Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

The pressure sensor in the fishing net was beeping, but Liu Ke, who was guarding the shore, hesitated.

It's okay to cast secretly, but five consecutive secret throws-the ghost knows whether it is an octopus monster or a "mermaid" with a human body and a fish head.

[kp: Fish or not, if not fish, I will release it. ]

[Liu Ke: ... No, you secretly voted for me five consecutive times, I dare not catch it! ]

[kp: Then I let go. ]

[Liu Ke: Can't you let me know a little bit more! ]

[kp: I am serious kp, not py trading. ]

Liu Ke grabbed one end of the fishing net and began to draw in the net.

[kp: You need to fight with strength. ]

[Sulker: Why? ]

[kp: Because your "mermaid" is struggling. ]

[Sulker: Fuck! ]

[kp: strength confrontation]

[kp: Sulfur Strength 501D100=11 difficulty success]

[kp:? ?Strength 551D100=45 normal success]

[Liu Ke: Haha, chickens are pecking at each other! ]

[kp: Yes, vegetable chicken. ]

[Sulker: ...]

There was a pulling force from the fishing net, trying to drag the fisherman into the water, but Rick's strength was superior, and he successfully pulled the mermaid ashore.

"Well, it's not a mermaid." Even if he was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, the two legs of the fished man were enough to dispel Ruoke's hope.

As we all know, mermaids do not have two human legs.

The man in the fishing net was drenched because he was dragged on the ground by the fishing net for a certain distance. One side of his sand-colored windbreaker was covered with mud on the shore, and the front and back had two colors.

As Liu Ke approached, he pushed aside the fishing net and the excess kelp weeds on the man's body, revealing a handsome and cheerful face—a handsome guy with a [-]% turning heads.

The appearance is just Xiaoshuai (app60)'s Rick: Favorability -50.

Liuk visually measured the man's height, it was about 180, and he didn't fit in among the short Japanese.

Liu Ke with a height of only 171 (siz60): Favorability -50.

"Very good, send the water ghost home." Ruke didn't want to gather information anymore, at this time, the only way to relieve his anger was to send him back into the water.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Just as Liu Ke dragged the man's long legs to move towards the river, the man jumped up like a dead body.

"Damn it!" Liu Ke was interrupted in the middle of doing bad things, and his heart was so frightened that he wanted to jump out.

"Sorry, I'm not dead yet," the man kicked away Rick's hand, patted his buttocks and stood up, "And what I yearn for is suicide. Homicide and halfway fake suicide are avoided, which doesn't conform to my aesthetics."

"I have a question."

The corner of the man's mouth was half a smile: "Yes, since you did drag me ashore, I can answer you, but only one."

Rick looked at the man's wet pants and the mud sticking to his pants, with a weird expression: "Can you really shake the mud off by patting your butt like this? Don't you feel sticky on your butt? Is it a feeling of incontinence?" ?”

[kp: Are you a devil? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The man couldn't even maintain a basic smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Are you a slug?" He only asked boring and brainless questions.

"No, of course not," Sulker kept looking at the place where the man had photographed, "but I'm really curious!"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"If you are deliberately provoking, I really want to say that you succeeded," the man took a deep breath and raised his smile, "but you are not, since you really want to know, then I have no choice but to fulfill my promise, I've told you the truth... come, put your ears close."

[kp: Sulker Psychology 801D100=? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The man smiled like a flower, with a sincere and reliable expression.

Rick put his ear close to——

"BA!!! KA!!!"

In the literal sense of "thundering through the ears", the tenor that pierced the eardrum shook Rick's head, pierced the eardrum and passed through the soul, and then roared out from the other ear!

[Ru Ke: Slowly put out a question mark, why? ]

[kp: Ask yourself. ]

[Ru Ke: What he said made me ask a question...]

[kp: Are you asking normal questions? ! ]

[Sulker: Isn't it a normal problem? ! ]

The culprit twisted the water in his clothes like a normal person, and introduced himself regardless of Ruoke's hearing recovery: "My name is Dazai Osamu, and my hobby is to commit suicide refreshingly and energetically. What about you, yours?" What's the name?"

Ruk's mind was still buzzing, but he could barely hear Osamu Dazai's words clearly.

"Ah, me," Ruk calmed down, "I'm Ruk, a detective and a part-time fisherman."

Osamu Dazai blinked, and said cheerfully: "We have exchanged names, so we are friends."

Rick: "...No, it's just a name exchange, can you stop being so familiar?"

Turning a deaf ear to Ruoke's words, Osamu Dazai's cheerful tone disappeared in an instant, and he changed back to his previous appearance of half a smile: "Then, as friends, it is necessary to be honest with each other, please tell me, what's your business when you come in during Yokohama's eventful autumn ? Rick?"

"……trip,"

"Don't tell me you're here for tourism." Osamu Dazai looked straight at the detective wearing a fisherman hat with his deep red eyes, "You don't think you're lucky. You can just bump into a fishing tackle shop owner and get an armed detective for nothing. News from the company?"

"That's your intelligence base?" Ruke touched the fishing net in his hand, denying the possibility, "No, that person is indeed the victim of the incident, he should be your assistant, or you installed it at the fishing tackle shop. Bug?"

