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The pimple-dyed man with poor-quality blond hair was hiding in a darkened room, and the floor was piled full of household garbage. Through the window, he glanced at the chicken blood paint that was splashed downstairs, and cursed bad luck.

"Isn't it just killing a dead cat? What's the matter even if it's a person? I didn't intend to kill anyone. That old man Fujiwara, who regards cats as his ancestors, can die in the same way as his ancestors. He has to thank me." The man who was tied up spat thick phlegm on the ground: "That bastard policeman, it's better to suspend his duties and mind his own business."

As the saying goes, behind everything, there must be a reason.

Don't look at some cat abusers as cruel, like perverted killers, but they are actually cowards in real life. Simply put, they are cowards.

Because they dare not vent to others, they choose to bully weak and weak cats and dogs, which is the channel for them to vent.

Ono abused the cat because he was cowardly and to vent, and was driven out by his parents to live alone. Because of his sloppy appearance and bad temper, he was doing groceries in the company and was called around by everyone. He was instigated by domineering people and was in the most vulnerable position. Social animals of social status.

So he found a way to find control and stimulation from petite cats.

Uncle Fujiwara is a good man. He often puts cat food and cardboard boxes in the back alley, and rescues stray cats. A large group of cats are his regular visitors.

So his back alley has become Xiao Yeza's hunting ground. Those stray cats who are used to being fed by people lack vigilance. As long as they approach lightly, they will be caught.

On the night that Uncle Fujiwara died, he hurried out to restock because he forgot to keep food, but unfortunately, he was turned into a cat by the "cat's cub".

He was panicked, but he felt relieved when he saw the young man who often helped to feed the stray cats. He didn't guard against his approach. The uncle still thought, it's embarrassing for a person to become a cat and be stroked. I'm a little sorry for the young man.

As a result, there are demons under the human skin. Uncle Fujiwara excited the demons because of his human intelligence and agility. Unable to control himself, he took out the knife and wire that he carried with him, and stood in the back alley... .

Downstairs, a muscular man wearing sunglasses was pulling a little girl with cat eyes in a white skirt. The little girl was silent and dragged away reluctantly. Become a cat, you hear me?"

The little girl nodded timidly, she seemed quite frightened, but her dark green vertical pupils hidden in the shadows exuded an empty and inorganic strangeness.

The strong man nodded in satisfaction, secretly rejoicing in his heart that he was lucky enough to run into a person who turned people into cats as soon as he went out.

After killing this scumbag, he would take this little girl to join the port mafia and get promoted and get rich. Thinking of this, the strong man was very excited.

He never thought about why he wanted to 'kill that scum' to punish evil and promote good.

Because no one will doubt their own thoughts, even if it is a sudden thought.

Humans are creatures who will try to make reasonable explanations for their sudden thoughts.

Funagawa Asaka held the dessert that she had just made at home, and pushed open the door of the Armed Detective Agency, and the girl with a twist was surrounded by strange eyes.

Funagawa Asaka was stunned in place, she quickly analyzed the current situation in two seconds, and then walked in calmly: "Just throw it away."

Osamu Dazai, who was fishing on the sofa with headphones on, stopped humming, turned over, supported his chin with both hands, and watched Funagawa Asaka's movements with great interest.

Edogawa put down the newspaper randomly, and asked worriedly, "Is it all right?"

"It's okay, this is just a warning." Funagawa Asaka grabbed a large bunch of bright red roses on the table and threw them neatly into the trash can. The dew on the soft rose petals was shaken off and dripped to the ground, tender and ready to drip : "I will take the garbage away after get off work."

Having just returned from a business trip, Yosano Akiko raised her eyebrows without knowing what kind of riddle they were playing: "Why do you throw away such a beautiful flower?"

She only heard that there was a talented girl who was as smart as Edogawa Ranpo, and she came to see it out of curiosity, but Funagawa Asaka hadn't come to work yet, but she was sent to the club by the deliveryman roses attract attention.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Yosano Akiko would not have known that roses could grow so big, each one was like a swaying baby's head, and each petal seemed to be dyed by fresh blood, soft as silk, so gorgeous, It seems to be contaminated with a strange charm, which makes people fall into silence inadvertently.

The petals are dancing gently every time, as if a beauty is breathing in it, its life is amazing.

It's beautiful... shocking.

"Are you Ms. Yosano? I'm Asaka Funagawa, please give me your advice." Asaka Funagawa looked at the neat woman with short hair, and her eyes fell on the lifelike hair of a metal butterfly on her forehead, which seemed to be about to spread its wings and fly high. Decoration: "Miss Yosano, have you heard about the Rose Murder case that happened in Yokohama two days ago?"

"Just call me Akiko." Yu Xie Ye Akiko frowned: "You said that this flower grows from human flesh and blood?"

Osamu Dazai interjected: "But the flowers are so clean, it's not like the way roses kill demons."

This flower is too clean, you must know that the murderer commits a crime, the gorgeous flower and the shriveled skin are intertwined and complement each other, it seems that a few drops of blood can be squeezed out of the rhizome.

Osamu Dazai was invited to see the complete corpse that the Supernatural Secret Service had managed to save. The gorgeous rose, as soon as he touched it, would quickly shrink and turn into dead branches and leaves.

Osamu Dazai also complained, even if it has a healing effect, wouldn’t it be disgusting to use flowers grown from human blood on wounds?

But this flower, no matter how he touches it, is still as delicate and beautiful as a real flower.

"Because of the different nutrients, this bouquet was grown by absorbing the flesh and blood of the supernatural beings." Funagawa Asaka took a paper towel and wiped the wet table from the bouquet of roses: "It's easy to distinguish, real roses are not like this." fragrant."

