Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

"So, do you have any last words to say? Rule by man?" Gojo Satoru sat on the left, with a friendly tone as if ordering food for a prisoner before execution, "Don't worry about Dazai-kun, I will listen patiently~"

"It's disgusting, Wu said that it's like a negative example of someone with a heart of stone." Osamu Dazai sat on the right, holding his face in his hands, with an unbelievably gentle expression, "Well, I will listen to the last words before I die, no matter how many, and then I will listen to them from the inside." What do you think of the idea of ​​picking out the most inappropriate sentence for your epitaph, Mr Urima?"

The inner man who was tied to the floor by Wuhuada: "Well, can I defend myself?"

Wujo Wu raised his legs: "What do you think, Dazai-kun, do you want to hold off before dying?"

"No, he touched something that must not be touched. I think the death penalty should be imposed immediately, Wu," Dazai Osamu leaned back in the chair, turned to ask the person sitting in the middle, "Hey, what do you think should be done, Sulfur gram?"

"Wu Wu and I cordially entertained him to a dessert party and provided unlimited snacks, but he lied to the world and coveted Wu Wu and me's wallet. Grace and revenge are derogatory terms tailored just for him. How do you think this kind of person should be dealt with?"

Sitting in the middle, Liu Ke said, "...the death penalty."

Insider rule:! ! !

The man in the middle wriggled desperately on the ground: "Don't listen to that scumbag! I have my reasons! As long as you listen to it, you think you will forgive me!"

While throwing matcha-flavored mochi into his mouth, Liu Ke said, "It's also good to listen to a short story as an accompaniment to the meal."

Inner Renzhi immediately cast a complicated gaze mixed with gratitude and resentment at Ruk.

[kp: Are you really not schizophrenic? ]

[The rule of the inner man: Instead of asking such obvious questions, it is better to solve the problem of Haruto Shiraishi crossing the line. ]

Gojo Satoru has no objection to Rick's proposal: "I would also like to hear why Renzhi suddenly took action on our wallets. Although it may be minimal, the possibility of being threatened also exists."

"Then, Mr. Urama, please tell me the reason," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "I will choose the worst sentence as your epitaph."

"Please don't say such bad things with such a clean face!"

Finally managed to win a ray of hope, Li Jianzhi calmed down and began to explain his "reason": "This matter started four hours ago..."

four hours ago.

The inner man Zhi reflected on himself in the room.

It has been two days since he came to Snow Mountain, two full days!There are not a few targets that fit his attack, but he has never succeeded in stealing even once-this is a disqualification for a thief!

Since when did he become so lazy!

"But there is no way, your laziness is a rare and sensible act in my opinion." Matsumoto Jiro took a sip of hot water, "Let's not say that this place is dangerous, and being caught is not just a matter of being arrested The degree of resolution, and those people are almost all in their own groups, I will not save you if you are beaten by a group."

"Please save me!" Li Jianzhi thumped the ground angrily, and turned around angrily, "Enough! I know how ruthless you are! I'm going to come out of the rivers and lakes now!"

Jiro Matsumoto was lying on the bed, propping his head with one hand: "Congratulations, by the way, who are you going to attack? Tell me the room number, so I can collect your body."

"Okay! Just prick up your ears and listen clearly!" Zhi Zhi, the man in the middle, stomped on the floor as if venting his anger, "I'll pick someone who is alone! The college student studying psychology on the second floor is good. How about it, I'm already looking forward to..."

"A poor man with a leg injury, the only one who will stand up for him in the dormitory is that old-looking historian," Matsumoto Jiro conveyed his contempt with his eyes, "he really is a soft persimmon chosen from thousands of choices."

The inner man responded with a ceremony of slamming the door.

A201.

There is no light in the room, and the light source only depends on the fire source—the firewood in the fireplace is burning vigorously, continuously delivering warmth and brightness to the room, but the fireplace alone is enough to look at things like photos and pictures.

