The forum wrote the Shura field script for the real wine

[New Chapter Amusement Park Chapter 2/5] The hot posts on the forum were refreshed as soon as it aired.

[High school student detectives are famous Ke yyds!Sakurai Tsuki's popularity is due to our mom who wrote detective scripts for high school students~]

[It's too early to be happy upstairs...the new chapter has three episodes yet to air, Sakurai Tsuki is only the protagonist of the first two episodes, and the next three episodes will definitely be highlighted by Brother Mao or Touzi who has a mission, who doesn't know The routine of the animation team - isn't the newcomer just for attracting attention?Evergreen hot men are king! 】

[Stop arguing, the main feature film is out! 】

In the ward with the smell of disinfectant, a black-haired young man with a ventilator and gauze over his left eye was lying peacefully on a spotless hospital bed.

His breathing and exhalation are closely related to the instruments that are constantly operating at the bedside, and the transparent drips flow from the long catheter into his pale and fragile skin and blood vessels.

Gin was sitting on the sofa beside him, the cold light in the dark night coated his silver hair with the moonlight, and the vision under the brim of his hat was sharp and dangerous. He stared at a hard disk on the table, then sneered, and put the The hard drive smashed to the ground.

His coming to Cointreau's ward was like coming to a silent mausoleum, and he didn't need to respect those souls who had rested. He smoked a cigar wantonly in this peaceful ward.

Vodka pushed the door open, "Brother, the doctor said that Cointreau's condition no longer requires treatment. You are his relatives in the legal sense, and you can sign an agreement to unplug the ventilator."

Gin exhaled a puff of white smoke, and the smoke rings were like suspicious points in the mist, floating in the air and turning into nothingness, unable to be grasped and grasped.

He held the cigar between his slender fingers, and walked slowly towards the hospital bed that looked like a cemetery to him.

The leather shoes clacked lightly on the tiled floor, the hem of the coat was hooked with the hot and confused smell of the cigar, everything about the silver-haired man was approaching.

Only there is no-heart, real emotion.

The instrument that was running slowly suddenly made a beeping sound, and Gin noticed that Cointreau's fingers moved.

Vodka was shocked, and the medical staff who arrived quickly started first aid.

"The patient is in critical condition now! Who are the relatives of the patient?"

Gin stood there indifferently, not responding to the calls of the medical staff.

The medical staff were well-trained to push Cointreau's hospital bed to the operating room, and accompanied by the sound of fatal instruments, something fell from Cointreau's hospital bed.

Vodka picked it up, and it turned out to be a white rabbit doll, and the rabbit doll was soft all over, and its neck was tilted to one side when it was held in the hand.

It was supposed to be a cute and fluffy doll, but the pink pupils looked so charming in the dark night, captivating and chilling.

Marvel at the innocence and loveliness of his appearance, and be horrified by his cold-blooded and dirty inside.

Gin took the doll that Vodka picked up, and he saw that the rabbit doll turned out to have pink pupils, and the pink was as bright as cherry blossoms in full bloom, and it was so rotten that it made him sick.

Gin pressed the burning cigar on the snow-white rabbit doll, but in a short while, the rabbit doll was burnt with a hole, and was thrown aside in tatters, describing it as pitiful.

But those pink pupils are still as bright as a pink lake.

If you look at it for a long time, you will fall into it until you drown.

Gin sat in the car and closed his eyes, there seemed to be a pink ball of light lingering around him in the darkness, leading him back to six years ago.

There was a sound of treading on the corridor of the Japanese-style wooden house. At the corner of the night and the bright lights, a boy in a kimono walked slowly on clogs with a rabbit doll in his arms.

Immediately, the boy was pierced through the head by a bullet flying from a distance, and fell down on the corridor in an instant without making a sound.

After a while, a black-haired boy also wearing a kimono came from the hiding place. He picked up the blood-stained rabbit doll and held it in his arms like a treasure.

Then, Gin Jiu saw himself standing in front of the black-haired boy six years ago.

The dark-haired teenager sat on the sofa and played with the bloody rabbit doll, handing him the documents he got from the boy.

Qin Jiu turned around immediately after getting the document, but was dragged back.

In his cold and haughty gaze was the white face of the black-haired boy, the weird pink pupils, and the arc of smile at the corner of the blood-smeared mouth.

The boy's voice was in the period of voice change, with that unique hoarseness and astringency. He kissed the eyeballs of the rabbit doll in front of the gin.

He kissed emotionally but greenly, his eyes hidden in arrogance and obsession kept staring at Gin Jiu's cold eyes that didn't move at all.

He said: "This is the doll you gave me, and its pupils are also pink. The only compliment you ever said to me was—your pupils are beautiful."

Gin was startled suddenly.

At this moment, he was in the Porsche, Vodka didn't see anything unusual about the gin, and he stared at the scene outside the car window.

"Brother, Yoshidaichi entered the amusement park."

[I rely on—my pants take off!The main feature film is really good, and the animation group adds chicken legs!Sihasha, this is a good buy for gin stocks. 】

[Pseudo-bone. Section social security, okay?]

[Mina-sang, the point is not that Cointreau just went online because Xiao Ming fainted?Who do you want? 】

[Of course adults must be allin! 】

[The reality is - Cointreau is about to officially offline TT, and the animation team's memory kill is the last big sword. 】

After Akira Sakurai heard the second explosion at the radio station, the system tone sounded immediately.

