COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Nanami Lixu's last movie is a warm, healing and touching movie.

The hostess is based on the character of the legendary Snow Maiden.

Of course, adapting this kind of thing must be changed beyond recognition.

No one dared to believe it was Snow Girl.

The artist obsessed with ice sculpture carved the most beautiful portrait in his heart at the last moment of his life.

In carving out her eyes, the ice sculpture had a soul.

At the moment of death, the artist cried and knelt down, wanting to reach out and touch his works of love and beauty.

The Goddess of Ice and Snow, who had life, stood aside with a dull expression.

"Let me give you a name."

"Just call Ling."

"You need to get out of here."

"Let's go to the snowy mountains." There was reluctance and pride in his eyes.

"Their ignorance will only destroy you."

So the beauty, who was just born from the ice sculpture, took the ice sculpture and turned into a breeze mixed with ice and snow, and came to the snowy mountains all year round.

The creator who endowed the ice sculpture with a soul closed his eyes with reluctance.

And the girl of ice and snow came to the uninhabited snow mountain.

Lived a life far away from the world, accompanied by wind and snow.

That's how it should be.

Until a boy fainted on the snow mountain.

The breeze was blowing the fine snow, and the woman with a dull and cold expression came to the boy.

Looking at the unconscious boy, his eyes were empty.

She saved the dying boy.

"Master Snow Girl, please let me stay by your side." The boy begged after waking up.

"Because my lord, you..."

"It looks so lonely." The boy looked innocent and gentle.

"I'm not a Snow Maiden." The woman who was covered in snow like frost lowered her eyebrows and eyes.

But he didn't say anything about sending the boy away.

"Then what should I call you?" the boy asked curiously.

"Up to you." The woman seemed impatient.

"Can I call Sir Ling?" The boy didn't look scared.

"Ling is the elegant name for Bing, my lord...you seem like a god born from ice and snow."

[Your name should be Ling. ]

...

When Nanami Lixu was filming, she had no expectations for it, but just had the mentality of completing the task.

The result was never expected, after the filming.

This movie, inexplicably, became popular.

People lamented Ling's beauty and the sadness of the movie's ending.

So much so that a bunch of people tried to find out who wrote the script, and were going to send blades to the screenwriter.

Someone even teamed up with others to find out the screenwriter's address and beat him up.

However, they couldn't find the screenwriter at all, and naturally they couldn't find the other party's address.

Nanami Lixu fell silent while watching the very grand uprising.

she seems to be...

It is becoming more and more difficult to understand the preferences of these audiences.

Why do you like to watch this kind of stuff?

I was supposed to be a diva...

Why did you become an actor?

"Qihai, you're even hotter!" The agent rushed forward happily holding a newspaper.

...

Shuji Tsushima was also watching a movie.

at the cinema.

Chartered.

and a group of people.

As for the reason why it is not opened at home, it is because there is no sense of atmosphere at home.

Although there is no sense of atmosphere after booking.

Movie theater for only three people.

"Gin should watch it with vodka." Shuji Tsushima looked helplessly at the empty cinema.

"But how can the kind me be connected with the evil villain?" He shook his head.

Toru Amuro sat on the chair and yawned.

"Why haven't we reached the finale yet..." He got a little impatient waiting.

If it wasn't for Kayo who wanted to watch it, he probably wouldn't have stepped into a movie theater to watch this kind of emotional movie in his life.

After all, for a ruthless member of a criminal organization, these romantic plots can't touch their cold hearts (bushi)

"Don't worry, don't worry..." Tsushima Shuji held the popcorn and took a sip of Fat House Happy Water.

While handing the popcorn to Scotland.

"Thank you Kayo." Scotland smiled and took some casually.

"What about me?" Bourbon said with killing intent in his eyes.

"Nope." Shuji Tsushima said confidently without hesitation.

He made no effort to hide that he was engaging in isolating behavior.

"Really..." Bourbon smiled brightly.

In the next second, he had already grabbed a handful of popcorn in his hand.

One by one, in front of Shuji Tsushima, he started to eat.

Look proud.

"Hey... Bourbon, are you a primary school student?" Shuji Tsushima gave him a complicated look.

"Here you go." A whole bucket of popcorn was stuffed to him.

Bourbon: ...the popcorn suddenly tastes bad...

The movie has come to an end.

The boy has grown very old.

The woman was as white as when she first saw her, her face unchanged.

"Ling, stay away from humans." He wanted to reach out and touch the woman's hair.

But he stopped when he saw his old hand.

"Ayashi, welcome back." The woman lowered her head, her snow-white hair hanging down.

As he was getting old, his eyes were full of trance, and then he was relieved and sad.

"I'm back, Ling."

But he was leaving again.

Ling put him dead into the lake.

The ice sculpture representing the main body will also be thrown into the lake together.

She sleeps in the lake.

Or... death.

[Humans and demons... cannot form a relationship. ]

[...It just adds to the loneliness. ]

"Crack." Bourbon bit the popcorn expressionlessly.

"Who wrote this script?" He asked Shuji Tsushima.

After all... If it wasn't written by someone Kayo knew, would Kayo's character be interested in the movie?

He also specially took him and Scotland to see.

It may have been written by Kaa himself.

"Who wrote it? I don't know." Shuji Tsushima looked blank.

"It's just... I have heard of this story vaguely."

...

A man in a black nightgown was sitting on the sofa, holding a black cat in his arms, but there was still nothing above his shoulders.

"I've watched the movie, and I'll also watch the TV series." His tone was gentle and elegant.

"Xiuji, do you have anything you want?" There was a touch of gorgeous aria all the time.

"No..." Shuji Tsushima lay on the desk, looking tired.

Every time we chat, I will ask Shuji Tsushima what he wants.

But every time the answer is no.

"Is that so..." The man stroked the cat with his slender hand, his tone low.

"You have to give a father a chance to please his child with gifts." He chuckled.

"In this case..." Shuji Tsushima looked at the night scene outside the window sill.

"I want to watch the fireworks."

"The fireworks you can see from here."

"You can definitely do it." The boy smiled obediently and looked forward to it.

"When do you want to watch it?" The man's tone was gentle, as if he was an elder who was seriously considering his children's thoughts.

"Tonight, because I don't want to watch it tomorrow." The boy said it very naturally.

The sudden desire to watch fireworks was just a whim.

I'm not interested in tomorrow.

"Okay." The man just patted the head of the black cat in his arms and said softly.