Song Jing was sitting in front of the fireplace, with a photo album spread out on her lap. With the help of the firelight, one could see that the photos inside were all photos of him and another man of the same sex who was about his age, and occasionally there were photos taken by the two of them. Single photo.

"When will I be able to see you?" Song Jing stroked the photo, looking at the fire and talking to herself.

The flames in the fireplace crackled and crackled, and the photo just looked at him tenderly, and no one answered.

"Knock knock"—the door was knocked.

"Slap" - the photo album fell to the ground.

The coincidental knock on the door made Song Jing's eyes widen involuntarily. With little hope, Mao Maotong went out of the country for the first time in full view. He wanted to stand up and open the door immediately, but the low-level leg injury occurred at this time , so that he had to face the reality - hopped to the door with one foot.

Damn, it's so inappropriate!

There is no way, time is limited, Song Jing had to do a refreshing hairstyle at the door, and then opened the door——

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Oh, excuse me," the person at the door paused, "Why are you so blatantly disappointed, are you waiting for someone? Did I really bother you?"

"No, that doesn't mean... please come in." Song Jing hopped on one leg to make way.

"You don't need to force your leg to hurt," Anna helped him up, "but to let someone like me in so easily, Mr. Song needs to strengthen his awareness of prevention."

"Thank you..." Song Jing followed Anna's strength and was pushed back onto the chair, "But with your body shape, if you insist on coming in, I won't be able to resist even if I refuse, why don't you just obey like this, eh, how do you call it? "

Anna felt that the minds of young people are becoming more and more complex now, and she showed Song Jing her police ID: "Let's have a pseudonym of 'Anna', but my real identity is a special armed policeman. Please keep my police number a secret. This is my police ID. The name of 'Jiang Chinian' above is genuine, but please keep it a secret here."

Song Jing took the certificate, and the familiar national emblem on it stunned him: "Ah, you too..."

"That's right, as a Chinese, even in a foreign country, serving the people as a policeman is a matter of course," Anna withdrew her credentials, "If you need help, please don't be polite. Rather, it's such a dangerous place. I hope you can rely on me as a policeman and let me do something for you."

Anna shifted her gaze to Song Jing's injured leg: "Especially now that you have limited mobility and your tolerance for risk has been greatly reduced, so I think you need help."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Perhaps it was because the identity of the policeman felt too safe, and even diluted the sense of fear brought about by Anna's appearance. Anna felt that the muscles of Song Jing's body he touched were not as tight as before.

"I didn't expect to meet the police uncle in the snow mountain." Song Jing bent down to pick up the album that fell on the floor, and said with emotion, "I'm really lucky."

"Can I think this means permission to negotiate?" Anna found a chair and sat in front of the fireplace, "Then can you tell me that you, a frail, inactive, indiscriminate college student, have a reason other than seeking death in the snow mountain?" ?”

"That, Mr. Policeman, is it my illusion? You seem to be a little more vicious than just now?!" The corner of Song Jing's mouth twitched, "Well, it's not something that needs to be kept secret anyway, and I really need help..."

Song Jing opened the album, found a single photo, and showed it to Anna: "I came to Xueshan to find this person."

In the photo was a man who was also young, half squatting on the ground, holding a golden flower that Anna didn't recognize in his hand. His facial features were correct, and he was handsome in the sun. It seemed that he was photographed by someone close to him. The man's expression was natural and comfortable.

"This is my childhood sweetheart, no, should I say it is a bamboo horse?" Song Jing struggled for a while, "We grew up together, and we were never separated in school until he disappeared when we were in college."

Anna: "Lover?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"I really can't hide it from Mr. Policeman with sharp eyes," Song Jing didn't hide it, "Because we've been together for too long, I don't know when, it will naturally become this kind of relationship, and that's why I came here .”