[Congratulations to the host for reaching a 26% matching degree, and the forum rewards you with 5% awakening value.At this moment, your original recovery value is -45%. 】

[Thinking about everything, your original body is about to be discarded by the animation team. 】

Akira Sakurai was a little tinnitus stimulated by the explosion. He laughed indulgently, and at the end of the laugh he became dizzy due to excessive excitement.

He frowned, his face was painful, but he still smiled, "I want to find someone, I want to find someone! I will definitely go back to find him..."

Akira Sakurai staggered out of the radio station, letting the cell phone in his pocket ring non-stop, he annoyed and smashed the cell phone to the trash can on the side.

Immediately he passed out.

In a coma, he came to the Void World and watched the main feature film with the users on the forum.

The broken rabbit doll has long drooping ears, and a big hole has been burned on the chest by the cigar, exposing the white cotton wool inside, so holy and broken.

Akira Sakurai knelt in nothingness, staring at the nothingness under him with wide eyes.

The high-level forums are frantically swiping about whether his original body and vest should coexist in the animation. It is the forums that give him the script and a second life, but he is the one who squanders and how to use it all.

Akira Sakurai raised his head in an instant, and he smiled and stared at the forum where he was discussed, manipulated, and peeped at him.

Every comment on the forum was reflected in his face.

[The animation team decided to abandon Cointreau, this decision is the right one. 】

[The forum shouldn’t have written the resurrection IF script for Akira Sakurai in the first place. Now the vest script and the resurrection script are a mess, and it’s impossible for the animation team to take care of both scripts. 】

[And Akira Sakurai is more inclined to the vest script, don't you see that he wants to destroy himself? 】

Sakurai Akira's pink pupils reflected these words that controlled everything about him, he tilted his head and smiled, and the corners of his eyes were bent like bright moons, but they burst out with burning cold flames.

He spoke softly, as easily as he was talking to a group of friends, "How do you know I'm going to self-destruct?"

Akira Sakurai's words were full of surprise and disbelief, but his expression was contemptuous and arrogant.

Sakurai Akira woke up from a coma, he covered his face, suddenly laughed silently, and then laughed sarcastically again.

As long as he wakes up from nothingness, he is in the script written by the forum, and his original body will slowly die in the mainline animation.

Originally, he could resurrect the original body by completing the task of the vest script, but he played it off.

Not only does he not care, the animation team doesn't plan to draw him anymore.

This is the new rebirth.

A complete script for high school students is about to be born, and Cointreau, who is a real wine, will gradually be forgotten.

After Akira Sakurai came out of the lounge, he rummaged through the trash can for the cell phone he had thrown into it.

He was in a happy mood, humming a song while searching by the trash can.

A tall figure approached him, Sakurai Akira wiped the phone he picked up and put it in his pocket, then looked up at Okiya Subaru who was walking over.

Okiya Subaru didn't expect that he just happened to pass by, and found Akira Sakurai who had disappeared after coma, but he was actually looking through the trash can?

Okiya Subaru pushed his glasses, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Akira Sakurai curled his lips and said innocently: "The front accidentally fell next to the trash can."

Okiya Subaru was shocked, of course he couldn't believe it.

But Akira Sakurai changed the subject, "Did Conan find any clues?"

Sakurai Akira and Okiya Subaru came to the venue where the second explosion.bomb.bomb.bomb.

This is the exhibition hall on the north side of the amusement park, which is used to sell and display souvenirs.

Many tourists once complained about a parade agency under the name of this amusement park, and the travel agency refused to change after repeated admonitions, and forced tourists to spend more and more.

There was even a dispute.

A child of a tourist developed asthma after falling into the water and died of a respiratory infection a few days later.

Akira Sakurai watched the police search the venue where the bomb exploded, and he subconsciously asked, "What do you think these two things are related to?"

Okiya Subaru also replied subconsciously: "Tourists think that the accidental death of their children is the fault of the person in charge of the travel agency of Suwei Corpse Meal or the amusement park that did not carry out emergency rescue measures in time."

Akira Sakurai found out about the travel itinerary of this travel agency: Once entering the amusement park, he first takes tourists into the commercial building for consumption, and then enters the exhibition hall to wander around. There is very little time for free play, and most of the time is forced arranged.

And the last schedule is to go to the aquarium.

The tourist's child accidentally fell into the water while interacting with seals on stage in the aquarium.

Okiya Subaru folded his arms and rested his chin, and stared at Akira Sakurai with interest, "You have a strong ability to control information, and you can accurately grasp other people's emotions and psychology."

Akira Sakurai raised his eyelids, but he didn't think Subaru Okiya's words were complimenting him.

"That's because I'm sure that my reasoning is correct. The suspect detonated the bomb according to the space sequence arranged by the travel agency."

Sakurai Akira paused, and he turned his head to look into the distance, "If the police don't catch the suspect out of the crowd, he will detonate the third place."

Okiya Subaru's narrowed eyes were filled with unclear light, he continued what he hadn't finished, and said in a low voice, "You have a strong desire to control others, but you are very weak to yourself. No, it should be you Your nerves are very sensitive. You have been standing on a tight string, but now you choose to jump off. Did you give up?"

Akira Sakurai's pupils trembled, and then he narrowed his pink pupils and smiled, "Mr. Subaru, what are you trying to say?"

Okiya Subaru tilted his head indifferently, "I said I would defuse bombs."