rambunctious lover

The author has something to say: This chapter sets up Mingnv's abilities privately.

Well, I'm rolling back.

"Ah, Wu Mi. I seem to like someone else."

These words, like the first thunder in spring, exploded in the man's ears.

"What did you say? Who do you like?"

Wu Mi subconsciously grabbed Ranbu's wrist, which was obviously strong enough to make the other party scream, but the detective just frowned forbearance.

He raised his head slowly.

"You know. Nobody can't love her."

"she……"

Thanks to the different pronunciations of "she" and "he" in Japanese, it was easy for Wu to lock the target.

The anger surging in his chest was miraculously calmed down, he let go with a sneer, and even calmly straightened his collar.

"Impossible." He said firmly, "Anyone can fall in love with her, only you can't."

"Oh? Why is that?"

Ranbu asked casually, while kneading the red marks on his wrists.

His clear, emerald eyes stared at Wu Mian without blinking, trying to make all the conspiracies invisible.

The ghost king bent down as he wished, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"You're telling me, do you think I'll be fooled?"

As soon as these words came out, Luan Bu's face suddenly turned gray.

The famous detective who has been invincible all the year round is also cornered.

He pursed his lips angrily, lowered his head and let the broken hair on his forehead hide his frustration.

After a while, he stood up unexpectedly.

Trapped between the seat and Wuyou, Luanbu's foothold is almost negligible.

Half of his foot got stuck on the leg of the chair, and he staggered forward as soon as he moved.

He closed his eyes nervously, but the expected pain did not come for a long time, and was replaced by a cold embrace with the fragrance of shower gel.

"You're so impatient, tsk."

What echoed in my ears was not soft words and gentleness, but sarcasm, undisguised sarcasm.

Edogawa buried his head in Wuyou's arms in a random way, clutching his suit tightly with his fingers, trembling all over for a moment.

Wu Mi: "?"

The Ghost King's back stiffened.

He didn't know what kind of medicine this guy sold in the gourd, but the ominous premonition suddenly shrouded like a thick fog in the forest.

Finally, the famous detective showed mercy and revealed the answer.

"What an idiot." He paused every word in the usual intimate tone between lovers: "Could it be that only words can be regarded as ironclad evidence? You know, nothing can hide from Edogawa Ranpo's eyes."

He slowly smoothed out the crumpled, flawless suit.

Then he raised his head and smiled brightly under the murderous eyes of the other party, and unexpectedly kissed the corner of Wu Mi's lips.

"However, even a fool is a cute fool."

Wu Mi's chest heaved violently under the influence of these words, and he stared at Ranbu firmly, completely speechless, speechless.

He was so angry that he just wanted to...

The iconic plum red eyes are gradually stained with desire, and the narrow vertical pupils are distorted like earthworms.

His shot was lightning fast, but before he could grab onto Ranbu's slender wrist, the opponent bent down, like a dexterous monkey escaping from under his arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, according to the prediction, I will die from pain in this situation. It's better... another day."

"..."

Luanbu ran into his room as fast as he could, and Gada locked it.

Of course he knows that locks are useless to the majestic ghost king.

But this at least explains his own attitude.

Well, poor Wu Mi.

No matter how thick the door is, it can't stop his gloomy, murderous gaze.

But... who would be afraid?

Anyway, Edogawa Ranpo was not afraid at all.

He spread his arms and slammed onto his soft bed, sinking his whole body into it.

He buried his head in the pillow, took a deep breath, and unconsciously became sleepy.

……

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by crows crowing on the electric poles outside.

The sky was a bright moon that was not polluted by dust. He stared fixedly, and suddenly sighed.

The night in midsummer was too damn hot, he slept drenched in sweat all by himself, and he was able to share the same bed with Wu Mi for so long before.

Simply unbelievable.

Ah, he's going to lose sleep.

The next day, Edogawa ran into the living room with huge dark circles under his eyes.

Oni Wu Tsuji, who was busy, took time to glance at him, and raised his lips to sneer:

"Why, are you not used to sleeping alone?"

"Go away, there are too many mosquitoes."

After the famous detective finished speaking, he suddenly realized.