[Anna: I'm almost getting ptsd by those true friendships, and finally pure love! ]

[kp: There is no need to be so excited. ]

[Anna: The main reason is that you, the widow, suddenly wrote an npc with a love book, I didn't expect it. ]

[kp: ………]

[kp: Are you dissing me? ]

"One day in college, I went back to the rented house after class and found his dead body." Song Jing closed her eyes, the eyeballs separated by the eyelids trembling slightly, "It's very disgusting, I can't imagine that he would have That attitude—the saying before that 'to love someone, you have to love everything about him' is indeed a lie—he is swollen, ruptured and fetid, and it only makes me extremely disgusted and disgusted!"

"That scene left me with a serious psychological shadow, so I dropped out of school. I didn't learn any skills that can be used to eat. Without a diploma, I couldn't even apply for a job in psychology. I didn't have the guts to do it without a degree. Go, I can only rely on this face in the end," Song Jing pointed her cheek with her finger, "climbing to other people like a dodder to survive."

"This kind of life is not unacceptable, but," Song Jing's eyes quietly watched the flames constantly jumping in the fireplace, "However, after I received strange text messages, strange meals and strange notes a few days ago, I Still, without hesitation for a moment, I came here."

[Anna: It's true love. ]

[kp:...]

[Anna: It’s just that the death looks a bit tragic. ]

After finishing speaking, Song Jing let out a long breath, as if unloading a heavy burden: "It's not that I have any expectations for this person, but I just don't want to keep worrying about this matter. When it's time to make a break, I will just make a break, but I don't know why. Come on, I won’t stop until I find out why.”

"So that's it," Anna felt that she had fully understood it, "so your illness is not suicidal, but love brain."

Song Jing: "No, what did you say 'that's how it is'?! Are you really listening to me!...Although there are a little elements like that, you can't put it all on love!"

"Do you still have the text message and the note?" Anna skipped the meaningless nonsense and pointed directly to the center, "You came to this kind of place wishful thinking, you can't think of your family, you are only full of men, at least you will leave a souvenir."

"...Sorry, I know your reason for targeting me," Song Jing scratched her head guiltily, obediently took out her phone from her pocket, clicked on a page of the photo album and handed it to Anna, "This is a note, and I also took a screenshot of the text message. "

【Jingjing, during the years when I was away, you brought me a lot of cuckolds. Although I don’t care about these men and women, I still need to take care of my body. Have you eaten well :)】

[Anna: Wow, if you say something like this, it should be said that it is a big heart or a pervert. ]

Anna looked at Song Jing with a delicate expression: "You like this type of person? Have an NTR habit——"

"No!" Song Jing almost couldn't even maintain her own peace of mind, "No, that person does have a bit of a bad taste, but he's not a pervert!"

Anna gave a meaningful "Oh" and turned to the information box.

"Hey!"

[If you still have nostalgia for me, please come to Xueshan to find me, I will wait for you, no matter how long, I will always wait for you. 】

Anna: "This kind of eye-catching obsession...you are all the same kind, no wonder you can become a couple."

Song Jing: "Don't have strange cognitions about couples! And all the way is a derogatory term from the context!"

"Seriously, why didn't you download the anti-fraud app?" Anna searched her phone, but she didn't see the phone software in the shape of a protective shield.

Song Jing's pretty cat, Maotong, narrowed her eyes guiltily: "Sorry...but why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Because, this is obviously a phone scam text message," Anna said without blinking. "Telecom scams are rampant now. Some people pretend to be parents or children. They say that they want to meet or ask for money transfers are common scams. This Sometimes it’s the right thing to do as if you didn’t see it or call the police directly... Well, isn’t it too difficult for a male college student whose head is dazzled by hormones?”

"No! Don't use this kind of words! It's like I smeared the faces of male college students all over the country!" Song Jing covered her face, "I know I was wrong, and I won't do such a thing next time. Scam app!"

Anna was noncommittal: "It would be great if I could do it, hey, I don't know if I should have expectations of you..."

