rambunctious lover

The next day, the dawn was faint.

A phone call awakened the dream of Luanbu.

He muttered and picked up:

"Hey?"

"Mr. Ranpo, it's me, Dazai. Sorry to disturb your sleep."

"Dazai, are you experimenting with some strange method of death again? Sudden death due to lack of sleep, the process is too long and does not meet your pursuit of efficiency. I advise you to change."

The man on the other end of the receiver was silent for a moment:

"Mr. Ranbu, I suggest you take a look at the video I just sent. Before the reporter comes, run away."

Dazai's voice was as refreshing as the morning dew, and the hidden smile was like the wet long legs of a butterfly flying by.

"reporter?"

Edogawa hurriedly opened his emerald eyes.

It was as if a spring had been installed under his body, and he jumped up from the bed neatly.

"Wait, don't hang up. Let me take a look."

The famous detective clicked on the short video sent by Dazai, and three men came into view:

Himself, Onimai Tsuji Musan and Suda Haruka with a bomb strapped to his body.

He and a man named Yue Yan were having a heated argument.

[Go to safety before I cut the red thread following your ridiculous reasoning. ]

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand to give Onimai Tsuji a hug, and left without looking back under the man's ferocious gaze.

"...I finished watching."

"That's it. Mr. Ranpo, I think it's better for you to avoid the limelight. After all, the Internet now..."

That's all Dazai said.

The white wall in front of him seemed to reflect the faces of his colleagues who hesitated to speak.

Edogawa Ranpo couldn't help but squeeze the phone tightly, he could imagine the comments on the Internet.

"Thanks, Dazai. Oh by the way, can you send me a selfie of you if you have time?"

"Selfie? What do you want with that thing?"

The voice of the former Hong Kong gangster cadre, the star of wisdom, reveals a rare hesitation.

"To ward off evil spirits. I'll treat you to dinner after I've settled this matter, Dazai."

Dazai stopped asking.

Smart people's communication, pay attention to the end.

He happily agreed:

"Okay, Mr. Ranpo. It seems that I have to live well until then."

Ranbu smiled:

"Ah, yes. Live well. If it is convenient, take a few more photos, so that I can appreciate your handsome appearance."

……

Luanbu hung up the phone, thought for a few seconds, and got out of bed.

He rushed to the bathroom and washed as fast as he could.

After wearing the iconic cloak and beret, Osamu Dazai took a selfie as scheduled.

No more, no less, exactly five.

The detective smiled knowingly at the childish faces of his colleagues on the screen.

Accompanied by the breeze that leaked in through the gap in the window, he flicked up the hem of his clothes and walked away smartly.

It was the first time that I waited alone at the gate of the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters.

Don't be afraid of Luanbu, anyway, the people in their whole building combined have less IQ than him.

But, to be honest, he was a little restless.

A detective rarely has to wait for someone else.

Luanbu put his hands in his pockets, sometimes holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose, sometimes pacing back and forth in circles.

A century later...

A black figure was belatedly arriving.

"Edogawa Ranpo?" The man frowned so tightly that he could crush a fly, "What do you want me for?"

Unlike Akutagawa, who is full of conflicts in every cell of his body, when Ranpo saw him, he burst into laughter, and even moved his hands and feet.

"Oh, Akutagawa-kun. You're finally here. Shall we find a place to chat?"

After finishing speaking, Ranpo stretched out his hand to grab Akutagawa's arm as if he was afraid of Akutagawa running away.

"...Go away, why am I..."

The screen of Luanbu's mobile phone inadvertently shook in front of Akutagawa, and said with a hippie smile:

"If you cooperate, I still have a lot of Dazai's selfies~"

Akutagawa: "..." (frowning and blushing)

Seeing this, Luanpo proudly gave a thumbs up as if declaring victory.

"It won't take you long, Akutagawa-kun. Then let's go~"

nearby coffee shop

Edogawa ordered a strawberry parfait and was devouring it.

"Aha, sure enough dessert saves my soul anytime."

The detective narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and sighed.

"...What the hell are you looking for?"

Akutagawa crossed his arms warily, every time he saw the strawberry cream on the tip of Ranpo's nose, he felt a caterpillar crawling in his heart.

"Oh, I'm here to thank you." Luanbu wiped his mouth and said solemnly.

"? I don't understand what you mean."

Akutagawa leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to go.

"You don't have to play dumb in front of me. When the TV station building exploded for the second time, you were outside, right? The bomb was probably made by your Frankenstein, and it was entrusted to you to detonate because he was afraid that he would cause casualties, right?"

"..."

Edogawa Ranpo looked at Akutagawa unabashedly, taking great pleasure from his tense expression.

He hooked his lips and smiled: "Oh, yes, the motive is that you want to destroy the evidence of the collusion between Hong Kong gangsters and the Minister of Finance."