Why do you sleep peacefully overnight when you sleep in a room without misery?

I'm afraid that the ghost king's cold-blooded physique makes snakes, insects, rats and ants dare not get close. Thinking about it, I'm a little envious!

Hey……

After taking two bites of Luanbu's bread, the doorbell rang as promised.

He didn't have time to wipe his hands, and ran out barefoot to open the door.

The one waiting at the door was of course the number one newcomer of Buteisha—Atsuya Nakajima.

Different from the past, a trace of uncontrollable expectation loomed between the brows of the little guy.

The detective sighed secretly when he saw this, and quickly put on his shoes.

The sound of footsteps approaching behind him, Luanbu was tying his shoelaces while checking from his waist.

As expected, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi came graciously with his unfinished breakfast.

A detective noticed that the man's eyes stayed on the reflective silver doorknob for a long time, and his face was calm before the storm.

Tsk, it's just some bread crumbs.

As for all the fuss?

A suffocating clean freak!

Luanbu thought, rubbing his hand carefully on the cloak.

Wu Mi: "...don't waste food."

Ranpo: "Yes, of course."

He snatched the remaining bread, stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, and said vaguely with his neck stuck for a long time:

"Goodbye."

"……goodbye."

pat.

The closed door couldn't block Wuyou's prying eyes, just like... last night.

Gee.

Trams in rush hour are sardine cans without gaps.

Thanks to the protection of Atsushi Nakajima with his thin body, Ranpo was able to live in a corner.

However, even if the physical distance is blocked, it still cannot stop people's buzzing discussions pouring into the ears.

The center of their topic, of course, is the screen debut of female singer Tori.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi did not know how to cover up the commotion at the recording site.

"Hey, Tori actually showed up last night, did you hear?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense! Pushing the trend first, can I not know?"

After hearing so many related remarks, even Atsushi Nakajima, who was behind Ranpo, was eager to try.

To be exact, the little guy had been brewing for a long time from the first moment he saw him this morning—it was really embarrassing for him to be able to bear it until now.

Atsushi Nakajima: "Then, that Ranpo-senpai, Miss Tori yesterday...?"

Luanbu raised his eyebrows: "I thought you weren't interested in fashion?"

Deep down, the famous detective denies his false claims.

Anyone would fall in love with Tori as a "person" because of her singing, except him.

Atsushi Nakajima: "I... I'm just a little curious."

Edogawa ranpo pretended to shake his head, and his tone was old-fashioned:

"Ah Dun, as the saying goes, curiosity is the first step to fall, and you are in danger now. Did you watch the show yesterday?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "Hmm... just glanced at it when I was changing the channel."

Ranbu: "Yeah."

He pondered for a brief moment how Tori's influence spread.

To be on the safe side, he needs more reference data.

"About Tori, I suggest you ask Kunikida. After all, due to some reasons that I am not comfortable to disclose, Tori's bodyguard is now replaced by him."

Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Huh?"

As a result, the smell of sweat mixed with all kinds of expensive and cheap perfumes was sucked into the nasal cavity by the little guy.

After a while, his face showed the pain of being unable to breathe.

What a crime.

Luanbu thought it had nothing to do with himself, and by the way tried his best to hold his breath.

Oh, by the way, his so-called ideal reference object is just...

"It was 09:30 when we arrived at the detective agency.

Not too much and not bad.

Thank you Ghost Dance Tsuji for waking up every day, and thank Atsushi Nakajima for his tireless pick-up service.

He, Edogawa Ranpo is actually used to going to work on time.

Really speechless.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the detective agency, the eyes of the famous detective quickly locked on Kunikida.

Colleagues are lowering their heads, writing vigorously as usual.

Luanbu walked over as if nothing had happened, and knocked on the other party's desk with his fingers.

"Good morning."

"..."

no response.

"...Dear Kunikida-san?"

"..."

no response.

Very well, he must not be deaf.

At this moment, Naomi passed by the two of them, her gaze stayed on Kunikida's ear for a few seconds, as if pointing.

Random steps.

In fact, he already knew the reason why Kunikida didn't answer.

