Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

In the end, this farce relied on the aura of social elites and righteousness of President Fukuzawa and Mr. Kunikida to calm the editor.

When the gentleman left, he not only looked back at every step, wishing to put his eyes on his teacher, but also seemed to want to fight desperately with this black-hearted organization that abducted his teacher as soon as he met.

However, their teacher couldn't care less about saying sorry to his wounded heart.Facing the oppressive gaze of the silver-haired man, his back tensed in spirit, panic and fear surged in his heart again, he got up hastily, and muttered, "I'm very sorry for causing you such trouble, I—" I It's better to leave, he said in his heart.

He is such a useless person, weird and cowardly, a coward who will worry about stepping on glass shards when walking on the road, and suspect the rotten fruit in a glass of juice.Such a man must not allow his own willfulness to leave a mess for others.Shen Shangshuo made up his mind, although he felt guilty about breaking Mr. Ranpo's agreement, he still had to refuse.

"I--"

"Oh, I just didn't look at you, why did I loathe myself again. I want to break the contract! It's really too much!" Edogawa ranpo rolled the round face on the table , muttering "Is the promising new member actually such a troublesome personality..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stared thoughtfully at Shenshang Shuo, so sharp that he could almost pierce the iron plate, his eyes shook, and he nodded slightly and said, "Since you are a new member, you still have to do it." It's a test for joining the company." He thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Then come and take a written test now."

……

"That Lord God is really a strange person." The young social doctor sipped his tea in a demure manner, and said with a smile after the white-haired boy went home and packed his luggage.

"Judging from the tone of his editor, Shenshangjun seems to have extraordinary talent in writing."

"Not only that, the written test results are very good. The ability to respond to situations and analyze emotions is even exceptionally good." The president continued, "But hesitation in certain decision-making processes is unbearable, and in some The judging of some things is quite... out of the ordinary."

"I asked the firm to investigate the past of Shenshang Shuo. Unexpectedly, this person's past is blank, and only recently can traces be found."

"It does look very suspicious... Shen Shangjun doesn't look like an idler, could it be that he has been staying at home all the time?"

"Wow, do you guys actually think that way? To some extent, it's true. The person I recommended must be fine. That person is hardworking and powerful at first glance! Although his personality is troublesome That's great, but isn't there still Kunikida?" Edogawa Ranpo stuffed a dorayaki into his mouth, and said.

Hearing Ranpo's name, Kunikida sat up straight and pushed his square glasses. "Yes. I will definitely live up to Mr. Ranpo's expectations."

"Ranpo, what is that child's ability?" Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a deep voice, "Also, what is his so-called trouble?"

"It's ice, it's ice, it's a terrifying ability that can turn everything into ice! You can even adjust the atomic structure of ice on a microscopic basis. Well, it's still my [Super Reasoning] Just be better." The squint-eyed young man continued to speak in a brisk tone, and he didn't care much, "As for the so-called trouble, it's just a few boring people trying to revive someone. A lot of victims..." He frowned, and said in a disgusted tone after eating mustard-flavored chocolate beans, "I really don't understand why these idiots are all fanatics of a dead man, An An'an Wouldn't it be nice to just accept the reality?"

"So, the Lord God is one of the victims?"

"How should I put it, it should be—[The only surviving victim] is more accurate."

……

After returning to his temporary residence, Sakumi Kamisami did not begin to conceive of his next novel as the editor expected. He kept his mechanical movements and packed his personal luggage.

It is said to be luggage, but in fact it is nothing more than uneaten snacks, some underwear, a small stack of manuscript paper, pens and ink.Wrapped the last stack of manuscript paper and put it away, Shenshang spread it in a pool on the bed, the burning sensation left on the skin by the day's events was still clear.

