Lost Lord Ranbu

On the car heading to the port, the copper-haired assistant sat upright, with his hands on his knees, staring at the road ahead.The port mafia think tank next to him held up a pair of black-rimmed glasses and turned them over and over against the light source, never putting them down along the way.

No matter how you look at them, they are just a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses, without any special features. The style is so old-fashioned that it seems to be a product of the last century, and now the roadside grocery stores sell the kind of cheap leftovers.

"Ranpo, are you short-sighted?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"No." Luanbu closed the temples and opened them again. With a candy in his mouth, he was a little slurred when speaking, and one side of his cheek was puffed up. "This is a local specialty brought back from the last business trip." , Dazai took it away and modified it, it can be regarded as a useful 'detective tool'."

"Is that so?" Oda Sakunosuke didn't ask much.

Luanbu put on the glasses, and asked enthusiastically, "Are they suitable?"

"Oh, it's okay." Oda Sakunosuke replied, "Is it plain glasses? If you don't have short-sightedness, you should try to wear glasses as little as possible. It is said that they are not good for your eyes, and maybe they will crush the bridge of your nose—"

Before he finished speaking, Ranpo took off his glasses at the speed of light, and muttered bad things about Oda Sakunosuke: "Oda Saku really seems to be abusive.

"Even so..."

"Ah, here it is."

The car stopped slowly.

Ranbu glanced at the situation outside the window, threw the glasses to Oda Sakunosuke casually, and said "I will leave the important props to Oda Sakunosuke" before pushing the door open and getting out of the car.

The black car of the port mafia attracted the attention of others when it just passed the intersection. Before the car stopped, many police officers surrounded it, but due to fear, no one stepped forward to negotiate.

At present, the power of the port mafia is in full swing, and its armaments are not inferior to the government. As long as the big shots above have not decided to tear their faces away from the mafia, they can only bear with it—even if one of them dies. policeman.

The person in charge of this case is a criminal policeman named Minoura, and the woman killed this time is his subordinate.As a policeman, Minura didn't have a good impression of the mafia, and now that his subordinates were killed, he hated it even more.Due to the situation, he had to hold back his temper and stared at the black car covetously, his face was so black that ink dripped out.

"Jipu police department, the port mafia is here." The little police officer beside him reminded tremblingly.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what else they have to say!" Jiura opened the cordon and strode out, not forgetting to greet the little policeman, "Sugimoto, follow!"

"Yes!" Sugimoto hurriedly followed.

A few meters away from the black car, the door opened.

A black-haired young man got off the back seat of the black car. He was not tall, about [-] years old, and his dark clothes showed his identity as a mafia. His temperament was not as fierce as imagined.He squinted his eyes, his eyelashes were so long that they covered the green color, and he had an inexplicable smile on his face. After getting out of the car, he looked around casually. It didn't look like he was here to be questioned, but more like an upper-level leader came down to inspect.

Following him out of the car was a tall man with copper-colored hair, a black lining and a sand-colored long windbreaker, and an unshaven beard on his chin. He had a blank expression on his face. Can't tell the depth.

Jipu glanced critically, then went up to meet him and asked, "Are you the people sent by the port mafia?"

The implication is that only two people came to the port mafia this time, and they looked like small characters who played tricks. Obviously, they didn't take this criminal case seriously. The Party no longer wants to cover up its murderous acts.

The younger black-haired youth didn't speak, and another tall man spoke first: "Yes, we are here to assist in the investigation of this incident."

"It's already so obvious, is there still a need for investigation?" Jipu was not polite at all, and sarcastically said, "What kind of assistance are you talking about, if you come here to watch the excitement, go back quickly!"

Oda Sakunosuke could not help but fell silent after hearing the aggressiveness in his words.

He doesn't know how to speak, and he doesn't know how to refute in an orderly manner. He can only listen to other people's complaints every time, so he is often pulled by the old woman on the side of the road to chat for two hours, which leads to being late for work-in short, Oda Sakunosuke is honest It doesn't look like a mafia at all, as if anyone who comes here can be bullied for a while.

This attitude of non-refutation made Jipu look even angrier. He seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, the black-haired young man who didn't seem to want to care about this matter at all interrupted.

