Heibu doesn't want to talk

Changing out of the gloomy black coat, Kuroho, who has the same youthful face as Ranpo, seems to be able to pretend in a daze that he is the Edogawa Ranpo who lives happily in the clouds in the book's story.

But this is impossible. There is no way to hide the scarred body under the thin shirt and the decayed heart inside.

Because life is too smooth, the "brothers" who are fond of fantasizing can't understand what kind of filthy creature their fragile little brother has grown into.

Heibu lowered his eyes and followed behind Luanbu who was looking around.

"Hey, don't think that way, I know it all. Because you are working hard, everyone always try not to interfere with your life." The green-eyed youth narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The slightly dewy clear green is very familiar to Heibu.

Familiar is annoying.

If he had to say it, Heibu should have shown such an expression, but in fact, he was just silent.

"Think of it as a rare vacation. I have been waiting for this opportunity for so long, and it doesn't matter if I wait for a few more days." Ranbu said naturally in a quite relaxed tone.

Ah... Is there a vacation before death? Is there such a thing as that?

"That's right." Heibu bent his lips and smirked with a perfectly curved smirk.

"Hey, Mr. Ranpo, you came early today, and you didn't get lost. It's really rare." Osamu Dazai, who was dressed as a bright young man, slumped on the sofa and greeted him.

Heibu sneered abruptly, and then fell silent.

Osamu Dazai also read books on his own as if nothing had happened, and did not pursue this [special treatment].

This is short-lived anger.

A certain Hei Ni who had made an appointment to do it himself refused to make a clean final blow in order to maintain his clean image.

"How long will this gentleman stay in the detective agency? I guess, one day, right, Mr. Ranpo." Dazai asked with a smile.

"I made an appointment with other guys to let you go to each world to experience it. If you haven't changed your mind in the end, then give up that alternative plan." Luanbu said to Heibu.

Heibu nodded dispensably, his eyes empty.

Luanbu didn't care, dragged Heibu, excitedly went to Yokohama.

Hei Bu closed his eyes, carefully feeling the emotions quietly flowing in his heart.

It wasn't his thing, when he discerned it carefully, only a few wisps of withered emotions that were almost dry really existed.

The answer is obvious, this is the feeling of [brother].

The feelings he experienced again through sharing made Heibu feel a little novel, or maybe Ranbu's childishness infected him, so that he didn't have a trace of disgust at being invaded.

With their hands folded, they walked down the street like twins.

When I saw a dim sum shop, I got a signal that I wanted to eat at the same time.

But Heibu will not reveal his preferences, and he can even hide them.

And Luanbu walked into the shop quite straightforwardly, and bought a lot of snacks with the pocket money given by the president, and he didn't know if he could finish them all.

The young man looked hesitantly, closed his eyes, and stuffed a dumpling into Heibu's mouth.

Hei Bu choked unexpectedly, and it took him a long time to recover, chewing slowly.

"It's delicious, red bean dumplings."

Heibu's pupils shrank imperceptibly, and he sighed helplessly.

"Yes, very tasty."

The gloomy youthful aura instantly softened, and he even smiled a little.

At least it seems so.

Putting the gentleness that has not been shown for a long time in front of the world, it has nothing to do with how false or false, it is only a moment of satisfaction.

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