My script must be HE

In the night, the lights of the Poirot Café were still on, and guests were coming in and out. In the end, there was only one man left, sitting in the innermost seat, typing on the computer with both hands.

Azusa Enomoto, who had nothing else to do, waited behind the counter for the last customer to leave.

The guest had been sitting at Café Poirot for two days in a row.

He has a sharp-edged face, and every time he comes, he brings a laptop and wireless headsets on his ears, as if he is listening to something.

'It's six o'clock? Azusa Enomoto glanced at the time.

Just when the time on the watch reached six o'clock, the door of Poirot's Cafe was pushed open again.

As the door was pushed open, the wind chime made a crisp sound.

'A new guest? Azusa Enomoto turned her head to look, and before she could say welcome, she saw more than a dozen men in police uniforms pouring in from the door.

"Click!"

The policemen raised the wooden warehouse in their hands, and the dark wooden warehouse mouth aimed at the last customer who was still in Poirot's Café.The sound of pulling the safety catch appeared one after another. Under the light, the wooden warehouse glowed with silvery white light.Azusa Enomoto took a few steps back in fright, while the man pointed at by Mu Cang slowly turned off the computer and took off the headset in his ear.

With force in his hands, he crushed the useless little object.

"Ahem..." A hoarse voice came from outside the door, and a young man in a trendy suit finally entered the Poirot Cafe.

He was Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was temporarily living in the Armed Detective Agency and was supposed to send Izumi Kyoka to Yokohama.

Like Izumi Kyoka, he never left Tokyo.

"Because you left a monitor on Amuro's cell phone, the people in black asked Zaixia and Jinghua to leave the stage." While covering his lower half of his face, he slowly explained the reason why he appeared here.

"The murderer is already in jail." The faint red light seemed to be a threat, and it was not conspicuous under the light. "You also have to follow him in."

As long as the man in front of him made any resistance, 'Rashomon' would instantly rise up and stab him right through.

Knowing that there was no way to escape, the man turned his head to look over, and slowly raised his hands.

There was an inexplicable smile on his face.

...

"Why did you only hide it from me!!!!"

The sirens sounded one after another, Makoto Kusakabe was handcuffed in black handcuffs, and under the escort of former colleagues, he entered the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department again.

And the three people who knew it well but didn't tell the little tiger made the little tiger depressed for two days. They didn't seem to hear what Atsushi Nakajima asked.

Izumi Kyoka didn't have time, Toru Amuro was being monitored and it was inconvenient to speak, but Conan thought and thought, and finally said nothing.

Each had their own reasons, so Atsushi Nakajima was concealed until the end of the matter.

After a moment of silence, the reliable underage girl spoke first.

Quan Jinghua looked serious: "Because Dun Huagui won."

"Did I win just because of drawing a turtle?!" Atsushi Nakajima couldn't believe it, and repeated the sentence twice, "I won just because of drawing a turtle this time? Don't you want to see how bad Akutagawa's acting skills are? !"

With no fluctuation in expression, Quan Jinghua nodded, agreeing with Atsushi Nakajima's words very much.

Before the explosion the day before, Akutagawa received a call from Osamu Dazai as soon as Atsushi Nakajima left the Armed Detective Agency.

"Since you are the ones staying in the Armed Detective Agency, then you and Kyoka should hide for a while." Osamu Dazai didn't care much about who stayed in the Armed Detective Agency.

But Akutagawa cared very much.

"Damn Tora, to stay under Mr. Dazai's protection so stupidly—! What's so good about him!" He was so angry that he almost crushed the landline microphone of the Armed Detective Agency.

So Akutagawa's expression that day was unwilling, unwilling, unwilling.Fortunately, this does not conflict with the script arranged by Osamu Dazai, so there is no cheating.

It's just this coincidence that made their insiders couldn't help but wonder if this was still in that man's plan.

Not interested in getting involved in the internal "contradictions" of the Armed Detective Agency, Toru Amuro handed over his mobile phone to Kazami Yuya. If nothing else, he might have to change to a mobile phone that does not automatically connect to the Internet-this gang of hackers is really hard to guard against.

"Mr. Furuya, the leader of the 'Rats of the Dead House' has been captured." Taking over the phone, Kazami Yuya reported by the way.

The operation over there also ended smoothly, and Kazami Yu also noticed that his boss's mood was rarely better.

"Next is the bomber." Toru Amuro looked at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.Kusakabe Makoto has just gone in, and he should reveal the information he knows about the bomber in a short time.

The tragedy that has been going on for many years is finally coming to an end on this day.

Amuro closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

As the night was getting darker, the teenagers and girls under the street lamps seemed to be infected by this mood, and their voices lowered.

"Akutagawa went to take back what Mr. Dazai asked for." Izumi Kyoka glanced at Toru Amuro, then her tone remained unchanged, and said the next arrangement, "The matter is settled. Atsushi, Mr. Dazai asked us to return to Yokohama tomorrow."

"Are you leaving?" Conan sensed the implication of this sentence.

