Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Several detectives are currently investigating on the top floor of the cruise ship. Conan and Hattori Heiji are still checking the structure of the room to determine the formation of the secret room of this house.

Maori once again acted as a temporary policeman, inquiring about the discoveries of several teenagers.

And Edogawa Ranpo only took a few glances, then left the scene of the crime.

"These are really nothing to look at,? The criminal who killed people with supernatural powers has left."

Speaking of this, Ranpo's immature face showed a trace of disgust, he lowered his voice and followed Fukuzawa Yukichi, and complained in a low voice: "President,? That person was trained by the clock tower! "

The young man chattered about his discovery with the silver-haired warrior, "It was originally said that it was an ordinary disguised ability, but now it can kill so many people? At the same time, it can also habitually erase itself. Mark of."

"Human experiments and professional training." Fukuzawa Yukichi looked down at Edogawa Ranpo, and reached out to help straighten the boy's crooked hat.

He who has participated in wars and seen darkness has obviously seen more than Edogawa Ranpo who lived in a peaceful environment.

Although Yokohama does not appear to be a peaceful environment to outsiders.

Because he has seen a lot, Fukuzawa Yukichi even felt the murderer's emptiness from the breath in the room the moment he opened the door.Confused mood.

Looking down at the handle of his knife, Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed softly.

He doesn't like the familiar atmosphere in the room, it reminds him of himself before he met the teacher.

"I think that person should be in the lobby on the first floor right now." Edogawa Ranpo thought about the group of noisy ordinary people downstairs, "He was looking forward to appreciating the panic and panic caused by himself. "

"Then we..." Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned worriedly, his stern expression seemed extraordinarily solemn.

"Well,? But someone below will solve it." Edogawa Ranpo pouted suddenly, and complained in a small voice.

"I don't like future members".

"What?" Although Fukuzawa Yukichi heard Edogawa Ranpo's words clearly, he didn't understand what Edogawa Ranpo meant.

"I don't like the Supernatural Secret Service either."

"They always want to block people."

Edogawa groaned and groaned, but his pace became slower and slower.

"I really don't want to meet you."

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The hall on the first floor fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked warily at the person standing at the dining table.

Or rather float.

The man was wearing a bright red dress and had long, smooth hair. He looked like a prom queen at a gorgeous banquet.But that person's face is indeed masculine, even with a man's Adam's apple.

The person in the red dress was pale, with a weird and fanatical smile.

"Hee hee, hello everyone, I am your...undertaker."

"So be quiet."

His tone was coquettish, but his voice was male and female, which gave people a feeling of incongruity just like his attire, and the people in the hall were creepy.

At the same time hold your breath.

The voice in the room can be heard.

Being watched by everyone, the man in the red skirt had a trace of ecstasy on his face.

"You're so cute, why don't you all look at me?"

"You... who are you and what is your purpose?" A native of Yokohama boldly asked this foreign supernatural being who appeared suddenly.

"Me, I want to play a game with everyone."

"As for what game it is, it's my favorite "Find the Difference"."

"In the time to come, I will become your companion, either kill me or be killed by me." There was a crazy smile on the pale face, "Isn't it fair?"

There was a sudden panic on the boat.

Even the locals in Yokohama, most of them have only seen supernatural beings, and even some well-protected people have only heard of the existence of supernatural beings.

And after discovering that this superhuman with special abilities harbored malicious intentions, there were exclamations and screams in the hall.

"I don't play, let me out!"

"Please let us go."

"Get me off the boat, I don't want to play games!"

Hearing these begging or crying voices, the red skirt showed a satisfied smile. His face at the moment was hypocritical and regretful, but his tone was full of pleasure: "By the way, by the way, this place is closed by me, so I can't get out." You can't come in, and you don't want those guys in the way to come in and destroy my game."

"Hey, I said you are too arrogant. You don't think you can kill us all, outsider, don't you underestimate Yokohama?"

With these words, several people's bodies or surroundings seemed to have changed.

"Hey, there are quite a few supernatural beings on board."

"Hee hee, that would be more fun."

"I like watching people with supernatural powers...self-acting, mutilation, and killing."

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Poe was relieved to be standing on the first deck without the passing crew.

But inexplicably, he cared about the guy who passed by before.

"Have you ever heard someone say the ability to transform into other people? But that kind of change is a total change."

"Ah, other detectives have organizations, but I don't, am I not very social?"

"But it's okay to not fit in."

"I don't care if I want it...but it's better to stay at home."

Edgar Allan Poe spread his thoughts, but subconsciously followed the man.