It's just that I want to see with my own eyes how addicted my colleagues are, that's all.

He smiled, pulled off Kunikida's earphones hidden in his broken hair across the table, and repeated the trick:

"Good morning, Kunikida."

The famous detective looked at the other party without any trace, so he could clearly see the flash of loneliness on the other party's face.

Gee.

This female ghost named Tori has an attractiveness that cannot be underestimated.

What would happen if it was left unchecked?

Could it be that he is the only sane human being left in the world, and a group of countless ogre ghosts?

Terrible, really terrible.

"Ah, good morning Mr. Ranpo."

What interrupted his imagining was Kunikida's belated greeting.

Luanbu adjusted his expression and smiled:

"Are you listening to Tori?"

"Yes... I think it would be better to know the object of protection."

What a clumsy lie.

It was so clumsy that Edogawa Ranpo couldn't bear to expose it.

In his heart, the conjectures about this innocent conspiracy are slowly taking shape like clay in the process of spinning.

The last crucial link fell on another colleague of the famous detective.

Tapping.

Hearing the sound, Luanbu turned his head, Osamu Dazai walked over in a camel-colored windbreaker.

There was still an unexplainable smile on his pale, slightly sickly face.

"What made the brains of our detective agency so happy? Let me guess, you... have found a new way to die?"

Osamu Dazai pretended to be mysterious and shook his finger, and asked:

"Mr. Ranpo, have you read the news just updated?"

"Sorry, I don't like watching the news."

Osamu Dazai nodded in understanding, and picked up the remote control panel that someone had thrown on the sofa to turn on the TV.

[Next, a quick news will be broadcast: 10 minutes ago, people jumped rails in two subway stations in the city.Fortunately, the passing people responded in a timely manner and no casualties were caused.At present, the reason for the derailment of the parties has not yet been ascertained...]

Before the anchor could finish speaking, Naomi's exclamation overwhelmed her.

"My God! Could it be that they agreed to commit suicide?"

Osamu Dazai turned off the TV with a snap, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and grinned lightly.

"What do you think of the news, Mr. Ranpo?"

"I know what you're thinking, 'It's not safe to lie on the rails and get stopped! But it will save me one more failed attempt.' Am I right, Dazai?"

"As expected of a detective agency."

Osamu Dazai did not hesitate to praise.

The detective raised his neck, accepted it arrogantly, cleared his throat in a flash, and said unexpectedly:

"But Dazai, your worries are unnecessary. Under normal circumstances, as long as you calculate the arrival time of the subway before jumping off the track, it is impossible for others to have such a quick reaction to pull you up. Unless..."

He licked his lips, hesitated to speak.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head cooperatively, and asked with great interest:

"unless……?"

At a critical moment, Yosano Akiko entered through the door with a hatchet on his shoulder, followed by a man in a black robe with an expressionless face.

"Osamu Dazai, there is a stray dog ​​here. For the safety of our detective agency, please sign for it."

Dazai raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Akutagawa? What are you doing here?"

Under the gaze of the Butei crowd, Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked past Atsushi Nakajima who was grinning, Kunikida Doppo who was immersed in Tori's singing, and Miss Tanizaki Naomi who didn't mind watching the excitement.

Even... passed the former Hong Kong gangster cadre Osamu Dazai who was thinking of him.

The wild dog stopped steadily beside Edogawa Ranpo who was half a head shorter than him.

A detective raised his hand affectionately, brushing the dust off his shoulders for him.

"Thank you, Akutagawa-kun."

he said with a smile.

When other people present were curious about the relationship between the two, Osamu Dazai was the first to wake up.

"So, Mr. Ranpo. You just wanted to say that generally speaking, lying on the rails will not be stopped. Unless, you have already arranged for someone to follow you?"

Edogawa grinned wildly, his white teeth shining brightly in the sunlight.

"tell him.

Then the problem comes again.

No matter how fast Akutagawa is, it is impossible to prevent two people in different places from committing suicide at the same time.

and so……

"Jingle Bell-"

Luanbu's mobile phone rang exactly, and he pressed the call button and put it to his ear.

"Hi, hello. I'm Ranpo Edogawa."