Don't get in the way of my marriage

cemetery.

In front of the tombstone where only a few people come to mourn every year, an unexpected visitor ushered in today.

A black-haired boy in a detective suit was holding a bouquet of elegant lilies and standing quietly in front of the tomb.

Not far from the boy, Yuan leaned against a big tree with dense branches and leaves, with his head hanging down, wondering what he was thinking.

At the beginning, Luanbu still stood up straight, did not put down the flower first, but held it in his hand, and chattered to the two cold tombstones.

After a while, his posture visibly relaxed, looked around, and finally settled on the lily in his hand.

After thinking for a few seconds, Luanbu decisively tore off the decorative and fixed colored paper of the bouquet, put it on the ground, and sat down.

Slightly straightened the scattered lilies and leaned them against the tombstone.

"It's so unfair. You can all lie here comfortably, but Mr. Ranbu has to stand here and report to you like a work report."

Luanbu pursed his lips, pulling the surrounding weeds with his hands.

"Do you just believe in Ranpo-sama like that? No parent would be so bold as to leave their underage son alone. Hmph, let me tell you first, I haven't forgiven you yet."

Even if Shinnosuke used a year's dim sum to make amends, he would not forgive easily!

Expressing some things that happened in the past few years in the form of complaints, I don’t know how long I have talked, and Luanbu finally felt what it means to have a dry mouth.

It's only been a while, why is Lord Ranbu so thirsty!

"I'm going back to drink soda, I'll stop here for today."

His tone sounded like a rebellious son who didn't want to talk nonsense with his parents anymore. He patted off the dirt on his hands from pulling weeds, and got up talking to himself.

Around him, no, to be precise, there is no trace of weeds around the tombstone.

This is considered to sweep the grave.

Thinking about it, he turned his head a little unhappy and glanced at the cold stone slabs that represented the traces of his parents' existence. He wasn't sweeping the grave, he just couldn't understand the existence of these weeds.

Pretending to leave, he only took a step or two, and he paused for a moment as if he suddenly remembered, or finally figured it out.

"I've had a good few years."

The statement, like a whisper, dissipated in the wind as soon as it was spoken.

I hope the wind can carry this sentence to their ears.

After speaking, Ranbu let out a sigh of relief.

Well, the detective is going to drink a soda.

Taking steps that were much brisker than before, he walked towards the place where Yuan was.

"Nobunosuke, where's Ranpo-sama's soda?"

Yuan, who had been waiting for almost two hours, raised the soda in his hand that had changed from ice to normal temperature, looked over Ranpo, and was stunned when he saw the current situation of the cemetery. This is probably the first time that Ranpo has done such a large-scale project in his life. Clean up work now.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yuan paused and stopped halfway through the delivery of the soda.

"Wash your hands first."

After pulling out the weeds for so long, Luanbu's originally clean hands are already covered with mud stains. It can be seen that the owner has cleaned it up, but it is obvious that the cleaning is not in place.

"The hand of a famous detective... Nobunosuke carries me out."

When rebutting, Ranbu looked down and saw his dirty hands, changed his words decisively, and rubbed the latter's clothes on Yuan's body before Yuan could answer.

I know very well the source of Ranpo's true inner thoughts: What else can I do, of course forgive him with a smile.

Half squatting so that he could walk randomly on his back, Yuan looked at the pair of muddy hands in front of him.

I secretly sighed in my heart.

There must be muddy handprints on the back.

"Yoshi, Shinnosuke, let's go."

Luanbu urged nonchalantly.

……

A few months later, the Tokyo Police Academy.

Yuan has just submitted a resignation application.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow?"

Kosuke Ozawa looked at Yuan with snot and tears, obviously he and Yuan teacher's combination of both civil and military instructors had just emerged, and they didn't expect to part ways so soon.

Taking a step back without showing any trace, Yuan avoided the tears that Ozawa Kosuke swayed, and nodded seriously.

The grade he leads will be graduating next week. At the beginning, the task he was assigned was the undercover lurking class for the graduating class. Now that the task has been completed, there is no need for him to stay any longer.

What's more, Geng Tian's bald head had already reminded himself.

If he continued to hang on, he would probably get that guy from Fudi to urge him again.

The other instructors reluctantly came to say goodbye after learning the news that Yuan was about to resign. It happened so suddenly that they had no time to prepare any farewell gifts, so they had to come forward one by one to say a few farewell blessings to Yuan.

Speaking of which, time really flies by.

Before he knew it, Yuandu had been an instructor here for almost a year.

The short farewell meeting ended, Yuan waved goodbye to other instructors, and came to the parking lot alone. "Aren't you afraid of being punished for skipping classes so blatantly?"

As soon as the words were finished, five figures appeared beside Yuan's car.