"..."

Akutagawa's gaze drooped, avoiding making eye contact with Ranpo.

He asked blankly:

"What do you want to say?"

Ranbu shrugged innocently:

"Even if I'm as smart as I am, there are things I can't figure out." He paused, lying on the table and looking up at Akutagawa.

"The bomb on Su Tianyao's body is also a masterpiece of your Hong Kong gangsters? If it is to destroy the archives, wouldn't it be superfluous?"

"..."

Akutagawa's eyebrows moved slightly, and he closed his mouth tightly and did not speak.

Even this fleeting movement could not escape Ranbu's eyes.

He suddenly realized:

"Ah, I understand. Shu Tianyao is also from Hong Kong gangsters. He was going to blow up the archives room, but I happened to bump into it? No wonder he didn't panic very much afterwards. I thought it was because of the scar on his forehead. Black holes. Interesting, interesting."

Luanbu clicked his lips, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable his speculation became.

After all, Ogai Mori, the current leader of Hong Kong and Black, is such a thoughtful character, it is not surprising that he would plant two bombs.

"He's not from Hong Kong."

"Huh?" Luanbu sneered: "So your Hong Kong gangster's admission test copied the detective agency's? No innovation at all?"

"...Have you finished?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the loyal dog of Hong Kong and Black.

If someone slandered the organization in front of him, he would naturally be out of breath.

Ranpo discovered the anger dormant in his body, and wisely changed the subject.

"Okay." He curled his lips: "Anyway, the government has always turned a blind eye to you. Anyway, thank you for not killing me."

"Oh, I heard you had a concussion? You didn't cultivate well and came here. You really are obsessed with solving the case."

"Isn't it because the hospital can't stay?"

Ranbu imagined the scene where he was being chased and intercepted, and couldn't help shaking.

"Okay, let's go. I'll check out."

The detective stood up, glanced at the untouched coffee next to Akutagawa's hand, and shook his head regretfully.

"..."

"Aren't you going?"

Akutagawa still sat there, solid as a rock.

"...Mr. Dazai's...self...selfie."

There was a trace of surprise in Ranbu's eyes.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, this guy still worships Osamu Dazai so much.

If he is dragged to Wuzhen...

Luanbu instantly denied his own thoughts.

Forget it, Butei's gang is violent enough.

He smiled brightly as if nothing had happened:

"Of course, keeping promises is one of the good qualities of a detective."

He took out his mobile phone and put it on the table:

"How to send it to you? Infrared? You can operate it yourself. I'll go to the bathroom first."

Ranpo said, looking over Akutagawa's shoulder to somewhere...

thump thump—

The sound of footsteps behind him was intermittent.

Disorderly step on deaf ears.

He turned and walked into the toilet cubicle and locked the door.

The reflection of the tile clearly shows the feet of the stalker outside the door.

"Humph."

Luanbu used the toilet to the next compartment, and then opened the door as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, Police Officer Tomioka, can I meet you here?"

Tomioka Yoshiyong was wearing a suit and leather shoes, his expression tightened when he saw him coming out from the next door.

"You knew I was following you?"

Luanbu yawned boredly, eyes full of sleepy tears.

"Not only that, I also know that you are following me because of Onimai Tsuji. Although I don't know why you think so..."

"In the video on the Internet, you have an unusual relationship with him. You took the initiative to hug him."

Tomioka's stagnant eyes stared at him, speaking with certainty in an inaudible tone.

"...Okay." Ranpo took off his hat in frustration, scratching his short hair.

If I had known earlier, he shouldn't have done this to Wu Mi in the building.

"However..." The detective took a deep breath and changed the topic: "I suggest that you better not show up easily. Makoto Makoto's case was originally intended to attract you to show up."

While speaking, an unexpected call sounded from outside the bathroom.

"Edogawa Ranpo, did you fall into the pit?"

Ranpo and Tomioka looked at each other silently, and at the same time saw shock in each other's eyes.

It turned out to be the ghost dance Tsuji no misanthropy!

The author has something to say: The last episode of the Wenye X Demon Slayer collaboration: "Everyone Loves Kenji Miyazawa"

Copywriter:

A farmer named Miyazawa Kenji came down from the foot of Spider Mountain.

Tired felt that according to the momentum of this kid selling one catty for two catties and giving someone home, sooner or later he would be cheated until there was no bone left.

So he said:

"Although you are stupid, I will try my best to let you be my family!"

Miyazawa smiled: Huh? (Break off his iron-cut spider silk like mud)

tired:"……"

I will drag you to hell, or be transported to adulthood by you.

Strange little angel VS cold paranoid little devil

One of the comments is right: As long as I have a big enough brain, there is no hhh that I can’t pull off

Interested little angels can accept it in advance~

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