Lost Lord Ranbu

Ranpo dreamed of the silver-haired man again.

Empty room, shattered glass, mercenaries lying on the ground, and the silver-haired warrior who just put away his attacking posture.

He was wearing a gray-green kimono with a haori on the outside, a black hakama underneath, snow-white foot bags and clogs.

Undoubtedly, this is a traditionally dressed man who is extremely majestic. Even if he cannot see his face clearly in the dream, he can still feel the oppression brought by him.

Luanbu still remembered that he had dreamed about him before, and Mr. Silver Wolf, who had a super temper, not only carried him for a long distance, but also treated him to several bowls of red bean and rice cake soup.

Judging from the action of knocking down the enemy just now, Mr. Silver Wolf has high martial arts skills and is accustomed to using a sword, but for some reason he did not wear a weapon.A swordsman who doesn't carry a sword with him to rule out injury can only be because he doesn't think he's worthy of a sword, maybe because he's ashamed of something he's done...

Even in the dream, Ranpo still made simple inferences about the characters whose faces could not be seen clearly.

Mr. Silver Wolf walked towards him.

Ranbu had a very good impression of him, he habitually raised the corners of his mouth at the silver-haired man, showing a bright smile.

Mr. Silver Wolf stopped in front of him.

then--

Mr. Silver Wolf slapped him hard.

Ranbu opened his eyes abruptly.

He sat up, touched his cheek subconsciously, and felt no pain except for a little fever after sleeping for a long time.

Luanbu didn't understand why he did this action, he just remembered that he had a dream, and after waking up, he couldn't remember clearly, it seemed that someone was yelling at him?

If it was a dream that he was scolded severely by others, he should feel angry if he is not used to being scolded by others, but...

Feeling inexplicably depressed.

"Ok?"

Ranbu finally found something, he raised his head and stared at the red-glowing black cloth on top of his head for a while.

Canopy?

No, Rashomon.

The vicious black beast covered with chaotic steps moved, and slowly retreated from above to the side like a beast returning to a cage, and finally hid all the terrifying shadows in the young man's black coat.

"Ahem..." Rashomon's master coughed weakly while covering his lips, his eyes were black and blue from not resting well, and he whispered, "Mr. Ranpo, you finally woke up."

Without Rashomon to block his view, he took a random look around.

They are clearly not in the hot spring hotel.

This is under a certain bridge hole, a cool and secluded place, a place where only homeless bums would stay.

A clean and tidy quilt was spread casually on the ground, and Rashomon set up a small tent, which he said was used to protect Luanbu's safety, but it actually looked more like a shelter from the wind and rain.

Sitting in the quilt in disorder, his hands are made into a tower shape.

Even if he wasn't vigilant, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully even if he took the quilt to another place.

After the unexpected situation occurred, Akutagawa should try to wake himself up to discuss countermeasures, but he didn't wake up, and he didn't dare to move at will, so he could only set up a camp on the spot.

Considering the time when Akutagawa used Rashomon to open the protective barrier, observing the sky, it can be judged that the transmission time was about eight hours ago...

It is already obvious why it was transferred here.

After thinking for a short while, Luanbu opened his eyes, and faint green light poured out.

"--I understand."

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo." Akutagawa coughed twice again.

Just after waking up from a drowsy sleep, he only needs to glance at the surrounding environment to understand the status quo that he couldn't comprehend even after thinking about it all night, and to know the truth of the world—this is the talent possessed by the brains of the port mafia, even Dazai Seniors who are very respected by Mr.

Akutagawa hates the weak and obeys the strong.

Specialized in martial arts, although Luanbu is inferior to others in terms of force, he is capable of crushing the world in terms of resourcefulness, so it cannot be said that he is not a strong man.As a member of the martial arts faction, Akutagawa respects this wise man very much.

The evil dog of the Port Mafia lowered his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since this is the case, Mr. Ranpo doesn't need to explain. From now on, you just need to treat me as a lowly lackey of the Port Mafia as usual, and drive him as much as you want."

He didn't immediately ask about Ranpo's next plan, but fulfilled the obligation that the port mafia knew - to protect their brains.As for what to do in the future, and where is this place, it is not something he has to worry about at all.With Mr. Ranpo here, he only needs to complete the tasks assigned by Mr. Ranpo meticulously.

I have long been used to Akutagawa's style of speaking, Ranpo didn't say much, but said to him with a smile: "You are really trustworthy, and then I will count on you, Akutagawa."

Akutagawa's mobility is very strong, but it is easy to use too much force on some things. In the final analysis, most of the reasons for his mission failure are related to Dazai.If Dazai hadn't appeared in front of him, then Akutagawa would not lose his mind, and there would be no problem in assigning him some work.

Luanbu yawned, lay back down again, and wrapped himself in a quilt.He huddled under the blanket, and asked Akutagawa lazily, "Where's Dun-jun? He came here too."

Akutagawa was not surprised that Ranbu learned this, but replied in a straightforward manner: "He has been out to investigate the surrounding environment for a while, and he should be back soon."

