rambunctious lover

next day

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The winding five ghosts gathered in the Infinite City.The atmosphere of the routine meeting was strange due to the addition of uninvited guests.

Luo Ji caressed the hairpin adorned with flower spikes, lazily raised her eyelids, and looked into the corner as if she despised a bedbug.

"I said tired, did you come to the wrong place?"

Spider Ti, the only survivor of the Battle for the Last String, was neither dismissed nor promoted by Onimai Tsuji.

However, for this meeting, he was still called.

Tiri turned a deaf ear to Luo Ji's ridicule, and only concentrated on fiddling with the spider silk in his hand.

The oiran who was ignored was furious: "Hey stinky spider, you are deaf!"

Tired looked indifferent, neither humble nor overbearing said: "Lord Luo Ji, I really envy you for having a reliable elder brother."

This is to mock the falling concubine for taking the position of the prostitute Taro.

Tong Mo, who was sitting on the side and dozed off, couldn't help laughing:

"Puchi—"

Luo Ji's reddened eyes stared at him viciously, and she gritted her teeth and asked:

"why are you laughing?"

Tong Mo curled his lips, and when he turned his wrist, the golden iron fan rested on the oiran's shoulder, which seemed neither heavy nor light, but actually made the female ghost unable to move.

"Alright, alright, Your Highness Fallen Princess, don't take your anger out on your innocent companions."

Luo Ji just wanted to refute, but Shang Tong Mo's insightful eyes shut up angrily.

Her pretty face was like a withered rose, suddenly grayed out.

"I want you to mind your own business."

Seeing that the scene was stable, the dog made a surprise sound for a long time:

"I heard that Master Wuyou killed Yuhu because of that?"

Tong Mo shook the golden fan lightly, and added slowly: "Not only that, I heard that Her Highness Ming Nu was also instigated to rebel by that one."

As soon as he finished speaking, a quick "Puchi-" like a hummingbird passed by his ears.

The neck was soaked with a familiar coolness, and by the time Tong Mo realized it, that noble head had already fallen to the ground.

He stared at his standing body.

"what-"

Fallen Girl's scream nearly knocked the roof off.

"My new custom kimono!"

Tong Mo blinked innocently, and turned his gaze to Gui Wu Tsuji Muchan who had just entered the door as if avoiding it.

The one who is tightly clutching the arms of His Highness the Ghost King is of course the one and only Lord Ranpo.

He clicked his tongue and reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes.

"what happened?"

Ranbu said vaguely, his thick nasal voice made him sound cute.

Wu Mi ignored him, and stared directly at the Patriarch of Bliss with frosty eyes.

"Tong Mo." Threat was revealed in his voice: "I hope you can spend your thoughts on helping me find the 'Blue Flower of the Other Side'."

oh yes.

Those conversations just now must have fallen into Mr. Wu Mi's ears verbatim.

But why did he lose his head and not someone else?

The answer is simple, as long as the ghost king wants to make an example to others, he and Luo Ji must take turns to be sacrificed.

What a spiritually difficult brother and sister.

"I obey, Lord Wuyou." Out of a mischievous attitude, Tong Mo immediately added: "I'm sorry for disturbing Lord Ranbu's dream."

No misery: "..."

All the ghosts: "..."

Luanbu's sobriety came late, but this did not prevent him from quickly grasping the situation.

He looked around, and when he saw the viscous red liquid all over the floor, he couldn't help frowning.

"Can you stop being so bloody?"

He turned his head and glanced at him without misery:

"Will you stop drool on my suit every time I sleep?"

At a loss for words, he pulled his arm from the ghost king's arm expressionlessly.

"Humph."

Walking forward without hesitation.

"Do you need me to kneel down and plead guilty to you, Mr. Wu Mi?"

An angry question came from behind.

Guiwu Tsuji paused, and he took off his white suit in a smooth manner, and threw it on the ground, throwing it away like a shoe.

"Why don't you go back?"

His downcast eyes landed on Tong Mo's bloody head, he frowned, and asked in a bad tone.

Tong Mo blinked, pretending to be ignorant:

"I'm sorry Lord Wu Mi, I'm in the way."

Gollum.

His head rolled to the side of his body like a flexible ball, and his eyes rolled up:

"Dear Ranpo-sama, do you mind if I sit next to you?"

There was still annoyance on Edogawa Ranpo's face, and everyone could see that Wu Mi's actions just now were a provocation to him.

"casual."

Tong Mo pushed his head back to its original position, and while sitting upright, he sighed endlessly at Luanbu's defeat.

One must know that Mr. Wu Mi's triumphant smile is extraordinarily wanton!

"Tongmo!"

"Oh yes, Mr. Wu Mi. Do you have any orders?"

The Patriarch of Bliss bowed his head devoutly.

"In the past month, did you have any new information about the 'Blue Flower of the Other Side'?"

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumian was condescending, his sharp eyes patrolling the faces of all the ghosts.

I saw them bowing their heads one after another, wishing they could bury themselves in the soil.

The ghost king couldn't help being furious, useless things!

He was about to pour out coercion to frighten the ghosts, when suddenly he raised a hand from a corner.

"Ah, sorry..."

The speaker's tone was lazy, out of tune with the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

Wu Mi's frowning brows were magically relaxed, and he hooked his lips:

"Are you okay, Edogawa Ranpo?"

"Ahem," the detective cleared his throat pretentiously, "May I ask, does the 'green flower of the other shore' mentioned by Mr. Wu Can refer to the blue flower of the other shore?"