He could feel that everyone in the Armed Detective Agency, even the stern-looking Mr. President, was a good person with a pure heart.Although there may be a bit of scrutiny or strangeness in the warm eyes, facing those pure kindness, even a mediocre person like him can't help but feel slightly hot in the eye sockets, and even the heart that touches is slightly warm. sinks to the stomach.

However, because of such gratitude and kindness, he was tightly bound in place, bound in an untouchable glass room, not daring to approach or touch, like a coward who was afraid of being burned by the starlight, circling around in place.Anxiety and fear always lie dormant in his nerve endings. Whenever there is a slight stimulus from the outside world, it will immediately spread to the whole body, from the superficial cortex to the bone marrow.

Cheer up, my God.You have to... respond to that gentleman's expectations well.

Before falling asleep while clutching the sheets, Shenshang secretly swore in his heart.

……

early the next day.It was drizzling, as if it was cold.

When I was brought here yesterday, I was too hasty and didn't appreciate the exterior of the office.Kamisami walked through the slope near the Yokohama Harbor. The office in front of him was brick red, and the dark brown rust was covered with rainwater pipes and utility poles, which looked old and weak.However, God squinted his eyes, this structure, thickness and material... visually can withstand the impact of a machine gun.

Armed detective agency, don't judge by appearance.

Today's detective agency is a lot more deserted than yesterday. Compared to yesterday when all the staff came together, today only Mr. Kunikida is left here to process documents at his desk.

"It's early, boy."

"what?"

"It's almost half an hour earlier than the agreed time. It's your negligence. I still have half an hour's plan to finish. Before that, kid, do your best there and don't bother me."

"Okay, okay."

Kunikida-san, do you have such a serious personality?

When the second hand on Kamisami's watch hit 12 o'clock, Kunikida stood up without missing a second, straightened his clothes, picked up the pocketbook, and knocked on the tea table in front of Kamisami, "Let's go, kid."

"Ah, yes."

Staring at the stern expression of the blond senior, he walked along for a while, and choked out, "We... what are we going to do?"

"Newcomers, if you have any questions, you should ask them boldly, and don't shrink back." Kunikida watched and followed carefully all the way, his face was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to ask, and when he finally asked, he was so angry that he wanted to be a dumb person. The younger generation sighed with a headache, "I'm going to investigate a robbery and murder case."

Facing the wet eyes of the white-haired junior, Kunikida patiently explained, "Mr. Shimamura's family was robbed last night. The Shimamura couple were tied to the stair frame, and the gangsters directly cut their throats and died with a knife. But because Neighbors heard the noise and found out just in time, and their eldest daughter survived."

"Haven't the gangsters found that Miss Shimamura?"

"I found it. When I found Ms. Shimamura, she was tied tightly to the handrail of the stairs. It should be that the gangsters noticed that someone was coming, so they didn't have time to deal with her."

"Is that so?" God thought thoughtfully.

The Daocun House is a beautifully decorated two-storey duplex villa. It can be seen that the owner has spent a lot of thought on the layout and decoration, exuding a warm atmosphere everywhere.The stair railing used to fix the victim at the murder scene is designed with a hollow space, the material is smooth and round, and the novel and ingenious design even makes this piece of railing sparkle in the sunlight.

At this time, Mr. Kunikida had already started chatting with that Miss Shimamura. She was a girl who looked delicate and pure like a lily. She was just a freshman this year, and she tried her best to recount what happened like a nightmare last night.

"We first heard someone banging on the door so hard that it seemed like it was going to knock the door panel off."

"We were very puzzled at first. We looked through the cat's eyes and found that it was someone we didn't know. Dad said at the time, 'It's a vicious person, it doesn't look like a good person.'"

"And you opened the door for them?"

"How is it possible!" She trembled violently, "We didn't open the door, and then...they just..." At this point, she curled up on the chair as if she couldn't say another word.

"So they forcibly picked the lock, and the unarmed Shimamura family was immediately taken under control." Kunikida recorded the details of the case in detail.