Without letting Ranpo wait too long, Atsushi Nakajima came back soon.

"Mr. Ranbu!" The white-haired boy with straight bangs looked serious, he hurried over from a distance, and knelt down beside Ranbu, "Great, you finally woke up...Mr. Ranbu knew what happened What's the matter? Here's—"

"This is Fuyuki City, I already know that."

Atsushi Nakajima was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected the news of Ranbu to come sooner than himself, but thinking of the prophets who are usually chaotic, it doesn't seem so surprising that he can learn the name of the place.

Therefore, Nakajima Atsushi nodded as usual like Akutagawa, and said simply: "Yes, this is Fuyuki City, but it is no longer the world we are familiar with."

After all, Japan does not have a seaside city called Fuyuki.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help feeling a little worried: "I checked the map just now, and this place seems to be near Kobe City..."

"I also know this." Ranbu pointed to the vermilion double-layer steel arch bridge in the distance, "There will be similarities and commonalities between the two worlds, well, isn't that the Kobe Bridge-now it should be called Fuyuki Let's go to the bridge!"

"Ah, so that's how it is, as expected of Mr. Ranpo!"

"Hmph, it's just a normal inference."

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Atsushi Nakajima felt that the cadre's temper seemed to be much better.

In normal times, Mr. Ranpo would definitely complain to him now.

He ran out for such a long time, and in the end he only brought back irrelevant information, which can be completely judged as useless waste—at least that was conveyed in the overly sharp eyes of Akutagawa next to him.

And Mr. Ranpo not only didn't blame him, but also treated him kindly, and specially made inferences and explanations for him who was dull!

You know, most of the time, Mr. Ranpo will only tell them the reasoning results, omitting the deduction process that he thinks is simple. If others ask a few more questions, they will be called stupid.

For Mr. Ranpo, explaining his inferences to others is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow, and talking to himself to a goldfish. Others will never be able to understand Mr. Ranpo's thinking logic.He didn't need to go to the trouble of explaining his conclusions. If he had to explain everything to others, it would be too hard.

But now, Mr. Ranpo is willing to explain what he considers to be "common sense" to these "bulls" and "goldfish"!

Atsushi Nakajima was a little flattered.

"Dun Jun, besides these, have you found any other abnormalities?"

"Eh? Other abnormalities refer to..."

"Of course, it's some unexpected incidents reported by the media, which usually happen on unknown nights and cause damage to public facilities and casualties." Luanbu narrowed his eyes and grinned, "For example... A gas explosion or something is a good excuse, isn't it?"

What he said meant a lot.

An incident that occurred at night and caused large-scale damage will not be a simple situation no matter how you think about it.

Atsushi Nakajima searched the contents of his memory, recalled what he saw and heard just now, and provided clues to Ranpo as much as possible: "A local family named Tohsaka in Fuyuki City had an explosion the day before yesterday, but they said they were renovating the courtyard. , accidentally dug out the natural gas pipeline..."

"Yeah." Luanbu nodded.

"Fuyuki Port was blocked today. It seems that because of the strong sea wind and the earthquake last night, the containers that were stacked in the port toppled and smashed the ground. Now the entire port is still under renovation."

"Well, then what?"

"and also……"

Under Ranpo's encouraging eyes, Atsushi Nakajima racked his brains, and finally remembered the news he found at the newsstand.

"Some time ago, there was a serial murder case in Fuyuki City, and the culprit has not been caught yet." Atsushi Nakajima didn't know if this was the clue that Ranbu needed, so he simply said it out, "The victims are usually Taking the family as a unit, the corpses were turned into 'works of art', and the blood was drawn into strange patterns, suspected to be cult sacrifices..."

"Oh?" Luanbu raised his eyes, seemingly interested.

"That's all that was written in the newspaper, and I don't know the rest." Atsushi Nakajima replied apologetically, "There are no new victims, but there are more cases of missing children."

"That's it..." Luanbu thought about it, and soon showed a comforting smile to the young man, "Thank you, it was a great help."

"Where, I'm very happy to help Mr. Ranpo." Atsushi Nakajima, who was praised, raised his index finger and scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

He felt that Mr. Ranpo was very patient today...

Ah, although Mr. Ranpo is usually very approachable and gives him snacks, but it always feels a little different——

Where is the difference?

Mr. Ranpo is still as smart, as quick-responsive, and as unpredictable...

Atsushi Nakajima thought with some uncertainty.

They still don't know why they came to this world, but Ranpo's composure is enough to calm them down.

"What shall we do after that?"

"Well... we need to solve the serial murder case first."

"Eh?"

"Because detectives are more curious about cases."

"Detective?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right, we want to be detectives in this world." Ranpo said, "Relax, this is a vacation that Mr. Mori agreed to."

The other two were still at a loss.

And Ranpo has already lifted the quilt, pointed to the thin bathrobe on his body, and resumed his previous domineering attitude towards others: "Don't talk about the case, the most urgent thing now is to help Mr. Going out like this?"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" The white tiger boy panicked again.