But seeing people walked into the hall with the most people on board, Poe lost the motivation to follow, and even shrank silently.

The detective's curiosity and the nature of social fear were in a fierce struggle in his mind. He couldn't separate them online for a while, standing quietly like a sculpture on a boat.

But I don't know what happened in the hall, there were harsh screams and noisy noises in the hall.

This kind of attack, which seemed to be acting on the soul, made Karl, who hugged the fried hair tightly, move back slowly, and crouched in the shadows.

But his eyes hidden under the bangs were staring curiously at the direction of the hall, watching the changes in the situation with a kind of curiosity.

Then a white-haired man entered, and two familiar teenagers entered, and there was no sound in the hall.

Until his curious teenager came out.

Because he was squatting, Poe could see the boy more clearly when the boy walked by, so he had more doubts in his heart.

There are indeed some similarities, especially the eyes.But after seeing those eyes, I felt that there was nothing similar.

"It's so strange." Rubbing the fur in his arms, Edgar Allan Poe fell into doubt.

So, is he the supernatural being that Mr. Ranpo wants to track down?

"My generation's information is still too little, why don't you tell him..." Poe suddenly stopped talking to himself, and he felt a cold gun pointing at the back of his neck behind him.

"Who are you going to tell me about me?" The boy's voice was cold, even though he sounded no more than eighteen.Nine years old, but his temperament is cold and murderous.

This is clearly a journeyman.

This made Edgar Allan Poe, who had been obsessed with writing novels, panicked even though he was a supernatural user, but had basically never participated in battles.

"I, I don't know what you're talking about." Edgar Allan Poe instinctively lowered his head, trying to avoid the uncomfortable muzzle on the back of his neck, but the chill was like a gangrene, wrapping around his neck all the time, as if under the A second would kill him.

"But I obviously heard it."

What fell with these words was a monitor attached to Poe.

"You are... oh, at that time." Poe reacted quickly, and quickly remembered the first meeting, "So, why did you focus on me?"

"Probably because of habit."

The boy's tone was coquettish, but the movements of his hands did not relax in the slightest, "I think you are very dangerous, but in the end you followed."

"But I, I have no ill intentions towards you."... But you are really a bad person, right?

"Hey, but you just need to tell me, who do you want to tell about my existence?" The boy stood in the shadow at this moment, looking at the man and the raccoon huddled in two beside him, ignoring the roar of a certain bald man in the earphones.

"My generation, my generation will not say that I want to tell Mr. Ranpo."

"Ranpo... Is it Edogawa Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency...?"

Hearing this name, he was slightly stunned for a moment, but in this stupefaction, Poe seized the opportunity. Poe turned around, and at some point a book appeared in his hand.

Throwing the book out, the pages opened in the wind, and went straight to the boy.

"Although it's not finished yet, it's hard for ordinary people to come out." Edgar Allan Poe inexplicably felt confident.

Then... nothing happened.

The boy whose face was hit by the book rubbed his sore nose, tears welling up in an instant.

"...Is this how a novelist fights?" Holding the book that was smashed in the face, the young man looked depressed, "Isn't it just to scare you, why did you hit me with the book?"

"I'm sorry, my generation..." Poe's apology faltered, and his eyes stayed on the black barrel of the gun in the young man's hand.

"..."

Even if he didn't show his eyes, Edgar Allan Poe couldn't resist the gloom around him at the moment.

"How can there be such a thing?"

"This is the villain's first complaint."

The more Edgar Allan Poe thought about it, the angrier he became. If he could quarrel with someone, he would definitely do it.

But he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Okay, okay, I'll return it to you." The boy looked at the boy who was surrounded by a violent aura, and decisively stuffed the book in his hand into the boy's hand.

Then he complained to the voice on the other end of the headset, "This is an instinctive reaction, and you know what I did before."

"Hey, hey~" The boy's voice became perfunctory after digging his ears, "I will make a good impression, after all, I'm a future colleague, oops, it seems that the signal is not good."

After finishing speaking, he decisively turned off the noisy earphones, and the boy rubbed his ears and murmured, "Fortunately, I don't have to be a colleague with Four-Eyed Boy. That kind of life is a bit too bad."

"So... What do you want to do with me?" The boy suddenly turned around with a smile, and looked at Edgar Allan Poe.

It was obviously a smile, but the hypocritical smile that didn't reach the eyes made Poe couldn't help shivering.

After knowing it, he suddenly thought, did his ability just fail?

There was a layer of cold sweat on the back instantly.

The author has something to say: It's getting slower and slower...I feel like I'm going from six days to three days