It was the members of the Onizuka class.

If Jiang Guling hadn't overheard the conversation of the instructors by accident, they would probably have been kept in the dark, without even saying goodbye.

In the past year, Minamoto has successfully replaced Onizuka Hachizo's position as the most love-hate instructor in the hearts of several teenagers.

It can be called the devil's training method, but also, after these hell-style trainings, their overall improved overall quality has reached an astonishing level.

"Instructor Yuan, thank you for your guidance this year."

I don't know who started it, and several members of the Onizuka class bowed to Yuan in unison to thank him.

"It's a rare courtesy."

Yuan smiled and accepted the thanks from the next few people, and sat down on the hood leisurely.

"Talk? Have you guys made plans for the future? Wait, let me guess."

Stopping Furutani Rei who was about to answer, Minamoto glanced at the few people in front of him.

"Date-san wants to be a criminal policeman, right? After all, he is an old boy with a strong sense of justice that is about to become substantive. Ah, by the way, have you solved the knot about your father? As a policeman who implements justice, in the face of It is worth learning from Mr. Date who can do that when making a choice between the people and their own dignity."

Yuan also knew about the fact that Datehang's father knelt down to the robbers in the convenience store in order to protect the lives of the people around him.

It's just that Date-san seems to regard this as his father's weakness.

"How did you..." know about this?

Datehang didn't ask the rest of the words, so there is nothing that can be hidden from Instructor Yuan.

He also just untied this knot not long ago.

Facing Yuan's gaze, Datehang nodded solemnly, "I will carry out this justice."

"Next is Hagiwara-san. You should apply to join the explosives/explosives disposal class with Matsuda-san. If you are not careful, you will die in the line of duty. Pay attention to safety. A word of advice, you will always do it before successfully dismantling the danger. Be prepared to escape at any time."

Kenji Hagiwara, who has always liked a hippie smile, said, "I will keep it in mind, thank you, Instructor Minamoto."

"Matsuda-san, you too. Since the dream is to become the police chief, the most basic thing is to live to that day."

Superintendent of the police department, what a lofty ideal.

Yuan sighed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Minamoto would know this, Matsuda Jinhei responded after being surprised.

"Student Zhu Fu, there is more than enough calmness, but not enough decisiveness."

After saying this sentence, Yuan suddenly paused, just when others thought he wanted Zhu Fu Jingguang to correct this point.

"Just keep it like this."

"..."

"Eh???"

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yuan uncertainly.

Instructor Yuan is agreeing with him?

"What, you're so surprised. I saw your future plans. Since Zhu Fu is going to be with Jiang Gu, there must be someone who can keep calm and think."

Jiang Gu Ling, who was alluded to as restless: "..."

"Okay, okay, I hope that you can go farther and farther on the road of your choice in the future, and I will be too late to pick you up if you continue talking."

Raising his hand to check the time, Yuan motioned for the students who were blocking the car door to step aside.

Before picking up the person, he had to take a detour to buy some snacks for Luanbu, and the time would not be enough if he was delayed any longer.

In the end, Jiang Gu Ling only got a parting message implying that he was not calm: "..."

Yuan, who was already in the car at this time, waved his hands to the few people outside the car, said goodbye, and started the car to leave.

wait, why? !

Yuan: I always feel that we will meet again in the future, so Jiang Gu, next time will be sure.

……

The nearest Yokohama is not so peaceful.

"Oh!"

This is already the Nth time on the way to pick up Luan Bu from get off work, because of gang fire/and being blocked on the road.

Skillfully put the car in gear and backed up, knocked over the sidewalk guardrail, ignoring the loud horns of other vehicles, Yuan drove the car onto the sidewalk, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

It is said that it is an inheritance of 5000 billion yuan. With such a huge sum of money, underground organizations large and small in Yokohama must have participated.

Minamoto, who had just finished his work as an instructor, thought of this while driving around the roadblocks on the sidewalk.

A good vacation is ruined like this.

"boom boom"

The roar of heavy locomotives sounded behind Yuan.

A locomotive with a dark red aperture special effect broke through layers of gunpowder and came out, catching up with the source in front of it after a while.

Listening to the deafening roar of the locomotive, Yuan turned his head to check.

The two looked at each other, and they were still familiar faces.

Chuya Nakahara, who had just received the news that his partner had been held hostage by a local organization, was very reluctant but had no choice but to find him: "Ah? Why are you here!"

Yuan's expressionless face: "By the way."

It seems that this front will also become "this road is blocked".

"It's not on the way to the front, by the way, congratulations on changing jobs."

At the intersection, the black car made a sharp turn, and a drift turned to the road on the right.

Nakahara Chuya, who didn't know why: "Huh?"

