Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

Chapter 64

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Fukuzawa Yukichi answered a phone call this morning, and when he got down, he looked very bad.

He looked around at the group of members, his cold eyes paused for a moment on Shenshang Shuo, and then slowly moved away, "Today, news came from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. According to what they said, the prison over there was attacked last night." , The inside should cooperate with the outside, causing more than half of the prison building to collapse.”

"The original criminal, Balzac, Flaubert fled. Whereabouts unknown."

Every word the middle-aged man said was like a small steel hammer, hitting the hearts of members of the Armed Detective Agency with a "dong dong", as if it was forced to play pursuit music.

"Escaped?" Kunikida Doppo was taken aback at first. He helped the frame of the glasses that had slipped a bit, and said in a shocked voice, "Didn't the Supernatural Secret Service Division have adopted the most advanced supervision methods? How did you take advantage of the loophole and let those scum escape?"

"Be safe and don't be impatient, Kunikida." Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a deep voice, looking at the disciple he brought out with his own hands.The man as steady as rocks and ravines is like the pinnacle of the armed detective agency, exuding a reassuring aura, he added, "The detailed information has been faxed from the Ability and Special Affairs Department. After reading it, we will go into details." talk."

Behind him, the secretary who hurried over was holding a stack of copy paper and was standing beside him waiting.Hearing this, she hurriedly handed out one by one, each with one copy.

Of course, Edogawa Ranpo didn't need this thing, and he didn't ask for it, so he squeezed next to his lover and looked at it head-to-head.

Moved the information to Mr. Shenshangshuo, and opened the picture section. Inside, the metal wall custom-made by the Superpowers and Secret Service Department was like a piece of soft tofu, which was scratched all over the body with marks like knife wounds and arrow marks. All that was left was a mess of broken bricks and tiles, and splashed debris.It wasn't the tragic appearance of the buildings that made him fascinated, but this familiar, overwhelming attack trajectory.

"This kind of metal trace..." Shenshang Shuo, who had a head-on conflict with Flaubert, found his train of thought immediately. He repeatedly confirmed the terrible scratches on the wall, and then slowly came out. "This is indeed Flaubert's supernatural ability."

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded, and affirmed, "The guards who were still alive that night also saw the unusually dazzling golden light, which made the prison look like daylight. At that time, it was believed that it was Gustave Flaubert's work."

"Since even you are sure, then there should be no problem."

"But... please wait a moment, Mr. President." Saku Kamigami hesitated for a moment, and signaled to Fukuzawa Yukichi to give him a little more time.He compared the evidence back and forth with the performance of the supernatural ability in his memory, and finally said with uncertainty, "The operation method is indeed the same, and the shape of the realization should be the same. But if it is really Flaubert [Cartai The Radiance of Ji]—”

"This expanded volume, strength and quantity are too much." He took a deep breath, "With this precision, almost every attack hits the vital point, which is exactly the same as Flaubert's original attack." The frenzied and rough way of venting output, one day at a time."

A bad guess slowly emerged in Kamishang Shuo's mind, "It's almost like [Glory of Carthage] manipulated by another person."

"You mean..." Yosano Akiko was stunned for a moment, and her thoughts changed sharply. Thinking of the attack that Kamigami Saku and Edogawa Ranpo went out to investigate, she said in surprise, "Operating this Is it Balzac who has the supernatural power?"

"Yeah." The white-haired boy looked at the whole overturned place in a daze.He recalled the exhaustion of drowning after being controlled by Balzac, and another conjecture that he didn't want to face directly took shape.

His mother was probably one of the accomplices in this prison robbery case.Otherwise, according to the degree of use of the limit of the human body, Flaubert will definitely die suddenly under the control of "Human Comedy".

However, Maupassant had sent a message saying that she would come over in the afternoon to activate that rib.

Shenshang Shuo's heart was in a state of confusion visible to the naked eye, and the faint expectation for family affection in his heart slowly burned into anxiety, slightly stinging his heart.

Should he say it?Waiting for the loving, defenseless mother to fall into the trap?Shen Shangshuo once again felt that he was very useless, he couldn't make up his mind about such a matter that touched the bottom line, and he was weak like a child who was not weaned.

The swaying figure of Edogawa next to him stopped, took out the lollipop in his mouth, and was about to say something when he heard his little lover speak.

"Mother, she is also involved in this matter..." Shen Shangshuo seemed to be separated from the other half of the soul, manipulating his lips and tongue, peeling off the words stuck to his chest one by one, and said clearly, "And, she It's coming in the afternoon."

Let's say it clearly first, at least, you can't be sorry for this responsibility.The huge chaos rolled over his nerves inch by inch, leaving the other half of the painful fibers awake and active.

