rambunctious lover

"Good morning, I'm Tsukihiko, the program producer."

From the angle of Edogawa Ranpo, the corners of the man's lips can be seen clearly.

The so-called "smile" is a disguise that can be seen through at a glance, and there is a hint of tacit ridicule in the indifference.

As for the object of ridicule, of course he is the famous detective.

Seeing this, Luanbu immediately rolled his eyes.Before turning it over, Oni Wu Tsuji stared at it with a tacit understanding, and suddenly realized:

"Oh, I seem to interrupt everyone's conversation?"

Yes, did you know?

Rampo believes that the program producer is not the most suitable career for Onimai Tsuji, but the actor is.

"Humph."

A short and powerful cold snort shot through the air like a sharp arrow, but was blocked by an invisible shield.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do. This detective is going to hang around elsewhere."

He announced his decision without question.

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook the hem of his cloak, held his head high, and left on his own.

Of course, for the dignity of a famous detective that shines brighter than gold, it is impossible for him to give Onimai Tsuji a look.

One, neither.

After walking in disorder, the dressing room was very quiet for a while.

Kunikida, who finally came to his senses, coughed and said dryly:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ranpo may not be in a good mood."

Not only was Edogawa Ranpo, who was withdrawn on the spot, in a bad mood, even he, who was "accepted in danger", was not very happy.

Singer Tori's acting style is as mysterious as the impression she left on the world.

"Oh, he's always been like this. You don't need to worry about it."

The man in front of him smiled and said kindly, and even patted his shoulder comfortingly during the period.

It's fine if he sneers and sarcasm, it will make him look more chaotic, or Wuzhenshe's small belly.

Only then did Kunikida look at the man seriously—the face so pale that one couldn't help but feel pity and the pair of red pupils inlaid on it.

The acme of disharmony makes it unforgettable for the viewer.

So, the gold-rimmed glasses came to mind.

Isn't this person the victim of the bombing with Ranpo?

Even so, being able to comment on that famous detective with such a familiar tone...

What is the relationship between these two people?

"What's wrong, is there something on my face?"

The man stroked his cheek, a layer of doubt crept up in his eyes.

Kunikida realized that he had lost his composure, and he lifted up the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose that hadn't slipped down.

"No, sorry, I was rude."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't have the resentment he imagined, but rather enjoyed himself.

In the final analysis, this is also due to the work permit that Onimai Tsuji gave him in advance, allowing him to work unimpeded.

Pooh.

He wandered to the gate of the TV station, and was attracted by a noise.

Guard: "Get out, get out, this is not a place for fans!"

Men: "What, we're just waiting for Tori here!"

A detective walked over with his hands behind his back. When the guard saw him, he bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Ranpo," he said.

"What happened?"

In fact, even without asking, he can guess the ins and outs of things.

He cast his eyes on the three sullen men in front of him.

"Are you fans of Tori?"

The three of them nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, are you the same?"

"...You just said you were just waiting here, don't you want to go in and have a look? Tori is in the recording studio!"

He pretended to be seductive.

"Mr. Ranpo!"

There was a shout from the policeman behind him, as if he wanted to stop him, but because of his sympathy, he could only call out his name eagerly.

Unexpectedly, the three of them looked at each other, remained silent for a few seconds, and shook their heads firmly.

"No need." The lanky man in the middle said, "We don't like Tori because of her face."

In an instant, a detective knew - why the songstress had received death threats.

For lovers of obscure beauty, forcibly uncovering the mystery is tantamount to torture.

He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head with great interest:

"So, do you guys think it's better for Tori to keep her face off?"

"It... depends on her own will, and it's not something we can interfere with, right?"

The three of them asked in unison.

The famous detective smiled and said "huh".

Although these men have chased here "thousands of miles", they don't seem to be suspects of fanatical behavior.

"In such a short time, have you already made new friends, Luanbu?"

Edogawa Ranpo's back stiffened, and even if he didn't look at it, he could perfectly reproduce the man's half-smile expression.

He turned around slowly while the police officer called out Tsukihiko's name.

"Aren't you supposed to have your hands full on the set?"

The man stood on the upper step, looking down at him condescendingly, complaining in his words.

"The singer is practicing singing, and there is nothing wrong for now. Besides, Edogawa Ranpo is our TV station's lifesaver, so we can't let you get lost."

"Lost, how can such a big person get lost?"

The whispers of the fans poured into Ranbu's ears, he raised his jaw and turned a deaf ear, but quietly clenched his hands in his pockets into fists.

Damn Ghost Mai Tsuji no misery!

The man in the white suit raised an eyebrow at him.

"Let's go," he said.

"What are you doing?"

"Now there is one thing only you can do, detective."

Wu Mi called Ranbu "a famous detective" in a leisurely and joking tone. This three-syllable word allowed him to clearly witness the moment when the tip of the man's tongue lightly touched the palate and then flicked away.

