Reconstructing the three-quarter concept in the world of science

It never occurred to me that Oda Saku would write a mystery novel, and I don’t think Mr. Dazai should have thought of it either.

I think Odasaku should think carefully: "Odasaku, the core of mystery novels is reasoning and cases, but the commission received by our armed detective agency..."

How many are speculative films?Aren't they all action movies?With only a few of Mr. Ranpo's reasoning, can you really find something to write about?

Where did you get the material from?

Odasaku looked down at me: "Don't worry, the little detective has agreed that I use his solved cases to create, and he will provide me with the cases and reasoning process."

So is it because this detective has distorted Oda's writing style?How sinful!The detective!

My voice was dry, and I tried to save it again: "Odasaku, why don't you think about it again?"

"I want to try it." Oda Saku looked at me quietly, "The detective's duty is to reveal the truth, and the author is to record it, carefully dissect the life and humanity in it, and show it to people."

I:"……"

Although what you said seems to be very philosophical, but...

Odasaku, have you been brainwashed by detectives? ?

>>

Conan who gave the suggestion did not expect that when he borrowed Kogoro Mori's mouth to solve the case, he would be found to be reasoning behind the scenes.

When he had just finished deducing the murderer and the case and heaved a sigh of relief, he turned around and saw someone standing beside him quietly watching him. God knows how scared he was at that time!

He just stood quietly by this person and watched him reasoning for an unknown how long!Scared him to death, okay? !

Conan suppressed his frantic heartbeat and greeted nervously: "Yo, Uncle Oda, you're here too."

"Ah... here is a commission from a detective agency." Oda Sakunosuke replied calmly.

Conan hesitated for a while, but he still didn't dare to ask "Did you see it all?" but Oda Sakunosuke said in admiration: "Conan is very powerful, he can solve the case at such a young age."

However, there was still no expression on his face, and it didn't look like he was praising a child at all.

——Then doesn’t that mean you’ve seen everything you need to see! ?

Conan is numb.He wanted to struggle again, but he didn't know how to round it.

He gave up.

He admitted: "Okay, anyway, you have seen it, can you keep it secret for me?"

Oda Sakunosuke was confused: "I thought children should like to be praised by adults?"

Conan, who suddenly found out that he was originally a high school student detective Kudo Shinichi, hadn't been revealed yet: "..."

He dryly argued: "There is always a distance between geniuses and ordinary people, and I don't want my classmates to alienate me, so..."

ah ah!What a shame!I actually uttered such a second-year line! !

But Oda Sakunosuke expressed his understanding: "Children should get along with their peers more."

... Believe it!

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly changed the subject to end the topic: "Last time Uncle Oda said he was going to write a novel, how much did you write?"

Before he had time to feel that he was only 23 years old, he was called uncle Oda: "..."

Being looked at by a child with expectant eyes, Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a moment, but still said: "I...I don't know if I am still qualified to pick up a pen..."

Conan looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you say that?"

"Because..." Oda Sakunosuke was about to continue, but suddenly realized that the child in front of him was a child under ten years old, and swallowed the following words again.

But Conan obviously didn't want to let him go like this: "Let's talk~ Uncle Oda, why~?"

He said coquettishly with his cute and cute voice and expression.Since he drank the medicine and became smaller, he has become more and more proficient at doing this.

He couldn't figure out the connection between these people who were obviously from different or even opposing organizations, but they all used the names of literary giants as their code names. He only had some baseless guesses.

Mr. Ango Sakaguchi, who said before that he would come to see him, has never seen him since that day, and he doesn't know if something happened or he forgot.

In short, now that he has the opportunity to know information about these people, he will never let this opportunity pass!

Oda Sakunosuke never said anything to the children that you are too young to understand, just like in front of the adopted children before, he never concealed that he was a mafia.When the children said that they would become mafia in the future, he never treated them as ignorant children, and only said, "You can wait until you are older and then consider whether you want to become a mafia."

Although he doesn't support it, he doesn't want them to go to the mafia.

He never hid everything that should be attributed to darkness just because they were children.

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a while, and told Conan: "I want to write a book, mainly because I saw a book about a killer who no longer kills. I used to be a killer, and the book by Mr. Natsume Soseki , let me find the meaning of life...but the final ending of the novel was torn off."

He organized his language and said hesitantly: "Someone told me that if you want to know the ending, you might as well write one yourself... So I never killed anyone again, because a killer who kills cannot write a killer who doesn't kill." of the heart."

Conan nodded, thinking that this idea is very good.

His eyes widened when he heard the name Natsume Soseki, but when he thought about it, there seemed to be no killers in the works of the literary giant Natsume Soseki, and he knew the Natsume Soseki he thought of and the Natsume Soseki in the mouth of Oda Sakunosuke It's not the same person anymore.

It was rare for someone with the author's name to write a novel. It seemed to be a serious novel with a certain educational significance, and he was quite curious about the content.

But then he received a big knife head-on——

"But I still killed."

Conan: ? ? ?

Why did the painting style suddenly change! ?

"During that time, foreign supernatural organizations invaded and killed my five adopted children. In order to avenge them, I...killed many people."

