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During the week when Dazai and Ranpo were completely free, Edogawa Conan was as busy as a spinning top.

What made the former high school detective hate even more was that these two guys didn't come to help, they just caused him trouble.

The landline in the living room rang again.

Conan sighed helplessly, picked up the microphone and asked directly: "What's the matter this time?"

The voice of the police over there also sounded helpless: "Today we found Mr. Dazai Osamu who was hanging himself in the dessert shop."

"What about random steps?"

"Mr. Ranpo is eating mousse cake next to him."

"...I understand," Edogawa Conan said with difficulty, "I'll be right over."

When he arrived at the police station, he saw the energetic Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo who was still eating with a bunch of snacks.

Under the sympathetic gazes of all the policemen, he walked over and sat down opposite Osamu Dazai: "Mr. Dazai, I think we need to talk."

Ever since Edogawa Conan was born, his expression has never been so sincere: "If you want to commit suicide, can you not bother to come to me in the end?"

Recently, the famed detective duo has made their name again in this precinct for quite different reasons.And the reason is obvious——

Every day, people can see Dazai Osamu who is committing suicide and Edogawa Ranpo who is indifferent next to him in various places.

"If I succeed in committing suicide," Dazai's expression is equally sincere, "I won't have to bother Conan-kun anymore, so please sincerely pray that I can fulfill my dream next time."

When Conan heard this answer, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching a few times.He turned his head and looked at Edogawa Ranpo who had been silent all this time: "Ranpo, you should take care of him!"

The boy refused without raising his head: "Dazai won't listen to me."

In the end, Edogawa Conan just sighed and led the two of them back.

"Please," he said, "if it's just today, please be a little more normal."

"I'm afraid that's not the case." Dazai blinked and raised the phone in his hand, "The organization in black sent me a message."

Conan's face sank: "Have you come?"

"You don't have to go this time, Conan-kun, so don't put on such a scary face."

Luanbu stood in place, looking at the wave soda in his hand: "To be precise, we can't go."

Conan didn't ask why—it wasn't that he didn't want to ask, but because he knew that Ranbu would say "Isn't this obvious at a glance" if he asked—he just nodded and said "I understand".

Dazai put the phone back into his pocket: "I just came back and have to go out again, this is evil overtime, Mr. Ranpo."

Ranbu was also languid, and he didn't seem to want to talk much, but he just stuffed the unopened snacks into Conan's arms without saying a word.

These two guys, who usually look like fish-fishing monsters, took a taxi listlessly——Edogawa Conan was afraid to lend his family's car to Dazai for a long time, and sat in it listlessly. Conan was a little worried The normal line of sight was listless.

Can this situation go well?Edogawa Conan thought with some worry.

On the other side, in a hotel.

Gin looked at the person in front of him who was no different from Vodka, and put the last piece of equipment into his coat compartment: "Bermod, are you sure you want to dress up as Vodka?"

"Vodka" raised his eyebrows - this is an action Belmode usually likes to do, and there is an indescribable sense of disobedience when he does it with a rough man's appearance: "Why not, isn't this very interesting?"

"It will be very troublesome if it is seen through," Gin pointed out mercilessly, "You are still underestimating Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu, Belmode."

"No one will be able to see through my disguise," Belmode denied without hesitation, putting the sunglasses on his face, "As long as I don't want to."

In short, if it is discovered, Belmode will be the only one who is unlucky.Gin, who has always disliked this woman, didn't say anything anymore, just snorted softly, then turned and walked out the door, "Vodka" behind him followed closely like a real subordinate.

At this time, her steps, voice, and even the rhythm of breathing are exactly the same as real vodka.

Osamu Dazai and Edogawa sat on the seats in the private room in disorder, leaning their heads on one side and the other on the other, as if they were talking in a low voice.Seeing Gin and his subordinates who were still dressed in all black walking in, Dazai raised his head, folded his hands, and propped his chin: "I've always wanted to talk to you about this topic, Mr. Killer."

"What?" Qin Jiu asked in a cold tone.

Dazai suggested enthusiastically: "If you are dressed in black and the whole body is airtight, the first impression you give people is that this person must be a weirdo." He changed the focus of his chin to the other hand, " Haven't you thought about it?"

Gin was silent for a while: "This is a regulation within the organization."

"Hey, is that so?" Dazai's expression was completely opposite to his regretful tone, "That's really a meaningless rule."

Gin put down the suitcase in his hand, and sat across from the two of them: "Forget about gossiping, we're here to discuss matters related to cooperation."

Luanbu looked at "Vodka" standing behind the man, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Gin's eyes fixed on Edogawa Ranpo.

The killer who has worked with her for many years is naturally very clear about Belmode's ability to disguise.Before he said to the woman that "it will be seen through", he thought in his heart that the possibility was not more than [-]%.

However, now the boy's behavior is frankly explaining that he has already seen through——

"Miss." Edogawa Ranbu made a "click" and gently placed the mug in his hand on the table.

The box was quiet, only the sound of the four people's breathing could be heard.

After a while, the tall man suddenly chuckled, but it was a charming female voice.Belmode pulled off the camouflage and wig on his face, and sat across from the two: "How did you see that?"

She asked, her eyes seemed to be full of curiosity, but both Dazai Osamu and Gin were keenly aware of the flash of killing intent.

"Don't be so aggressive, miss." Dazai gently stroked the warm outer wall of the cup in front of him, "Gin should have told you that Mr. Ranpo is a genius, right?"

"Ordinary geniuses can't see through my disguise at a glance," Belmode replied, hearing the malicious intentions in Dazai's tone, "You really should not be underestimated, Edogawa Ranpo-kun."