rambunctious lover

Summer night, heavy rain.

Angry winds beat against the windows, and the fragile glass whimpered, ready to shatter.

suddenly-

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the room like daylight.

Oni Wu Tsuji stood with his hands behind his back, his slightly restrained red eyes bursting with interest.

Wherever he looked, of course was Edogawa Ranpo on the bed.

"You've done a good job, tired, step back."

When he said this, he didn't glance to the side at all, the ghost king was full of style.

The spider was tired but still flattered. In his long and vague memory, Master Wu Mi was rarely satisfied with them, let alone praised them.

Tired and drooping his head, thinking about an appropriate answer, he still hasn't figured out why...

"Why, didn't you hear me?"

The familiar coercion descended on his head, weighing as heavy as a thousand catties, making him unable to breathe.

His tired legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with a bang.

"what-"

The screams immediately resounded throughout the room.

After looking around, he found that the indestructible spider silk was embedded in Luanbu's flesh, almost strangling his wrist, and the other end of the silk thread was tightly wrapped around his fingertips.

Tired and sorry, he didn't mean it, it must be the chain reaction of the violent action just now.

Tired didn't feel sorry, he did it on purpose, he quietly suppressed the smile on his lips.

"Your subordinate will leave." He hastily said in a weak mosquito voice, and disappeared in an instant.

"Humph."

Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan dismissed cowards.

His eyes returned to Edogawa Ranpo's body, he smiled and approached slowly.

tap tap —

"Even if you become a ghost, you are still so afraid of pain." He teased casually.

"No." Luanbu raised his head abruptly, looking at Wu Mi's gaze as a sharp arrow that left the string, he smiled weakly: "I yelled just to satisfy your special hobby."

Uncompromising, he climbed onto the bed tied with Ranbu.

"Did you feel tired just now on purpose?"

Wu Can leaned closer to Luanbu's pale cheeks, observing the fine cold sweat covering his forehead.

What a stubborn fellow, he thought.

"Because he resents me? No, no, sir, as long as he has a normal IQ, he will know who the real object of resentment is."

Nodding his head in agreement.

Indeed, if he hadn't advocated the promotion of Luanbu to become the top team, this position would probably belong to Spider Tired.

But even if tired to sort out the whole story, so what?

Most importantly, he didn't have the guts.

Wu Mi stroked Luanbu's wet neck, and felt the detective's Adam's apple rolling almost invisibly.

He smiled harmlessly: "Are you afraid, Xiao Luanbu?"

Without waiting for Luanbu to refute, Wu Mi said self-consciously: "Look, even a mere junior soldier can easily subdue you, are you...will you be willing?"

Luanbu hooked his lips and smiled, seemingly sincerely and mockingly: "Then, Master Wu Mi, please teach me how to do it?"

[eat human.Eat as many people as possible. ]

The answer to this question is obvious.

But when the words came to his lips, when Wuyan met Luanbu's clear lake green eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

His throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he couldn't speak.

Can you imagine that the proud swan will one day degenerate like a rat in the gutter, eating garbage in a hurry?

There is nothing tragic about Ghost Dance Tsuji.

He glanced away, and let out a cold snort:

"Forget it, let's get to know your colleague first, Ranbu-kun."

Wu Mi took out a stack of portraits prepared in advance and placed them in front of the famous detective.

Seeing this, Luanbu smiled contemptuously:

"Just for the sake of recognition, Master Wu Mi tied me up? Isn't that too much of a fuss? By the way, Tong Mo's drawing skills are really bad."

"Yeah." Wu Mi nodded, with an indifferent expression: "Of course you can't be hard to recognize people, but considering the work of the detective agency, bloodshed and injuries are commonplace..."

He put his fingers against his throat and smiled provocatively at the detective.

Luanbu's eyes widened: "Could it be that you want to..."

zla —

In the blink of an eye, the blue nails turned into sharp blades, and the strong smell of blood permeated the entire space in an instant.

Luanbu's breathing was visibly rapid to the naked eye, and he began to struggle, even if the tough spider silk was embedded in his flesh.

"Are you crazy? Ghost dance Tsuji no misanthropy."

Wuyou hooked his lips triumphantly, the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with love, his complexion sank:

"Okay, let's start, tell me all the information about the man in my hand."

Luanbu swallowed viciously, and barely recognized the person in the portrait through his blood-red vision.

"Osamu Dazai, the ability [disqualification in the world], if he touches any part of the body, the ability will immediately become invalid. My hobby is..."

Salty sweat flowed into Luanbu's eyes, which were extremely sore. In order to suppress his desire for blood, he had to bite the tip of his tongue.

"The hobby is...suicide."

The taste of rust wafted through Luanbu's mouth, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

For a long time, until the first break of the showers, the clouds will see the moon.

Edogawa Ranpo finally finished the information of the last person while panting - Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the detective agency.

"You...you should let me go?"

"Ah."

Oni Wu Tsuji threw away the card in his hand, fixed his burning eyes on Ranbu, leaned over to hug him, and held his Adam's apple in his mouth.

"what are you doing!"

The little detective froze. He was already bound by spider silk, but now he looked more like an obedient puppet.

How lovable.

"You're doing pretty well."

