"Suicide Note"

Is that the one called "Mortuary"?

I have no idea.

The horror novel "The Morgue" has a different meaning to me.

Its creation process spans two worlds, and it is the first story to be realized after coming here. Moreover, when I wrote "Mortuary", I just wrote it based on the mentality of "I wanted to write a horror novel", without the frustration and pressure that accumulated later.

But in my heart, I have already accepted that it is "dead" miserably, and its greatest function is nothing more than to cushion the desk. Fortunately, I have a good attitude towards every discarded article, and I always choose to turn a blind eye to it. So far, I have never had a used manuscript of a novel in my hands.

I gave him my manuscript...

When talking about "Mortuary", the editor who had just been very excited calmed down.

"Teacher, after this article is published, it will definitely be compared with "Mortuary". Although its author has not yet appeared, it is just a marketing tactic."

The article was published, but the author was sought throughout Yokohama and even Japan? Ridiculous. Although I know it is a show, when the hottest time comes, the real author will bring new works to increase the traffic of Yokohama Daily, but it must be said that due to the influence of many supernatural events in Japan during this period, the discussion about this matter is overwhelming and hot.

This is a successful marketing campaign.

"But I believe that with the teacher's ability, there is no need to worry. This is a completely new way of expression, and the number of words is also an overwhelming advantage. Please rest assured."

The editor told me this in a very decisive manner.

Seeing his excited yet solemn expression, I asked for a copy of the Yokohama Daily News that contained "Mortuary". In the end, I could only admit, dazed, that it was indeed from my pen.

【If a morgue is defined as a place where human corpses are stored, then every brick in the world is used to build a hospital.

Every hospital is quietly watching the moving bodies, waiting for their eternal rest.

I read it word by word, feeling both excited and ashamed at the thought that something like this was published in the newspaper.

The editor gave me two consecutive issues of the daily newspaper, and the latter issue published different interpretations of this article.

Although I don’t know why the recipient of the manuscript didn’t tell me this news, and I’m wondering about the possibility of my remaining manuscripts, but, but, isn’t this what I’ve always dreamed of!

For example, [“The ultimate horror feast! It is a completely new writing approach that is completely different from ghosts and gods. The delicate description and the sticky feeling created by the atmosphere make people's hair stand on end and unable to calm down for a long time. It can completely create a precedent for horror literature!”, [“It’s so scary! Not only can I feel the biting coldness in the author’s writing when reading, but now I look at all the heads and smiles with deep fear, and can’t help but doubt whether the things in front of me are real. The author’s writing vaguely reveals unfathomable meanings, which are simply terrifying when you think about it carefully...”], the praise really terrified me.

Do I deserve this praise?

Haven't I been wavering between the two charges of "not writing horror stories" and "polluting children's minds"?

I really don't understand why people's opinions of me are so polarized, and in the end I felt a strange mixture of fear and joy. I wanted to laugh, but I was also worried whether I was too ordinary and confident.

But I don't intend to claim the ownership of "Mortuary". First, it is really interesting and makes me laugh when I think about it. Second, I am a person who looks forward. If there is no book, I can just write another one.

After all, it is something you give to others.

"Long live!"

I whispered, and finally laughed.

This is the result I have longed for.

I told myself.

I will never let it be destroyed.

After discussing with the editor, I walked out the door and cast my eyes on Alice who had been waiting for a long time.

I met her when I was manifesting "Suicide Note".

Although I understand that she is most likely not human, and based on my pitiful understanding of this world, she may be a supernatural being.

However, I am unfamiliar with this place and I need a guide. Also, my current role is a "special attack against humans". Originally, it was designed to protect myself and try to hide as much as possible. Now I think the effect is not very friendly to humans.

The little girl looked a little bored, she kicked her leather shoes and showed a lack of interest. Alice had golden hair and blue eyes, just like she came out of Wonderland.

When Alice noticed that I was looking at her, she walked forward with a smile on her face.

"So where to go next?"

