rambunctious lover

"Too, Mr. Dazai?"

That's right.

It was Ryunosuke Akutagawa from Hong Kong and Black who met everyone on a narrow road.

Beside him was a girl who had never met before, wearing a white dress.

They are one black and one white, but they also complement each other.

Commonly known as "Black and White Shuangsha".

Luanbu's gaze stayed on the intertwined arms of the two for a few seconds, and he said with a smile:

"I didn't expect Mori Ogai to leave time for his subordinates..."

Before the words finished, a stern look flashed in the girl's eyes.

Luanbu felt the cold wind with murderous intent rushing toward his face, and when he avoided it, it seemed that someone pushed him violently from behind, he staggered, his neck felt chilly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Gada's crisp and suppressed cry of pain.

"silver."

"silver."

Akutagawa and Dazai's unison is the end of this chaos.

Edogawa panted heavily, looking intently.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, who was twisting the girl's wrist, came into view.

His face was expressionless, and it seemed that he didn't use much strength. The girl twisted into a caterpillar and couldn't break free.

"let me go!"

Ranpo's eyes slid across the faces of Akutagawa and Dazai one by one.

He realized that things were going like a wild horse galloping in a bad direction.

And a detective is the only one who can stop the situation from getting worse.

Edokawa covered his lips with random steps and coughed lightly:

"Let her go, Yue Yan."

Wu Mi raised his eyebrows and looked over quietly.

"You ordered me?"

Luanbu sighed: "Please, please let her go, Mr. Yueyan."

The acme of honorific words still did not satisfy the majestic Ghost King.

He snorted coldly from his nasal cavity, but fortunately he let go without further entanglement.

Ahhh, this guy did it on purpose!

Because Ranbu clearly saw the smile surge in his red pupils.

So angry!

Akutagawa stepped forward quickly, and when he noticed the girl's flushed wrist, his usually calm eyes also rippled a little.

His Adam's apple rolled violently, and the hem of the black cloak fluttered.

"Oh, Mr. Ranpo. You're bleeding."

In order to save the situation or add fuel to the fire, Tong Mo, who had been watching the play for a long time, exclaimed.

And the place that the golden fan was pointing at was exactly the side of his neck that Luanbu felt chilly just now.

Luanbu touched his neck, the wound was extremely thin but deep.

After a while, the fingertips were filled with sticky liquid.

Seeing this, Akutagawa's face changed suddenly, and he lowered his voice and said to the girl:

"Silver, apologize to Mr. Ranpo."

The girl was also shocked, and hastily hid the sharp knife in her sleeve.

"Yes... I'm sorry Mr. Ranpo. I..."

Luanbu covered the wound and waved his hands.

"it's okay no problem."

Surprise faded from his emerald green eyes.

Compared with Akutagawa's attitude of asking his sister to apologize, his way of addressing people is more concerned.

Is Dazai's selfie magic really so powerful?Quickly shorten the distance between the two?

"Let's go, I'll help you treat the wound."

Onimai Tsuji's inappropriate interjection interrupted Ranpo's conjecture.

"Then I'll go buy a Bondi..."

Osamu Dazai hurriedly interfaced.

"No, I have it."

After finishing speaking, Wu Mi took out a brand new pack of medical Bondi from his suit pocket, and the pack was full of lovely strawberries.

Dazai Osamu was amazed:

"Mr. Tsukihiko is too considerate, isn't he?"

The colleague's exaggerated tone, even Luanbu couldn't confirm whether he was praising or teasing.

"Hmph, some guys are particularly vulnerable to injury."

"..."

Gazing at him indiscriminately, Meteor strode towards the bathroom.

bathroom mirror

Luan Bu stood on the right side of Wu Mi, and the man helped to clean the wound.

"hiss-"

He sucked in a breath of cold air, his facial features wrinkled into a ball:

"Can you take it easy!"

"It's not a child anymore, still so afraid of pain."

Although he complained, Wu Mi's movements were still much lighter to the naked eye.

Luanbu closed his eyes and waited for a while, but he never heard the sound of the Bondi wrapping paper being torn.

He opened his eyes again suspiciously, and found that Wu Mi was standing beside him, not knowing when to stop, only looking at his wound, his pupils were dim.

The warm breath sprayed on Luanbu's neck, itching not only the skin but also the beating heart.

"What are you looking at?"

Luanbu poked his neck and said.

