rambunctious lover

Nakajima Atsushi quickly brought Lin Yuan back, and Edogawa ran up to meet him with a kind smile:

"Student Lin Yuan, shall we chat?"

The three walked into the empty classroom, and Nakajima guarded the door, putting soft pressure on Lin Yuan.

The girl in her early twenties had witnessed Renhu's outstanding leg strength, and now she lowered her head, her two braids drooping weakly on her shoulders.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

Random step straight to the point.

Lin Yuan didn't reply, his fingers crumpled the corners of his clothes.

Luanbu sighed when he saw this, which is why he doesn't like socializing.

However, to solve a case cannot be subjective and requires evidence support.Without physical evidence, we can only start with other parts.

The detective patted the girl on the shoulder lightly:

"Ayumi also thinks we can catch the murderer, right?"

After all, he had done two lessons for him, and Luanbu also became persuasive and persuasive.

Lin Yuan was dubious:

"Can you really catch the murderer who killed Ah Cheng?"

The moment I looked into the pair of wet pupils, I realized something.He puffed out his chest solemnly.

"Of course. I'm a once-in-50-year detective."

Lin Yuanding looked at him for a while, as if he was finally relieved.

She exhaled foul breath and began to tell:

"That night before the ranking was announced, I sneaked outside Ah Cheng's dressing room, trying to cheer him up, and then I heard..."

"What did you hear?"

Lin Yuan swallowed nervously.

"I heard Cheng as if he was arguing with another person. He said, 'No one will believe that you are my ghostwriter.'"

"what?"

Nakajima exclaimed, was stared at by Luanbu, and immediately pursed his lips and continued to act as the door god.

"I guess you didn't tell the police about this?"

Lin Yuan nodded hesitantly, embarrassment engraved on his face.

She stammered:

"I...missed the timing. And I don't know who that person is, so I feel...it doesn't matter if I say it or not..."

She bowed awkwardly to Ranbu.

Edogawa stared at the hair on the top of her head in disorder, noncommittal.

"Anyway, thanks for the lead. I'll find the killer."

Ranpo and Nakajima walked away, briefly looking back at the female students in the classroom.

She stopped where she was and watched their backs, with tears in her eyes.

In the corridor, Ranpo Edogawa and Atsushi Nakajima stood side by side.

"Mr. Ranpo, what did Hayashihara-san mean when he said 'I missed the opportunity'?"

"She may feel that, no matter before the award ceremony or after Makoto Mabe's death, if she speaks about it rashly, it will be regarded as hype? After all, there is no evidence."

Luanbu paused, and took out a candy from his pocket.

The sunlight slanted from the window, through the colorful colored paper.

He squinted his eyes in disorder, and smiled contentedly:

"Green apple flavor."

He carefully removed the wrapping paper, threw the candy into his mouth, and said vaguely:

"However, I think that if she didn't suspect that the person who quarreled was the murderer of Zhen Bicheng, she might have kept this secret."

Atsushi Nakajima beside him was stunned, he murmured ignorantly:

"For...why?"

After a while, the white-haired boy suddenly realized.

He covered his mouth in surprise: "Ayumi Hayashibara has a crush on Makabe Makoto?"

Walking in disorder but laughing silently.

He crumpled up the pink candy wrapper and aimed at the trash can not far away.

"So, as detectives, we must see the essence through the phenomenon. Do you understand, A-Dun?"

"I understand, Mr. Ranpo!"

Accompanied by the boy's angry voice, the chaotic ball of candy paper deviated from the destination again.

He pouted childishly: "Smart people like me are really not suitable for sports."

As the sun went down, Edogawa said goodbye to Atsushi Nakajima and went to an underground bar called "Yin" alone.

It's still early, he's the first customer of the day.

The waiter by the door bowed and asked respectfully:

"Good evening, sir. Do you need a mask?"

"Yes, Thanks."

Luanbu took the silver mask and took advantage of the situation to cover the upper half of his face.