However, Shen Shangshuo still felt that such a cowardly self was too bad.Knowing that everyone as his companions will estimate his feelings and find it difficult to deal with it, the incompetence of himself who is the most qualified to speak and dump this mess on others is simply distasteful It was a child hiding behind an adult.

He gripped the pillow tightly in his hand, upset.

Then in the next second, he felt a warm and generous hand gently touching his head, and the rough and callused fingertips rubbed his forehead like a child.

Kamisami Saku raised his head in astonishment, and saw the unsmiling president of their detective agency rubbing the top of his hair in a serious way with cat strokes.

Ah, won't you severely criticize my shaky principles of justice?Feeling so comfortable that he half-closed his eyes, Sakumo Kami thought in a daze.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had practiced the technique for a long time, didn't show it on the face, but secretly watched the white-haired boy, seeing the quite effective soothing effect, he was satisfied.

He glanced back and forth between the two of them, not knowing which good Edogawa Ranpo he should be jealous of, slowly let go of his hand, and patted it twice,

"You are already a very good member of the club, we all see it, Kamishang-kun." Fukuzawa Yukichi dropped the last dose of tranquilizer in a deep voice.

"!!!" The boy who had been comforted like a purring milk cat suddenly exploded with a "boom", his face flushed red, and in the loving (?) smiling eyes of the crowd, he wished he could Bury yourself in a pillow.

Edogawa Ranpo: The president praised my wife, which is obviously a very happy thing, but I always feel that something is wrong.

"Ah, no matter how many times I read it, I still think the little Kagami is really cute." Yosano joked, and tugged at Kamami Saku's face under Edogawa Ranpo's stare.

"It's human, it's human, don't feel so bad that you're about to cry, baby."

"You have to believe that Mr. Ranpo will definitely have his own plans."

Intend?Shen Shangshuo was a little curious, but he was too shy to look at Luanbu in front of everyone, so he only dared to peek with one eye through the gap between the pillows.

Then, Mao Mao, who was watching secretly, was caught straight, and his head was pinned down with nothing to love.

Edogawa Ranpo smoothed his hair more and more proficiently, while explaining reluctantly, "It's okay, my God, just let her come over, it will be fine, everything is under Ranpo-sama's control .”

"This step is very important."

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"Oh? It seems that I came at the wrong time." As soon as Maupassant stepped into the gate of the Armed Detective Agency, he felt a strong sense of oppression shot over him.The unwelcome meaning in it is really a bit obvious, but she didn't care too much. She picked up a strand of hair with her index finger and said with a charming smile, "It's not the time, it's not the time, anyway, I'm here to find Monamour, it doesn't matter Your business."

The tone of her words was really gentle, but there was no warmth in it, "Where is Ah Shuo? I want to see him."

"I said," Kunikida Doppo, who had a bad face since Maupassant came in, couldn't help but speak in an irritable tone, "I just did this kind of thing last night, and I'm here today to ask Kamisaku Saku...you Don't you have any other sense of shame?"

"Shame? I don't quite understand your anger." Maupassant seemed to have heard some novel vocabulary, and looked curiously at Kunikida Doppo who was glaring at her, and said in puzzlement, "Why do I have to be so dirty? Xi mood?"

The expression on her face is still reminiscent of the innocence and purity of roses in the morning, but the words she uttered are as cold as iron, "I just helped the benefactor of our mother and son a little, and by the way What does it matter to a mindless fool?"

"You..." Kunikida was about to say just because of how heavy your casualties were last night, when he heard his teacher interrupt him slowly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Benefactor? You mean Balzac?"

"Of course it's him, otherwise I wouldn't have made this trip in vain." Maupassant said with a smile, his sweet dimples rising, "I owe you a favor, don't everyone say paying back is the right thing to do?"

Naively cruel.Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed in his heart, and finally finalized the definition of a girl.

In Maupassant's eyes, everything in the world seems to be centered on her, blurred with a layer of self-perception perspective.To put it simply, what Maupassant cares about has temperature, that is, it is alive, that is, it can be empathized with.What she doesn't care about is cold things, such as casualties, it doesn't matter what, anyway, the sense of existence is very thin, and it can't affect this young lady.

But perhaps within this range, Shenshang Shuo is outside.Perhaps because of her childhood experience, she has become the only "person" who can be understood and even empathized by her normally and truly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was thoughtful. If it weren't for their future plans, Maupassant, who came alone today, might not have returned so well.

"All right, all right, sir, let's make way for now." Maupassant was a little impatient waiting.She didn't really want to care about the offensive words of these two people just now, she turned and walked back, "I don't want to worry about these troublesome things, I'm going to find my little baby."

"This rib must be terminated today."