Heibu doesn't want to talk

"Ranpo-kun, the time to meet Fitzgerald has been set." Fyodor squinted and smiled with obvious pleasure.

"Really..." Luanbu who was standing by the window overlooking the snow scene regained his senses, his eyes regained focus, and he replied lightly.

"What's there to see, it's the same every day, the unpleasant whiteness." Fyodor walked to Ranpo, looking at the same scene as in Ranpo's eyes.

"Because it hasn't changed, people are envious from the bottom of their hearts." He said such words of praise, but in fact there was still nothing in Luanbu's eyes, and his tone was neither salty nor weak.

"Let's go." Luanbu turned around first, and walked out.

He already... didn't want to wait any longer.

He revealed the clues of [Book] to the leader of the group, and betrayed Yokohama, which can be called his hometown.

All of this is done with ease and ease, if it is not really the first time, then one must praise the proficiency.

Logically speaking, he should be interested in Mr. Mori's mood, but Ranpo carefully felt his dry heart, and there was no ups and downs there.

so……

Have you begun to lose even the most basic ability of empathy?

Presumably, if he visited Odasaku with his current posture, he would not be able to show a trace of sadness.

Ranbu's cold fingertips touched his cheek.

In the cold Siberia, her pale cheeks had already been numb from the cold, so naturally she didn't feel anything.

Ranbu wanted to twitch his lips, but it seemed strange that he couldn't feel the nerves in his face, so he simply returned to his expressionless face completely indulgently, and the shimmer of reason also faded from his green eyes.

He looked up at the full moon in the sky, closed his eyes and sighed softly.

The plan has begun, and he... can't regret it at all.

Unconsciously, a cold and lonely atmosphere permeated the air.

So... if you don't give up, maybe everything will be different.

But no one ever told Edogawa Ranpo, no one told him not to give up.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival...

Reunion festival.

However, apart from his lonely indifference and the bright moon in the sky, Edogawa Ranpo has nothing.

If the plan is successful, he will no longer have even a place to reunite.

And fail...

Although I didn't think about this possibility, it might end with his death.

Luanbu rubbed his white fingers, and turned back into the bedroom.

Fyodor had prepared everything, though not out of kindness.

Cigarettes are prepared for Ranpo who never smokes, and good wine is prepared for Ranpo who has only drank alcohol once in his life.

Luanbu sighed, and lit a cigarette a little jerky, without bringing it to his mouth, just quietly watching it burn in the air.

In the dark room, it can barely be illuminated by the firelight of a cigarette, and the emerald eyes reflecting the firelight are gloomy.

Where do you go from now on?Nothing more than death.

From now on and from?alone.

Before I knew it, the cigarette had gone out.

Luanbu poured a glass of wine, went back to the balcony, raised his glass to the too proud moon, and said what he didn't have time to say.

"Finally, let's drink to the wild dogs, Dazai, Odasaku, and Ango."

This Mid-Autumn Festival, with the remaining thin feelings, he missed the past that belonged to the four of them. They... were "reunited".

The wind and snow at night seemed to be more fierce, so that Luanbu, who stayed on the balcony for half the night, couldn't bear the serious illness.

Although it may also be due to other factors, this is the only one that can be admitted.

Ranpo is sick, very sick.

With a severe wind chill, he got on the plane to Japan.