Lost Lord Ranbu

What's the matter with this suit?

Question marks popped up in the minds of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai at the same time.

It's not that there is anything special about black suits. Black suits are not the privilege of the Mafia. Most formal suits are mainly black, which is calm and solemn.Fukuzawa Yukichi knew that there were several black suits for banquets in Ranpo's closet, but detectives usually wore light detective suits, and the choice of color was lighter.

This black windbreaker jacket does not look like the clothes that Ranpo would wear at all, and it looks very unfit, it can only be used as a cloak on the shoulders, the sleeves and hem of the clothes are a bit too long, obviously it does not belong to a young man of short stature .

In short, the pattern of this black jacket looks very familiar.

Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously glanced sideways at Mori Ogai, and found a subtle smirk on the other person's face, looking into his eyes, it seemed that he didn't know it.

Mori Ogai did not know, but he was able to recognize the source of the coat on Edogawa Ranpo's shoulders.

that is not--

Osamu Dazai's clothes?

The arc of the smile on the face of the port mafia leader remained unchanged, but there was a turmoil in his heart.

To be precise, it was the clothes he gave Osamu Dazai.

There is an unwritten rule in the Port Mafia. After accepting a newcomer into the Port Mafia, the senior responsible for the introduction should give the newcomer a personal item as a token.

So far, Mori Ogai has only personally pulled Osamu Dazai in. What he sent out was his own coat—it is expensive and unique, and it is a handmade product that cannot be bought in China. Even if you order in advance, you have to wait a year to get it to the finished product.

The 15-year-old Osamu Dazai wore that baggy black coat every day and swaggered through the city until he left the port mafia. Then he changed into another sand-colored coat that was completely out of Mafia style, as if it could cover up his jet black. similar in nature.

And the jacket that was replaced, according to Osamu Dazai himself, had already been burned four years ago when he fled.

According to Osamu Dazai's personality, if he said he burned his clothes, he must have burned them.Whether as an act to prove his severance with the port mafia or as a retaliatory move against Mori Ogai, he chooses to burn the clothes.

Then why did this dress appear on Edogawa Ranpo?

It is impossible to customize the same style, right?

The mainstay of the Armed Detective Agency cannot be to wear this suit to show off the information he knows in front of him, the leader of the port mafia. Could it be that Dazai-kun is planning something?

Mori Ogai looked at Ranpo with some inquiry in his eyes, but Fukuzawa Yukichi judged by his intuition that he had bad intentions, and directly blocked him.

"It's not too late, let's go now." Fukuzawa Yukichi said solemnly.

"That being said..." Luanbu stood on a high place, looking down at the two with unfathomable eyes.

The bad feeling in Fukuzawa Yukichi's heart became stronger, and the deep furrows between his brows creased, making him look even more majestic.

The black-haired young man suddenly pursed his mouth, and his pretended deep expression collapsed.Then, he stretched out his hands to the two leaders and complained loudly: "I said, you just come here and help each other, don't you see that I can't jump off?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the height of the wall. It is true that he could not jump off at random steps, and he did not know how he climbed up just now, but it is common for children to climb to high places mischievously and fail to come down—at least It is not surprising to put it on Luanbu.

Although Ranpo was asking for help from the two of them, Mori Ogai was not familiar with the famous detective after all. He smiled at Fukuzawa Yukichi, standing where he was and had no intention of stepping forward.

Fukuzawa Yukichi consciously took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to Ranpo and made a gesture of receiving: "Ranbu, jump down."

Luanbu stared at him for a while, he didn't intend to jump down, and asked slowly, "Will you catch me?"

"Yes." Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded.

"Really?" Ranbu asked again.

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help feeling a little strange.

Although he is now injured and has a high fever due to the supernatural virus, as a martial artist who has been exercising all the year round, it is not a problem to catch a chaotic step when he is prepared.Ranbu should know his abilities best, otherwise, when the two of them partnered before, they wouldn't always step on his limit to do things, and he had scolded him several times.

But at this time, Luanbu was still on the top and refused to come down, repeatedly confirming whether he would catch him, just like a black cat trapped in a tree and unable to get up and down, he was extremely wary of the person who rescued him.

Not sure why Ranpo became like this, but Fukuzawa Yukichi, who didn't think about other aspects, had to be patient and affirmed Ranpo's question over and over again: "Ranpo, come down, I will take over living."

"Really? Won't it fall?"

"..." Fukuzawa Yukichi held back, "No."

He feels that his violent temper has been restrained a lot compared to ten years ago. When he first encountered Luanbu, because the young man was too noisy, he had the intention of beating Luanbu and stuffing him into the sewer.