His hands gradually clenched into fists, so hard that the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

That incident was a pain he couldn't let go of, as long as he recalled it, it would bleed like an old scar being torn, sad and angry.Grief over the deaths of children, outraged at his own incompetence for putting children at risk.

Conan fell silent.

He had seen the expression on Oda Sakunosuke's face before on the faces of some murderers. It was the expression of a child who was murdered as a father; it was those people who were ready to sacrifice everything for revenge, even if they committed crimes. He committed the crime of murder, even if he died for it, he would never regret it.

"...the criminal...should...be judged by the law."

This is a father who lost five children.

Conan only felt that his throat was tight at the moment, and it was so difficult to say this in front of this person.

"...I'm a killer."

Killing is the fate that the killer cannot escape after all.Even if he himself doesn't want to continue, someone always forces him to continue.

"No! Not now!" Conan almost roared and said these words, he looked up at the other party seriously, "Aren't you a detective of the Armed Detective Agency now? Although I think that as long as you kill someone You should go to prison, but you have a reason, even if the sentence is sentenced, there will be a certain reduction in sentence, and your children don't want you to give up your ideals like this, right? Or do you want to continue to be a killer?"

"...I won't kill anyone again." He looked directly into the clear and upright eyes of the child in front of him, "I have nothing left to lose."

So there will be no more reason to kill.

Conan opened his mouth and muttered for a while, but in the end he just said, "Then that novel...?"

Compared with Oda Sakunosuke who has such a past, he is already too lucky.

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes: "I don't think I can write an ending for that novel now."

Conan pondered for a while and asked him, "Has Uncle Oda thought about writing something else first?"

Oda Sakunosuke slowly raised a question mark.

"Look, you're a detective now, right? Why don't you write a novel featuring a detective?"

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly realized, and hesitated: "But I'm not good at reasoning, and I'm not good at weaving such twists and turns..."

Whether he used to be a low-level mafia or is now a detective, he always seems to be dealing with some troublesome things that are not easy to deal with.

Speaking of reasoning and cases, Conan immediately became confident: "I can provide it to my uncle! I didn't say that the various cases I encountered in the past are definitely worth writing in novels!"

"My job as a detective is to expose the truth, so Uncle Oda, as a writer, your job is to write it out and show it to the public!"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded thoughtfully: "You are right."

>>

Seeing that Oda's idea of ​​writing mystery novels could not be changed, I finally gave up.

Anyway, it's better to write mystery novels than to write school youth pain literature, right?

After Odasaku went in to rest, I remembered my five chances to draw cards that I hadn't drawn yet.Auspicious Mao Mao Ranbu Jun didn't seem to have any effect. I went through the people I knew, and finally thought of the Maori detective family I saw at the scene of the crime again and again.

In the absence of the president and male god, I decided to reverse poisonous milk-it is also a kind of extreme luck to encounter cases so frequently.

With this in mind, I set foot on the road to Mori Detective Agency.

On the other hand, Nakahara Chuya, who had received a report from his subordinates after he came out of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, brought Yumeno Kusaku back to the port mafia, and went to find the director who filmed "Flower of Death" in person.

The director is currently filming a new drama with a new crew, and the shooting scene was unexpectedly surrounded by a group of black suits.Under the terrified faces, a young man with delicate orange hair came out from between the black suits.

He tugged at the choker around his neck, his eyes were like bullets, and he shot at the man next to the photographer: "That "Flower of Death" was shot by you?"

Horrified director: "..."

The astonished director: "??"

The director replied cautiously: "Yes, it's me, what's the problem?"

No matter how big his heart is, he will not be confused about the situation when people come to ask questions in this kind of pomp.Now he is afraid that the last movie he made offended some people in the Tao.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and asked: "What's the name of the leader, what about others?"

The director froze for a moment, and heaved a small sigh of relief.

It’s okay, it’s okay, it seems that I’m not the one who offended people.

He thought about it and replied: "You mean Mr. Kenichi Mori? I have his phone number here, do you need it?"

"Call him and tell him to come over."

So the director dialed the phone in front of him.

After a while, the phone was connected: [Who is there? 】

Nakahara, who felt that the voice sounded familiar, hadn't had time to stop it before the director replied: "Ah, this is Mr. Mori. There is a gentleman who wants to see you. Can you come over now?" Remind in a low voice: "Did you offend someone? That gentleman looks like a gangster..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Zhong Yuanzhong on the other end of the phone also fell silent.

[...Mr. Zhongye? 】

"...Yes, boss."

The mood on the other end of the phone was complicated, but it was difficult to respond to the other end of the phone.

The entire studio was silent, watching the scene where the big guy overturned his car.

The director also never expected that the actor he hired to play the mafia boss in his last film was actually a mafia boss!

Is the current mafia leader so leisurely?Still come to act? ?

There was a chuckle on the phone, 【Is there something wrong with Mr. Zhongye? 】

The call went directly to the leader, and Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally understood what he had misunderstood.He pressed the hat on top of his head, covering half of his face, and also blocked the sight of the outside world, with an awkward tone: "No, it's nothing, it's just a misunderstanding."

God, what kind of social death scene is this! !