"I can't understand! Those guys who don't have artistic cells! This is persecution! It's slaughter! is unjustified violence! ”

The second floor of the guerrilla association was filled with the sounds of riots like this.

Michelle sighed and silently closed her gaze to the second floor.

The client who made a fuss on the second floor was named Giles. The job seems to be a newspaper writer. The specific Michelle is also not clear.

This man broke into the association early this morning, and the movement was so loud that Michelle thought that the hunting regiment was attacking the guerrilla association. Then he howled and clamed to entrust the task, and pointed out that he wanted the person from last time to come.

How do I know who it was last time...... I just remember pushing it to ...... I recommend it to the Support Division.

In desperation, Michelle could only send the task over again.

This was the beginning of the mission called I'm Dying X3.

Then, just now, Lloyd's group finally arrived.

But it doesn't seem to have succeeded in calming the client's feelings...... It's really unprofessional. You're not even close!

Casually pushing the difficult work to others, Michelle calmly scolded the immaturity of the support department in her heart.

It didn't take long for Lloyd and them to retreat. Judging by their faces, the conversation just now was not smooth.

"How? Can you figure out why? ”

Michelle asked indifferently with the mentality that watching the fire from the other side wouldn't burn me anyway.

Lloyd shook his head with a bitter face, the other party was too excited. Excited to the point where it is impossible to communicate. Talk to him, a maximum of 3 sentences, and the topic will either change to what is green and what warrior, or it will become ThisIsACarnival! If you don't know what it means, you may become angry at art for not being understood...... Anyway, he just doesn't tell you anything serious.

This kind of person is the most troublesome.

"If it's the whole story, I can tell you about it."

Suddenly, someone accosted him, and everyone's eyes were focused, only to see an elegant man in his forties pushing the door in.

"That...... Who are you? ”

Lloyd hurriedly asked.

"I'm sorry, my name is Locke. He is one of the editors-in-chief of the Crossbell news agency. The noisy guy upstairs was called Giles, a columnist for our newspaper. No, this is it. ”

Locke skillfully took out two newspapers from his briefcase, selected one and handed it over.

Lloyd took it and read a column as Locke had instructed. It was a short story column about a detective who was incapable of anything but big talk, and a very powerful reasoning assistant to solve the case. This time the story is still the detective's great success, which caused him to have to eat the bitter fruit, and he spent the deposit when he couldn't complete the commission, and finally solved the truth of the case with the help of his assistant.

The story is not very exciting, and in the eyes of professional investigators, there are many loopholes. But there's a lot to scrutinize and it's a good story.

"Giles is the author of this Detective series. How's that, his story is okay, right? ”

Hearing the editor-in-chief ask this, of course the people present will not save his face, and Giles's writing is indeed passable, and everyone nodded in unison.

"Well, this is the manuscript he handed in this time."

Locke handed over another newspaper, which was actually manuscript paper.

Above is the latest installment in the Detective series - Muscle Detective! Super Blue Tyrannical Tornado! 》。

Just hearing the name makes people feel that something is wrong.

The story is probably that the aforementioned assistant who is good at reasoning finally discovers that this detective is a muddy man who can't hold up the wall, so he starts to build his muscles, and finally makes a name for himself in an underground boxing match, and the story ends with him defeating an enemy named [Tyrannical Dragon Scroll], becoming famous in a fight, and winning the title of "Super Green".

How so......

"It's not a detective novel at all, is it?!"

Ellie had an expression of disbelief on her face and involuntarily took two steps back. As a big fan of "Detective Morforth", Ellie really can't accept such nonsense detective novels. If it's a bloody combat novel, how can any detective solve problems with his fists?!

Lloyd and Randy also had incomprehensible expressions on their faces.

How to say it, it's too super to expand. Completely unable to understand what he wanted to write. The jump is too big. Obviously, the previous article was a decent reasoning assistant, how did he suddenly become a hot-blooded young man who fought by muscles?

"Judging by your reactions, I don't need to ask more. Giles first dragged the draft, then suddenly came back and excitedly assured us that it was an eye-opener for us, and then handed in such a thing...... And then I dismissed it. I can't allow such a mess to appear in the newspapers. ”

Everyone nodded in unison. It really shouldn't, even if it's a blank space, you can't post such a strange thing.

Then, I proposed to let Giles take a month off to think about it, and during this time, we will temporarily find a few writers with strong logical thinking to ghostwrite for him for a month. As a result, he scolded us for not understanding art and persecution, and then ran out. ”

…………

The audience was amazed.

It's also too capricious. What kind of confidence does this person have in his work......

"Sorry for the trouble. I'll take my responsibility and take him away. It's so pitiful, a writer driven crazy by the deadline......"

Locke sighed, his eyes blankly glancing at the ceiling. He also looked guilty.

No one is to blame for this kind of thing.

The worst outcome is that Giles is fired, and the newspaper will change writers to continue the column or give up altogether.

Locke went upstairs like this. Then there was a loud noise close to a fight, and the people who couldn't rest assured hurriedly chased after it...... Saw......

"Let go of me! I'm not going! Bosom friend! Friend! My dear friend! The only dear friend who can understand me in this small world! Where are you! Your friend Gilles has been persecuted by unknown artists! With our ideals! Let's go! Spread our philosophy to more people! ThisIsACarnival！ Carnival！ ”

Giles, who was shouting so loudly, clung to the handrail on the second floor of the Guerrilla Association with both hands, while Editor-in-Chief Locke opened his hands widely, hugged his legs, and tried to drag him away.

"Don't be willful! I won't be urging you in the future! ”

"I won't put it off either! Why not take my manuscript! That's my brainchild! It's art! It is the culmination of human wisdom! Why would you ruin the life of a poor artist! ”

"Wake up! The one you wrote isn't a detective novel at all! ”

"Fart! I say it's what it is! Fiction has no fixed form! It's here! Over here! (Heartbeat)"

"Don't cause trouble to the others!"

"Dear friend! O my dear friend! ”

…………

No more...... It's hopeless...... Gave up ...... We're so stupid, even the mission that the almost omnipotent Yu Tatsumi has to push off must be very, very tricky! Why didn't we think of it a long time ago?

Everyone involuntarily felt this sense of powerlessness.

Lloyd and his party left silently. This mission ended in failure.

Michelle didn't say anything, and seeing this, he knew that there was nothing the support department could do.

The end of the matter is that Arios came back from a mission and found that Michelle, who was rolling his eyes, listless, and the noisy sound upstairs, and thought that someone was making trouble, Arios directly knocked out the editor-in-chief and the writer duo upstairs and sent them to the hospital.

However, these two people, one was sent to surgery, and the other was sent to psychiatry.

This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.