He swaggered into the store, and the bartender at the bar was dozing off.

Seeing this, he clapped his fingers on the table.

"A glass of cider."

The bartender opened his sleepy eyes and blushed under Luanbu's gaze.

"Ah, sorry, a glass of cider, just a moment."

Luanbu glanced at the book that was originally placed in his hand, the cover was covered with very familiar gold letters - "The Disappearing Corpse".

This book was really a hit.

Luanbu sat in the center of the bar, resting his chin on his hands and thinking about the case.

He has already roughly guessed the murderer, but the method of disappearing the body remains unresolved.

"Guest, have you read this mystery novel?"

To cover up the embarrassment just now, the bartender took the initiative to talk.

"Well, it is."

Although it was just flipped through.

The bartender grinned and showed his teeth blackened by smoke, covered his mouth with one hand, and said mysteriously:

"I heard that this book was not written by the author himself, but a ghostwriter! If you ask me, people nowadays are too wicked. People are dead, and they still say such things."

"Oh?" Luanbu was not surprised, and immediately listed a few candidates who might leak the news.

He calmly asked again:

"How did you know?"

This time the bartender was changed to surprise:

"There's a lot of noise on the Internet, and there's even a recording!"

Luanbu then logged into the social networking site, and as expected, "Death Ghost Writer" ranked first in the trend.

It was followed by "Mabe Makoto Ghostwriting".

Among the top 10, half are closely related to the case.

A headline caught his eyes:

[The producer of the incident program took the blame and resigned].

Ranbu frowned, and was about to click on the relevant content.

jingle-

The wind chime hanging on the door rang crisply, and the footsteps came from far to near.

"Please have a cup of special lemon tea, not too sweet, thank you."

A voice as gentle as a clear spring in a mountain stream slid past his ears, and Edogawa Ranbu looked curiously.

The visitor wore the same silver mask as him, and a kimono with a gray border on a white background, which was embroidered with red coral patterns.

"Sorry, I can't drink, I made you laugh."

As if to prove his words, the man covered his lips and coughed, and the book in his arms fell to the ground.

Luanbu picked it up and saw, yes, of course, another "The Vanishing Corpse".

"..."

The detective's attention returned to the news that Onimai Tsuji had resigned.

Below the full text is the video of the morning news, and he watched it again by accident.

"...Yes, I was very shocked and heartbroken. Fortunately, Mr. Ranpo was on the scene at the time. I believe this famous detective who meets once in 50 years will be able to solve this mysterious case smoothly."

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at the overly pale face on the screen, while sipping cider, doubts abounded in his heart.

"If he resigns, it will be difficult to find a suitable job."

"?"

Ranbu's eyes were attracted again.

The man took a sip of lemon tea slowly, and a short but satisfied sigh overflowed from his slightly parted lips.

"why?"

The man gently put the goblet on the table without making a sound.

He turned his head, his insightful eyes slowly froze.

"Because this man... is afraid of the sun."

Edogawa Luanbu trembled all over, as if someone was pulling his wrist, dragging him out of the mist.

All doubts were easily resolved, and he raised his lips subconsciously.

In just a second, the smile was replaced by seriousness.

He smoothed out the wrinkles of his white suit carefully, his fingers lingering on the dried coffee stains for a long time.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I'm leaving first."

He said goodbye to the bartender at the bar, but he didn't say goodbye when he glanced at the man.

Edogawa Ranpo's thin figure disappeared into the night.

He walked absently along the narrow path, thinking.

Deng Deng Deng-

The beast approached with heavy steps, and seemed to be unaware of its chaotic steps, until a foul-smelling wind blew behind it.

The sharp claws struck, and at the critical moment, a detective took out a dagger from his arms, and quickly stabbed at the opponent with sharp eyes.

wow-

Blood gushed out from the man's wrist immediately.

"Student Xiangkai, why is it you?"