"I want my doll back."

"Go to Dazai..."

Alice showed a disgusted expression, "I don't like him at all."

"Every time I ran into him he disappeared."

She looked at me hesitantly.

"Come to my house and play. It's just a dark house, but there's still enough space."

"Besides, Rintaro will surely be looking for me crying, so I can give him a scare!"

The little girl looked very excited.

"But he can't see you."

I said to her.

【Since A went missing, I became fully aware of its existence.

At first, A was just complaining about the sound of marbles at night.

"I don't know what the user above is thinking. He played marbles late at night. I just huddled under the covers and shivered, not even daring to show my head out."

“How terrible!”

The girls around exclaimed.

The sound of the marbles bothered her for several days. A's sleep quality was poor to begin with, and every time she was woken up by the sound, she would break out in a cold sweat.

The next day she always looked particularly haggard, and later she came to me, hoping to go with me to negotiate with the users upstairs.

I don't understand why she chose a girl like me. Maybe she was angry. Now when I think of her, I tremble with disgust.

I realized that I was being dragged towards hell step by step by her.

I agree.

The two girls ran to the floor above A's room, looking at each other, and finally A knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocks on the door sounded so empty.

No one answered.

"Will it be--crack!"

With a crackling sound, the floor behind him could be heard, and the sound of a bag of marbles scattering was heard, crisp and sharp.

We yelled and leaned our backs against the door, looking at the corridor outside.

I shouldn't have looked back.

There was only a bleak white floor in the corridor.

And the sound of the beads stopped.

We hurried downstairs and huddled in A's room, shivering. No one knew what the noise was, maybe it was a prank. The two girls comforted each other, but their violently beating hearts could not calm down.

"Xingzi, it's too late. Please don't give up. Let's stay in the same room, okay?"

A begged me.

I looked out the window. It was raining outside. The raindrops hit the glass, making a dull sound.

】

Alice's disappearance was simple.

She is not a human being after all.

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I admit, I am a little bloated.

Even though "Kiragi Station" was the only story I consciously initiated and not involving any irrelevant people, I still have to pay the price for the ghost stories that were accidentally touched upon due to various circumstances before.

I turned into a corpse, a doll, and even a duck, but I felt that the whole world was very calm, as if it didn't take this matter seriously.

Do you all agree that reading novels is more atmospheric?

I will definitely not let you down!

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Came to the detective agency with Alice, but left her downstairs.

As I said before, no one could see her, but for some reason, others could see me.

But would it be bad to enter openly? Thinking back on what Fujiwara did, I felt a little uneasy.

And it seems very rude to come to the door empty-handed.

As I hesitated, I heard the door in front of me make a sound, as if it was about to open.

"Don't worry, Kunikida, the famous detective Ranpo-sama is here, eh..."

The sound of marbles rolling could be heard in the corridor.

The squinting detective looked around and held his glasses.

The empty corner was cleaned very well.

Kunikida Doppo was flipping through his notebook, preparing to send Edogawa Ranpo to his destination. When he heard the sound of pinballs, he frowned and looked around warily.

"so it is."

Edogawa Ranpo smiled confidently, "Then let's go together."

"But according to the plan, Mr. Ranpo and the port..."

"Hey, Ranpo-sama understands! Kunikida doesn't need to go, just wait for the good news from Ranpo-sama!"

This is the core of the entire Armed Detective Agency, Ranpo Edogawa, the world's number one detective.

No puzzle was too difficult for him.

Seeing Ranpo's confidence, Kunikida breathed a sigh of relief.

All members of the detective agency trust Mr. Ranpo very much.

If it were Mr. Ranpo, he would definitely be able to solve this mystery.

The most important thing now is to send Mr. Ranpo to the place where the [Remnants] are left.

To this day, there are still people who have turned into ducks there. Even though most of them have forgotten everything the next morning, there are still a few who remember the nightmare they had that night.

The night in Yokohama became more and more demonic.

But what does that “Let’s go together” mean?