How I was forced to be a boss

"Which teacher is coming?" Edogawa Ranpo asked excitedly after Fukuzawa Yukichi hung up the phone.

"That teacher?" Yosano Akiko was a little confused.

"It's Takenishi-sensei! It's the novelist who won the 'Literature Award' before, who is known as the future pillar of the Japanese literary world, but there has been a lot of controversy recently."

"Ah! Do the president and Mr. Ranpo actually know that teacher?"

"I met by chance before. As for the contact, based on what that person has done, it's normal for the president to feel uneasy."

When I followed the address and followed the navigation to find the place, Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Edogawa were already waiting for me there.

It was a coffee shop, and it was said that they were here because they worked upstairs.

Hmm...it feels like a normal job.I quietly rejoiced in my heart.

"Would you like something to drink?" Mr. Fukuzawa asked after I sat down.

I feel that Mr. Fukuzawa is unexpectedly a very considerate person.

“Iced Americano, thank you.”

I quite like it here.

The whole store is filled with the aroma of coffee, and the light shining through the glass makes people feel warm. This is a place that is completely different from the place of 'lupin'. When you are in 'lupin', you will There is a sense of security that all the secrets in your heart are well hidden in the dark, and in this cafe you will have a sense of comfort that your heart is magnanimous and you were born to walk under the light.

I really want to bask in the sun here, drink coffee, and then leisurely rush to draft.

After receiving the coffee handed over by the beautiful young lady, I couldn't help but have such thoughts.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Fukuzawa, Mr. Edogawa."

I chatted with these two people for a while, and then I revealed the real purpose of my visit this time.

"I'm here this time because I want to deliver this by myself." I took out two invitation letters.

"Because of some things happened a while ago, I stayed in Tokyo for a while, so my editor planned to hold a private celebration for me, and asked me to invite some friends to come. Thinking of the things I met at the beginning, I will be thick It's shameless, I hope the two of you can appreciate it."

I weighed my words and said nervously.

"Ah! I almost forgot to mention it. I am a somewhat famous writer now. My pen name is Zhuxi. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

"We already knew it!" Mr. Edogawa replied casually.

I was right when I thought about it. With the high IQ shown by this boss, I can't hide this little thing from others.

Mr. Fukuzawa accepted my invitation letter with a seriousness that surprised me.

"I will be there on time."

Things went smoothly unexpectedly, because in fact, we really don't know each other very well. After all, I came here with a little selfishness.

"Because Takenishi-sensei is actually very famous in Yokohama!"

As if he saw my doubts, Mr. Edogawa said so.

I don't really want to know what kind of name I got in Yokohama. I have gradually realized that there seems to be a subtle difference between myself and the people around me.

But how?Although I know about it, I don't really care about it. After all, what other people think doesn't seem to interfere with my actions except for occasionally causing me a little trouble.

"May I take the liberty to ask, what kind of work do you two do?"

I think it's best to ask this matter clearly before I say my suggestion. This is really important, so I dared to ask.

"Eh? You're so close to the members of Gang Hei, don't you even know?" Mr. Edogawa looked at me with some interest.

"This is the territory of the Armed Detective Agency!"

Um?Um?

what?What detective agency?

After explaining what kind of existence the Armed Detective Agency is, Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the calm and serious girl who had shown a bewildered expression from the beginning of the meeting, as if she had lost her mind all of a sudden.

From the corner of his eyes, Edogawa Ranpo saw the corner of the president's lips curled up quietly, so he couldn't help laughing.

After all, that's Mr. Takenishi, it's hard for anyone to imagine that such a person would show such a cute expression.

"Why is there such an expression, Mr. Takenishi!"

Of course it's because I was swallowed back by your answer when I was about to continue!

I have seen the operation of writers from different worlds. Apart from gangsters, there are also detective agencies, but everyone just refuses to engage in serious creation.

The literary world is about to cry!

I didn't know how to open my mouth to say what I wanted to say for a while. I am really new to the field of detectives.

"Mr. Ranpo, there is a new case coming."

Just when I was awkwardly looking at the two of them one-sidedly, a young lady suddenly came in with a serious face.

"It's a serial murder case. The police are currently stuck in a link and can't proceed, so they came to us, Mr. Ranpo!"

The young lady stood aside and waited for his answer.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Edogawa looked at me suddenly, "By the way, Mr. Takenishi, I don't know if you remember the letter I sent you before."

letter?