"I know I was wrong first, but please have a limit to your ridicule. There is an idiom in this world called 'enough is enough'..." Song Jing was shocked beyond recognition, and she lay on the chair and thought to herself.

"Only this information makes you dare to come to the snow-capped mountains. Is it because the domestic security is so good that you have the illusion that you are safe everywhere?" Anna complained, "Plus, I haven't even had a face-to-face fight, wishful thinking that this is your bamboo horse Is the message left too sloppy, handwriting imitation is not a rare skill."

"Even if the handwriting can be imitated, the taste of the food cannot be imitated." Song Jing lowered her head, "There is only one person who knows that I like potatoes."

Anna: "Don't your parents know?"

Song Jing puffed up her cheeks: "How could I let them know that I like to eat such rustic ingredients!"

Anna: "...Actually, you yourself have a little mental illness."

Song Jing turned her face away, and whispered: "...the sequelae of studying psychology for a long time, this is the norm in this industry."

Anna: "Do your classmates know about your major that you backstab them?"

Song Jing lowered her head guiltily: "...I'm sorry."

"Is that all?" Anna, like the police in the interrogation room, wrote down in her memo, "Is this the only information available?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"...Mr. Police, what you said sounds really infuriating," Song Jing raised her eyebrows, and then took out a photo from the album, "I asked a detective to investigate the cause of his death after he died—"

"Well, with all due respect, spying is not legal in our country."

"I know! If I can go back alive, I can turn myself in!" Song Jing was so angry that she took random photos of Anna's muscles with her photo album, "Also with this attack on the police!"

Anna "..." for a while, then chose to give in: "Go ahead."

"The illegal (accent) detective told me that he was exposed to dangerous things before he died," Song Jing continued, "It was a map, and I planned to go to the destination indicated on the map if I couldn't find anyone Look, but..."

The man with a decadent face touched his injured leg desolately, falling into a state of depression: "My luck seems to be unlucky, I was injured when I first came up and couldn't move quickly, not to mention that I don't even know where I am on the map. Not to mention going to the destination..."

Anna took the photo and looked at it for a while: "No matter how you look at it, it is an obvious trap. As a deceived person, you are really eaten to death."

Song Jing: "..." So gloating, is this person really a policeman?

[kp: No, this is just heartless investigator practice. ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Anna Listening 601D100=20 difficulty success]

A very faint sound came from the door, Anna made a "shut up" gesture to keep Song Jing quiet, and then walked quietly to the door by herself.

When the door lock was pried open by someone outside and the moment the door was opened——

Anna showed a kind smile to the visitor: "What's the point of visiting so late? The inner man...is your name?"

[Rijian Renzhi: Matsumoto Jiro, you plot against me! ]

[kp: Guess what, Ana was already here while you were flirting with Jiro Matsumoto. ]

"I, that, me," the man in the middle glanced at Anna's terrifying muscles, then at Anna's face that was contrary to his standard of attack, and very simply gave up the original plan, and backed away while talking, "I am Let's see if the door locks here are broken, after all, many people's doors have been locked before going to bed, but the next day they wake up and find that they are not locked."

Anna smiled kindly: "I see, that's it."

In the next second, Anna's big and thick hand pressed the shoulder of Renzhi in the middle, and immediately turned his face: "Do you think I will be fooled by you like that? What are you doing here? What's the purpose? It's dishonest, I want to eat Bit of a pain?"

[Renzhi in the middle: Shit!What can I do to get rid of it! ? ]

[kp: Let's have an agile confrontation. ]

[kp: The inner man governs agility 701D100=17 difficult success]

[kp: Ana Dexterity 701D100=59 normal success]

In desperation, Renzhi in the inner room directly shed his shell, quickly took off his coat, and then dodged out, all the way to the other end of the corridor.

Song Jing's room is A201, and the end of the second floor is A219.

Inner Renzhi went in directly, and then quickly locked the door. After all this, he was relieved.

