into the door of the detective agency suddenly turned around and left without warning.

Atsushi Nakajima: ...?

A familiar clear voice unique to girls sounded: "I finished reading today's book again, there are no more books..."

(Subtext: ...you're dying, you're out of food, you're about to lose your hand, help me!)

Looking at the crowd rushing out of the door, the white-haired boy who reacted a little too late stiffened, and suddenly put the girl's white hands on his shoulders: "Mr. Nakajima..."

Atsushi Nakajima silently cast a distressing look at the only brown-haired man who could save him: Mr. Dazai... help!

Osamu Dazai ran away happily, not forgetting to raise his hand to give him a thumbs up: "It's up to you, Dun-jun, to keep going!"

Atsushi Nakajima: Want to cry but have no tears... Help...