"Yes!" He emphasized his tone, "It's already so obvious, there is no need to investigate at all!"

"Oh, are you finally no longer pretending to be innocent?" Jipu sneered.

The little police officer named Sugimoto next to him moved a little uneasily, apparently very uncomfortable with the current awkward and tense atmosphere.

"I said uncle, did you make a mistake? Just relying on three bullets to say that it was done by the port mafia, then I can also say that anyone with a gun may be a suspect. Is this proposition correct?" The black-haired young man raised his hand and pointed casually at Sugimoto, "I said he is the murderer, can you arrest him?"

Police officer Sugimoto subconsciously touched the gun bag at his waist and took a small step back, retorting reluctantly: "Please don't talk nonsense, this is our police officer's gun!"

Naturally, Jipu would not believe the nonsense of the mafia. He just came to the scene for 1 minute, and without even seeing the dead body, he casually identified the police officers at the scene as the murderer. How can people believe this?

He lowered his face and scolded: "You are sophistry!"

The black-haired young man sighed: "If all the Metropolitan Police Departments in Japan are at your level, it's no wonder that sometimes those important government officials turn to me for help."

"What did you say?!" The indignant words blurted out, and then a vague thought flashed through Jipu's mind. He seemed to have some impression of this young man——

At this moment, the subordinate hurried over to report: "Police department! Another person was caught from the sea!"

"A body again?"

"No..." The subordinate's expression was very reluctant, "You can take a look."

Everyone gathered around, only to see a person hanging upside down from a fishing net.He had just been picked up from the sea, and he was wearing a well-made black suit dripping with water, his originally fluffy black hair was sticking to his face in a mess, and the bandages were twisted and wrapped around him, looking in a mess.

Oda Sakunosuke looked up for a while, then asked, "Dazai, what are you doing here?"

"Go into the water and commit suicide."

"Looks like it didn't work out again."

"Yes, it's unlucky to be caught by meddling people." Osamu Dazai, who appeared here out of nowhere, gave the police officer in charge of the salvage a sideways glance.

Jipu had an impression of this man's face. After all, he was one of the five major cadres of the port mafia. He was also in charge of liaising with government departments and often showed up.

Osamu Dazai suddenly appeared in this place, and at such a sensitive time... Could it be that he came to demonstrate and intimidate?

Jipu couldn't help but feel as if he was facing a big enemy.

But the other party didn't even look at him.

After being rescued, Dazai took out a crumpled literature book from his arms with a distressed expression and shook it, then picked up the corner of his clothes and tried to wring out the seawater carried on the clothes, but such an approach was obviously futile. It will only speed up the suit and make it more like pickled pickles.

He gave up his useless work, and turned to Oda Sakunosuke and asked curiously: "What happened? Even Mr. Ranpo was sent to the scene. By the way, is the guard this time Oda Saku? Take good care of Mr. Ranpo."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded dumbly. This was originally his duty. He didn't need other guidance in solving the incident, but his personal safety and daily life had to be guaranteed by him.

"Is this event troublesome?"

"The murderer has been found." Ranpo said, "It only takes one minute for Master Ranpo to solve such a simple matter!"

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo." Dazai praised with a smile.

"What are you trying to do?" Jipu, who was completely ignored by the three port mafia, asked, and he immediately targeted the one who seemed to be the most respected among the three, "A cadre of the port mafia — Osamu Dazai?"

"Ah, do you only say hello to me? I'm really flattered."

The black-haired man who was smiling with his companion just now turned his head to look at him, the warmth in his eyes was suppressed, and his eyes gradually darkened. There was still a frivolous smile on his face, but it was like a mask pasted on him. It's frightening to watch.

Minura frowned, not understanding what he meant.

Osamu Dazai bowed slightly, like ordinary people in society introducing colleagues to each other, pulled Ranpo and said to Minura: "This is Mr. Edogawa Ranpo, although we are equal, but no matter how you say it is my senior, this time He is responsible for the incident, don't worry about me."

This unknown young man turned out to be a cadre? !

and many more……

Edogawa Ranpo? !

Minura finally remembered where he had heard of this person.

