Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

Inside the Armed Detective Agency.

The air in this old-fashioned house is unprecedentedly dignified, as if it has been injected with too high an air pressure, and the wall will crack and fly away in the next second.

"I said...the Ability and Special Affairs Section has decided not to provide assistance, right?" Yosano Akiko asked with suppressed anger.

Since Kamijou Saku was taken away last night, the Supernatural Secret Service Division, which had lifted the crisis in Yokohama, never mentioned rescue matters. They just casually blamed the lack of armed forces and could only contribute some intelligence information.

This is when he knows that the famous detective Edogawa Ranpo is in charge of the Armed Detective Agency and has all the information.

"They are still the same." After a while, Kunikida Doppo replied in a muffled voice, "We can only rely on ourselves, God..."

"I didn't intend to borrow their strength." Edogawa Ranpo said suddenly.

As soon as he spoke, there was a suffocating silence in the detective agency.After Shen Shangshuo left, some unseen things happened.For example, the childish soft and innocent aura that is unique to Edogawa Ranpo has been completely extinguished from him, replaced by a low-temperature, restrained, hidden-front demeanor that adults often have.

He cleared his throat, looked at Fujimaru Tachika and Mash who were showing guilt, and said, "Are you still planning to go with us?"

Edogawa Ranpo added calmly, "The Holy Grail you want is not available in this world. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before. As for whether to stay or not, I'd like to ask you to decide for yourself."

"But we clearly detected the fluctuation of the Holy Grail before!" Fujimaru Tachika replied in disbelief.She looked at Ranpo Edogawa who looked like a different person in front of her, and said, "Don't be angry, if we are together, the rescue will..."

"I didn't say anything angry." Luanbu still looked the same, showing an abnormally gentle edge, "What you detected was a 'book', something you don't need to understand, and you can't take it away."

"You can suddenly detect it because the Russian used a special method to perform the summoning ceremony."

He raised his head and looked at Enkidu who was also expressionless in the corner, "Our combat strength is enough, please go ahead."

If there is one more person or one less person, there will be no slight change in the ending.

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Shen Shangshuo was awakened by a flash of pain in his temple.

His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, with a few strands of hair sticking wetly to his forehead, his face was still dirty, and the solidified rust took root from his left shoulder, growing wildly and splashing unscrupulously, like a fresh and beautiful tread. Seeking plums in snow.

Shenshang Shuo's consciousness is not sober now, and his brain can barely turn. His eyes, which were originally clear and watery, are foggy, and he can't see a little bit of divine light, as if he has lost half of his soul.

"Hmm..." Shenshang Shuo shook his head, only to find that his head had been fixed by a hard resistance.A certain metallic strip tied his body tightly to the white chopping board, and it hurt a little, and the binding mark exuded a nauseating pain slowly and continuously.

Shenshang Shuo guessed that if Flaubert and the others stabbed him in the temple now, he would be like some kind of edible river fish, and his head would be smashed into pieces, unable to move.

And it wasn't just the head, as he struggled slightly, he gradually realized that his limbs and waist were all bound to death by metal belts, and small lights of different colors were flickering on them, lighting up strangely.He was lying flat on a table similar to an operating table, his body was upright, his eyes were forced to look directly at the dazzling sky lanterns, his legs were slightly separated and distributed symmetrically on both sides, and his palms were facing forward.

This is really a standard posture.Shen Shangshuo thought slowly in his heart.

He waited for a long time, but no doctor who looked at least decent came out and took some steps to disassemble and reconstruct this body.The only sound in this room was the humming of that unknown machine in the air, not even the sound of a living thing.

It seems that they should still be discussing how to deal with him, the little white mouse that was finally found.

As for whether to study a fresh mechanism of action, or directly put him into use of the two channels, those lunatics probably need to argue for a while in order to determine which one can get the most benefit.

Shen Shangshuo closed his eyes, thinking indifferently.

What kind of organization is the mysterious island?A grand, deep-rooted illegal organization that can grandly build palaces in the air.

Speaking of it, wearing the title of "illegal" on Mysterious Island's head is a bit absurd. It's as childish and ridiculous as putting a cartoon rabbit head on the crown.It has countless hidden subordinate organizations, just like a king spider entrenched on a giant spider web. The dense spider silk is entangled in every corner of Europe. It has absolutely cutting-edge technology and excellent intelligence gathering capabilities.

