In order to draw manga, I acted all over the world

[Mr. TO Mori:

this is a teaser

Your helicopter is gone]

Seeing the words on the note, Fu Heihui blurted out: "Is this a threat?!"

"Don't care what the content is, just send it to me." Kageyama Yu said.

Fu Heihui folded the note, and Knotaba Yuhito, who heard the phone call beside him, shook his head at him, wanting him to refuse the request.

Nagasaki Wild Rose anxiously pinched his arm, lowered her voice and said, "Dangerous!"

Fu Heihui withdrew his hand, and said in a deep voice to the phone: "I will call you again after delivering this letter for you. I hope you can keep your promise."

After hanging up the phone, Wild Rose immediately asked him: "Are you really going?"

Thinking of Fu Heijin Miki on the drawing, Fu Heihui's face became even more serious, "I have to go!"

"Then let's help you find someone." Hu Zhang said, "The person in the white coat should be a doctor, right? It's near the Xingang Wharf, and if you know the last name, it should be easy to find."

"If that person has a problem, we will tell Teacher Wutiao about it." Wild Qiangwei added.

After receiving the concern from the two classmates, Fu Heihui's brows were slightly loosened, and his condensed voice also slowed down, "Thank you."

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When the three students of the High School of Conjuration went to Qi Mu Kunichun to read the manuscript, Oda Kazuyuki had just finished eating in the studio.

"Someone wants to see your original manuscript that was returned?" Saiki Kusuo said, "I thought you wouldn't show them."

"Why not?"

"Maybe something more interesting will happen after reading it." Oda Kazuyuki picked up the pen and paper on the table, scribbled down a few lines, folded the paper and handed it to Saiki Kusuo, "Help me Busy, take this to the editorial department of You Rongshe, editor Qi Mu should still be there."

Those who want to see the manuscript are there, right?

Saiki Kusuo immediately understood who the paper was written for, he glanced at the meaningful smile on Oda Kazuyuki's face, and nodded slightly.

It takes at least an hour from the studio to the editorial department. Oda Kazuyuki asked Saiki Kusuo to teleport there with superpowers. I was prepared to be rejected by him, but I didn't expect him to agree so simply.

Oda Kazuyuki couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you today?"

"That manuscript...is the painting on it real?" Saiki Kusuo's eyes unconsciously shifted to his forehead.

He was particularly concerned about the looming stitches under the black hair.

He was Oda Kazuyuki's assistant, and he had vaguely guessed some things, but he had never asked him before, and this was the first time he asked Oda Kazuyuki such a question.

As if voluntarily crossing a certain boundary, and one step closer to this person who hides under countless identities, Saiki Kusuo's calm heart tightened slightly.

"Hahahahaha."

Oda Kazuyuki seemed to have heard something very funny, "You've been distracted tonight, and that's why?"

He stroked his bangs with a bright smile, and said briskly, "How could such a thing be true? It's all processed through art."

"..." Touching the line exposed between his forehead, Saiki Kusuo's expressionless face showed a bit of distrust.

Oda Kazuyuki couldn't help but put the pen in his hand to his lips, with a somewhat smug smile: "Okay, then I'll tell you one more thing."

"The secret of success as a cartoonist is to always remain mysterious—"

"If I expose all the secrets to the readers, wouldn't I be unattractive to them?"

A strand of black hair stretched down the side of his neck, and the exquisite Adam's apple slid along with the laughter. Saiki Kusuo raised his thoughts to refute him for no reason. For him, the feeling he felt from Oda Kazuyuki Rather than attraction, it is better to say that the temptation comes with precision.

"That's the end of this topic," Oda Kazuyuki blinked at him when he noticed his distraction, and reminded again, "I'm going to catch up on the manuscript first, remember to deliver things for me."

He tapped the paper held by Saiki Kusuo with his fingertips, and his smile deepened.

Saiki Kusuo watched him sit down on the workbench without a word, and after a moment of silence, he activated his superpower and left the studio.

Oda Kazuyuki devoted himself to work seriously. He only had a general idea for the episode about gin. He didn’t think about many plots and details. He could only revise while drawing. When Fukurohui called, he only finished it. finished the first chapter.

"I don't know if Mr. Mori can find Mr. Fuhei."

Oda Kazuyuki remembered the few curse spirits he met today, and his smile became more interesting, "Destroy all the magicians..."

He thought the idea was very interesting, but this kind of thing would be too boring if more people were not invited to participate.

Bowing his head to tidy up the line draft on the desktop, Oda Kazuyuki walked into the room, and when he came out, he had already changed into a black suit, wearing a top hat of the same color, and his overly bright eyes were hidden under the overly wide brim of the hat.

