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"...The doors and windows here are locked, it is undoubtedly a secret room! Then, Dun Jun, question: How did the murderer disappear without a trace in less than a minute?"

Edogawa Ranbu pointed directly at the tip of Nakajima Atsushi's nose, and the cloak on his body was rustling by the draft.

Atsushi Nakajima looked confused: "Uh, you hid behind the door beforehand, and escaped when we came in?"

Luanbu held his forehead with hatred: "Hey, how many times have I told you, don't read outdated mystery novels! Such an old-fashioned trick..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..." (blushing)

Luanbu slowly took out a crumpled letter from his pocket, shook his hand, and unfolded it.

"Respectfully, respected Mr. Ranpo. For some reason recently, I always feel that there are a pair of prying eyes in the room, and I am afraid that something bad will happen in the near future..."

The narrow-eyed man glanced at the somewhat distorted sofa and smiled confidently:

"It's very simple, the best way to escape is - not to escape!"

After that, he grabbed the sofa cushion and lifted it up.

Just hear a scream:

"what!"

Luanbu casually threw the letter paper on the ground, with his hips on his hips, he picked up a hairy head from the gap of the sofa.

"Tsk, thank you for being able to hide in such a place!"

He approached the otaku wearing thick glasses who appeared out of nowhere, and he looked extraordinarily calm amidst the gasping voices behind him.

"Tell me, did you kill Mrs. Sakuma?"

The otaku stood up slowly, his unwashed hair was greasy in locks.

Filled with righteous indignation, he stammered:

"If... If it wasn't for her making out with other men in front of me."

Ranbu frowned: "Huh? You're not talking about Mrs. Sakuma's husband, are you? You're really..."

Luanbu thought hard, but he didn't have an appropriate word to describe a man, so he pointed to his temple and said with disgust, "You bastard, you have a brain problem."

The personal reasoning show is over.

Stepping back to the corner, the police officers who had been waiting for a long time swarmed forward.In an instant, Nakajima Poor Dun was squeezed five meters away.

The criminal was crushed into the police car, occasionally mixed with his painful wailing.

The crowd receded, and the detective retired after finishing his work.

Luanbu yawned, eyes hazy with sleep.

Nakajima·Trying to find a sense of existence·Dun Ceng came to Ranpo, with a special expression for fans, and sincerely admired:

"Mr. Ranpo, you are really powerful! I definitely can't draw the inference that the murderer is hiding on the sofa."

Luanbu squinted at his assistant, casually:

"Don't compare your fixed thinking with me, a genius, thank you."

He threw the bag to Atsushi Nakajima and went out on his own.

After walking two steps, Luanbu realized that the assistant hadn't followed, turned around and sighed:

"Why are you standing still, do you expect me to lead you the way? Oh yes, I'm going to be absent from work in the afternoon, please take me to the station."

club 【flower】

[Flower] is a popular high-end club in Roppongi.

Ranpo is a regular visitor here.

At six o'clock in the evening, he staggered in the door.

"Hey, the big detective is here! If you have any interesting cases recently, please share them with us."

In an instant, there was a circle of beauties around Luanbu, and the treatment was similar to his treatment at the crime scene.

In short, wherever Edogawa, a prodigy in the industry, goes, he is surrounded by stars.

To put it in a normal way, Luanbu can always tell a lot of jaw-dropping cases:

Some murderer hid in a vase, some murderer killed through the ceiling of the Japanese room.

But today was a special day, and Luanbu was in a bad mood, so he drove them away with a few perfunctory words.

In front of him was only Sayuri who was No.1 in the nomination rate.

Sayuri sat not far or close, pouring wine for Luanbu with a smile on her lips:

"Mr. Ranpo, it's that day again in a blink of an eye. Is there any news about your fiancée...?"

Luanbu didn't say anything, he drank half a glass of whiskey in one gulp, and soon a blush crept up his face.

"Well, don't talk about me. Isn't Sayuri unhappy? Why, there is a newcomer in the store?"

Sayuri froze, and put down the hand holding the wine bottle silently.

Her eyes were always downcast with affection, and she was silent for a long time:

"Yeah, you can't hide anything from Mr. Ranpo. There is a child named Fern Ji in the store. She is very popular, and I am very happy. But..."

The woman bit her lip and hesitated, "I always feel that she came here with bad intentions. In the past two weeks, several girls have resigned for no reason, and they can't be contacted."

Luanbu understood, the two brothers seemed to pat Sayuri on the shoulder:

"Call me if you need anything, and I'll be right over. Hiccup."

Luanbu's tone is solemn and his posture is funny.

This contrasting cuteness successfully amused Sayuri, she hooked her lips and smiled slightly:

"It's really Mr. Ranpo, don't say such touching words when you are drunk."

Luanbu made a sound of "um", and staggered up with Sayuri's arm.

"I'm going to the rooftop to blow some air."

The night view of Roppongi is said to be priceless.

He opened the door of the roof in random steps, and unexpectedly saw a figure leaning on the railing overlooking the back.

The woman turned around when she heard the movement, revealing Zhang Meiyan's extremely murderous face, with lifelike flower tattoos on her cheeks.