Now looking at the scene of chaotic steps and unreasonable troubles, I can already be calm, and there is even no fluctuation in my heart.It's just that if the time is delayed like this, if the business is delayed, he may have the urge to beat the child again, and it's not very good to have Mr. Natsume watching the students' housework. He hasn't learned a lesson for a long time. child.

Fortunately, this kind of meaningless question and answer only lasted three rounds, and Luanbu showed a satisfied expression, and jumped down directly.

This made Fukuzawa Yukichi feel even more that Ranpo was tossing people unconsciously, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart, but his body still moved swiftly to catch the person who jumped from above.

Luanbu touched his bloody neck.

It was cut out by Mori Ogai's scalpel. The blade surface is very narrow, and the amount of bleeding is not too large, so the artery should not be cut.But because the wound was on the neck, it almost killed Fukuzawa Yukichi, and it looked a little scary.

Luanbu just touched it, and then nodded: "Yeah, it doesn't look like a big problem, then you can carry me away."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

Here we go again, the urge to spank the child.

Is it true that this kind of request that is completely inconsiderate of other people's feelings and unconsciously causing trouble to others is really a disorder?

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't dare to look at Mori Ogai and Natsume Soseki who were watching the excitement behind him, and refused a little bluntly: "Ranpo, you are already 27 years old."

If it was someone else, they would probably be overwhelmed by the fierce aura unique to a swordsman in him, and would not dare to say a word.

But Luanbo, who has been struggling in the mafia world for more than ten years, is more courageous than anyone else. Relying on Fukuzawa Yukichi's lack of clear understanding of his existence, he acted like a child up.

"Eh? But everyone says I'm just a child! I'm tired from walking all the way just now, Master Luanbu shouldn't walk out of here on two legs!" Luanbu yelled, sticking like an octopus On Fukuzawa Yukichi.After finishing speaking, he seemed to have just remembered, and added another title, "President?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

What's going on, the sense of disobedience is even heavier.

Could it be that the Ranpo in front of him is not himself?

But random steps are random steps, it can't be someone else, even Natsume-sensei didn't say anything, so there can be no mistakes.

Although he has doubts in his heart, Fukuzawa Yukichi is not the kind of person like Edgar Allan Poe who likes to observe the details and draw conclusions. He does not think about special aspects.After all, it was unbelievable to him that there were two Edogawa Ranpos in the world—it was already a miracle that there could be one Ranpo in the world, so what happened to two Ranpos?

Fukuzawa Yukichi put this bizarre idea aside, and felt that he could not waste any more time, so he simply started walking in disorder.

Mori Ogai had a fake smile on his face, and stood aside and said sarcastic words: "Oh, I really envy Fukuzawa-sama, I have such a good relationship with Edogawa-kun, and Alice-chan always gets angry with me."

Can this be compared?

Your Alice was beheaded by me half an hour ago.

Fukuzawa Yukichi thought to himself.

He and Mori Ogai had nothing to say, Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't look away, and walked out without looking sideways with his back on his back.

Walking out of the ruins after the explosion, I ran into Edgar Allan Poe holding a little raccoon, hesitating and waiting.He looked at Ranpo, then at Fukuzawa Yukichi who was carrying Ranpo on his back, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

Is Edogawa-kun the Ranpo-kun who will replace this world?

What should Mr. Ranbu do!

"Hey, Mr. Poe, are you still waiting for me? Then let's go together!" Luanbu shook the mystery novel in his hand, and smiled at Poe, but this smile was in Poe's eyes. Some are malicious.

"..."

Poe felt threatened, but he had no proof.

at the same time--

"Is this how you take care of Mr. Ranpo?"

"..."

The two people who were questioned were silent, and they both looked a little embarrassed.

One was punched in the face and the other was kicked in the stomach. This is already considered light. At least Mr. Dazai didn’t shoot directly—this probably has something to do with him not carrying a gun. If there are subordinates with guns next to him , they might actually take a few bullets.

"When you were informed in advance that the Holy Grail was abnormal, none of you noticed the abnormality of Mr. Ranpo." When the youngest mafia cadre in the history of the port mafia was expressionless, it always made people feel a kind of dark cloud. The premonition that the city is about to be destroyed, and the gentle voice is full of blood, "Mr. Luanbu is still allowed to act at will... Don't you have your own judgment?"

Dazai looked at the two ineffective disciples in front of him, and almost sighed.

Atsushi Nakajima's scalp was numb, he lowered his head and said immediately, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Dazai—"

"Hey, guerrillas, now it's not something that can be solved with an apology." Nakahara Zhongya's gloomy voice intervened.

"Indeed, abnormalities have already appeared." Dazai closed the "Complete Suicide Manual" in his hand, "Mr. Ranpo really caused big trouble this time."