The cold touch lingered on the wound.

In a moment, Wu Mi's fingertips were stained with a faint crimson.

"I'm thinking, your blood clotting function seems to be very bad. It's been so long, and the blood hasn't stopped yet."

"..."

Wu Mi's slightly raised lips were reflected in the mirror.

Luanpo was so out of breath.

He "slapped" the man's hand open, picked up Bundy on the sink and was about to tear it apart.

"How dare you say it? If you hadn't pushed me."

"Huh? What are you talking about? If it weren't for my blow, I'm afraid your head would fall to the ground."

fart!

That woman's target was clearly not him.

At this moment, footsteps gradually sounded outside the bathroom.

Luanbu felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he realized it, he was already in the cramped cubicle with Wuyan.

The place is simply too small.

The detective was easily cornered, his back against the cold tiles.

"what are you doing?"

Wu Mi didn't answer, and desire surged in the iconic red pupils.

"Don't talk. Or I'll kill the people outside."

The out-of-tune tune slipped into Ranbu's ears along with the sound of the man relieving his hand.

"..."

Seeing him submitting, Wu Can pursed his lips in satisfaction, and clasped his wrist like a hot iron.

The ghost king buried his head on the detective's neck, took a deep breath, and his heartfelt laughter caused his chest to vibrate.

They were so close that it wouldn't be a surprise if something happened in the next second.

But... this is a public place!

Rao Edogawa Ranpo was also frightened, his body twisted a few times uneasily, only to be hugged even tighter by Wuyou.

"Don't move, we ghosts are very sensitive to the smell of blood and can't stand the stimulation."

There seemed to be some kind of pleading hidden in Wuyou's hoarse voice.

"...to suffer on one's own accord."

"Well, take it upon yourself."

The ghost king laughed again.

Like a bee fluttering its wings, it flew over Luanbu's heart, causing him to be extremely irritable.

are you crazy!

Back in the corridor of the exhibition hall, the two met a young couple head-on.

The little girl stared at the Strawberry Bundy on Ranbu's neck, then hooked her boyfriend's arm and whispered.

The moment she passed by, she even smiled ambiguously at Luanbu, tacitly knowing it.

"..."

The detective almost jumped in anger.

"Why are they treating me..."

Kimai Tsuji next to him also laughed, his words trembling with joy were mixed with a bit of ridicule.

"Of course it's because..."

"To shut up."

Luanbu said fiercely.

Doesn't he know the reason?

But the conscience of heaven and earth, the ghost knows that there are no strawberries under his Bondi.

Hey... the wound seems to be more painful.

In the exhibition hall

The audience in front of "The Cursed Jade Pot" was much smaller, and it was easy to squeeze into the front row.

"Mr. Ranpo, is the wound okay?"

Osamu Dazai was worried.

"fine."

Luanbu didn't want to talk too much, pretended to be very interested, and leaned over to check the famous "legend".

In response to his expectation, a strong fishy smell raged in his nostrils in an instant.

"Ouch, it's disgusting."

Luanbu blurted out.

Where does the fishy smell come from?

He took a closer look and understood.

It turned out that the charred fish bones on the outer wall of the jade pot were criss-crossed, and in the center were inlaid two white and bulging fish eyes that were extremely close together, staring at him faintly.

Below the pot are lips patchworked out of blue fish scales. The two lips protrude strangely and are slightly opened.

It seemed as if he was about to pour out his sorrows about the tragic death at any time.

"..."

Luanbu was speechless.

What's more terrible is that this strangely shaped jade pot is filled with clear water, and a goldfish with a red crown roams freely in it.

It flicked its tail lightly, splashing water on Luanbu's face, causing him to take a step back.

So scary.

Whether it's the design of the jug itself, or the fact that the fish are swimming in the jug.

"Don't you think it's ironic?"

Dazai's voice brought him back to reality.

Luanbu pursed his lips, and his mouth tasted a little salty.

"Well, ironic."

Enjoy happiness among the bones piled up by your companions, especially without knowing it.

"If the sun shines on the water, maybe it can alleviate this sense of guilt?"

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful.

"No, it's disgusting anyway."

Luanbu categorically denied it. He looked at the so-called "art" with disgust, and suddenly saw that goldfish full of resentment and lifeless eyes, and couldn't help but jump.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then looked at the water again.

The fish was taking care of itself, circling happily in its own part of the world.