After he came to the nearby police station building with his computer bag, he found a hidden location to connect to the police station network.

He opened up the internal network with ease, and saw those policemen pouring water on the forum, discussing the detective Mori Kogoro who has been in the limelight recently.

"I also know that guy Kogoro, he wasn't so powerful when he was a policeman."

"Maybe I got advice from an expert."

"An expert? Could it be Mr. Ranpo?"

Chaos?Is Edogawa Ranpo?

Oda Kazuyuki paused, he was not in Yokohama in the past few years, but he had heard Oda Saku mention a few times, he is said to be a very remarkable person... and he is Dazai's current colleague.

A window popped up from the screen, drawing his attention back—it was the subway station surveillance he had called.

The mantra could not be photographed in the surveillance, and he left after saying a few words to the air, and then another person came outside the subway station. The person looked very similar to him, and it looked like he was leaving again came back.

The man waited at the appointed place for ten minutes, Oda Kazuyuki suspended the monitoring, and looked at the man's face carefully. Although he looked almost exactly the same as him, if you look closely, you will find that his expression is dark and chaotic, and he is very emotional. Unstable, like a time bomb that could explode at any moment.

"Is it because too many spell spirits have been fused, and it's almost unbearable?" Oda Kazuyuki watched with interest as his face changed in the surveillance, and finally left with a gloomy face.

Oda Kazuyuki followed the nearby surveillance and successfully found his address.

After writing down the address, Oda Kazuyuki deleted the traces of the intrusion, but the police still didn't find that he had been there, and they were still chatting about the rankings of several detectives on the forum.

Oda Kazuyuki closed the computer, chuckled softly, "It's good that Toru Amuro isn't here."

If he did this downstairs in the Metropolitan Police Department, Toru Amuro would definitely bite like a shark smelling blood, and he couldn't even shake it off.

He went back to put the computer away, and then drove to the address he had noted down.

It was almost late at night, and there was no light on that building, but Oda Kazuyuki still felt the chaotic mantra spreading like a whirlpool under the dark night.

He walked up the stairs, stopped in front of the door in the center of the vortex, and knocked on the door without haste.

"Who?" came a vigilant voice from inside.

Oda Kazuyuki continued to knock on the door with a little more force.

There was a rustling sound from inside the door, and the people inside seemed to be very impatient, stepping heavily.

"Who is it?"

The footsteps gradually approached, and Oda Kazuyuki withdrew his hand. After a while, the door opened a crack from the inside, and a face that was almost the same as him appeared in front of him.

But no one will think that he is the same person as Oda Kazuyuki. Oda Kazuyuki is dressed in a suit and has indifferent eyes, while the man has loose long hair, bloodshot eyes, and jagged sutures on his forehead, just a door away The distance seems to be very different.

"Good evening." Oda Kazuyuki said, "I'm interrupting again."

"Who are you--?!"

The face hidden under the brim of the black hat was both familiar and unfamiliar. The person inside the door screamed, and then "plopped" and fell to the ground without warning.

The black mist came out of Oda Kazuyuki's body at some point, like a spider web wrapped around the man's body, Oda Kazuyuki grabbed his hands and dragged him into the door, and quickly slammed the door shut.

Turn on the light, and the black mist spreads to every corner of the room like running water.

A moment later, a cloud of mist wrapped a mobile phone and flew in front of Oda Kazuyuki. The content on the mobile phone screen was constantly beating, and lines of information jumped into his eyes.

TO Xia Youjie: Where are you?

TO Xia Youjie: I have something to tell you, it's very important.

TO Xia Youjie: I want to see you.Oda Kazuyuki: "..."

Even if he just read the text, he could feel the urgency of his brain. He was too attached to Xia Youjie.

Oda Kazuyuki always knew that what Brain Flower wanted most was Xia Youjie's body, but Brain Flower's impatience still frightened him.

He threw him on the sofa and looked at the face carefully, "It's really uncomfortable."

Thinking of this person usually using his pinched face to bluff and deceive, Oda Kazuyuki felt uncomfortable for a while.

He stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on the head of the person in front of him.

The long black hair looked like dry grass, and the skin under his palms could not feel any vitality, as if he had been dead for a long time. The corner of Oda Kazuyuki's mouth lightly raised, and he whispered: "Spell—reconstruction!"

The blue mantra poured out of his hand and poured into the lifeless body under his hand.

"You didn't see me today."

"You met the curse spirits at the subway station, ate barbecue with them, and discussed how to eliminate the magician... Later, you met Gojo Wu."

