For the sake of Murakami's sincerity, as well as the better recovery of the soul without obsession, and the fact that a comic book is not expensive, Shiraki walked into the store and found the manga it had in mind according to Murakami's instructions.

When I pulled it out of the bookshelf, I saw that the petite girl on the cover had crimson cheeks and dodgy eyes, and was slammed against the wall by a person who only drew her hand...... No matter how you look at it, it's not a serious comic!

The corners of Bai Shu's eyes twitched, and when he looked at Murakami again, there were a few more sympathies in his eyes, "...... Is she really there to encourage you? ”

"Of course, I only watched the first episode, the protagonist owes a huge debt, goes to work in a black store, and then is arrested and locked up by the bad boss...... Although it wasn't the police who arrested her, the process was really similar to what happened to me! Murakami is still obsessed with the illusion that the person who sent him the cartoon is an angel.

Bai Shu carried the book worriedly. Taking this kind of thing to check out by looking at the cover to know what it is really a major test of cheekiness, but here it is......

Standing in front of the bookshelf, he struggled for a full five minutes before he went to settle the bill when the young people at the front desk ran to clean up the shelves, and there was only one grandmother left in front of the counter.

The old grandmother had a face that had seen a lot of the vicissitudes of the world, and her withered hand took the book like an ordinary notepad, wrapped it without any abnormality, and handed it to the white tree together with the change she was looking for.

Walking briskly out of the convenience store and into a deserted park, Shiraki sat down on a bench, unwrapped the manga, and threw it on the stool next to him, "I'll give you fifteen minutes to read it." ”

Then throw it away, in short, this kind of thing must not be brought to a place where there are acquaintances!

"Thank you!" , Murakami thanked him excitedly without knowing anything.

Ten minutes later, he finished reading the last page.

The soul had a question mark on its head, its face was full of confusion, and its brain activity seemed to have completely stopped.

The white tree squinted at it, wondering if it was stupid to be hit, but at this moment, the soul suddenly let out a long sigh, thinking about life, "I understand." ”

"......", what do you understand about this bloody loss plot of the devil???

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 obsession of the soul seems to have disappeared, and Shiraki is ready to call it a day and go home, and before that, find a combustible trash can and throw away the book.

Before he stood up, there was suddenly a damp and cold water vapor surging up next to him, and he was stunned at the foot of the white tree, and when he turned around, he saw that Murakami's eyes were closed, and around him, a circle of fine yellow-white anemone tentacles-like things slowly poked out of the void and wrapped around it, and the smell of tumbling river water filled the air.

The white tree jumped on the corner of his forehead, bent down and reached out to grab it.

As if grabbing a handful of condensed water in his hand, the "anemone" paused slightly, rolled twice in the hand of the white tree, and then slid away like water, dragging the soul of the village abbot and retreating into the void.

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

"......", Bai Shu took two deep breaths, and finally resisted the urge to catch it out and grab the soul.

After all, he can barely be regarded as a colleague, and he still has to have the same thing.

In the present world, the vast majority of 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.

The IQ of this thing is not very high, but fortunately, there are enough of them, which is equivalent to the artificial intelligence in the Grim Reaper, and it was named Huangquan by some of the middle two Wenqing Grim Reapers.

Theoretically speaking, in this small world full of detectives, Huangquan can't enter. The world has long been dragged into the cracks of the dimension, running on a closed loop independent of reality.

Could it be that it has recently run close to the current world, so that some of the rules are affected and overlap with reality?

Bai Shu thought for two seconds and then gave up thinking, this matter is not in his hands, he is just a conscientious soul-collecting worker.

But...... I knew that there was an artificial retardation, so I didn't run to collect my soul.

lost the comics and cheeks, but in the end, he returned Mo's performance, and he lost a lot.

Shiraki found a trash can and threw the manga in, and when he returned to the Maori Detective Agency, the children were already asleep, and only Maori Kogoro was still watching the muted TV.

Bai Shu greeted the mourning uncle, and as soon as he entered the room, he heard the window slammed twice.

He walked to the window and saw a black cat holding a candle and stepping gracefully on his narrow windowsill in a difficult pose.

The cat didn't call him to open the window, but knocked politely twice, and after the white tree noticed it, it lowered its paws, lowered its head, and instantly even the cat and the candle passed through the glass and fell softly to the ground.

Bai Shu stretched out his hand and rubbed two handfuls, and reasoned in a low voice, "I'll tell you if you are a trespasser like this." ”

The cat solemnly pushed his hand away, walked over to the narrow dressing mirror, tilted his head to put the candle on the ground, and then raised his paw to draw a complex pattern on the mirror, and his movements were extremely skillful, obviously not the first time he had done this.

When it was finished, it paced the catwalk, circled the candle a few times, and "bhooped" to the top.

The candle was lit, and in the faint firelight, there was a ripple on the mirror, and then a hand poked out of the mirror and firmly grasped the frame.

Bai Shu looked at this picture with his cheeks back, thinking that he would shoot it and sell it to a horror film company, but he didn't know how much it would be worth.

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

The flame of the candle was blown by the wind of her robe, but it was never extinguished, and the black cat walked to her feet and rubbed it, squatting down and begging for stroke, like two cats like the cold one who had just pushed away the white tree.

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

"Be quiet!" Bai Shu interrupted her in a false voice and pointed to the door, "You are not a soul now, there are still people outside, and this door is not soundproof." ”

In the living room, the sound of Maori Kogoro knocking peanuts stopped, as if he noticed something unusual, and he was not sure.

The boss has indeed been floating for a long time, and she is not very suitable for the days of physical existence, she sighed softly, and also lowered her voice like the white tree, turned around and walked to the window, "Then go out and talk." ”

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

"......", Bai Shu was not very relieved to go out and take a look, fortunately it was not early now, and no passers-by saw her strange behavior and that strange dress.

Shiraki didn't jump out of the window, he took his mobile phone wallet, put on his coat, and went out with Maori Kogoro's relieved and complicated gaze, and he could almost hear the uncle's heart: Naoki has finally become a social youth with a nightlife.

I don't go out of the window, mainly because I don't want to climb the window again.

He is now a man with a shell, and he is not the kind of black household with no identity on the street outside.

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