The author has a group 541249392. (Conan's Open Door, I'm a Policeman)

Silent night,In the old art museum,Dark exhibition hall,There was a sound of "clang", the security guard was a little scared, the theme of the pavilion was hell, and the exhibits inside were all demon sculptures or something, and it was eerie and terrifying during the day, and the night patrol was even more daring to go in, but there was no way, there was a suspicious sound inside, so you had to take a look, otherwise you would be fired from the curator for passive sabotage.

The income of the museum was very poor, and I heard that the director had sold it to a businessman, who had sworn to the director and promised to continue to run the museum, but after signing the contract, he immediately turned his face and shouted that he would demolish the place and build a hotel.

Walking into the Hell Pavilion, the security guard felt that his legs were already shaking, and how he wished that voice could be heard again in other pavilions, so that he could naturally run to check on other pavilions and leave this gloomy place.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang. The security guard's wish was halfway fulfilled, and the voice sounded again, but just ahead, and still approaching.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang. It's getting closer, and the security guards cheer themselves up in their hearts, go up and take a look! Go up and see, go and see who is making trouble.

The sound was getting closer, closer and closer, and the security guard was uneasy with a flashlight, hoping to see the thing that made the sound.

Faintly, there was a figure in front of him, who was walking towards the security guard, and the security guard immediately pointed the flashlight at the person, and the "who?" that he was about to shout out was swallowed back and changed to a terrible scream.

Under the light of a flashlight, a pitch-black figure, wearing a set of medieval armor, walked slowly. The security guard knew that it was a pair of Hell Knight armor displayed in the depths of the pavilion, and he had not only seen it, but also touched it.

It was when he first came, he came to patrol at night, and he had the courage to come and see, and he touched the black armor, which was cold, cold to the bone marrow, and felt like a netherworld.

Now, the armor from the netherworld walked in front of him.

"Ah!!h

The next day, there was an extra piece of news in the corner bar of the daily newspaper: "Medieval Art Museum thrilling suit of walking armor." ”

When Mizuma saw this news, her head hurt again. Because I was worried about addiction, I didn't want to take painkillers, so I simply put down the newspaper and lay on the table for a while.

"Hey, what's wrong with Tsuki-kun?" Miwako Sato's voice rang in his ears.

Because I'm afraid that others will worry, no one except Naomura Lang knows that Mizuma Moon often has headaches, and the painkillers are also eaten behind people's backs. Mizumayue casually said a reason: "I watched the news just now, and I laughed and cried." ”

"News, I guess it's not this walking armor. "This news is really, Miwako Sato directly locked it.

"yes. Mizuma Yue directly admitted that his headache was because of this advertisement anyway.

"Even so, Yuejun, you're exaggerating, aren't you?"

"Well, I just think it's funny that this kind of news can be sold in daily newspapers. Mizuma reluctantly sat up and explained. The headache has been alleviated a lot, and I can hide my painful grin with a smiling expression.

"Yes, as a reporter, you can publish such irresponsible news, even if the so-called reporter is not good, you can't do this, right? Yuejun, let's go and see it on the weekend, it's also the police's duty to dispel rumors!"

"What?" Mizuma forgot about her headache in an instant, and looked at Miwako Sato with a confused expression.

Actually, it's okay, there will be cases anyway, and it's all about going early and late...... It's not good, it hurts again to think that there is a case.

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Recommend a friend's book "Detective Conan - The Guardian of Mourning" to identify the author Gray Yuan Wai 15.

PS Let's broadcast a nasty news to you, you'd better take a serious look.

It was also mentioned yesterday that the author was signing a research contract before, and today the research results are out, and he can't sign a contract because he is underage......

To explain, it's not because the starting point doesn't sign a contract for minors, on the contrary, the starting point has a very complete response plan for minor authors, but it must be a guardian.

However, the author's parents said they didn't want to toss......

As for what this news represents, in fact, the author just wants to say, don't bother - reward, although you can't receive it, the more you look at it before, the happier you are, and the more you look at it now, the more depressed you become.

I opened a group (Conan's door opens, I'm a policeman) 541249392. A group of 500 people, but now the number of people in the book's collection is 650+ (funny),

If a local tyrant really wants to reward me, it's better to send two red envelopes to the group for everyone to grab. You don't need to manage the audit to join the group, you just need to answer a question.