"Cough, cough," came a cough from behind Renzhi Lijian, followed by a sarcasm, "Mr. Lijian, are you also here in the name of 'Dessert fanatic'?"

The talking Dazai Osamu was sitting on a chair with a mousse cake in his hand, just looking at him leisurely, Gojo Satoru and Rick were also in the same pose—the difference was that Gojo Satoru kept pouring it into his mouth with a happy face. Filled with snacks, Liu Ke was holding a piece of white toast with a bitter expression on his face.

Inner Hitoji instinctively understood that the person in Dazai Osamu's words was Ruk.

Because he didn't want to go out and face the terrifying muscular monster, Zhi Zhongzhi sat down to join the dessert party with a shy face.

The three people present all met his strike criteria (app>=60), which made Li Jianzhi's hands ready to move.

——Besides, committing crimes under the noses of these hard-to-find guys, the excitement alone is enough for him to savor it for a long time!

[kp: The insider cures the master 901D100=33 difficult success]

[Renzhi in the middle: Very good!Good luck today! ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Inner Hitoji quietly attacked Gojo Satoru—it is said that a dog that bites does not bark, and Dazai was smiling, but this kind of smiling character has always been the most ruthless. Gojo Satoru who is easy to talk to.

[kp: You really expressed the phrase "the persimmons are soft and soft" to the fullest. ]

Gojo Satoru didn't realize it, and even competed with Ruke for the last refreshing edamame whipped cream Kikufu.

[Rijian Renzhi: Ah, it’s a success~ As expected of me~~~]

[Inner Ruler: Next~next~]

[kp: The insider cures the master 901D100=19 difficult success]

[Renzhi in the middle: I am super lucky today! ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

After getting the second wallet, Osamu Dazai didn't seem to notice it, and when Osamu Nakatoji put the wallet into his pocket——

"Ah! Why did someone's wallet go into the inner pocket?" Osamu Dazai grabbed the hand holding the wallet in the inner middle and yelled loudly, "Wow, there is another one in it. Whose? It can't be Satoshi! "

Being caught by an active insider: ... Gan.

Time goes back to the present, Lijian Renzhi was tied into a rice dumpling and went through a three-party trial.

Gojo Satoru put down Erlang's legs, crossed his hands, and made a gesture like Commander Ikari: "I didn't hear your excuse. I only heard an education class on anti-fraud."

Osamu Dazai: "Yes, you haven't said why you stole our wallet?"

"Then is there any other reason! Because! The wallet is right there!" Rizhong Renzhi blurted out, and it was too late when he wanted to take it back.

"Oh, that's how it is." Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu raised "bright" smiles at the same time.

Rick: Leave the licking bag to me.Tearful licking bag.jpg.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

When Jiro Matsumoto finished dinner at Haruto Shiraishi's and came to the second floor to look for Hitoji Nakama who hadn't been back for a long time, he saw a pile of "garbage" with no recognizable prototype at the corner of the stairs.

Matsumoto Jiro had a bold guess: "Rule by the insiders?"

"Trash": "...Matsumoto, save me...QaQ..."

Ah, it really is him.

Matsumoto Jiro sighed, stepped forward to clean up the garbage-colored slime, and carried him back with his shoulders.

"As I said, good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil, but do me some human affairs. What wicked thing did you do to be beaten like this?...Ah, I'm not going to avenge you, Just in order not to be angered, I want to say hello to them in advance, after all, it’s not as bad as the Sanjia... To put it simply, I don’t want to be implicated by you and ruin my popularity."

"...You also do some personnel work for me."

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The author has something to say:

Revisiting RE0, Natsuki Subaru is indeed my most respected hero!

And, although it wasn't marked, the inner man Zhi was knocked out half of the blood by two people.

感谢在2022-07-0102:40:49~2022-07-0210:02:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Xie, two two one;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4220578630 bottles; 10 bottles of Xumi, pika, and general passing chaotic neutral music; 583778685 bottles; 1 bottle of Luoshui Eighteenth Street;

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