How should a person without supernatural powers save the world in the Shura field?

It's a twist, a bad, sad twist.

The fate of the characters has already been determined, and the writer who wrote the words has unknown malice and expectations, hesitant and clear.

——"Portrait of ebh in the Twenty Faces Series, Sekiguchi Tatsumi", this is the signature on the last page.

There are many fogs set in the novel, the detective and the murderer's chase scenes are exciting and varied, and the friend's attitude of being an enemy is not an enemy, and a friend is not a friend has also successfully diverted the readers' attention, and the detective's usual pursuit behavior And psychological activities also generally cover their sight.

Why does this detective always fight and fail again and again?It's not because of the high-ranking mentality of a friend who seems to be cat-and-mouse, but because the detective is a murderer. He hides his crazy heart with a melancholy and inferior appearance, so that colleagues, clients and family members around him can't see his truth. face, but the potential anomaly is indeed right in front of their eyes.

Like Mr. Detective's diary in the appendix—

"Get up at five forty."

"Wash and shave and have breakfast."

"Find case information and take notes."

Ordinary records like these keep repeating,

Until a certain page, the neat notes on the tablet suddenly became scribbled, and it read: "Prepare tools such as a knife and plastic bag." A few pages later, it read: "Killed the first subject in the alley."

The desperately suppressed desire was released, and the beard, breakfast and notes finally lost to the murderous urge.

Therefore, the truth revealed at the end of the last chapter is very different from the ending imagined by most readers, which has attracted many criticisms.

"Three views are not correct." As the first person left a low-score negative comment on the Internet, many excited netizens followed up, fearing that the world would not be chaotic. The media will then stir up the atmosphere, and the evaluation and attitude on the Internet will show diametrically opposite polarities.

However, there are only a few who are emotional and rhythmic, and the famous director who bought the adaptation rights but has not started to shoot has been scolded bloody by the eagerly awaited readers in Japan.

The director, who doesn't care about other people at all, is now on the set with his legs crossed, looking forward to Ayu's appearance.

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Ayu was brought into the set.

What came oncoming was the indiscriminate anger from the famous director,

"Idiot! Idiot! I don't want you for anything! Garbage!"

"I receive more than 2 movie scripts every year, but only [-] or [-] are finally selected for shooting."

Spewing anger from his nostrils, the director began to grieve at the actors on stage,

"Why? Because what I pursue is art! It's beauty! It's something truly immortal!"

No, the [-] or [-] movies that were filmed were all smashed. As the king of bad movies, you should stop pursuing art.The studio assistant who nodded and bowed exhaustedly wiped off his sweat.

"Their motivation for making movies and promoting them is always one: money. Garbage!"

The director continued to talk,

"Replacing substance with spectacle and reality with weirdness. Contrived performances, musical violence, false stories, just to get the audience's attention and use hundreds of millions of dollars to pile up scenes and scenes. Garbage!"

In the sound of "garbage", Ayu was finally brought in front of the director by the trembling staff.

"Very good." After venting, the director pushed Ayu into the spotlight, greeted another person to go up, and then told Ayu, "Have you read the novel? The lines are not important, the important thing is the momentum, the attitude The temperament of a perverted murderer who is restrained and calm, must make everyone fall for you and be deceived by you."

"What is my role?" Ayu asked calmly, looking at the dazzling spotlight.

"My memory!" The director patted his thigh and anxiously supported Ayu's shoulder and shook it back and forth, "You are friend a. Substitute it in! Don't worry about the lines, bring you in! You are the one who wants to save the detective, constantly The friend who wiped his ass and was shot dead by him in the end."

"Pfft." There was a slight laugh at the scene, amused by this vulgar and clear explanation.Indeed, ignoring the twisted and obscure core of the novel, just looking at the beginning and end of the story, it is true.A soft-hearted man who has the bad luck of befriending a murderer detective ends up getting killed, of course.

With his head shaken back and forth, Ayu closed his eyes and walked into the world in the novel——

I was that friend who wanted to save the detective, kept wiping his ass, and was shot dead by him in the end...

Why, knowing that you will be shot to death, you still stand in front of your friend without hesitation. Is it weak, is it a fluke mentality, is it because you can't bear these crimes and blood, or do you want to use your own death to save the friend who is trapped in it? ?

Friend a's occupation is not detailed in the novel, is he an upright policeman?Is it the smiling and inclusive flower shop owner?Is it an ideal teacher?

neither.