More than ten years ago, Shenshang Shuo had experienced the cold and sharp reef under this behemoth, and now he came back to this laboratory after a round trip.

He could faintly feel that his state was a bit bad.Perhaps it was because the negative emotions brought about by returning to the original cage were too large, which produced a stress reaction and pulled him out of the original shell of the vivid "Sakumi God", and pulled him high into the air, coldly Looking down at himself suddenly, but with a sense of falling that wants to jump right there.

Surrounded by such gloomy emotions, Shen Shangshuo looked at his body quietly, just like looking at whether a piece of rough stone is worth cutting.

He felt that he had lost the power to mobilize these colorful emotions, so he could only let these emotional particles fall into the soil.

If only there was something warm and bright to wrap it in.Shenshang Shuo was a little lost in thought, it's really not good to be able to support the wall in such a clear and frank manner.

His gray and white tones continued until some comic clown came in.

The comical comedian first slapped the door panel hard and artificially, which was no different from a dog's head from the shadow.The key is that the scenes of him entering the door never stopped. Balzac first squeezed his boot, which was stuffed with anxiety and twisted his toes, into the crack of the door, and then pushed his stomach into the narrow gap like it weighed eight hundred catties. , ignoring the fully open door lock the whole time.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" Balzac leaned over with a smile, his eyes like paint buckets turned as if they could splash colors.As if he didn't see Shenshang Shuo who was tied up by five flowers at all, he continued to say hello, "Did you sleep soundly last night?"

He pouted, and tapped the monitoring tool casually, "This thing was running so boring last night, it's been just a few smooth fluctuations, meaningless at all."

"I was thinking, if Maupassant's rib is useless, it would be great if you died suddenly and alone in this room."

"What a wonderful comedy that would be?" The clown's mouth grinned almost up to his ears, his face churning with a sticky syrup-like sweetness, "Think about it, the Mr. Ranpo you want most in your life, you I didn't even have time to see him for the last time..."

"Oh no, this plot is a bit old-fashioned, my fault, my fault, how about we change it to a fresh one?"

"It is said that people can still hear voices 30 seconds after death," he almost posted on Shen Shangshuo, immersed in his own script, "He should arrive at the last time to see the moment of your death, but he didn't Know that you are still conscious. Your Mr. Detective, let out the most heart-wrenching sound."

The more he talked, the more excited he was, like a drug addict, short of breath and panting, "Oh, praise my God, this is a beautiful voice, and then in the last 30 seconds, he will put this tragic It is called to be your last voice left in the world, to accompany you to bury yourself in the abyss alone."

"This is amazing...."

"However, this will not happen." The white-haired boy calmly looked back at the clown.Those bad and fiery emotions didn't burn him for a bit, and he was still the crystal clear god baby who fell from the sky and was properly placed in the ice coffin.

"Mr. Ranpo will definitely know all this. The last voice he left me as a companion will definitely not be the cry you mentioned."

It will be the kind of light, sweet, warm tone that can light up in the dark night and has echoed in his ears thousands of times.Even if the master will send him a soft dream of lightness and warmth, he will definitely not let him go to hell alone with the unwillingness and despair of the two of them.

Shen Shangshuo replied firmly.Strangely, even sometimes he didn't know himself, and felt like an untamed monster.

But Mr. is different. It is a deeper, more helpless, and happier understanding than self-awareness.

"Hiss..." Balzac, who was kicked by one of the protagonists and overturned the script, gasped.He circled around him twice as if he was meeting Shenshang Shuo for the first time, and looked up and down with his two eyeballs like spotlights.

"It's unbelievable...Look, look, there is more than one such surprise." His eyes became more and more enthusiastic, as if he was a young guy who was about to confess his love to his sweetheart in the next second.

Shenshang Shuo didn't respond either, just lay there quietly and let the lunatic stare at him like a monkey, at least he gained some popularity.It was as if he had been poured with hot water right now. Since the surface was melted together, he could barely maintain his fragile calmness.

Mr. Ranpo.He called this name over and over again in his heart, as if these four words were the gravel that was accidentally swallowed into the clam meat, causing dull pain for a long time and grinding, and finally flowing into the terminal of the nerve.

Hope to see you soon.

Shenshang Shuo looked at Dickens, who strode into the laboratory with an angry face, and Maupassant, who had not yet appeared, and sighed softly again.

Difficult.

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