"May I ask, did you not see their faces clearly at all?" the god suddenly asked.

Shaking his head.

"Did you hear the sound?"

Shaking his head.

"Have you tried calling for help?"

"They gagged me, I can't..." She looked like she was about to collapse, covering her face in pain, which perfectly fit the orphan woman's image of her parents dying tragically overnight.

"Excuse me, Miss Shimamura. Do you remember the school motto of Saint Sawyer College?"

She looked stunned, and shook her head inexplicably for a while.

Is that so?Kamisami nodded to Kunikida, "I'll go up and have a look."

……

After more than half a day of investigation, the clues are still pitifully few.There were no eyewitnesses, and the monitoring was in a blind spot, and no samples of fingerprints or hair were found.

"It's really difficult. The gangster should have a deep hatred for Mr. Shimamura's family, and the details are too well done. It can be seen that he has done a detailed on-site investigation. This is not like a house robbery just for money. But it is strange Yes, "Kunikida frowned, "The Shimamura couple have always had good reputations, they are gentlemen, and they have no enemies at all."

"Maybe it's not the same family, Mr. Kunikida." Shenshang sighed and put down Ms. Shimamura's study materials in her hand.

"I guess I know who it is."

"Ugh?!"

"Let's go down and see that Miss Shimamura." Shenshang said in a low tone, leaning on the handrail and sliding down bit by bit.

When Ms. Shimamura learned that they had deduced the real culprit, a kind of joy of vengeance appeared on her face, "It's really great. I can't sleep all day now, and I can't wait to kill you." Those villains." Tears glistened in her eyes, "Those people, those people should go to the eighteenth floor of hell!" Her voice was resentful and hoarse, and the ending sounded excited.

"The one who should really go to hell should be yourself, Ms. Shimamura." Kamigami Saku looked at the flustered woman with a completely opposite cold gaze, his pupils reflected cold light like small pieces of broken glass .

"What, what are you talking about?" Ms. Shimamura jumped up from her chair as if she had been stepped on her tail.

"The accomplices of those murderers, no, to be precise, the mastermind, shouldn't it be you?" God's tone did not change at all.

Miss Shimamura's unwiped tears hung comically on her cheeks, she looked stunned, and then screamed like a bloody tigress, "What are you talking about—"

"Isn't it?" Kunikida vaguely felt a certain trait in his younger generation fermenting, which made him look like he had a domineering fairy spirit, "There are enough clues."

"First, it is also the most obvious point. Being able to quickly complete such a perfect binding technique on such a complicated railing that even adult men can't struggle with, the overly proficient lockpicking technique and the skills of handling evidence all show that this must be a group of people. A seasoned and habitual criminal, right? If such a murderer wants to bloodbath a family, how could he stay alive?"

"It's too late? How is that possible? Even if the neighbors find something strange, the first reaction is to knock on the door and ask to avoid embarrassment instead of calling the police. Such a short period of time is enough for habitual offenders to go in and out several times. Don't you Will you doubt the psychological quality and professionalism of the murderer?"

He gently and deftly covered Miss Shimamura's mouth, "Secondly, and the strangest point. It was obviously Miss Shimamura who said she couldn't see, hear, or speak. That is to say, the victim They must have been blindfolded and their mouths and ears plugged. Then, under such circumstances, how did the neighbors find out the difference?" God tilted his head, "Could it be that you are still alive after you kill someone There was a party here? Then the well-meaning neighbors saw shadows that shouldn't appear?"

Seeing Ms. Shimamura's pale face suddenly, the divine gaze suddenly cooled down, mixed with a little compassion and pity, he suddenly felt a burst of emptiness, and said the last sentence in a low voice, "You are enjoying the fact that they kill you The whole process of parents."

"No, that's not it. Motives, yes, motives! I, I didn't have a motive to kill them—"

"No, you have." Shen Shangshuo looked pitifully and helplessly, and gently shook the folder in his hand.