Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"As for Ms. Ikuko Ikemoto's mental problems, my first reaction was to pretend to be ill."

"What you're talking about..." Yosano Akiko frowned, "Is it a mental illness that mostly suffers from women, and their hobbies are mostly in learning about medicine and nursing?"

"Yes. The disorder relies on caring for others for self-fulfillment, fulfillment, and control. Affected individuals have long-term and pernicious effects by 'weakening' others into images of incompetent, often needy help."

"I seem to have heard of such cases." Kunikida added, "Weak single mothers will soak their frail children in cold water and eat spoiled food because of this disease, and in the end it will even evolve into drug abuse. way to damage the child's organs, just for the praise of 'good mother'."

"What a scum." Yosano Akiko accurately characterized, "Do you suspect that she is also a patient of this disease?"

"On the contrary. Although this disease has a high incidence and is not easy to be detected, its patients still have a development process, and there is a time for them to gradually lose self-management."

"It's like the demon mother just now. At the beginning, it was just a low-level means of cold showers, but in the end it developed into wanting her son to sit in a wheelchair forever."

"But in that Miss Ikemoto Ikuko, I didn't feel the process of this disease at all." Kamisami Sakubo pulled the tassel on his shirt, poked and shook it, "That nurse made me feel like It's...it got out of control in an instant, and I did what I thought of all of a sudden."

"After that split second, she didn't seem to think about controlling her thoughts at all, or the consequences of doing so."

"It's like a device that has its outer cover removed, and the clockwork inside is still spinning crazily."

"Do you suspect that someone else is involved here?"

"It's just a suspicion, I don't have any evidence." He raised the drug sample in his hand, "Except this."

Yosano Akiko thought for a while, then sighed heavily, "Maybe you are right."

"You can look it up along this line of thought."

"Find out this guy who doesn't know how to live or die behind the scenes."

......

France, a certain base.

The platinum-blonde man gracefully invited the little lady around him to dinner.

His long hair was tied up high, like holding a handful of moonlight, holy and noble, making people think of the special top hat used on god sacrifices for no reason.The gown he was wearing looked retro, with snow white and light gold, giving him the illusion of a priest descending.

The man adjusted his gold-rimmed single-frame glasses, and slightly parted his thin lips, "Is tonight's dinner still to your liking? My dear little lady."

"It's very delicious." Although the young girl was young, her plump body was in sharp contrast to her innocent demeanor, and she had a kind of pure temptation.Her posture was exactly the same as that of a man's, a behavior that only the best aristocrats could afford, and she couldn't fault the slightest detail.

"Your praise is my best gift today."

"Perhaps you would like to grant me a more generous gift?"

"Oh?" The girl's leisure time of flower arranging finally had another place to go. She turned her head, looked at the man who was putting on airs all day long, and asked emotionally, "Let's listen."

"Yes, my Miss Mercy."

......

"Speaking of which, haven't you finished the novel on Xiaoshen?" The kite-eyed boy twirled the glass boredly, first turning it clockwise, then counterclockwise, and asked lazily.

"Not yet. It happened to be a more difficult plot, and it has been procrastinated for a long time." Shen Shangshuo nodded embarrassedly, "I don't know much about this kind of power game between courts."

"Maybe it's good to write more." Oda Saku comforted, "It's not uncommon to get stuck writing novels."

"It's true, but I've been stuck for a long time." The white-haired boy put his face on his face and said with a wry smile, "If this continues, Mr. Matsudaira will sit in front of my house and cry."

"But didn't you move?" Oda Saku looked at the ice puck in front of him for a while, and responded slowly, "It should be able to delay for a while."

"I have already notified Mr. Editor, and he also sent a very thoughtful housewarming gift."

"A whole set of exercise packs that are very suitable for Atsushi's age." Thinking of Atsushi Nakajima's expression of wanting to cry when he came back excitedly unpacking, Kamisaku Saku raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

I don’t know whether the friendly tutoring service provided by Mr. Kunikida is more satisfactory for Dun Jun, or the box of tutoring books is more realistic?

Fortunately, he is past the age to go to school.

"Then you may have to pay more attention to your children recently," the old father Oda Saku who is more proficient said, "It's not peaceful recently."

"Yes." Dazai Osamu took over, "Almost, almost! My ideal in the world is about to come true."

His flexible neck rests on his head, and the fluffy top of his hair rolls around on the dining table like a rag, and he doesn't seem to care about the possible greasy and stains on it, "I thought these cute little friends were crazy It would make the machine guns in their hands a little more interesting."

