The outer corridor of the church's second-floor hall.
It was a cloudy day, the light was dim, and it was even darker when it shone through the glass, making the corridor look very quiet.
The radio on the window sill was playing the radio drama "Furuhata Shinsaburo". The deep male voice accompanied the bizarre murder case, successfully creating a strange atmosphere.
At this time, the radio drama was airing into the fourth episode of the second part, the scene where Kimura Takuya guest-starred.
Beside the window, Kasuga was reading quietly with the author's new work "The Strange Love of Yin and Yang" that had just appeared on the new books list in the east capital.
"Click——"
The living person turned off the radio, walked to Haruhi, looked up at the gloomy sky outside,
"Where did you see it?"
"The part where Ye Ying confesses to the answer after becoming a man."
"Ha ha,"
The living person couldn't help but laugh and said: "What you said, do you mean that the shadow is the shadow of the night by default?"
"The night shadow is the shadow,"
Haruhi's face was expressionless, "Isn't this fact already recognized by the entire investigator community?"
In fact, ever since "Yin Yang's Strange Love" became popular in Dongdu, readers all over Dongdu have been speculating where the writer's inspiration comes from, and who are the prototypes of the male and female protagonists Answer and Shadow respectively——
In an exclusive interview with a magazine, the writer personally admitted the existence of the prototype, which was a fatal blow to Ye Ying.
"Even you think so," the living person shook his head helplessly, "No wonder Ye Ying lost her temper. It is said that she once wanted to kill the author overnight and killed the author."
"It's not rumored, it's really coming,"
Kasuga said: "If it hadn't been for the fact that the writer's wife was Midori Tomoe, we would have gone to visit his grave now."
"This soft-hearted man is really hilarious,"
The living person glanced at Haruhi out of the corner of his eye, "Let me tell you, aren't you worried at all?"
"What are you worried about..." Kasuga turned over a page of the book, "The witch with the bald head? Didn't Maki Kamo say that the witch with the bald head is the Son of God? To be honest, when I think that the witch with the bald head is actually the assistant of the Son, I feel so frightened. I can’t help but relax a lot.”
"Are you kidding? Murder cases in the real world are often more terrifying when committed by acquaintances."
The living person said: "The Holy Son will not be soft-hearted when we meet next time."
Kasuga: "It's still unclear whether the Holy Son is the witch with the head or not."
Living Man: "Anyway, she escaped, and she escaped in such a weird way, it's hard to say."
After hearing this, Haruhi didn't reply, but nodded subconsciously.
"I was talking about writers,"
Seeing that Haruhi had no intention of continuing, the living person brought the topic back, "I mean writers, aren't you worried about writers?"
According to the plan made in advance, the writer set up a trap in another church and prepared to ambush the members of the Creation Group.
"She has her green friend Rie," Kasuga said. "She won't suffer."
"That's true." The living person seriously agreed.
After the conversation between the two, within a few minutes, the writer, wearing a gray coat and covered in blood, entered the second-floor corridor from the staircase.
"Hey, you guy,"
The living person was taken aback and hurriedly approached him, "Didn't I say with full confidence that I could kill that guy easily when I left? Why did he look like this?"
"What are you nervous about?"
The writer held a cigarette butt in his mouth, and a wisp of light smoke drifted slowly, "These are the blood of the guy codenamed [Mantianxing]."
"oh,"
The living person breathed a sigh of relief, "Where's Man Tianxing? You won't kill him, right? We still need him."
"I knocked the guy unconscious. He killed my assistant and my driver,"
The writer bit his cigarette butt and said, "I won't let him die easily - he will have to suffer for at least a year and a half."
"It really doesn't hurt at all,"
The living person looked the writer up and down,
"You're such a freeloader, you're really lucky."
"Why," the writer handed him a cigarette, "Are you envious?"
"Oh shit,"
The living person suddenly grabbed the writer's neck and was filled with righteous indignation, "If I had been the first to go up and kiss Miss Riehui, the green friend, I would be the one eating soft food now!"
"You, you are such a hardworking guy,"
The writer really felt like he was being strangled to death, "Idiot, who dares to fall in love with you? Who knows one day you will be replaced by a living person from a parallel time and space, and you will be a cuckold yourself?"
"you're right……"
The living man's hand relaxed, his whole figure was like a deflated rubber ball, and his expression became dissociated.
The writer quickly advised, "It doesn't matter. I think you can still do some hobbies. If you are looking for a girl, you won't care about being cheated on."
"Go to hell!" The living man once again inspired his fighting spirit.
"You two,"
Haruhi on the side suddenly closed her book and looked at her watch, "It's time to get ready, the rules of the Headless Witch will come soon."
"Well……"
When Haruhi raised her head and looked at the writer and the living person again, they were already separated. They each tidied up their clothes and looked at the lobby on the second floor with fighting spirit.
"Come on, witch!"
(End of chapter)
