Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"What the hell is vegetable cake?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also yelled and retreated, kicking on the roof of the shed, "That guy from the detective agency, can you rely on some clues?"

"Master Ranpo has already said that Mr. Hat can definitely do it."

"What this detective needs to do is—" He piled his two index fingers on his chubby face, squeezed out a small cheek muscle,

"Come on, come on!"

Are you a cheerleader?

"I'm really——enough!" The thin waist of the red-haired boy swung vigorously, and the scarlet-colored light surrounded him, shining brightly.Under the blessing of gravity, his whole body is like an arrow piercing through the air, holding a full bow, the tip locked on the wriggling throat, and amidst the sound of the wind, it is sharp and full of power.

He is like a flaming arrow in the night sky of a grand ceremony, destroying everything and burning away the haze, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Boom—" The powder-blue carousel took the blow of dimensionality reduction without any precautions. It didn't even make a sound before dying, and was directly crushed into ruins, with a deep pit as a coffin.

"You are so rude!" Exaggerated distress was painted on the clown's face, the smile occupied the lower half of his face, and the other side was neurotic sadness, "How can you treat my well-prepared props like this!"

"Props?" Zhongyuan Zhong also landed smoothly, with dust flying like a sudden thick fog, "How about I let you, a bastard, accompany your props now?"

He is like a vigorous cheetah that has just entered a hunting state, and will tear apart the lifeless livestock in front of him in the next second.

"It's too much, it's too much! I didn't want to treat my dear actor so roughly!" In the blue and purple contrasting eyes, a few tears actually rolled out, and his jaw creaked and opened and closed. Then, uttered a series of curse-like sentences.

His accent was as crazy and weird as the smell of paint on his body, not to mention, his enunciation was simply one word rolled together with another, and one by one rolled together into a big snowball and spit out.

"The clown is completely angry, disobedient supporting actors." The diamond pattern on his face seemed to be alive, like a poisonous snake with colorful scales sliding on his face, "This scene, give me Come back!"

"Extraordinary power - [human comedy]!"

His pattern-covered skin was radiant, peeling off one by one, entrenched on Shenshang Shuo, making him more like a marionette with separated limbs, rather than a fully coordinated and complete human being.

The white-haired boy who was standing on the ground suddenly raised his head, two glass beads were embedded in the hole in his face, and the inside was as empty as a snowfield.The joints all over his body trembled violently, first with a small vibration, and then like strings that were stretched to the extreme, being pulled to the maximum, as if with a little more force, the ligaments in his whole body would be like It was broken like a circle of scattered bandages.

This process was obviously painful, and the young man let out a few small weeping sounds from his lips, but his connection seemed to be frozen under a mask, and his expression did not tremble and change, including the quiet smile on the corner of his mouth. .

But the other people suddenly tensed up.

"You!" Edogawa Ranpo's child-like soft aura that had been lingering all along was suddenly blown away by the north wind, revealing a cold and stern reef tip. He was about to say something, but was caught by another opera The stage-specific treble interrupted.

Zhongyuan Zhong also fell from the sky, kicking the clown until he rolled on the ground in ashes, "Huh? Is that what you're capable of?"

"Then how can it be worthy of my great drama." The clown wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Also, how can a famous director like me not have a name?"

"Fools, remember this great and brilliant name—Balzac!"

"This will be the only chance for you ants to touch the ladder of heaven in your life!" His limbs rushed over like some kind of multi-legged reptile, controlling the further movements of the ice puppet in his hand.

"Go! My incredible child!"

Of course it is impossible for the snow-cast youth to answer this ridiculous statement. He still has a holy smile on his face, and his snow-white eyelashes are like a "fluttering" like falling fine snow.Every piece of ice blade capable of severing the enemy's main artery was his backup dancer, like a group of butterflies dancing on the Paradise Island.

Huge frost flowers are in full bloom under his feet, icicles stand on the sidelines, and in the center below zero, the ice and snow storm is developed to the extreme, and the ice blue vortex roars, as if it has not eaten for more than 10 years The murderer's eyes were red with hunger.

However, as the exporter of the catastrophic elemental storm, Shenshang Shuo is still as pure as ever.He lowered his brows and eyes, calm and gentle as if he had been invited to participate in a waltz on ice, and he was the most perfect solo dancer at this time.

Following his light dance steps, one after another of Frost's mechanisms lit up one after another as if activated, clamoring to release the huge energy in the hole.

"This is my brand new script!" Balzac's fanatical and penetrating voice could not be heard clearly at this time.

"Let's enjoy the last show of the day!"

"Damn it." Zhongyuan Zhong, who was covered in indiscriminate attacks, also cursed. The flying snow all over the sky hid the traces of the enemy. This kind of uneasiness about being defiled in the fairyland made him even more irritable, "Bastard Dazai, stop fishing for me!"

