CONAN: I have a compositing station

Late at night, dark clouds thick in the sky, obscuring the sky dome and dimming the river of stars.

A heavy rain is coming.

Natsuki woke up from a deep sleep, and the severe pain in his brain made him can't help but rub his eyebrows, and it took a while for the situation to be relieved.

I tried to reach onto the table for a glass of water to moisten my dry throat, but I was empty.

Xia Mu then came to his senses, and he was no longer in the original world.

Natsuki had already traveled into this world a few days ago, and when he first crossed over, he found himself sitting at his desk, and on the computer desktop was an open web page with some blood-pumping comics.

At that time, Natsuki thought that he had killed himself, but he did not find the tissues scattered around him, nor did he see the solidified yellow marks in the room.

He hasn't gone out these days.

Perhaps because of the crossing, he always falls into a coma from time to time, and then recalls some fragments of memory.

Natsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and digested the information he had obtained in the past two days.

On the table was a picture frame showing a boy like Natsuki smiling brightly in the sun.

The original body looks the same as him, and his name is two more words than Xia Mu, called Xia Mu Zhiqing, which is quite a literary name, but the extra two words are a little strange.

His previous identity seems to be a manga artist, and the things on the computer desktop may be his work, and for some reason someone died, allowing Natsuki to cross over.

The Japanese that has not been studied is not taught by himself, and the rest are some daily trivial things, and he is originally an otaku.

Only one name flashed in the memory, that was the name that sometimes appeared on the report in Xia Mu's memory, which shocked Xia Mu's spirit.

Young detective, high school student, Shinichi Kudo....

It seems to be his classmate.

So this is the world of Koxue? That one who kills, shoots, poisons because of love at every turn ... A dangerous world to die?

The stomach gurgled, Natsuki rubbed his stomach, the instant noodles at home were almost finished, and he needed to go out and buy something to eat.

Fumbled around the house, found some money, put on a coat, and Natsuki was ready to go out.

At this moment, the mobile phone prompted Natsuki to receive a text message.

Open it and take a look.

The general content is that Xia Mu's account in the Bank of Silishi transferred 20 million yen to another account, and the balance was only more than 10,000 yen

, Xia Mu looked at the previous records, his account has been transferred many times, each time the object of the transfer is different, and the number of transfers is not fixed.

The dates above are all jumpy, March 25th, June 25th, February 25th, August 25th... Well, it's the familiar Koxue time.

After roughly converting how much RMB it was, Xia Mu was shocked.

He also thought about whether to bring a Coke if he went to the convenience store to buy instant noodles for a late-night snack, only to find that the original owner was so rich.

This must not add a cow.

It's a pity, the cow flew.

Just when Natsuki was distressed, the phone rang.

There were no notes, I thought about the memory for a while, and found nothing.

"Moses Moses"

Natsuki took it, ready to adapt.

"Less money."

On the opposite side was a man's voice, which was not in the memory of the original owner.

Natsuki thought for a while, and the man on the other side did not speak, waiting quietly.

"I dragged on for too long before, and I got sick again in the past two days, and I have been resting at home, and the editor deducted my manuscript fee."

Natsuki replied, he remembered, the original owner seemed to have dragged the manuscript for a long time, was urged by the editor several times, originally painted, but before he could send it, he crossed over.

And the original owner seems to be drawing detective novels, looking at that kind of thing, because when designing the murder link in the bathroom secret room, there was no inspiration when designing the appearance of the deceased, so I took materials on the Internet.

The

man on the other side did not speak.

Natsuki is also thinking about the identity of the other party, the object of his monthly transfer is the other party?

With the original earning ability, it should not be in debt, so it is voluntary?

After all, if you are forced to do so, you will be locked up and buried in drawings every day and become a money-making machine.

So Natsuki may not know each other, but to some extent there is a certain relationship with each other.

Who is the other party?

Just as Xia Mu was thinking, the person on the other side spoke, and his tone was a little unnatural: "Rest well."

"Okay, thanks for the concern." Natsuki replied, not knowing who the other party was, or to be a little more polite.

"Vodka says you might run out of inspiration, wait for him to send you an email."

After speaking, the other side hung up the phone without waiting for Natsuki to react.

Then the phone rang and an email was received.

When you open it, a woman with long curly blonde hair and a slightly wide forehead comes into view, and the name marked below is, Yoko Okino.

Then some information and address of the other party, and about when to go home.

Two more sentences follow.

"Follow the target and enter the target's home

" "Next time send the transfer amount to the mailbox: ..."

Natsuki just took a cursory glance and wrote down the above information.

What attracted his attention was that the other party's words revealed a bit more information.

The other party mentioned vodka, and the name made Natsuki guess the identity of the other party.

The distillery's model workers, ginsa, and the distillery's few real sake.

Therefore, Xia Mu, as a detective reasoning cartoonist with a good income, is actually the financial owner behind the organization.

It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that the gold lord, Natsuki knows the horror of organizing financial resources.

The memory of the predecessor also does not have the impression of contact with the organization.

Natsuki guessed that his relationship with the organization was that he was contributing to the organization, as a non-staff person, providing funds, and providing gin wine.

Judging from the last sentence of the email, it is only necessary to send the number to the specified mailbox, and he does not need to transfer it himself.

But why did the organization suddenly need Xia Mu to go out on a task, it stands to reason that he only needs to make money, and when did the organization have such a task of fool tailgating?

This style of painting is so strange.

The email on the mobile phone was deleted when Natsuki read it, and the other party was very careful and did not leave a trace.

Natsuki's hand shook.

Gin Jiu may be spying on himself!

This guess made him almost sweat, after all, Gin Jiu has a hand against his own people.

Natsuki did not show his panic, he forced himself to calm down. This email may have been set to be automatically destroyed, after all, the technological line of the Ke Xue world also jumped like the timeline.

But he can't gamble, he still has to consider the worst-case scenario.

Gin Jiu has always been a dead hand for the members of the distillery's organization, but being able to care for himself for the first time shows that his impression of Natsuki is okay.

Perhaps because of Natsuki's financial support for several years, Gin Jiu felt that Natsuki was still good to use.

Perhaps in every foot of Gin Jiu's Porsche throttle, there is Natsuki's contribution.

Natsuki knew how much Gin liked his Porsche 356A.

Moreover, Gin Jiu is a cautious person, and his abnormal performance in the past few days has not attracted the attention of the other party, indicating that the other party has only begun to monitor himself temporarily.

After all, most of the memories of the original body are sketches at home, and he is a genius otaku manga artist.

Gin Jiu is so busy every day, he should not deliberately monitor an otaku who basically has no dealings with the organization except for transfers.

So the alarm is lifted.

After secretly breathing a sigh of relief and confirming that there was no danger for the time being, Natsuki went out according to the original plan without showing the slightest vision.