Luanbu noticed the flickering sparks between her fingers, and gave a vague lesson:

"Here, no smoking."

The woman seemed not expecting that someone would dare to reprimand her, her delicate face was distorted immediately.

She threw the cigarette butt on the ground with a "snap", gave Luanbu a hard look, and walked away aggressively.

The door behind him slammed.

Luanbu picked up the cigarette butt and looked at it for a few seconds, then murmured: "...Fern Ji?"

Come out of the club, it's late at night.

Luanbu walked alone by the river, the evening wind blowing, dispelling a little bit of drunkenness.

He stopped and carefully took out an undamaged photo from the inside pocket.

He in a neat suit above and Yuriko in a pure white wedding dress leaned on each other and smiled sweetly.

"Yuriko..." he called out, lovingly tracing the lines of his fiancée's face with his fingers.

Among the incomparable facial features of a woman, Ranpo's favorite is her plum red vertical pupils.

Whenever he is stared at by these eyes, no matter what foul language Yuriko utters, he will be happy.

In the dark night, someone approached slowly.

Edogawa followed the prestige at random steps, his misty eyes suddenly stared like copper bells.

This is a man with slightly curly hair, a handsome face, and a white suit.

The most important thing is that he actually has the same captivating eyes as Yuriko.

Mr. Ranpo, the industry legend, was stunned.

It took him a minute to find his breath, adjusted his crooked beret, and walked forward with graceful snake steps as if nothing had happened.

Luanbu patted the man on the shoulder, and smiled jokingly at his surprised gaze:

"Honey, I didn't expect to see you in two years. Not only did you have plastic surgery, but you also changed your gender. But I can still recognize you even if you turn into ashes. Ugh..."

Just as Luanbu finished speaking, he covered his mouth as if to spit.

Wu Mi knew what this guy was going to do as soon as he saw the Adam's apple rolling violently.

He quickly pushed the man's chest with his sharp eyes.

An expression of disbelief froze on Luanbu's face, his feet slipped and he fell into the trickle on his back.

thump-

"Help...help, cough cough..."

The moon and stars are sparse, and there is no one around.

Appreciating Luanbu's struggle without expression, he snorted happily.

It's been two years and the idiot hasn't learned how to swim.

"Just stay awake in the river!"

Wuqing was about to walk, but he stepped on something.

With one hand in his pocket, he bent down to pick up the dusty photos.

When he clearly saw the man with a simple and honest smile in the photo and the reluctant himself in the wedding dress, a trace of cruelty flashed across the slightly narrowed eyes of the contemporary ghost king.

If Edogawa Ranpo hadn't been too obsessive, he would never have taken this photo.

but……

Luanbu, who is usually slovenly and doesn't even know how to iron his shirts, is able to preserve this photo properly, which really makes ghosts look at him with admiration.

While thinking, he walked like a dying fish, spit out a string of bubbles, and fell silent.

"Ah."

Wu Mi ruthlessly tore up that damned photo and waved it away.

Next Day Detective Agency

"Ah, choo-"

Edogawa Ranpo's shocking sneeze caught people's attention.

Dazai coughed lightly: "Mr. Ranpo, are you sure it was Miss Yuriko who rescued you from the shore?"

Tanizaki: "Mr. Ranpo must have misread it. The police said at the time that such a large amount of blood loss is not good for Ms. Yuriko."

Luanbu casually pointed the pillow in his arms at the back of Tanizaki's head:

"You are not allowed to curse my Lily! Don't I even recognize my fiancée?"

He silently added in his heart: Even if she had plastic surgery and changed her gender!

Tanizaki seemed to have eyes behind him, and his head was tilted to avoid Ranbu's sneak attack.

The pillow hit Kunikida Doppo's head exactly on the desk.

Ranbu: "..." (turning his eyes away)

Dazai chuckled: "Oh."

Atsushi Nakajima stopped wiping the parts of Ranpo's phone, and stood aside tremblingly, hesitating to speak.

Kunikida looked at the super rookie with a half-smile: "Do you have anything to say?"

Nakajima licked his lips: "So... Mr. Ranpo has a fiancee?"

Everyone is silent.

The commotion was interrupted by sudden footsteps.

Luanbu looked listlessly at the serious man in suit at the door.

"Master Baigui, what can you do?"

Baigui: "Several cases of disappearances have been discovered in Roppongi. Our agents are currently in confinement. I can only ask you to help us investigate."

Luanbu opened the phone that Nakajima handed over, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the flickering screen.

"Huh, fortunately it works. So what's the situation with the missing person?"

Before the voice finished, dozens of missed calls popped up.

At the same moment, Baigui pursed his lips:

"The latest one to go missing is Sayuri from the [Flower] club."

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My name is Ji Guoshi.

She is a witch who can be resurrected infinitely. Recently, I remembered the memory I lost hundreds of years ago, so I did a big thing.

Resurrected my husband - Ji Guo Yuan Yi.

However, something went wrong with the goose formation, and Yuan Yi, who was supposed to appear at the shrine, disappeared!

But fortunately, my divination ability is extraordinary. After I successfully rescued a suicidal maniac who almost drowned, I said very seriously:

"My husband's name is Ji Guo Yuan Yi, and he seems to be working for your detective agency recently."