Osamu Dazai seemed to be wearing a smiling mask. Hearing Ruoke's reasoning, the curvature of the corner of his mouth did not drop a bit: "Don't answer questions with questions, show your qualities as a detective, let's be honest with each other Come on, Rick."

"'Each'..." Rick took off his hat and put it on his chest, with a sincere tone, "I swear I'm not lying, I came to Yokohama to solve the case, or are you kidding that guy?" Poor old man, the Armed Detective Agency didn't really care about catching the murderer of the indiscriminate murder?"

"Provocative words are useless to me," Osamu Dazai replied with the same sincere voice, and what he said was full of sarcasm, "What I want to know is not what you want to do, but why you are doing it, it's Japanese It's too hard for you, don't you understand? Foreigner?"

[kp: Sulker Psychology 801D100=? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The flash of light from the dark tunnel gave the detective a secret word—the man in front of him who was extremely good at hiding his emotions released an unbearable malice just now.

The detective can't detect the further thoughts of the man in front of him, nor can he know where this maliciousness comes from and where it's going.

[kp: Sulfur inspiration 801D100=23 difficult success]

However, this malice is very familiar, and he experienced something similar to Dana in the fishing tackle shop 10 minutes ago——

Combined with the fact that the armed detective agency and this incident are endless——

"It seems that someone in your Armed Detective Agency has indeed died," Rick said, "It's really bad."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[Sulker:?why--]

[kp: Ask yourself! ! ! ]

Edgar Allan Poe opened his eyes. The dark room kept his eyes from being stung by too bright light.

"Hey——" The warm little animal came out from beside him, making a slight noise.

"Carl..." Poe weakly called his pet's name, his mouth was dry and thirsty, his throat was hoarse and painful.

The wound caused by the suicide hadn't healed yet, and he barely maintained the wound without rupture. When he sneaked into the plane, he started to have a fever.

Originally, he wanted to say hello to Ellis, but he lost his mind with fever halfway, and he didn't know if he had talked to Ellis properly.

"My generation is really..." It's too useless.

[kp: Anna listening 601D100=45 success]

The shadow like a little giant gradually moved in front of Poe, making Poe involuntarily adopt the escape strategy to face the wild bear—playing dead.

Instead, the raccoon stepped on the useless owner's face, ignored the owner's inner scream, and jumped in front of the little giant, whining.

"Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up, I'm going to turn on the light." As soon as the words fell, the light source in the room was turned on. Poe closed his eyes and adjusted for a while before opening them.

The burly Anna put the hot food in front of Po who had just woken up: "Eat, I'll get you a cup of hot water."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

A kind-hearted giantess.

Poe breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the bed, and tried to sit up straight, even though his weak body protested faintly, he was pressed down.

"My generation can't be so useless... My generation..."

"Don't force yourself," Anna came over and stuffed a soft pillow under Po's waist, "Your body is very fragile, take a good rest and drink more hot water."

[kp: Enough, really enough, apart from persuading people to drink more hot water, do you have any other ways to be considerate to patients? ! ]

[Anna: ...Drinking more hot water is the easiest way. It does not damage the medicine and does not harm the body. It simply promotes body circulation...]

[kp: I see. ]

[Anna: You just need to understand, I almost vomit when I read the health knowledge every day——]

[kp: I understand why you guys are single all the time. ]

[Anna: ...]

Poe obediently picked up the water glass and drank it like a small animal.

Carl the raccoon hopped to the dining table, found the milk that Anna had poured, and licked it bit by bit.

The two main pets showed a high degree of similarity, vividly interpreting the concept of "things are like the main character".

Anna, who has no appreciation ability, picked up the happy water of her fat house and gulped tons and tons.

[kp: Screen capture...]

When Poe finished drinking the water, Anna served the breakfast which she had reheated.

Poe finished his tasteless porridge with a frown, as if he had been tortured.

But his pale complexion finally improved, and he looked less miserable and vulnerable.

"You are Mr. Fitzgerald's chief planning officer, right?" Anna asked after receiving Poe's nod, "Why did you come to Yokohama with us? Aren't you in very bad health?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Poe's head gradually came to his senses, and he replied honestly: "We planned Francis to sneak into the last plane to Yokohama with you in order to investigate the truth about the death of our friend and enemy Edogawa Ranpo."

"Thinking about us?"

"...We deliberately induced Francis to test you, bought time for our actions, and at the same time diverted Francis' attention, so that he was able to escape from the care of the group and board the flight that Francis prepared for you."

[Anna: Good guy, you are indeed the planner. ]

Anna doesn't mind being taken advantage of, she cares about other things: "You said on the plane that Ranpo Edogawa was still alive, and now you say you want to investigate the truth about his death. I'm confused, is Edogawa Ranpo dead or alive?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The already pale and fragile man was even more gloomy.

"...I can't find it," precious tears flowed down Po's cheeks, "I'm so useless, I can't find the possibility of surviving in chaos..."

Edgar Allan Poe exhausted all his intelligence and used all his relationships, but he got the answer he was least willing to prove—the fact of Edogawa Ranpo's death.

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The author has something to say:

It is a big success, and a big psychological success is the only chance to spy on Zai Zhi.

"Believe more in Ranpo" = believe in Poe's talents recognized by Ranpo, if not for extreme despair, Poe could not have committed suicide.

But everyone still has to continue to believe in Ranpo, death is not the end of coc!