"!"

His body became inexplicably hot.

An ambiguous atmosphere spread in the air until...

"Hey, why are you blushing?"

The bluffing fans dragged the chaotic step back to reality, he hastily stepped up two steps, passed Yue Yan, and strode forward with meteoric strides.

It's just that the back looks a little suspicious of running away, that's all.

Wu Mi: "Oh."

Where the two arrived was the brand new archives.

Luanbu stood at the door, sporadic memories of the bombing came to his mind, and he resisted a little.

"What did you bring me here for?"

"Of course, when we filed, we found that important documents were missing. No one is qualified to help but you."

Wu Mi twisted the doorknob and invited him in.

Even though it was an obvious compliment, Ranpo still accepted it, and he took a step forward.

pat—

The lights went out at the same moment as the door was closed.

Immediately there was a crisp click, and he stepped back alertly, knowing that—

No misfortune fell into the lock.

Dark, infinitely stimulating people's hearing.

Slightly, one after another, the breathing was inexplicably colored with desire.

"What do you want?" Chaos asked.

What answered him was the sound of the man's approaching footsteps.

tap tap —

Stepping on the concrete floor again and again, also stepped on Edogawa Ranpo's heart.

The surrounding air became thinner, and it soon became unsustainable.

The detective backed up step by step until his back touched the gently shaking bookshelf, he stepped on something under his feet, and staggered.

"Watch out."

Wu Mi said, but the voice was not in a hurry, as if there was some indifference that had nothing to do with him, a fascinating indifference.

He took the opportunity to grab Ranbu's wrist.

"Why are you running? I won't do anything to you." He paused subtly, "It's better to say, you want to do something to me?"

"...I don't understand what you're talking about."

Luanbu struggled resistingly.Unexpectedly, the cool temperature on the skin was lost, just like watching a clear spring dry up in midsummer.

There is no room for redemption or addiction.

Feeling lost, he could only hold his fingers tightly.

"Ha ha."

The man's hoarse laughter flashed in his ears, just at the very second when Luanbu felt lonely, it was not bad at all.

He said: "Name, detective, detective."

Three syllables, two taps, elegant and seductive.

Luanbu's body tensed suddenly, because Wuyou's thin lips brushed against his ears.

"You want to hear me call you that, don't you?"

Obnoxious, determined tone.

Ranbu became angry from embarrassment, and turned his head to follow the voice.

"Congratulations, wrong guess..."

What sealed the unfinished words was the kiss that arrived as expected.Such as the dense raindrops beating on the windows, such as chasing each other's racing cars on the elevated road.

The first confrontation ended with the man withdrawing without warning.

Unfinished, Luanbu bit his lip and couldn't help stepping out a foot.

He reached forward with his hands, cautiously like a toddler.

A seasoned hunter lurks in the dark, luring the prey into the trap step by step, waiting for the opportunity to move.

suddenly!

Ranbu's fingers touched a piece of the most familiar fabric, the corners of his lips curled into a triumphant arc, and he pulled it violently.

"Humph."

A conniving laugh.

Luanbu raised his head, wanting to continue the kiss just now.The man didn't cooperate, he just raised his chin coldly.

Keeping your head held high for a long time can also get tiring.

Not only exhausted, but out of breath.

So the detective raised his finger and attacked the man's slender neck in the black envelope.

He was groping, lingering, dismissing the muffled laughter in his ears.

until……

He determined the location and bit it hard!

"hiss-"

The man gasped, and there was an inexplicable joy hidden in his painful exhalation.

"You deserve it." Edogawa said angrily.

"Yeah." Wu Mi echoed in a low voice, "What if someone sees you?"

"Who cares about you."

Edogawa turned around and left in disorder.

After staying in a dark environment for a long time, he can also roughly avoid obstacles on the road.

He waded through mountains and rivers to the door, but before he raised his hand, the doorknob turned automatically.

An ominous premonition filled his chest, he held his breath, and heard a woman across the door say doubtfully:

"Strange, why is the door locked?"

His heart rose to his throat, and his hands hugged his waist silently.

Wu Mi's head rested on his shoulders, and the iconic plum red vertical pupils burst into a breathtaking light in the "dark night".

The man calmly asked:

"what should we do?"

"……leave me alone."

"Ah."

Accompanied by the duplicity of the man's answer, Luanbu's neck began to tingle numbly, sometimes mixed with some fleeting pain.

"!"

Something clamored to overflow from Luanbu's throat, I don't know if it was a curse at Wu Mi, or a humiliating moan.

The detective's nails firmly clasped the back of Wu Mi's hand, sinking deep into his flesh.

On the other side of the door, the woman passed the intercom:

"Hello, is this the guard's room? Please get a spare key from the file room. I don't know who locked the door by mistake."

……

The author has something to say: at the beginning of the next chapter, it’s time to test my IQ again, orz