Indeed, according to what Osamu Dazai said before, they appeared in the different world mainly to recover the 'books' from the leader of the 'Rats of the Dead House', and they should indeed leave if they got the things.

Thinking of Mao Lilan and others who were still in Yokohama, Conan said, "I'm going to Yokohama tomorrow, Mr. Amuro?"

It's just because I used the excuse of "Kudo Shinichi will go" for convenience, and lied to Mao Lilan.Now that the threat of the "Rat of the Dead House" has been lifted, he hasn't figured out how to get around "Why didn't Kudo Shinichi come?"

'Forget it, if you are beaten, you will be beaten. ' Conan shrugged and smiled.

They're fine.

Toru Amuro is the happiest person who knows that people from another world are leaving.Because he has a deep understanding of the unskilled mind and force of those people in the other world, he sincerely hopes that these people can leave quietly and honestly.

But he is not sure: "If there is time, I will go."

After all, the police are still very busy. This time it was a bit late to know that the culprit attacked by the Internet of Things was Makoto Kusakabe. To be on the safe side, they had already transferred some important paper files. Transfer back.

The interrogation of Makoto Kusakabe is in charge of the police from the First Search Division. As for Toru Amuro himself, it is not surprising that he will deal with the transfer of materials later.

"Ms. Dazai said that we can go to the amusement park for a day first." Izumi Jinghua added.

Her dumb hair swayed slightly, she has never been to an amusement park in another world until now.

Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head and couldn't help smiling.

It can be seen that the girl is looking forward to this arrangement.

"Is Mori the future park of the port trading company? Haibara and the others are going tomorrow." Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help suspecting that Osamu Dazai wanted them to say goodbye.

After all, the Detective Boys really like Atsushi Nakajima and the others.

Of course, Atsushi Nakajima has no problem, and the road will be more lively if we are together.

While they were talking, the cell phone in Conan's pocket suddenly rang.Conan glanced at it. The calling number was the FBI investigator, Shuichi Akai, who had disappeared for two days.

When they were discussing, Akai Shuichi didn't participate, so Conan actually only knew that Akai Shuichi was also investigating "The Mouse of the Dead House", but he didn't know his plan.

'The reason why I called at this time is probably because I heard the news that the 'Rat of the Dead House' was captured by the police. '

He answered the phone, and it turned out that Akai Shuichi was here for this matter.

"Conan, please tell Bourbon that I want to meet the leader of the 'Rat of the House of Death'. As for the conditions, I have caught the bomber who blasted the Tokyo Tower yesterday." He said straight to the point, "I can directly send him Send it to the police."

Without this condition, he knew that he might not be able to convince Amuro Toru.

Conan quickly agreed to Shuichi Akai's request: "I will tell."

There was a pause on the phone, and he quickly said, "There is one thing that I am very concerned about. I think if I tell you, I might find something."

Conan's curiosity gradually arose, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

The things that can make this FBI care about but don't know very well are probably those people from another world.

'Mr. Akai asked what? ' Conan thought quickly.

As he speculated, Akai Shuichi did get some news from the bomber.

"The goal of the leader of the 'Rat of the Dead House' is to change the world." Akai Shuichi looked out the window at the dark night, and the silver moon in the sky seemed extraordinarily pure and beautiful.

However, the doubts in his heart have not been resolved.

Since it is to change the world, why has the 'book' not been used?

...

The moon seen in Yokohama is not much different from that seen in Tokyo.

The windows of the chief's room were wide open, and the moonlight shone into the chief's room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, just stopping behind the man.

Next to him was the cold tea, and a laptop was placed in front of him, and the page on the screen was still on the public security intranet.

"Kudou-kun is really rude to rouse people." He said, rubbing his temples tiredly.

Some pale hands kept typing on the keyboard, and the crisp sound seemed extraordinarily loud in the silent chief's room.The silver moonlight shifted gradually on the floor, illuminating an empty teacup and a pot of cold tea on the coffee table.

Ever since the secretary left yesterday, the iron panels have been pulled up in this room to allow the light to shine in.

Correspondingly, since then, the leader has issued an order not to allow anyone to enter the leader's room.

Including the top cadre Nakahara Chuya.

The consequence of this is that he completely forgets to eat.

After a long time, the sound of the keyboard being tapped stopped.

Turning off the computer, Osamu Dazai rested his chin and looked at the darkness in front of him, but nothing was reflected in that kite-colored eye.

In the empty eyes, the front door is hidden in the darkness, tightly closed, like an indestructible shackle on the body.

With a pleasant wind chime, a door was pushed open.

somewhere in the world.

A man with glasses and a back-swept hair was staring at the computer screen in a dark room, clicked the mouse, and the words 'send successfully' appeared in front of his eyes.

A decadent man with bronze hair sat at the desk in the hotel, his fingers clenched slightly, and the pen under his palm left black ink marks on the white paper.

The leader wearing a red scarf suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Finally, it's the fourth step."

He dragged out the ending sound, seemingly happy but also indifferent.

Under the bright moonlight, he slightly turned his head.

...

Countdown.

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