"Give me work quickly!!!"

"Ah?" Dazai Osamu, who supported a corner in the storm with the ability to erase the strangeness, responded suspiciously, and he cast a glance at Edogawa Ranpo, who had fully opened his eyes, "Short, I don't think I need it at all. …”

"Mr. Hong Kong black hat, do as I say." The boyishness on Mr. Detective's body was gradually taken over by the unique aggressiveness of adults, "It's seven and a half meters down at nine o'clock, please use a little more force."

You see, I said no to me.Osamu Dazai shrugged, took half a step back and squatted down, returning to his original posture.

"Squeak—" The ear-piercing sound of rubbing almost pierced the eardrums of Chuya Zhongye, who was doubtful, and a thick icicle shattered in response.

No, it really hit?Chuya Nakahara looked at Ranpo Edogawa who commanded across the half court. How did he do it?

"Concentrate, Mr. Zhongyuan." But time did not allow him to think about it. The first priority was to capture Balzac on the opposite side.

"Go straight 2.25 meters, kick back, then right click, he's hitting you with icicles."

"Bend down to dodge the ice skates. Very good, he will have no defense if he kicks another one."

"Left wing, throw your legs straight over and prepare to lock your throat." Zhong Yuanzhong also played the role of the tool card perfectly. After a series of operations, the command's perfect instructions dispelled his last hesitation.A soft cylinder was clamped between his legs, and he drove it hard to the ground.

"General."

Looking at Balzac who looked like a smashed caterpillar, Nakahara sneered, stepped on his back, and dusted the black suit.

He admired in his heart, should I say that he really deserves to be the pillar of the Armed Detective Agency? He is more reliable than that guy Dazai Osamu.

Speaking of which, the comparison of reliability depends on the situation, Mr. Nakaya.

Zhongyuan Zhongye was also distracted when he suddenly heard a hurried voice, "Mr. Hat!"

A cluster of icicles suddenly leaped away from the puppet's hands that had already calmed down, hitting the vital point like a swimming dragon.Zhongyuan Zhong was also startled, his fighting instinct for many years made him react in an instant, and he escaped the sneak attack without any obstacles.

Wait, this direction!

Sensing that the situation was different, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the two people behind him.Sure enough, this cold arrow was intended to injure him at all, and its real target was the defenseless Edogawa Ranpo who was leaking in the air naked!

not good!

The man's muscles lumped under his feet, and he let out a few "hissing" laughter, "My repertoire, at least one scene is complete!"

"Let me see this good show now..." The hoarse vibration of the vocal cords stopped abruptly, and it was ridiculously frozen on one syllable.

Not far away, Osamu Dazai, who had been quiet for a long time, just stretched out his left hand. The sharp ice thorns melted quickly in his hand without any warning, leaving a small piece of sharp ice, which opened a hole on Edogawa Ranpo's side face. mouth.

He stood up slowly, moving his legs that were numb from the lack of blood circulation.Seeing Edogawa's unsurprised expression, he knew it in his heart, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I said that crazy director over there, can you give me a little more role? I'm going to be bored."

"You..." The man looked like he wanted to say something, but was hit on the back of the neck by Nakahara Chuya, and passed out.

"You'd better save it." The Hong Kong and black model worker tidied up the target that was successfully captured, and urged his partner who didn't know what he was thinking, "Damn Dazai, what are you dawdling about, untie that child quickly, I want to go back and talk to him." The leader is back."

"Okay, okay, it's really a simple creature that has no patience at all and can't accomplish great things." Dazai Osamu didn't hesitate much, and walked directly to Kamijou Saku who was still in a state of dementia, ready to activate his supernatural power.

"Mr. Detective over there, are you sure this will work?" Dazai Osamu suddenly stopped a second before touching Kamisame Saku, and asked curiously.

"It must be useful, I must let the little god realize this..." The young man who regained his squinted face replied, with imperceptible expectations in his tone, "I really can't wait …”

"Are you sure?" Osamu Dazai twitched his lips.

"Don't waste my time, bastard Dazai!" This was Nakahara Chuya who didn't know why.

"Okay, okay——" Dazai Osamu, who was in the mood of watching a good show, didn't hesitate anymore, and put his hands on the boy.

Ability [Disqualification in the World] activated——

The little prince who was sleeping in the ice coffin woke up, and saw the rose hickey on the knight's side face for the first time.

The author has something to say: Wait, wait, I didn’t say I’m going to kill you now, QAQ, I meant the future!

I haven't written about the overturned car that I like to hear (not a knife!)

There may be a sweet double update tomorrow.