The mafia who can tear off the mask at a glance and see through the truth of things, even the government asks for help--Ranpo Edogawa.

He settled down, thinking of the tragic death of his subordinates, he still said forcefully: "Anyway, your port mafia must give me an explanation for this incident."

"I've said it all, the incident has been resolved." Luanbu raised his finger and said to the little police officer, "The murderer is him, I need to say it again."

"Are you kidding me!" Minura subconsciously retorted, but since the other party was Edogawa Ranpo, he didn't have the confidence to say this.

"If you don't believe me, go and check the bullets in his gun. It should be three rounds missing. It's quite difficult for a police officer in this city to replenish ammunition through the black market." Luanbu said, "If he didn't kill him , Then you won’t be afraid of an inspection. The police should report when they shoot, and it’s okay to miss a bullet, right?”

Ranpo's words are very firm, now regardless of whether Sugimoto has a motive for the murder, he has to hand over the gun to cooperate with the inspection to clear the suspicion.

"Sugimoto?"

"No, I..." The little police officer subconsciously resisted and protected his gun.

Minura had a bad premonition, and he urged again: "Sugimoto, let me check the gun."

Sugimoto opened the buckle of the holster, his fingers trembled slightly, and his pupils shrank slightly due to nervousness. Just looking at his pale face, he felt that this person had a ghost in his heart.

Oda Sakunosuke's expression changed.

He originally planned to draw the gun from his arms, but just as he raised his arm, Dazai behind him bumped into him suddenly, as if he bumped into him by accident, within a second before and after, but that "disqualification in the world" that repels all supernatural abilities Still worked.

Oda Sakunosuke's supernatural ability is "seamless", which can predict what will happen in the next five seconds, and is often used to prevent sudden attacks such as gunshots and explosions.The prophetic ability seems to be invincible, but in fact it is only an auxiliary ability. It often requires him to make an instant judgment to avoid danger, and sometimes life and death can be decided in milliseconds.

--late!

Oda Sakunosuke, who lost his supernatural power for a short time, had no time to think, and even saved the time to raise his gun.

He moved extremely quickly and threw himself back and forth.

While making this choice, Sugimoto, who stood on the opposite side, pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger in the direction of Chaos.

"Sugimoto!" Minura was startled and angry.

Of course the shot was missed.

Ranpo and Oda Sakunosuke stood close to the sea, and there was no guardrail installed at the salvage site. Oda Sakunosuke made such a pounce, and Ranpo, who was taken down by him unprepared, fell into the sea with him.

"boom!"

Second shot!

But this time it wasn't Sugimoto who shot.

Osamu Dazai maintained the posture of raising his hand and raising the gun, his fingers on the trigger, and there was still undissipated gunpowder smoke near the muzzle of the old-fashioned pistol.

It was one of Oda Sakunosuke's favorite guns. It was ancient but he took great care of it. He kept it in the holster in his bosom, and it was touched by Dazai at some point.

Sugimoto, who had shot first, fell to the ground on his back, clutching his bleeding shoulder, looking extremely painful.The gun also fell aside, and was immediately kicked out of his reach by Jipu.

"It seems that the prisoner has already recruited himself." Dazai stared at the person who fell on the ground with cold eyes, and said softly, "This time I missed the shot, and the next time it will be the head—just the one who attacked the port mafia cadre just now." Dangerous behavior is enough for us to retaliate, understand?"

Minura was speechless.

There is no need to check the bullets at all, Sugimoto's reaction has proved everything.And it was indeed Sugimoto who fired first, even if he was killed just now, it can only be regarded as someone else's legitimate defense, Dazai's actions are already considered benevolent.

Dazai put away his gun, walked towards the place where the two fell into the sea, and stood still. Occasionally, there were waves hitting the wall, but no one came up.He stared at the surface of the sea without much reaction.

The Minura detective seemed even more anxious than Osamu Dazai, who had lost his cadre, and immediately called out: "Salvage immediately! Save him!"

Dazai walked through the busy crowd expressionlessly, and a man in a black suit hurried over, respectfully handing over a mobile phone that was in communication.

"Mr. Mori." He continued after a while, "Well, that's right, Mr. Ranpo got lost again."