The fragrance of most roses, the part that people can smell, is very elegant. Only dried flowers or refined rose essential oil can have a pungent fragrance.

Osamu Dazai nodded. Indeed, the fragrance of the rose was too strong, as if rose essential oil was sprinkled on the flower, it was breathtaking.

Funagawa Asaka wiped the table, but there was still a strong fragrance of roses on the table, which made her a little sick, and the little girl murmured softly, "That bastard."

The famous detective with emerald green eyes glanced over the roses: "Is this bunch of flowers planted by that cat-turning supernatural being?"

"Yes, and the person who sent the flowers was Miko, probably a warning." Funagawa Asaka's eyes darkened: "Mister has agreed, but he is lenient... That cat abuser should also die Bar."

"Dead." Edogawa Ranbu pushed the newspaper in his hand, and on the black and white newspaper, there was a huge headline of "Ghosts make trouble, evil will be rewarded": "The prisoner was caught on surveillance and has been arrested. The confession is solid."

"Can't Luanbu see it?"

"How can there be something that a famous detective can't see." Edogawa Ranpo was a little bit uninterested: "Psychic supernatural powers, psychological hints, and the like, are not clever abduction methods, it's boring."

Funagawa Asaka thought for two seconds, then nodded: "I think so too, but it's hard to say what kind of spiritual power it is."

Most of Mr.'s subordinates have dual abilities. It is not impossible for Mr.'s favorite son of God to have three or even more abilities.

Because Mr. can do anything.

Funagawa Asaka opened the lunch box she brought, and leaked out a very good-looking matcha recipe.

This is her own method. Matcha powder is sifted on the milk jelly, and the inside is almond jelly. The girl smiled vigorously: "Don't mention him, why don't you try my craft."

"Will the retrieved supernatural beings be killed?" Osamu Dazai lay on the back of the sofa and thought seriously, his kite-colored eyes full of seriousness.

When he spotted Asaka Funagawa who was sharing matcha tea with Ranpo Edogawa and Akiko Yosano, he jumped up from the sofa and happily leaned forward: "I want to eat it too, Asaka."

On the newspaper thrown on the table by Edogawa Luanbu, there was a bloody picture printed on it.

A man was tied together by a hemp rope, like a poker upper body and lower body, the ear tongue was cut off, there were large dark bruises and bruises on the undressed upper body, and a pimple was twisted on the abdomen by a wire , 1 yuan banknotes were pierced through and sprinkled on the man.

Not far from the corpse, there is a clump of wild roses blooming gorgeously. Although it has been cut in half by scissors, it does not affect its beauty. The legend of the dead body buried under it.

Ranpo Edogawa, who was blatantly favored by Funagawa Asaka, exclusively had most of the box of desserts. He happily enjoyed the milk-flavored snacks, and then asked, "Speaking of it, Asaka, why do you hate Miko? things are the same."

Osamu Dazai, who was trying to restore the scene because he ate the snack that Funagawa Asaka had left for Kunikida Doppo, pricked up his ears.

"As I said, the son of God is different from the murderer." Funagawa Asaka lowered her eyes, "The murderer knows good and evil, but the son of God just wants to please himself. As long as it is interesting enough, he can do anything... I When I first joined the organization, I was framed by him."

That devil said that a canary should be kept in a golden cage...

Funagawa Asaka recalled the bewilderment and despair she felt when she woke up, tied her ankles with gold chains, locked in a golden cage more than [-] meters high, and was watched and pointed at by strangers.

Fortunately, the husband found out in time and rescued her.

"It's too much." Edogawa Ranpo commented: "Looking at it this way, he is a complete bastard."

Funagawa Asaka smiled, and took a snack herself: "It's all over."

For the Son of God, there is actually another reason.

Because of fear, the fear of the weak for the strong, the fear of the canary as prey for the cat as predator...  

When her parents died, the blood-stained and snow-white pursuer was the Son of God.

Although Funagawa Asaka saw that the murderer who killed her parents was not Miko, but that Miko was sent by her husband to pick her up and dealt with her enemy, she still couldn't help but wonder if he planned all of this.

She couldn't stop her fear of the Son of God, because she couldn't figure out why someone, in a pool of blood, acted like no one else, smiled so cleanly, so frankly, and could kill someone in front of a seven-year-old girl as a matter of course, turning into blood Like the rain of lotus mist, it is also gentle like a god who saves all living beings.

How could someone, after throwing a seven-year-old child into the auction house to be played by strangers, still act like a baby and admit his mistake in front of his husband, dismissing her as a victim.

As casual as a joke.

Port Mafia, the top floor of the headquarters, the chief's room.

Mori Ogai held the profile of the little girl with black hair and green eyes in his hand, and slid his fingers across the words "Orphanage born, mentally handicapped, disappeared a week ago".

"It's only been a week since I disappeared, can I artificially transplant supernatural powers, but it doesn't make sense to awaken naturally... Hey, Alice-chan, this is precious information that neither the detective agency nor the secret service department has."

"It's only a lonely person like me who cares about such unimportant information." Mori Ogai put down the information, with a look of grievance: "Your Excellency Fukuzawa, just ask that little girl directly."

"So what if I know." Alice, who was kneeling on the ground and drawing a picture, raised her head, her sky blue eyes were full of childish innocence: "The hounds and the elite of the Supernatural Secret Service were dispatched together, and now even their nationalities, entering Yokohama No channel was found."

"So I hope it's not an enemy..." Mori Ogai said helplessly, "If it was an enemy, maybe the port mafia would be wiped out."

Funagawa Asaka who sees through the truth at a glance, a murderer with killing and healing powers, Miko who resists Fukuzawa Yukichi's moves lightly and calmly, unknown space powers, so-called abnormalities that appear inexplicably, the power displayed by that organization , it's amazing.