"..."

Luanbu swallowed his saliva.

Is it all just an illusion...?

Neither Ghost Dance Tsuji nor Tong Mo are interested in the performance art of Yuhu.

One of them strikes up a conversation with Yin absent-mindedly, and the other stands not far away, watching someone's rare panic, feeling comfortable all over.

Wu Mi: [Since you care about that Dazai, why don't you turn him into a ghost and let him stay with you forever? ]

Tong Mo lightly shakes the golden fan: [No, people regard Dazai as a research object for human beings! ]

At this time, the conversation between Dazai and Ranpo entered their ears word by word.

Dazai: "If the sun shines on the water, maybe it can alleviate this feeling of guilt?"

Ranpo: "No, it's disgusting anyway."

Tong Mo's hand holding the fan froze, and his thick eyelashes cast light and shadow under his eyes like thin and brittle butterfly wings.

He smiled as if nothing had happened, and tiptoed behind Dazai, put his chin on the man's shoulder, and looked sideways at the pale-faced Edogawa Ranpo.

"Mr. Ranpo." He joked half-truthfully: "If the artist himself heard this sentence, he would be furious."

"Before that, can you please take your head off my shoulders, Mr. Tong Mo."

Osamu Dazai said with a half-smile, his shoulders shaking up and down like an earthquake.

The Patriarch of Bliss persevered, biting his lip pitifully:

"But his crown is really heavy, and his neck is about to be strangled."

"Stop pretending to be pitiful, get up!"

Watching them frolicking at close range, the natural interaction is like old friends for many years.

The smile in Dazai's eyes surprised him even more.

The chaotic feet moved forward involuntarily, and before he could get closer, the familiar temperature wrapped around his wrist again.

"Let's go." Wu Mi said without doubt: "It's going to be hot again."

Far away in the sky, the sun hiding behind the clouds poked its head, ready to release its mighty light at any time.

back to the apartment

After taking a shower under Wu Mi's compulsion, Luanbu walked out of the bathroom without having time to dry his hair.

He hesitated outside Wu Mi's room for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind to knock on the door.

The door opened as if by induction.

Wu Can, who was also not long after taking a shower, appeared in sight wearing a loose bathrobe.

His perennially pale face was bathed in the dim light, forcibly showing some illusory tenderness.

"busy?"

"...you know what I'm trying to say."

Without saying a word, he turned sideways out of the passage and closed the door.

"What do you want to say?"

Heavy curtains block all natural light, and the day is also the long night.

"Keep your people away from Dazai."

Luanbu all at once.

"You mean... Tong Mo."

Wu Mi's frankness was unexpected for a detective.

"Ah."

Accompanied by Ranpo's consent, Wu Mi let out a chuckle that was almost mocking.

He turned around, approaching slowly like a long shadow.

The oppressive feeling of deja vu is back.

The detective had to back away again and again until Wu Mi reached out and pinned his damp hair behind his ear.

"Why don't you always blow dry your hair?"

There was helplessness in Wu Mi's words.

"You haven't answered me yet."

There was no answer, and the cool fingertips slid down the curve of Luanbu's neck. Seeing his trembling appearance, he curled his lips.

pat—

A short sound slid by the ear.

"hiss-"

Luanbu screamed.

He witnessed the lovely strawberry on Bundy twisted and deformed in Wu Can's palm, and was finally trampled on mercilessly.

The detective couldn't retreat, and his back touched the wall behind him.

As ice as fire.

"Random steps..."

Wu Mi yelled out his name as if dreaming, his slightly narrowed red pupils were shining brightly.

"Even if it's me, I can't prevent my subordinates from making friends normally."

fart.

As if seeing through Ranbu's suspicions, the ghost king's face was covered with sorrow that could be shattered at the first blow.

"We are ghosts, lonely and suspicious. It is not easy to find someone you want to associate with."

"...Hmph, do you think I'll believe your nonsense? Don't Tong Mo want to eat Osamu Dazai?"

Guiwu Tsuji smiled lightly when he heard this.

Immediately afterwards, Luanbu felt his waist tighten, and his world spun.

When the weather was calm, a pair of red pupils bursting with desire appeared above the line of sight.

The man leaned closer to his ear, his voice hoarse and restrained:

"Well, it's like I want to eat you."

The author has something to say: I wrote this chapter four times!I hope you enjoy watching the final version hhh

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