What's wrong with a novelist opening multiple pseudonyms?

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Chapter 11 Chapter 11

Irino Irino wanted to call the emergency number and ask the hospital to send a reliable doctor.

Either to treat the sudden illness of this ferocious muscle bomber, or to relieve the semi-permanent trauma to his eyes and brain caused by this scene.

This is definitely a mental attack that is not subject to the law.

You are a strong man who can break a wall with one punch, why are you crying like a boneless little girl!

Irino got goose bumps all over his body.

"You... drink more hot water first?" Irino awkwardly reached out to pat his shoulder, but as soon as he touched him, he was like a puppet with its strings cut, and it was difficult for him to even sit up straight.

"..."

Is he trying to scam me?

"Or has someone secretly put hallucinogens in my drinking water..." The mystery novelist's radar began to ring. Irino looked around. If he was the one who designed it, at least ten murders could have happened quietly in this house.

But this was completely unnecessary. At present, it seems that he can't find a motive for doing such a thing.

This is quite strange.

"If Mr. Irino feels it's dangerous, you can go to the next door. There are still empty guest rooms over there. Ranpo should welcome you." Fukuzawa Yukichi's attitude became much friendlier at some point.

"It seems that it's not impossible... Wait." Izumi thought, and suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he was frightened, "You, what did you call me?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Mr. Irino?"

"No, no, no, no, no--" He was about to jump up uncontrollably, and his face was red with shame, "Please call me Irino, or Izumi! Please, Mr. Fukuzawa!"

There are only a few people who can be called teachers by Fukuzawa Yukichi. Izumi has a very clear understanding of himself. He is just a story writer. Because of the pseudonym, he doesn't intend to be responsible for the content of his writing.

Being called like this by him will shorten your life, absolutely!

"Then Mr. Irino, do you want to go to the next door?" Fukuzawa didn't insist, but still maintained the honorifics, and Izumi wanted to find a crack in the ground and die on the spot.

He thought for a moment, picked up his laptop and said, "Go... on."

Leaving the still crying man here, Irino Imi fled without looking back.

The layout of the house next door is much more spacious than Imi's. I don't know if it's for tidying up, or if it's useless to tidy up, there are sundries everywhere.

Newspapers tied with straw ropes, various books, and piles of familiar snacks... Overall, it's a place with a strong sense of life.

Uh... Edogawa Ranpo, who got up in the middle of the night to eat pudding while Fukuzawa Yukichi was away, is also very lively.