The spell invaded the body, modifying the memory stored in the mind, watching the body that was extremely similar to his own face struggling violently, with dry fingers grabbing his wrist, Oda and Xing paused, and said with a normal expression: "For To prevent Wujo Wu from discovering your connection with the curse spirit, you pretended to beat them up, and later with the help of a passing stranger, you managed to get rid of Wujo Wu and escaped home."

Following Oda Kazuyuki's words, the strength of the struggle under his hands became weaker and weaker, and Oda Kazuyuki's voice became deeper and deeper: "The person who helped you seems to have a problem with Gojo Satoru. You think he is dangerous. Next time When you see him, try not to talk to him."

After Oda Kazuyuki finished speaking, he opened the hand that was pinching his wrist, and seeing the inconspicuous red mark on it, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The power of resistance has weakened..."

It wasn't the first time he had done something like modifying memory, but Naohua's resistance became weaker every time.

"Could it be that he transferred his main consciousness to another body?" Oda Kazuko carefully looked at the body in front of him.

This was fabricated by him using a lot of materials in the laboratory at the beginning. It has gathered a lot of mixed forces, and has been "fused" by too many spells in the brain. It has become extremely chaotic. Power is ruling these forces that may run away at any time.

Seeing that the brain's main consciousness was still there, Oda Kazuyuki felt relieved, withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

Although there are still many parts of Brainstorm outside, as long as the main consciousness is still there, Oda Kazuyuki will find a way to deal with him sooner or later.

At this time, Oda Kazuyuki suddenly stopped and walked past Naohua, he felt as if he had kicked something under his feet.

A white cube rolled down from the sofa when Naohua was struggling, and was kicked by Oda Kazuyuki, Gululu rolled to the corner.

Several gaps on the cube opened suddenly, and human eyes stared at Oda Kazuyuki.

Oda Kazuyuki was taken aback, and walked over to pick it up.

"Prison gate?"

He tossed the white cube in his palm, and after confirming that it was the long-lost special-grade cursed object, he put it in his pocket without hesitation.

The road conditions near Naohua's residence are not very good, and most of the street lights are broken. It took Oda Kazuyuki a little time to find his car parked nearby, but it still didn't affect his good mood.

He put the prison gate on the center console of the car, and just as he turned on the headlights, a black shadow suddenly rushed over from the side.

"Boom!"

The man patted hard on the car window, "Open the door!"

Oda Kazuyuki looked intently, and there was a squint-eyed young man wearing a beret standing outside the car window, and the hem of the brown cloak was gently shaking in the night wind with his movements.

"Quickly open the door," he yelled loudly with his mobile phone in his other hand, "Send Ranbu-sama to the bus station!"

Ranpo-sama?

Oda Kazuyuki paused at the words of refusal, and opened the door of the passenger seat sideways, "Going to the station so late?"

"I got this."

Edogawa stepped into the passenger seat in random steps, and handed the mobile phone interface to Oda Kazuyuki in front of Oda Kazuyuki.

"There are tigers in the warehouse on No. 15 street of Tsurumi River..."

As if he was afraid that Oda Kazuyuki would not see clearly, Edogawa Ranpo moved his phone a little closer to Oda Kazuyuki, "It's best to send me directly to this place, I'm not very good at hitchhiking."

It was the first time for Oda Kazuyuki to hear such an unreasonable request, he immediately turned his head: "I can only take you to the station, I won't go to Yokohama."

"!" Edogawa took back the phone in a random step, and opened his narrowed eyes for a moment.

Oda Kazuyuki ignored his scrutiny and set the navigation position to a nearby station.

The cold white headlights illuminated the uneven road ahead, and Edogawa Luanbu stared at the prison gate in front of the car for a while, then said suddenly: "I've seen you."

"In the afternoon, I was investigating the reason for the sudden increase in homicides in Tokyo at the Metropolitan Police Department. Dazai suddenly called and asked me to investigate something."

"About four years ago, you appeared in Yokohama with a man in a white hat."

Oda Kazuyuki was startled, his fingers clenched the steering wheel, and he restrained himself from turning his head to look at Edogawa Ranpo.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't know if he noticed his gaffe, but he still said in a steady voice: "I asked in the Metropolitan Police Department, the man wearing the hat is called Fyodor D, and he is an underground bandit group." The leader of the Rats of the Dead House, a part-time intelligence dealer."

"Dazai said, you took his best friend away."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-1223:56:31~2021-05-2001:15:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Shenyuesu; 2 bottles of Mommy’s hungry rice;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!