Nơi "tám" về Ran Mouri

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hcj

Mà mn nghĩ ai là au nổi tiếng nhất trên các diễn đàn và có nhìu fan nhất ?

chắc au Ruby

Em cũng nghĩ thế. Ss Ruby có rất nhìu fan. Thứ nhì chắc là ss Ony.

Hây, hôm nay sn ta.

Snvv nha e!

Vâng. Sn ss bao giờ ?

Kaito đã trở lại

ukm ta đã trở lại và độc tài hơn xưa

Độc tài

Em đã come back
Bên Ficlet ShinRan chẳng có động tĩnh gì nữa nhỉ ?

Ai dịch cho ta
A Small Death in Lisbon

15th February 1941, SS Barracks, Unter Den Eichen, Berlin-Lichterfelde.


Even for this time of year night had come prematurely. The snow clouds, low and heavy as Zeppelins, had brought the orderlies into the mess early to put up the blackout. Not that is was needed. Just procedure. No bombers would come out in this weather. Nobody had been out since last Christmas.

An SS mess waiter in a white monkey jacket and black trousers put a tea tray down in front of the civilian, who didn't look up from the newspaper he wasn't reading. The waiter hung for a moment and then left with the oderlies. Outside the snowfall muffled the suburb to silence, its accumulating weight filled craters, mortared ruins, rendered roof, smoothed muddied ruts and chalked in the black streets to a routine uniform whiteness.
The civilian poured himself a cup of tea, took a silver case of his pocket and removed a white cigarette with black Turkish tobacco. He tapped the unfiltered end on the lid of the case, gothically engraved with the letters 'KF' and stuck the dry paper to his lower lip. He lit it with a silver lighter engraved ' EB ', a small and temporary theft. He raised the cup.

Tea, he thought. What had happened to strong black coffee ?

The tight-packed cigarette crackled as he drew on it, needing to feel the blood pricking in his veins. He brushed two white specks of as off his new black suit.

ở đâu vậy Ran

Trong tiểu thuyết :3

Sherlock Holmes???

No, cuốn A Small Death in Lisbon.

ta chịu ta không dịch nổi