Wu Mi didn't expect Tangtang Luanbu to ask such a naive question, he restrained his dissatisfaction:

"of course."

Ranbu nodded thoughtfully, and asked again:

"So how long have you been looking for it?"

It seems that it has been a long time, and the ghosts around seem to have gotten used to the state of "nothing".

"Hundreds of years."

Wu's words were concise and to the point, but his complexion became visibly depressed.

This is also a matter of course, anyone will become angry from embarrassment.

Rather, Luanbu suddenly admired Wumi's persistence.

[Is this guy too stubborn? ]

Judgments like this crossed his mind.

"Edogawa, Ranpo!"

The cruel and unforgiving screams echoed in the empty room, and all the ghosts trembled in unison.

Obviously, the Ghost King's anger was on the verge of erupting.

Ranpo immediately understood, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was able to know the inner thoughts of the ghosts.

It's really scary, like being placed under X-ray for a long time, and the internal organs can be seen clearly.

He touched the goose bumps on his body and clicked his lips.

"My lord, what I'm about to say next may offend you."

Luanbu doesn't want to be inferior to others, but calls Wumi an "adult" in a tone of voice. He calls this behavior the emergence of emotions in his body.

I'm afraid that before he lost his memory, he was indeed entangled with Oni Wu Tsuji no Miserable.

"You said."

Ranbu originally sat cross-legged, but now he slowly patted the dust on his pants and got up.

"Everyone has not been able to find the trace of the 'Blue Flower of the Other Side' for hundreds of years. Haven't you thought about a possibility?"

call-

His ears were keen to catch the fleeting sound of inhalation.

Even Spider Tired looked away from his hands.

Luanbu was like standing under a spotlight, having the attention of all the ghosts in an instant.

He is complacent about this, and believes that he is the focus of everyone's attention no matter in the past or now.

He raised his head arrogantly, and spoke clearly:

"This possibility is 'the so-called blue flower of the other side does not exist in the world'."

No misery: "..."

All the ghosts: "..."

A deadly silence hung over the room.

In fact, there are always ghosts and random steps with the same idea.But no one dared to say it openly like him.

Does Edogawa Ranpo not want to live anymore?

Could it be that Lord Onimai Tsuji's love is really to the point where he can speak freely?

Many questions lingered in the hearts of the ghosts, and Wu Mi was the first to get angry.

I saw his arms swelled into purple, and his vigorous muscles broke through the shackles of the suit in an instant.

This amazing arm stretches infinitely with self-consciousness, bringing a gust of wind wherever it goes.

pat—

The flower spikes beside Luo Ji's ears were torn apart along with a strand of long hair, she was stunned and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Edogawa Ranpo, even you, you can't say something that makes me angry!"

While speaking, that purple arm had already strangled Ranbu's slender throat, lifted him straight up, and lifted his feet off the ground.

The lifelike sense of suffocation hits like a tide, and the famous Kung Fu detective is dizzy in just a second, and even hears the cartilage in his neck creaking.

"Ahem..." He gasped for breath like a fish deprived of oxygen, but smiled inappropriately with his pale lips:

"Cough cough...Master Wu Mi. Even if there is no... cough cough, the green other shore flower in the world, can it be... cough cough, can't we make...manufacture by ourselves?"

Luanbu's consciousness was moving away, and muddy tears flowed out of his eyes involuntarily.

The tears seemed to have burned the invincible arm of the ghost king, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

pat—

Edogawa Luanbu suddenly fell from mid-air, but fortunately, Tong Mo beside him gave him a hand.

"Thank you," said the detective hoarsely.

"You're welcome, Lord Ranpo."

"What did you say?"

Wuyou's questioning rang out against the clock.

Luanbu looked at him through the blurred field of vision, and answered word by word with his battered voice:

"I said, we can create...our own blue flower of the other side."

"What can you do?"

When it comes to crucial topics, even Ghost Mai Tsuji couldn't help leaning forward, showing anxiety.

Luanbu smiled weakly: "This detective... can't speak now."

"..."

After a while, the meeting resumed.

The sound of chaotic steps still seemed to be rubbed by sandpaper, he said intermittently:

"There are no blue roses and ornamental goldfish in the world. They are all... artificially bred. By analogy, we can find a way to dye the other shore flower blue."

Before he finished speaking, scattered memories rushed into his mind.

There is a transparent vase on the mahogany desk, which contains delicate blue roses.

In his acquaintance, it seems that someone is proficient in flower knowledge?

That person is...

Ranbu murmured to himself: "Silver white hair with medium and short hair, I like to wear a long earth green kimono..."

The famous detective was still racking his brains to recall, and Tong Mo beside him suddenly realized:

"Oh, Ranpo-sama is talking about... President Fukuzawa of Butei?"

"Fukuzawa Yukichi?"

This name really made Ranpo feel more intimate.

Oni Wu Tsuji, who was in the upper rank, pondered for a moment, and approached slowly.

He squatted in front of the famous detective, his fingers lingering on the blue-purple strangle, looked into the famous detective's eyes, and said in the most gentle tone in the world:

"So Luanpo, it seems that I have to let you go back to the detective agency."

The author has something to say: There is a private setting in this chapter.

Little Ranpo is finally going to meet his companions!Come on, hurt each other!Could it be that a certain scrap's IQ can compete with a famous detective?snort!

By the way, allow me to yell: The Lalang of Tired X Xiaoxianzhi next door is open, and interested little angels are welcome to watch ww

感谢在2020-07-1121:14:18~2020-07-1220:55:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 white ink;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!