Matsuda saw himself in the mirror one day with a bunch of words on his head.
[This is the white moonlight that I died long ago.
Matsuda: "??"
Who do you think is dead? No, wait, is Bai Yueguang referring to him?
It seemed that something beyond science happened to him. He reacted instantly, but was he dead? Ah? This can't be a prophecy. . .
So he opened the door of his young Tongran's bedroom with a heavy heart.
What greeted me was a longer string of text.
[This is the white moonlight of my long-dead white moonlight.
Matsuda: "??"
Where is this matryoshka doll? !
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Until one day, he saw a child. The words on his head were scrolling all the time. However, the cases in front of him were solved, and the words on his head were still scrolling.
It was the longest text he had ever seen.
What [My name is Kudo..., One day blah blah blah blah...]
Matsuda's face was numb, and he didn't react belatedly until he returned to the Metropolitan Police Department.
Etc! That child has become smaller? !
Intention: fooling around
