As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

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Right now, on the other side.

"Sister??!" The little girl who was lying in front of the computer looked at the figure slowly emerging in front of her eyes, and said involuntarily.

Conan, who heard the sound, pushed open the door, looked at the figure solidified by the white mist in horror, held his glasses, and said with a trembling voice, "...Miss Mingmei??!"

Tremblingly, he picked up his three views that had been shattered all over the floor.

what?This is absolutely unscientific, right? ? !

This is a ghost, right? ! !

Conan's shocked question mark was full of helplessness.

The white mist that has been completely condensed into a solid body now looks exactly like Akemi Miyano.

Minmei opened her eyes.

"Huh...?" She seemed very surprised, blinked her eyes in confusion, and suddenly came back to her senses when she saw Haibara Ai, "...is it Shiho?"

This little girl looks exactly like Shiho when he was a child, and they are both so cute.

However, she was sure she was really killed by gin...?

What is going on now?Is it back from the dead...or is the organization's technology already at this point? ?

Thinking of this, Mingmei's eyes were unconsciously worried.

The stronger the organization, the less likely it is that Shiho will successfully break away from the organization...

Hui Yuan Ai didn't want to care about what was there at this time. As a scientist, she had always been quite exploratory, and she didn't have time to care about how her sister came back from the dead. The little girl with brown hair just took a step forward, first carefully touching her My sister's body, and then hugged her tightly: "It's me... my sister."

She buried her face deep in the arms of the person in front of her.

Maybe it was because of the resurrection from the dead, Miyano Akemi is now very calm about the fact that her younger sister has become younger, she just looks at the little girl with a smile: "Oh, I haven't seen such a Shiho for a long time."

She rubbed the little girl's head, as if she wanted to rub away all her anxiety: "When I was a child, Zhibao didn't show my sister how to wear a small skirt... Now I finally have a chance."

Mingmei's tone was light and comforting, and she patted Hui Yuanai's trembling back.

Conan waited for his scientific views over the past ten years to recover a little bit, and looked at the two sisters embracing each other, with a sincere smile in his eyes.

so good.

only……

Conan's eyebrows twitched into a knot.

——Who is that Qian Yuche?

Conan just felt a terrible headache.

Unreasonable things are beyond the scope of his detective ability.

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At the same time, the other end of the dimensional wall.

In the Armed Detective Agency, a man in a sand-colored windbreaker was lazily lying on the sofa, humming an unknown song of martyrdom.

"Dazai——" the blond man with eyes shook the person on the sofa as if he couldn't bear it, and roared, "It's working time now! Can you please be more serious?! My plan is all bandaged by you The waste device has been disrupted!!"

"Hey, hey~" The man with the bandages on his body yawned, waved his hand at Kunikida Doppo, and said mysteriously, "Kunikida-kun, you know, it's too easy to get angry, but it's easy to get a wife~ "

"What?!" The blond-haired man pushed back his slippery glasses, recalling his plan to get married at the age of 26, nervously flipped through his pocketbook, and took out a pen, "Really?"

Osamu Dazai blinked his iris-colored eyes, and elongated his voice leisurely: "Of course - I lied to you!"

Kunikida is still so easy to deceive.

"Crack" sound.

Kunikida's fountain pen was sacrificed once again.

"Dazai—" the blond man shook Dazai's body frantically, "You bastard—"

"Huh?" Next to him, the detective who had been eating snacks suddenly opened his green eyes slightly, staring closely at Dazai who suddenly froze.

"Hello? Dazai? What's wrong with you?" Kunikida, who also sensed something was wrong, also stopped his hands and spoke seriously.

Having partnered with Dazai for more than two years, he naturally knows this person well.

Although he looks very inconspicuous at ordinary times, people can't help but want to punch him all the time, but he never loses the chain at critical moments. He is one of the pillars of the detective agency, possesses devilish wisdom, and sometimes reveals his insight into people's hearts inadvertently. The look in his eyes made him slightly surprised when he saw it.

What made the man in front of me show such an expression, did something terrible happen...?

Osamu Dazai seemed to have just come back to his senses, with a dazed expression that Kunikida had never seen before.

Osamu Dazai was in a very delicate mood at this time.

The difference in the passage of time between the worlds is really interesting.

... He has been here for four years, and he has only spent a few months there.

Is it because the anchor has just been resurrected?

He recalled the information and pictures he got inexplicably from the [book] for a moment, and the smile on his face brought a little truth.

——When you come back, you must let that guy call him brother Dazai (?) every day.

Even that little slug can get a "Brother Zhongye", why can't he? ? !

[Dazai chooses a jio kick flying slug.jpg]

[Zhong Yuan also sneered at the mackerel.jpg]

Thinking about it this way, Dazai only felt that the air had become fresher, and even the new suicide method he had just thought of lost most of its attractiveness.

but……

Osamu Dazai ignored other people's eyes, immersed in his own world, feeling rare and unhappy.