I have received many letters from readers. If I think about it, I may not know which one was sent to me by Mr. Edogawa, but if I limit myself to the keyword of detective, as the only two in my mind It was the reader who expressed his passion for creation. I immediately realized who Mr. Edogawa was.

"Ah!" I stood up in amazement, pointed at Mr. Edogawa tremblingly and said, "You! You are that super cute world's number one detective!"

Edogawa Ranpo raised his head proudly, "That's right! It's me!"

"Now that you understand, let's compete! Mr. Zhuxi! A detective won't lose!"

Hearing him say this, I suddenly remembered how I replied.

etc!What do you want to do, let me go!I'm not talking about a real challenge!I want you to write a novel!

Not willing to reject my enthusiastic readers, Mr. Edogawa dragged me to look at Mr. Fukuzawa with a broken face, but Mr. Fukuzawa just said to me seriously: "Ranpo will be left to you for the time being."

ah?Why did you entrust Mr. Edogawa to me?I am underage!

Seeing the girl being dragged away by Ranbu with a broken face, Fukuzawa Yukichi picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip slowly, then a chuckle sounded in the shop.

"Looks like they can get along well."

I finally know why Mr. Fukuzawa said that.

Mr. Edogawa doesn't know the way!

The problem is that I don't even know the way!

In the end, the two of us arrived at the scene of the crime with the help of the police. Mr. Edogawa and I were like two lost children. Mr. Togawa's real-life pk thing happened, and now I just want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Seeing the girl's flushed face until she reached the destination, Ranpo Edogawa said dissatisfiedly, "So what happened to this kind of thing! A detective wouldn't waste his time on such trivial matters!"

No, Mr. Edogawa, you may really be a simple road idiot.

Why on earth is Mr. Fukuzawa so relieved to entrust this task to me?

In the dark night, Mr. Tanaka parked his car at the door of a house. He got out of the car to light a cigarette, and leaned against the car door relaxedly, but his eyes were fixed on the reflection behind the curtains on the second floor of the house. There were two figures, a man and a woman. Looking at the figures that seemed to be slowly embracing each other, Mr. Tanaka's eyes gradually burst into intense anger.

After a few hours, the figure by the window was still standing there. Mr. Tanaka was feeling a little strange when he saw that the lights in the house were all off and there was no movement, so Mr. Tanaka took out a rifle from the car, He sneaked into the house with the exhilarating feeling that he was about to accomplish his goal.

The door of the house couldn't stop someone like Mr. Tanaka. He came to the living room smoothly without making a sound. Under the dim light and his vision was limited, Mr. Tanaka vaguely saw a person lying on the sofa in the living room. The man seemed to have thought of something. In the darkness, he showed an exaggerated smile, murmured something, and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"The deceased's name is Tanaka Kunihiko, male, 32 years old, a bank employee. According to Mrs. Sato, the neighbor of the first discoverer, as usual, when she checked the mailbox of the head of the household, Ms. Sae Watanabe, she found the house of Miss Sae Watanabe. The door was open, and I came in to check in doubt, and found Kunihiko Tanaka kneeling in the middle of the living room with his head down, motionless, Mrs. Sato went up to check and found a large area of ​​blood on Kunihiko Tanaka's chest, and called the police immediately."

"After police identification, the bullet that caused the death and injury matched the model of the rifle in the deceased's hand and the remaining quantity in it. It was suspected of suicide. However, before this, there have been several similar cases, and the deceased were all in the same posture and suspected of committing suicide. It can already be concluded that it is a serial murder case."

"The owner, Ms. Watanabe Sae, female, 28 years old, an ordinary company employee, has an unknown relationship with the deceased Tanaka Kunihiko, and is currently missing. The police suspect that this Ms. Watanabe may be the murderer who committed these cases, but There are currently no leads pointing to her whereabouts, so we would like your help in locating this suspect."

After we arrived, the police explained the specific situation to us in detail.

I looked at the man kneeling in the middle of the living room, he was still holding the rifle tightly in his hand, his head was lowered, and there was an exaggerated smile on his face that made people feel uncomfortable.I frowned.

Under normal circumstances, the suspicion of the owner who disappeared directly must be very high, but I always feel that something is not right.

I endured the discomfort and carefully observed the expression on the face of the deceased, and then scanned the living room environment, my complexion became more and more ugly.

Mr. Edogawa and I looked at each other, and found the same heaviness in each other's eyes.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt you, although you may not believe it, but what I may want to say is..."

"That Miss Watanabe is probably in danger."