Wuyou's cold lips left a delicate kiss along Luanbu's neck, as if to make up for the fact that he had strangled his life so hard, his movements were extraordinarily gentle.

click-

He held Ranbu's wrist, interlocked his fingers, and with a wave of his hand, the legendary unbreakable spider silk disappeared into nothingness.

The ghost king cut through the delicate skin on his neck again, and the wonderful smell of blood raged in Luanbu's nostrils.

pat—

Winding Wu's slender nerves snapped at the sound.He was like a hungry beast pounced on the majestic ghost king.

Oni Wu Tsuji stretched out his arms to hug his subordinate, and hit his back heavily on the not-so-soft bed.

"Couldn't you be a little softer?" he complained half-truly, frowning.

But how can Luanbu have the leisure to care so much?

Soon, there was a sharp pain in Wu Mi's chest. It was not so much the love bestowed by the detective, but a blatant revenge.

The ghost king patted the back of Luanbu's head to calm his turbulent emotions, while looking up at the dusty ceiling.

"Um-"

A low moan overflowed from the cracks of his lightly parted lips, seemingly helpless or joyful.

It seems that in a certain situation, he is not a sadist, "he" is.

Two days later, the sky is overcast

It has been nearly a week since Ranpo Edogawa "disappeared", and the sky over the detective agency was covered with dark clouds.

Although it is common for members to arrive late and leave early, there is also a precedent for Osamu Dazai to visit Hong Kong gangsters without saying a word.

But Mr. Ranpo is different after all—he is the pillar of the detective agency and the meaning of this office.

"Hey-"

Atsushi Nakajima hangs his head like a reprimanded cat.

"I went to Mr. Ranpo's apartment again today, but there was still no one there."

Not only the senior himself, but also Yue Yan who lived with him also disappeared.

His expression froze, the true identity of that refined man was still vivid in his memory.

Is it...

Atsushi Nakajima's ten fingers were tightly intertwined, and the crisp sound of the bones could even be heard.

He bit his lower lip, wondering—should he tell everyone about this?

But Mr. Ranpo repeatedly told him not to disclose relevant information to anyone.

No, the seniors have been missing for so long!

Atsushi Nakajima took a deep breath, raised his head vigorously...

"Ah, A-Dun, you dropped your things."

Osamu Dazai bent down and picked up the letter as he passed Atsushi Nakajima's seat.

He stared at the khaki envelope in his hand and looked back and forth twice, raised his eyebrows with interest, and read aloud:

"To Mr. Butei Edogawa Ranpo."

Osamu Dazai looked at Nakajima:

"Arton, where did this letter come from?"

Needless to say, even Atsushi Nakajima himself looked confused.

The little guy blinked his eyes, racking his brains to recall.

finally-

The fist of his right hand slammed into the palm of his left hand, and suddenly realized:

"Ah, I think I got this out of the letter box this morning."

In fact, before that, he would carefully check the mailbox in front of the dormitory every day, even though all he received were messy advertisements.

Presumably, this letter was mixed in the colorful advertising paper, so he didn't notice it in the first place.

"I'm sorry, I should have..."

pat—

Kunikida Doppo broke the pen in his hand, and ran to the two at a speed of 800 meters.

"Is there any whereabouts of Mr. Ranpo?"

Osamu Dazai looked at him silently, the pity in his eyes was like a dolphin in the water, appearing and disappearing quickly.

His intuition told him that his colleague had something to do with the disappearance of Mr. Ranpo.

If not, why would Kunikida Doppo lose weight visibly to the naked eye?And he remembered very clearly that the day after this guy was sent back to the detective agency in a coma, Mr. Ranpo disappeared.

Soon, Naomi, Junichiro, everyone gathered together.

"Ahem." Osamu Dazai cleared his throat as if nothing had happened.

"Everyone, Arden received a strange letter addressed to Mr. Ranpo."

Before he finished speaking, he made a gesture to tear it down.

"Wait!" The one who interrupted him was Atsuya Nakajima, a well-known upright boy in the club.

A Dun pursed his lips, showing embarrassment:

"Mr. Dazai, but... it says that this letter is addressed to Mr. Ranpo. It doesn't seem very good to open other people's things privately, right?"

His shoulders trembled, and the ill-fitting black overalls immediately became baggy.

"Oh, that's exactly what Dun-kun said. After all, this is something that was directed to Mr. Ranpo. But..." He changed the subject: "Anyway, it's too strange to send it to the dormitory of our detective agency. Is it possible? Mr. Ranpo deliberately provided the wrong address in order for us to rescue him?"

"what--"

Tanizaki Naomi gasped.

"Mr. Dazai, do you mean...?"

Naomi hesitated to speak, and had already imagined several situations in which Ranbu was in distress.

Osamu Dazai had no interface, and the sharp eyes of the former Hong Kong and black cadres wandered around the crowd, and finally locked on the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Kunikida, you are the candidate with the strongest sense of morality in our company. What do you think?"

Osamu Dazai saw the trembling lips of his companion, and he smiled.

In any case, Kunikida Doppo's answer is obvious.

"... Let's take it apart."

The hesitation on Kunikida's face was still faintly visible.

And Osamu Dazai has been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

prickly—

He quickly tossed the envelope aside before unfolding the letter.

Sudden-

"What are you doing?"

A long-lost voice sounded behind everyone.

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