——What happened to those people around Asagi? ? !

Dazai: Dogs really are the most annoying.jpg

Those few people are not a good thing at first glance! (pointing.jpg)

He and the detective exchanged glances.

The emerald green eyes of the chaotically dressed British-style detective uniform reached people's hearts at this moment: "Are you coming back?"

"Ah."

"Anchor point?"

"resurrection."

"...Bond?" The detective hesitated for a while, then asked again.

"Chop." The man in the sand-colored windbreaker sighed softly with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Odasaku, Koasaba really cares about you too much.

Luanbu was silent for a moment, muttered a few words in a low voice, then narrowed his eyes again, and picked up a bag of snacks from the side with his hands.

Dazai, who had long escaped from Kunikida's claws, also lay back on the sofa, his slender legs dangling.

Others excluded from the chat group: ? ? ?

[They seem to have said something just now, but they seem to have said nothing.jpg]

Silver Wolf, who just came out of the office, frowned slightly after hearing these confusing conversations: "Random steps?"

Edogawa Ranpo was a little sluggish: "President——"

People don't want to say QAQ

The last time Fukuzawa Yukichi encountered Ranpo, there was something he didn't want to tell him. It was a friend who Ranpo made a good friend with him, but he refused to share the information of that friend. When telling him.

So, this time is also...?

Greeting Silver Wolf's gaze, he pouted at random steps, and still whispered, "It's the oldest child in Oda's family..."

"Oh?" Akiko Yosano, who just came out of the infirmary, raised her eyebrows with interest, and put the hatchet in her hand aside, "It is said that Oda left a letter and disappeared for four weeks. How old is the child?"

"What, what?" Kunikida's glasses slipped down again, "Oda actually has an adopted boss??!"

Never heard of it.

Also, run away from home?Are you so capricious? !The very calm old father (?) Oda has not found him yet? ? !

"Hmm~" Dazai, who sneaked over from the sofa without anyone noticing, nodded with a smile, "Surprised, surprised?"

Kunikida nodded obediently.

Atsushi Nakajima on the side also nodded silently.

Really never heard of it.

"Who is he?" Kunikida couldn't help it, and asked when Oda was just out shopping.

"He..." Dazai was stunned, as if he was remembering something, and then said with bright eyes, "He is my good partner who shares the same goals!"

Weird.

Obviously it's... mine...

After all, he suppressed the word in his mind.

Ranpo looked at Dazai, so angry that he didn't even want to eat snacks: "Obviously it's mine!!"

He was the first person Asaha knew besides a certain mouse!

Dazai blinked his beautiful tobi pupils, and looked at each other innocently.

For a moment, invisible sparks radiated.

The detective agency silently eats melons: Huh? ? !

How come there is a feeling of jealousy when meeting rivals in love?

Is it an illusion? [White tiger cat tilts head in doubt.jpg]

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Here.

As a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, Qian Yuche expressed that he was not panicked at all.

Small scene, hold on.

Gin and the young man have been together for more than a month, and now he is well aware of Cinderella's occasional disdain to hide her leaked emotions, and immediately sneered: "Oh, your police friend, it seems that there is a high probability that you will not be able to stay."

Not to mention that the person Cinderella chose turned out to be the policeman who had been with him for a few days, the fact that the organization was exposed to the red side was already a death sentence for this curly hair.

This time, they were indeed impulsive.

The hearts of Bourbon and Scotland on the side jumped violently.

If Cinderella doesn't choose to keep Matsuda...

"Don't~Gin." Qian Yuche raised his eyebrows, "It's still useful for me to keep it."

Noticing that the other two breathed a sigh of relief secretly, the silver-haired boy curled his lips and said willfully, "I have my own way—"

Gin didn't doubt the other party's methods. He moved Beretta's gun slightly away, and said coldly, "Must we keep it?"

"Yeah!" The boy purposely elongated his tone, "Don't worry about the organization's information being leaked~"

Gin's dark green eyes narrowed dangerously, and he took a cold look at the innocent curly hair on his face, snorted heavily, and put the gun back into his arms: "Remember what you said."

Qian Yuche nodded, his gray-blue eyes narrowed happily.

Gin:  …

Forget it, Cinderella can play as much as she wants, there are not many things that can make this kid happy.

If the policeman dared to bully Cinderella, the organization's interrogation room would not be able to eat.

A barrage of bullets: [? ? ! 】

[?The moment I saw the name of the wine was called out, Matsuda was already choosing between bento and joining. I didn’t expect it to be this?That's it? ? ! 】

The water friends sighed faintly behind the screen.

[Gin, Gin, you really dote on him—(Super Loud.jpg)]