"The result is still like a child with two coins in his pocket holding a toy gun, but he was almost sent to the sky by the shock force." He described the absurd scene that day with disgust, sticking out his tongue, like It was dusting off the windbreaker, "Why can't they do a little better?"

"It would be nice if the crazy one was a violent little dwarf," Dazai Osamu raised a slender finger, shaking it like an electric fan in front of Kamisaku Saku, "One kick, one kick, I can fulfill my ambition , why is he not crazy?"

"Is it because the brain structure of slugs is different from that of humans, so it is not affected?"

"Maybe it's because Mr. Nakahara has outstanding abilities." Although Oda Saku didn't quite understand the feud between Hong Kong and black cadres, it didn't prevent him from analyzing it seriously.

"It's a mental problem again?" Reminiscent of some disgusting impressions, Kamisami squinted his eyes and restrained his playful thoughts, "Mr. Dazai, can you describe what is unusual about the chaotic people at that time?" place?"

"Although I think they are very unusual, but I still follow the meaning of the little god very intimately."

"The expressions on their faces are the same weird smiles." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders and wrinkled his nose, "Can that thing really be called a smile? It feels just like the one drawn."

"When they laugh, are they crazy?"

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai nodded, "It's no different from a mad dog who has seen a fleshy bone. He really deserves to be the subordinate of the little dwarf..."

Is it really okay to compare yourself to a meaty bone?

"..."

"What's the matter? Does the little god have any ideas?" Sensing something, Osamu Dazai approached affectionately.

"It's nothing." Sakumi Kamisami shook his head, and threw out the fleshy bone map covering Mr. Dazai's body in his mind.

How rude of me.

"Excuse me, when you went to the amusement park last time, did you encounter a 'clown'?"

......

Unsurprisingly, the answer was negative.

Mr. Ranpo's deduction is never wrong.Since he designated that person as a criminal, there is absolutely no possibility of that person being exonerated.What is still in doubt is why he committed the crime and why he chose these victims.

The word victim seems to be wrong, and accomplice might be more appropriate.

Or a crime tool.

Shen Shangshuo took off the cap of his pen and tried to draw a diagram of the relationship between these parties.At the beginning, he naively thought that this was just a case, but Mr. Detective woke him up, and the subsequent investigation by Mr. Kunikida also confirmed this.In the past few days, the suspects in Yokohama, who are no different from those suffering from madness, and their almost incomprehensible motives for committing crimes, can detect the "spider threads" with this clown.

Just why would the clown do this?Basically rule out the feud between him and Hong Kong Hei or Ms. Ikuko Ikemoto, because the way he chooses "tools" is no different from picking a flower in the garden, and he is still a rather perfunctory gardener.

It was like, "Oh, I saw you." And then I put the flowers in the basket.

Could it be that he has bad thoughts about the troubled city of Yokohama?

Kamijou circled Yokohama in red ink with a headache. Is there something wrong with the city's feng shui?It doesn't matter if the mafia is in power, so what's the matter with attracting criminals so much.

"Still worrying, my god." Edogawa twirled a plate of small matcha puffs "da da" and ran over, and stuffed them into the mouth of the god who was thinking hard, looking out. Looking at the newly released relationship network, "Why do you analyze this?"

"I can't think of a reason for his behavior."

"Why do you want to understand the thinking of a lunatic?" Seeing the boy's puffed cheeks, he poked at them obediently, and the soft touch reminded him of fluffy clouds, "I said, it's true that you analyze such a circle. …”

He swallowed the words "meaningless" and changed the wording, "doesn't do much to stop crime."

"Isn't it okay for the little god to just follow Master Luanbu and arrest him directly?"

Yes.Shenshang Shuo put down his pen dully, expressing his regret for his useless efforts.

Obviously I am surrounded by human bugs like Mr. Ranpo, am I looking for things to do for myself?

Fortunately, his husband didn't care about his stupid behavior. After feeding a whole plate of puffs with satisfaction, he pointed out a bright way, "Go to the amusement park with Mr. Ranbu directly tomorrow."

He grabbed the cheek of the white-haired boy who was so stupid by himself, and asked softly as if coaxing a child, "Now, is the little god willing to come out for dinner together?"

If the little God doesn't come out, Luanbu will starve to death.

Little puffs are not enough to fill your stomach.

The author has something to say: I think Ning is very happy to feed the cat.

感谢在2020-05-2923:47:17~2020-05-3023:55:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Eternal Wood; 1 bottle of Sanqiao Mo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!