Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 196 Don't point the mirror at the bed

Seeing the sincerity of Murakami, and the fact that a soul without obsession is easier to recycle, and because a manga is not too expensive, Bai Shu walked into the store and found the book according to Murakami's instructions. Heartfelt comics.

Pulling it out from the bookshelf, I saw the petite girl on the cover with flushed cheeks and dodging eyes, and was pinned against the wall by a man who only drew her hand... No matter how you look at it, it is not a serious comic!
The corners of Bai Shu's eyes twitched, and when he looked at Murakami Jo again, his eyes became more sympathetic, "...Is she really trying to encourage you?"

"Of course, I only read the first episode. The protagonist owes huge debts and goes to work in a black shop, and then she is arrested and locked up by a bad boss... Although the person who arrested her was not the police, the general process is really similar to what happened to me. Like!", Murakami is still obsessed with the illusion that the person who sent him the manga is an angel.

Bai Shu worriedly carried the book.Taking this kind of thing that you can tell what it is just by looking at the cover to check out is really a major test for your face, but it's here...

Standing in front of the bookshelf, he struggled for a full 5 minutes before he took advantage of the young people at the front desk running to clean up the shelves and went to pay the bill when there was only one old woman left in front of the counter.

The old grandma had a vicissitudes face that had seen a lot of the world, and took the notebook with dry hands like an ordinary notepad, wrapped it up without any abnormality, and handed it to Bai Shu together with the change.

Walking out of the convenience store and turning into a rare park, Bai Shu sat down on the bench, unpacked the comic, and threw it on the stool next to him, "I'll give you 15 minutes to read it."

Then throw it away. In short, this kind of thing must never be taken to a place with acquaintances!
"Thank you!" Murakami exclaimed excitedly without knowing it.

Ten minutes later, he finished reading the last page.

This soul has a question mark on his head, his face is full of confusion, and the activities in his brain seem to have stopped completely.

Bai Shu squinted at it, wondering if he was stunned by the blow, but at this moment, the soul suddenly sighed long, thinking like a person, "I understand."

"...", what do you understand about this bunch of demonic and bloody loss plots? ? ?
Bai Shu suddenly didn't dare to look at his brain circuit, for fear of being accidentally brought into some strange world.

But it seems that the soul's obsession seems to have disappeared, and Bai Shu is going to call it a day and go home. Before that, he will find a combustible trash can to throw away the book.

Just stood up, suddenly there was a stream of damp and cold water vapor surging up beside him, the white tree paused, and when he turned around, he saw Murakami Takeshi closing his eyes empty-handedly, and around him, there was a circle of dense yellow-white sea anemone-like tentacles. Slowly protruding out of the void, wrapped around it, the smell of the rolling river filled the surroundings.

Bai Shu jumped on his forehead, bent down and reached out to grab it.

As if holding a handful of condensed water in his hand, the "sea anemone" gave a slight pause, rolled it twice in Baishu's hand in a friendly way, and then slid away like water, dragging the village head's soul, and retreated. into the void.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one manga left on the chair, which was blown by the wind from time to time to open a few pages, and then snapped shut.

"...", Bai Shu took two deep breaths, finally resisting the urge to grab it out and steal its soul.

After all, if you can barely be considered a colleague, you still have to work as a colleague.

In the present world, most of the souls will be recovered by it, and only some souls that are too obsessed, or souls that cannot be found by it for some reason, need to be cleaned up by the god of death alone.

This thing's IQ is not very high, but fortunately, there are enough of them, which is equivalent to the artificial intelligence in the god of death, and was named Huangquan by some of the gods of death.

Theoretically speaking, Huang Quan cannot enter this small world full of detectives.This world has long been dragged into the gap between dimensions, running on a closed loop independent of reality.

Could it be that it has recently moved to a node close to the present world, so some rules will be affected and overlap with reality?
Bai Shu thought about it for two seconds before giving up thinking, and this matter is not his business, he is just a hard-working wage earner.

But... If I had known that there was an artificial mental retardation, I wouldn't have come here to collect the soul.

Losing the manga and shame, but finally repaying Mo's performance, a big loss.

Bai Shu found a trash can and threw the manga into it. When he returned to the Mori Detective Agency, the children were already asleep, and only Mori Kogoro was still watching the muted TV.

Bai Shu said hello to the mournful uncle, and as soon as he entered the room, he heard the window being tapped twice.

He walked to the window and saw a black cat with a candle in its mouth, stepping gracefully on his narrow window sill in a difficult posture.

The cat didn't mean to call him to open the window, but just politely knocked twice. After Bai Shu noticed it, it lowered its paw, lowered its head and bumped it, and instantly the cat took the candle through the glass and landed softly on the ground.

Bai Shu stretched out his hand to rua a few times, and reasoned in a low voice, "I'll tell you if you're trespassing like this."

The cat pushed his hand away seriously, walked to the narrow full-length mirror, tilted its head and put the candle on the ground, then raised its paw and drew a complicated pattern on the mirror. The movement was extremely skillful, and it was obviously not the first time it had done this.

After finishing the painting, it walked catwalks, circled the candle a few times, and gave a "pooh" to the top.

The candle was ignited, and in the dim light of the fire, ripples appeared on the mirror, and then a hand stuck out from the mirror and firmly grasped the frame.

Bai Shu looked at this picture with his chin resting on his shoulders, and thought he would shoot it and sell it to a horror film company, wondering how much it would be worth.

Under his bored gaze, the boss, with two dark circles under his eyes, came out of the mirror like a ghost and floated to the ground.

The candle flame was blown by the wind of her robe, but it never went out. The black cat walked up to her feet and rubbed it, squatting down and begging to be licked, just like Gao Leng who pushed the white tree away just now.

The boss touched the cat's head and took out a box from his arms, "I..."

"Keep your voice down!" Bai Shu interrupted her with a low voice, pointing to the door, "You are not a soul now, there are people outside, and this door is not soundproof."

In the living room, the sound of Kogoro Moori knocking peanuts stopped for a moment, as if he had noticed a change, but he was not sure.

The boss has indeed been drifting away for a long time, and she is not used to having a real life. She said softly, followed Bai Shu's example and lowered her voice, then turned and walked to the window, "Then go out and talk."

As he spoke, he pushed open the window and jumped out from the second floor, as if the window was originally used for this.

"...", Bai Shu looked around uneasy. Fortunately, it was late now and no passerby saw her strange behavior and that strange outfit.

Bai Shu didn't follow him to jump out of the window. He took his mobile phone and wallet, put on his coat, and went out with Kogoro Mori's gratified and complicated eyes. He could almost hear the voice of this uncle: Naoki has finally become a person with a nightlife. Social youth ah.

I don't go out through the window, mainly because I don't want to climb the window to come back.

He is a man with a shell now, and he is not the unidentified black household on the street outside.

(End of this chapter)