[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

Oguri Mushitaro curled the corners of his lips. Even though he was forced to this extent, he was still unwilling to tell the truth.

Maybe it was because he was too confident in his own strength, but at this moment, he leaned back slightly, supported himself with his hands, and raised his face with obvious arrogance.

"You don't think you can beat me with these cheap little tricks, do you?" Oguri Mushitaro laughed. "I think I've made it very clear before. The most important thing is evidence. It's meaningless to let you speculate and suspect. Besides, you made a big mistake."

Oguri Mushitaro said the last sentence while staring at Ranpo, so Xie Shuyi naturally looked sideways at the people around him. He murmured, "Mistake?"

Oguri Mushitaro raised his head and continued, "I've read the information. The ability of a supernatural writer is to drag others into his own mystery novels. Only by solving the mystery can he leave the work. But the work we are in right now is the scene of the Kindaichi murder case. In other words, as long as I tell the truth, I can immediately return to the car in the real world. In other words, this different space cannot restrain me."

accurate.

The description of Po's special ability is accurate to the letter.

He is a good student who prepares well before class.

Before he knew it, Xie Shuyi started biting his thumb out of habit.

What Oguri Mushitaro said made sense, but he didn't believe that Ranpo would do anything useless.

What Oguri Mushitaro said were all obvious cards on the field and had almost no practical value.

In this case, since Ranpo had planned to bring him here, he must be confident that he would confess.

In this light, Oguri Mushitaro's recent series of long and intensive artillery fire seemed to be a manifestation of his lack of confidence and guilty conscience.

"Really?" The moment Jie Shuyi said this, he could clearly feel that Oguri Mushitaro's smug smile froze.

"Are you really going to leave like this?" Xie Shuyi asked, as if he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Oguri Mushitaro clicked his tongue. Ranpo's words had already given the answer, "He won't go out."

Facing Jie Shuyi's puzzled look, Ranpo slowed down his speech. He looked at Oguri Mushitaro with a calm expression.

Ranpo had no idea that Oguri Mushitaro was a top escape expert. It was as if he was not looking at a murderer but just an ordinary stranger.

"When you have finished listening to what I have to say, you...will turn yourself in."

Xie Shuyi's eyes widened slightly. Ranpo was clearly not using his supernatural powers, but a rare aura was bursting out of him.

Ranpo's voice was like the bewitching voice of a god, causing Jie Shuyi to subconsciously believe it without even a doubt.

Obviously, Ranpo was not just talking, and he then clearly listed the whole truth of the matter.

It was also at this moment that Xie Shuyi understood why Po chose to pull him in.

He had always had a very unclear understanding of Ranpo's strength.

During the battle, he seemed to habitually protect Ranpo behind him, and subconsciously only regarded Atsushi, Mr. Kunikida, whose supernatural powers were offensive, or Mr. Dazai, who valued strength above all else, as his comrades.

As for Ranpo, Xie Shuyi regards him more as an irreplaceable friend and someone who needs to be protected.

Apparently, he had been wrong all along.

To too many extents, only people like Ranpo have the potential to change the outcome of a battle.

He was still holding the candy handed to him by Ranpo. Looking at the virtual background, Jie Shuyi couldn't help but feel curious.

If you bring candy from the real world into the virtual world, will the candy still taste the same?

He likes to verify things through practice.

The next moment the thought came to his mind, Xie Shuyi had already peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

As the sweet feeling exploded from his taste buds, a light flashed in Xie Shuyi's eyes.

This is... so delicious!

As expected, it’s Ranpo’s candy!

"The Kindaichi Murder Case can only be established if the author did not reveal the method of committing the crime to a third party other than the murderer. In other words, the murderer is the only person close to the author."

"That's why I once speculated that the murderer's motive was resentment."

“But it’s much more than that.”

"Killing the other person even at the cost of delaying his escape is almost self-destruction. And there are only two motivations that can lead to self-destruction: madness and mission."

Attracted by Ranpo's words, Oguri Mushitaro felt as if he had returned to that afternoon.

When he finally met his friend, they sat opposite each other at the tea table.

The room was filled with a mixture of woody scent and tea aroma, it was so peaceful.

There was steam coming out of the cup in front of me, with a few tea leaves floating on the surface. Everything was so peaceful and quiet.

They met again after a long separation, and although they both had smiles on their faces, Oguri Mushitaro heard terrifying words coming out of his own mouth.

"Choose now, horizontally. Stab to death, poison to death, strangle to death, beat to death. Which one do you want?"

After serious consideration, my friend made an uncertain choice: "Stab him to death. Poisoning him would involve the knowledge of chemical drugs, which is unfair to the readers."

Such words are like a joke and are a complete disregard and trampling of life.

Even Oguri Mushitaro was speechless after hearing this. 'You wrote such a crappy book. Who on earth is asking about your new novel? I'm asking how you want to die.'

Even when being criticized, he still smiles with good temper. He is obviously a very gentle person, but he is actually paranoid and crazy in his bones.

He was filled with an unspeakable desire to write a perfect novel that would become a hit.

Such desires were forcing him step by step towards a bottomless hell.

He wailed in mock distress, 'What the hell. But seriously, give me some inspiration for a murder method. I'm going to miss the deadline this month.'

Oguri Mushitaro frowned, "Again? Isn't a mystery novel just self-entertainment that is bound by rules outside the work? Death information. Weird techniques. Secret rooms. They are all old antiques that deviate from reality. If you want to play a puzzle, you might as well solve an equation."

Heng Gou sighed softly, "You are still the same as when you were a student, you hate mystery novels."

If Xie Shuyi had the opportunity to appear on the scene, he would not be able to help but sigh when hearing what Oguri Mushitaro said.

Like Ranpo, I hate mystery novels.

Can this be called the resonance of smart people?

Oguri Mushitaro pouted, "It's all your fault."

My friend was still laughing, but his words were full of loneliness. "I understand your thoughts. Super mystery novels, anti-mystery novels. No matter how unique a mystery novel is, it will be stuffed into a certain category in the blink of an eye. The ultimate mystery novel simply cannot exist."

He twirled the pen in his hand, and the desk was full of drafts of his articles.

'Ha, I was just kidding.'

For someone like him, he may be able to continue living, but he has already lost the motivation for this world.

And what his heart desires, the longing deep in his emotions, is so close yet unreachable.

Oguri Mushitaro was a little surprised to see his friend showing such emotions, which was rare.

Heng Gou changed the subject without leaving any trace, "I haven't talked to you for a long time. I was so happy with my creation that I talked too much without realizing it."

But his best friend Oguri Mushitaro immediately discovered his thoughts and exposed him without giving him face, "You always change the subject at the end of every discussion. No wonder you have no friends since your school days."

The latter just laughed when he heard it, "Don't you have no friends too?"

The laughter of his best friend still rings in his ears, but everything has changed. His only friend... is dead.

Oguri Mushitaro didn't argue any more, "Yes, I killed him."

He lowered his head, and his raised hands kept shaking. "I strangled him to death with these hands."

His face showed the morbidity and madness after killing someone, and his trembling hands seemed to be caused by excitement.

Oguri Mushitaro muttered to himself, "With murderous intent and madness..."

He looked at Ranpo, the strong murderous intent and morbidity in his yellow eyes had not yet subsided.

But even if he admitted to being the murderer, what would happen? Ranpo had no evidence and no one could do anything to him.

Oguri Mushitaro asked with a smile, "Well, what are you going to do? The murderer has already surrendered, there is nothing you can do..."

"you are lying."