I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

Willow tops on the moon.

Winters in Rice Flower Town are very cold, especially at night.

Even if the air conditioner or heating is turned on at home, ordinary people must wear a sweater to move normally.

Of course, this temperature is nothing for Shinichi.

Now, for example, even if he is wearing only a thin long sleeve, he can move as usual, and his hands are dancing quickly on the keyboard, without the slightest stiffness due to the cold.

On the computer screen, lines after lines of text appeared.

Light novelist,It's a profession that Shinichi chose a few years ago in order to earn some pocket money.。

Although his family is not short of money, considering Xiaolan's poor standard of living, Shinichi naturally wants to help her as much as possible.

But it always feels a little weird to ask your parents for money to support someone else's girl.

So Xinyi, who had just entered junior high school that year, resolutely stepped into the field of the industry.

Fortunately, his father, Yusaku Kudo, is a world-famous mystery novelist, and as a son, Shinichi is not shocking even if he publishes his first light novel at the age of thirteen or four.

At most, it is said by others that he has inherited the excellent genes of his elders.

What's more, with the help of the Suzuki Foundation, except for the people around him, basically no one in the outside world knows Shinichi's identity as a light novelist.

"Hmph~ That's it!".

As his fingers tapped out the last punctuation point, Shinichi stretched out in a very comfortable way.

In just over three hours since he turned on the computer, he has completed all the content of the last four volumes of "A Romantic Comedy Can't Be a Game".

That's nearly half a million words, which is clearly beyond the speed of human beings.

However, as the god of death, Shinichi's physical fitness is strengthened by spiritual power all the time, and it has long been beyond the scope of human beings.

For example, his body temperature is not affected by changes in the outside temperature and can always be kept in the most comfortable state.

For example, ordinary firearms can't penetrate his skin...... Ahem, this can't be done for the time being.

For example, now, the only thing that can limit his codeword speed is the reaction time of the keyboard and the processor of the computer.

"I don't know what happened to Xiaolan?"

Picking up the coffee that hadn't cooled yet, Shinichi walked to the window and muttered softly.

Previously, he did not enter the Maori detective agency with Eiichi Yamagishi and Yoko Okino.

Although he didn't rob Maori Kogoro of his commission and rob his business like other detectives, it was like a disagreement, and the waste wood uncle always looked at him unpleasantly.

Obviously, he can't complete the commission because he can't do it, but he can always throw the pot on him.

So Shinichi rarely goes there.

Especially when there is a commission to come to the door like just now, Maori Kogoro will always be like a big rooster guarding his cubs, no matter how he acts, he will keep an eye on him, for fear of robbing the commission.

But I'm not here, can that uncle of waste wood really complete the commission?

Shinichi was skeptical.

If it's just a simple investigation of stalkers and the like, there should be no problem, a big star will never have anything to do with a homigre, right?

"Forget it, it's okay with me anyway. "

Shinichi didn't plan to meddle in this matter.

Eiichi Yamagishi interrupted his confession to the little angel before, but he remembered it clearly.

He was already considered benevolent if he didn't go to the other party's house for a walk, so how could he kindly take the initiative to help solve the problem?

Is it really a good guy for Young Master Ben?

But it's still early, and there are no classes during the holidays anyway, so let's just go out for a walk.

It's been a long time since I've seen it.,Night in Rice Flower Town!

Opening the window, the cold wind of the night rushed in, bringing up the curtains and blowing his hair.

"Now, let's have a good rest at home, myself. "

Shinichi whispered to himself, and then a harrier rolled over and climbed through the window to the roof.

In the bedroom, a person who was exactly the same as Xinyi was lying on the bed with a calm face, falling into a deep sleep.

No, it is more appropriate to call it unconscious than a deep sleep.

And that consciousness, that soul, has come to a tall building several times.

With the bright moon in the sky as the background, looking at the familiar land under his feet, Shinichi couldn't help but show a nostalgic smile.

Rice flower, your Grim Reaper is back.

In the residential area of Rice Flower Town, there are almost no people on the empty streets.

Occasionally, there are office workers who return late because of overtime, but they are also in a hurry and just want to go home early.

The crime rate in Heiban Rice Flower Town is several times higher than that of other places, and although it does not cause any panic, it will somewhat increase people's vigilance.

For example, don't hang out late at night, don't take the inaccessible path, don't easily make enemies with people, and so on.

Therefore, to a certain extent, the town of Rice Flower can indeed be called a simple folk custom.

After all, no one wants to be killed by others because of a little friction or dispute.

Whether it's a gesture of affection between strangers, or a daily conversation between acquaintances, or a comment of interest between like-minded people.

As long as it is possible to be the motive for killing, people will deliberately avoid it, so as to make daily communication more comfortable.

This has led to the motives for some of the homicides that Shinichi has recently been exposed to become more outrageous each time.

Leaving the residential area, he went directly to the aquarium where he had played with Xiaolan during the day.

A few hours ago, there had been a homicide here.

It's just that because Xiaolan was next to him before, he specially chose another route to play and didn't get involved in this case.

Of course, Shinichi is back on the scene now, not because he wanted to solve the case on a whim.

"Sure enough, it's still here. "

In one of the ocean tunnels, an illusory and hazy figure stood silently, his face glazed, as if he hadn't figured out what was happening to him.

Indeed, although at first glance he is no different from ordinary people.

But if the average person is a 100% color-filled figure, there is no way to see what is behind him through the human body.

The illusory figure seemed to be only forty or fifty percent colored, and the layers were not completely filled, and through his body, he could see the underwater world behind him clearly.

What's even more concerning is that his feet are five centimeters off the ground, staying in place in a floating state.

It also has a fist-sized lock on its chest, as well as a small chain that has apparently broken.

By all indications, he was not a human being.

At the very least, not a living human being.

For this kind of existence, Shinichi generally calls it "whole", which is what ordinary people call the undead.

And one of his jobs as the god of death is to send these nostalgic beings who do not want to leave the world to become Buddhas.

"Good boy, it's over soon. "

Pulling out the knife he was wearing at his waist, Shinichi ignored the other party's puzzled expression and the question he was about to blurt out, and imprinted the bottom of the hilt on the forehead of the undead.

A circle with the words "Dead and Alive" embedded in it appeared with a pale blue glow.

Then the pale blue light turned into a circle of light, enveloping the undead.

The undead gradually faded away with this light, until they finally left this world completely, leaving only a black butterfly, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.

[Soul Burial], end!

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