How did this guy know about his joining the port mafia?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was completely dressed in Hong Kong black in black top hat, black suit, and black leather shoes, also thought of it suspiciously.

"Zizi...cough cough, Zhong is indeed a slimy little slug. It takes so long to walk just a few steps. Did your pink girl motorcycle turn off halfway?"

Suddenly, the obnoxious voice of a certain mackerel sounded in the headset.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed the handle of the motorcycle in his hand, and the veins on his forehead were visible to the naked eye.

"Shut up, bastard Dazai."

At the same time, Yuan on the other side also received a urging call from Ranpo.

"Even if it's a long detour, Shinnosuke should have arrived. Now the most important thing is to bring the detective home for dinner. Why does Shinnosuke still chat with others on the road!"

Yuan, who spent no more than ten seconds talking with Zhongya Zhongya: "...I'll be there soon."

The cats at home are too smart, and sometimes it is a burden.

Following Ranpo, Minamoto nodded his farewell to Kunikida Doppo who was holding the "ideal" account outside the car.

"The dim sum shops are closed for shelter."

Noticing Ranpo's small eyes dissatisfied with the biscuit on the passenger seat, Yuan explained.

Because of the intensified gang struggles, it is too late for ordinary people to save their lives. Who has the leisure to buy or sell snacks.

"hiss"

This is the sound of the biscuit bag being torn apart. This is the third day that I haven't eaten any warm snacks.

"No Shinnosuke can do it by himself."

"Eh? I'll do it?!"

After being a chef, do I have to study hard to become a pastry chef?

"That's it."

Luanbu made a decision, it is absolutely impossible not to eat snacks for so many days.

Anyway, if you want to make dim sum or something, Shinnosuke can just learn it.

Source: ...this heavy trust.

After returning home, when Yuan parked, Luanbu got out of the car first, and ran to the yard to check on Xinta's condition. By the way, he fed some feed to the little black fish that hadn't eaten for a long time.

After raising it for so long, the little black fish, which was originally only the size of Yuan's palm, has grown up a lot.

In the words of the source, it is the size enough for Luanpo to eat a meal.

At this time, Yuan was walking into the kitchen with the vegetables he had finally bought.

Thanks to the blessing of 5000 billion, it is now much more difficult for them to even buy groceries. If it weren't for the recent busy work of the detective agency, Yuan would have wanted to take Ranpo to live in Tokyo for a while, and wait until the dispute here is over. come back again.

After feeding the fish, he walked into the room randomly, dug out a few packets of potato chips from the snack cabinet, and took out a small box of ice cream from the refrigerator.

Sit at the dining table with these in your arms, and watch the source cook while eating.

As for why not watch TV.

Last night, I don't know who fought around the area where they lived. With the huge explosion sound that resounded through the sky, all the TV receptions in their area were blasted together.

For a while, the maintenance personnel did not dare to come to repair it. They couldn't watch cartoons and had to settle for the next best thing—watching the source to cook.

Unlike cartoons that can only be watched passively, now Ranbu can still participate in it and give his own suggestions "appropriately".

"Too much spinach, and carrots too."

"Egg pudding needs more sugar."

"Don't fry the beef any more. Does Shinnosuke want Ranpo-sama's teeth to be broken?"

All of the above are from Hualao Maomao Luanbu Sang.

In this regard, the source selectively listened to some suggestions.

Such as beef, as for other...

The amount of spinach and carrots is normal, and the egg pudding is half sugar.

Drizzle the beef with the freshly boiled sauce and put it in front of Ranbu, followed by vegetables, eggs, which are necessary for teenagers to grow up, and finally a bowl of white rice.

Yuan took his own dinner and sat down at the dining table, ignoring Ranpo's resistance to vegetables, and clasped his hands together.

"I'm starting~"

Ranpo: Damn it!

Looking at death like home, he picked up a piece of carrot with the little yellow duck tableware and put it in his mouth.

The author has something to say: here we come!Now it's the period of the leader's struggle, Zhi Tianzuo is about to start picking up children!

Ah~ I can’t stop writing my daily routine~

By the way, do you like to watch this kind of daily interaction between Ranpo and Shinnosuke?Solicit opinions (look at my serious little eyes: 3

By the way, I just found out today that Kenji Hagiwara has been typing wrong all the time. I will revise the previous chapters later, so don’t worry about it~

感谢在2020-05-2401:22:29~2020-05-2922:16:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 when Akutagawa only wore a pair of underwear;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: -+Na, WF Scarlet 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：的的20瓶；西蒙、烟雨潇潇、冬至10瓶；存稿君5瓶；LL4瓶；印记3瓶；哦呼1.6米2瓶；凯子的绿帽子1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!