Ayu opened his eyes, straightened his cuffs, and walked to the center of the set.

The scene that is currently being trial shot is the last scene, and Ayu, who has no script book at all, can only act on the spot.

"Hello, I'm Natori Monday." The brown-haired, red-eyed young man held out his hand to Ayu who approached, "I'm a detective."

I like the author's new book, which was filmed by the king of bad Hollywood movies. Yesterday, it was announced that it was going to be adapted and that the characters would be screened immediately. Natori flew in non-stop from Japan on Monday, and finally got a suitable role, but found that he was about to be with himself The actor who played was only a minor, and it seemed that this was the first time he participated in the filming.I was specially instructed to play freely, and it was also to take care of that young man who might not even read the script book?

The first time I shot a bad movie, I really want to contribute here?

Natori sighed and pulled himself together to face it.

"Last scene - start!"

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The detective raised the gun to his friend, with unshakable determination in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, he could find that his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.

"A, let it go, the police have surrounded this place, you... can't escape..." "Let it go... let it go, you still have a chance."

The detective murmured to his friend and comforted himself in a low voice.

Just right pause, just right hesitation, it looks like a melancholy geek who has been severely hit.He is indeed a popular actor in Japan, and it seems that he is not useless except for his face.

It's just... there's something missing... madness, a little invisible madness is needed.pity.

Impatient.

The expression on the face of the friend here is impatience.

He tidied up his cuffs, a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Black hair combed back, dark circles under the eyes, pale skin and bottomless pupils.

Tall and well-fitting suits, oppressive eyes, relaxed and unswerving standing posture,

He stood there like that, no one could take his eyes off,

Although there is no explanation, his every move is clearly for everyone to guess,

This must be an upper-class elite who has always remained calm and rational.

Do not mix personal feelings, do not stay in the right and wrong place,

He has received a good education and has been in contact with all kinds of people in society, and his eyes are on a place that no one can touch.

He may be a surgeon who walks precisely on the patient's body with a scalpel in his hand, he may be a big entrepreneur who has a successful career and is loved by his employees, he may be a superior general who leads an absolutely obedient army without fear, It may be a celebrity aristocrat casually holding a wine glass and gesticulating to everyone.

But, at that moment, maybe the moment when he lowered his eyelids, maybe the moment when he touched the cuff, those who saw it would shudder, and these people would find out——he was faking it.

A masterful disguise, the personable and charismatic exterior wraps the heart of a ruthless hunter inside.

It's like a spider masquerading as an ant, so that the prey mistake it for a companion, and by the time they realize it, it is too late.

"you are wrong."

The friend looked indifferent,

"It's you who can't escape."

A demon in the guise of a friend approaches the detective.

Involuntarily, beads of sweat appeared on the detective's forehead, his hand holding the gun was shaking violently, his pupils dilated to reflect the approaching figure in front of him, his teeth were clenched tightly to prevent his cheeks from twitching violently,

What happened, what just happened?The detective was forced into a panic. He couldn't understand all this and opened his eyes wide. Who is the person in front of him?What is this devil trying to do?This no longer familiar A wants to kill him?

The expression in the devil's eyes is indescribable, cold, lifeless, impatient, and with shallow interest, the person he is staring at will understand at a glance-"Get out"!

It's easy to scare the shit out of everyone present.

"Hannibal Lecter! Ted Bundy!" A low, shrill laugh rolled out of his throat, and the director wanted to slap the table excitedly, but he turned his hand and patted his thigh without making too much noise He suppressed a sharp laugh, "Yes! It's you! I read it right! I read it right!"

In primitive times long ago, it was not the bravest, most bloodthirsty, nor the most skilled hunters who harvested the most prey, but the calmest and sharpest.

They feel the prey's heart, see through the prey's thoughts and tricks, accurately predict all the evasion routes and escape plans of the prey, and wait patiently. At the moment when they are most relaxed, they "peng" and make a move fatal.

Why did you stand opposite your friend without hesitation when you knew you were going to be shot?

Because what he is looking for is darkness, he wants to see how far these people can go, he wants to see how crazy the friends who stumbled and grew up can go.

He doesn't mind pushing the boat along with the current and using his own life to fuel the flames. Life is something outside of him. What he is willing to watch is the struggle of human nature, and see what surprises his Mr. Detective can give him.

Unfortunately, the detective failed him.