Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

He shouldn't have told Mr. Matsudaira about this, Shenshang Shuo thought with some guilt.The poor honest man seemed to have been greatly frightened, and was so trembling that he couldn't even hold the manuscript.

"What's going on here, you, you are actually in such danger." The wrinkles on his face shook, his mouth was wide open, like an eighty-year-old farmer who was stared at the vegetable garden.

"Well, in fact, nothing happened to me, it was just a misunderstanding. That little gentleman is a very good person. Compared with this, let's read the rest of the ending first, Mr. Matsudaira." God tried to appease Scared Mr. Editor.

"Even if you say so, I will..."

"Ah, ah, good reading, Mr. Matsudaira."

"Don't try to divert my attention, Teacher God!"

"So the teacher is so cunning!"

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I don't know how I got home, and by the time I realized it, I was curled up on the old cushion.

I hugged my knees obediently, and a feeling that I had never had before locked me here. It squirmed in my heart cold and sour, gnawed out one hole after another in my heart, and then squeezed the sticky black Filled with pulp, it made me sick to my stomach.The choking feeling that hung in the air pressed against my upper jaw, and the bitter juice in my stomach gushed out.

so cold.It was a heart-pounding coldness.The chills swirled out of my veins, fiddled with the fibers, and stuck to the muscles, causing spasms all over my body.What's wrong with me?I wanted to ask myself tremblingly, but I couldn't even make a sound, only a little sweet smell.

I wanted to take out my handkerchief to clean my mouth, but something sharp pierced my palm.I barely looked at it, and it turned out to be a withered rose, not only the petals had been rubbed to pieces, but even the center of the flower was turning yellow.

Roses?Roses!

I remembered, isn't this the rose I wanted to give Miss Mizuno?The woman who took away all my savings and put on a mocking face threw the flower away and landed next to the trash can with a "snap".

Oh, is that so?It turns out that I have lost my skin and shame to such a point that I can even give up the lowest dignity, and I can happily take this back like a pug?

I covered my face, my face twisted exaggeratedly, my whole lip was lifted up desperately, pretending to be smiling, my eyes were squeezed into a drooping arc by the cheek muscles.

Laugh out, laugh out now!Isn't that what you do best?Put on that disgusting antic!

I almost frantically held the corner of my mouth with my hand.

Under the layer of tears that hid me, frightening and familiar smiles flashed by, some from the tavern owner, some from Ms. Mizuno, some from relatives and friends... No, this is not a face, it is obviously A black skull that reflects green fire!They grinned grinningly, and with their dirty shadows, they rooted into my head, winking at me writhing in pain.

Get out, get out of here!

The rough pain stabbed into my scalp bit by bit, crushed my skull, ate up the nerves and tissue fluid, and finally filled the entire cranial cavity.The dirty black fire burned from my brain to my eyedrums, and opened my eardrums little by little. I could neither see nor hear, and everything went away from me in a trance——

How can it be!

I can see you, Ms. Mizuno, Mr. Boss... I actually laughed out loud, until my laughing muscles became lumpy and hung on my face.A few hoarse and disfigured voices rolled out of my throat, like thick phlegm stained with poison.

I remember you guys.

I smiled softly and sweetly, a wonderful look I had never had before.

Something dark poked its head out from the back of my neck, and I stroked its head gently.

Oh, it turned out to be my shadow.

Look, I got my shadow back.

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Maybe his book is so bad.Watching Mr. Matsudaira's increasingly pale face, he quietly clenched the pen tightly. If he wants to change it, it's not impossible——

"Woooooooo God teacher, you are a genius!" His editor wiped his cold sweat with a reckless high frequency that didn't match his age, and the panic and fear that hadn't slowed down in his voice, "This kind of suffocation that follows you everywhere The sense of oppression and the unique ending design are really wonderful!" Mr. Matsudaira's face was blushed strangely, "I promise, Teacher Shenshang, this book will definitely sell well! It will definitely make the literary world know, No, remember yours!"

This is too exaggerated.It's just a little thing for consolation, Mr. Matsudaira can exaggerate so sincerely... I feel like my face is burning, and the itching is transmitted from the fingertips, and the electricity makes him shiver, Even a little scared.

He opened his mouth cautiously and interrupted the editor's spit-splashing tirade: "Mr. Matsudaira, if possible, I would like to move..."

The editor in front of him was obviously confused, and then seemed to think of something, "Is the teacher worried about safety?"

"Ah, actually..." God was about to deny it, when suddenly a few glowing green data flashed through his mind, and those whispers sticking to him held him in place like the rubber glove in his memory .A fine shiver ran up his stiff spine, shaking his scalp from the cold.

"Yes, I... I'm very worried." The boy's tone was erratic, he hesitated to speak, and finally he just exhaled slowly.

Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Matsudaira.

And that pretty little gentleman.

terribly sorry.

However, the kind-hearted Mr. Songping has already started to plan for him, "If you are targeted by some kind of supernatural being with evil intentions, moving house will not solve the problem, in case he..." He looked at his home sensitively and shyly The fragile teacher couldn't help but worry about the old lady, "I do know that there is a place to accept commissions. There are all supernatural beings there. Why don't we entrust the security work to them."

Mr. Songping watched his teacher emerge from the autistic state with relief, and asked curiously, "Where is it?"

"It's called the Armed Detective Agency!" Teacher, he is like a chick that has just hatched, shaking its fluff with a "chirp chirp"!This is too cute... I, Matsudaira Kotaro, will definitely protect the happiness of Kamigami-sensei!

The editor in front of him didn't know what he was caught up in, and he showed a weird but kind smile, successfully scaring away the words that Shen Shangshuo said, "It's not necessary, this is too much trouble for you..."

So sometimes, it is good to be abnormal.

……

"Are you the client? I am Yosano Akiko, the social doctor of this detective agency." The short-haired doctor brought hot tea and greeted the strange guest in front of him, "What does the guest want to entrust?"

In front of her, the man who claimed to be "the editor of the god teacher" was a little uneasy, but he took on the responsibility of the elders and bravely stood in front of his teacher, blocking the doctor's gaze.

"It's like this. Teacher, he was attacked by unknown supernatural beings a few days ago. We are very worried about the safety of the teacher. If possible, please accept our commission and pay everything. However, the teacher has only one Ah——" The more the young man spoke, the more excited he became, and the more he spoke, the more indignant he became. His agitation caused him to ignore the shy look of the teacher behind him who was so shy that he covered his face and gave up on himself, and his anger burned, "That kind of person is really too much! They actually tried to make a fuss about a rising star in the literary world..."

"Mr. Editor, if you continue talking, the Mr. Rabbit next to you will run away."

The squinting-eyed young man raised his head from the pile of snacks, resting his chin in one hand, interrupted the editor's chatter abruptly, and stopped a certain herbivorous youth's attempt to sneak away by the way.

"Ah, I'm very sorry, Teacher God, I've said too much——"

"No, that Mr. Rabbit is shy simply because you praised him. How strange, is he so unconfident in himself despite being an excellent writer?"

"It's just, it's just something shameful." Throwed into a strange environment, facing the probing eyes of several strangers, the white-haired boy was already shy to the point of trance, and his voice was soft and thin, "I don't deserve it." Called a writer."

"real."

"You!" Mr. Editor seemed very distressed, and he said helplessly to Yu Xie, who seemed more reliable, "You have also seen that our teacher's...character", he swallowed hard " It's easy to bully" these three words, I really sighed, "Look..."

"We..." Yu Xie Ye Jingzi was about to speak when a voice came in again.

"Master Ranpo can take this commission, but there are conditions!" His green cat eyes widened, "You" he pointed at Kamishang Shuo, "Why don't you come to our detective agency as an investigator?" Sample!"

God looked stunned.

"Anyway, you don't have anywhere to go now. The house you live in is a timed trap, and I don't have an ID card. I'm a black household! If you come to our detective agency, Master Ranpo can not only solve everything for you, but even I can give you some snacks too."

"Of course," he hastily added, "you have to cook something delicious for Lord Ranbu!" Like a lithe cat, he landed nimbly in front of God, took a closer look at him, and took a A pair of clean, clear, moist and lustrous eyes stared at God.

God loves him, of course he is unmoved——

No wonder.

Although this person said something strange, and even suspected of abducting minors, but who could resist this kind of appearance!The Goddess opened his mouth in despair, held down the editor who seemed about to explode, and struggled with the remaining will, "Are you sure?"

His tone dropped, and he shook his head, "I'm an incompetent person, and it's already very difficult just to live in a daze, not to mention the troubles I don't know about..."

He is like a white rabbit cub poking out his head from a cold cave, blinking a pair of rabbit eyes at the firelight outside the cave, and whispering with his three-petal mouth, "I am like this, are you sure you want to take me in kindly?"

No way, a smart person like you will definitely not accept me after knowing that I am a big trouble.

God fell silent, waiting for the death sentence.

"That means you agreed, right! Ranpo-sama is indeed omnipotent! I have kidnapped excellent members, and the president will definitely praise me!"

Ugh?

"As for you, Ranpo-sama is hungry, hurry up and make some dessert!"

huh?

So this Mr. Detective is such a cute and childish person?

Shen Shangshuo, on this day, this month, today, officially sold himself to the Armed Detective Agency, above.

It's a complete loss, Mr. God.