He pretended to be surprised, and genuine guilt crawled up the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Let me see how your injury is doing."

Just as Edogawa Ranpo was about to get closer, he was swung away by the extremely powerful Hibiki Kai.

The man grinned grinningly, implying:

"You don't want to see it. Compared to this..." His pupils glowing fiercely locked on Luanbu, and he licked his lips excitedly:

"Have you heard that Ah Cheng's novels are ghostwritten? It's so pitiful. Not only did he die tragically, but his name will be tarnished after death."

He raised his eyebrows in disorder, and his tone was not without regret:

"Really? Makoto is still dead?"

Xiang Kai: "...Didn't you see his dead body with your own eyes?"

Luanbu seemed to have lost his memory, and he tilted his head in doubt, thinking hard.

Then, amidst Xiang Kai's mocking laughter, he suddenly opened his emerald eyes, with a cold expression, and said word by word:

"What we saw was your 'corpse', right?"

It was as if a vortex sucked away Xiang Kai's smile, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"What did you say?"

"One thing, I must apologize to you. I once said that the murderer's trick of feigning death and then killing is very old-fashioned. But in this case, your technique is really wonderful. Who would have thought that the murderer would tear off his own head and lie on the bed. Waiting to be discovered on the spot?"

Xiang Kai's fists were creaking, and he looked down at the famous detective in front of him, with a trace of stubbornness remaining on his face.

"No, it's impossible. You must not know what you're talking about. No one lives with their head ripped off."

With a confused smile, he hooked his lips and smiled:

"Of course, no one survived. But you're not human, you're..."

He looked directly at Xiang Kai without fear.

"ghost."

With a deafening word, Xiang Kai was defeated, he pulled his hair angrily, his pupils were covered with blood.

"How could you know my identity! Impossible! No one can recognize us except the Ghost Killing Team!"

"Well, maybe I have a better head?"

Edogawa Luanpo nodded his temples, speaking of enviable words as a matter of course.

So, next moment...

"Damn stinky detective! Blood ghost art!"

With a "click", Xiang Kai's clothes burst, revealing the drum inlaid on his left shoulder.

clap clap—

He knocked hard three times, and four cracks immediately appeared in the space where Luanbu was, which could be seen to be separated from reality with the naked eye.

"Die, Edogawa Ranpo!"

Before he finished speaking, a thin line of light flashed past the detective's eyes.

bang-

Xiang Kai's huge body collapsed suddenly, stirring up countless dust.

Ranbu's white suit was dyed red, he wiped the blood on his cheek with the back of his hand, and smiled inappropriately.

"Oh, this is not what I expected."

With Xiang Kai's body as a barrier, what appeared opposite was a face that Ranpo had never seen before.

"Where's the man in the bar just now?"

The boy in yellow, red and green feathers stared at Chaos indifferently, putting the blood-stained blade back into the sheath.

"You are very brave."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

"..."

Luanbu blinked and blinked his eyes, beside his feet, Xiangkai's body was being reduced to ashes.

The detective took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from him, bent down and asked:

"Why don't you just tell others that you are the author of this book?"

Xiang Kai's eyeballs turned inward, and a hoarse laughter sounded like a bellows from his throat:

"People are always full of curiosity about unsolved mysteries. If so, more and more people will read my novels?"

I am speechless.

A detective like him, who is naturally sought after by others, cannot understand Xiang Kai's obsession with exhausting efforts.

"Mr. Ranpo, the second volume of "Eliminate Corpse" is in the cabinet in my dormitory. Please throw it away for me."

"it is good."

Luanbu watched Xiangkai dissipate in the wind, together with the last whisper:

"Actually, you're really annoying, Mr. Ranpo.

"What an idiot."

He took off his blood-stained suit and threw it into the trash can before walking away.

Contrary to Luanbu's expectations, there were no reporters at the door.

He was also happy and relaxed, and entered the entrance in the dark.

Before turning on the light, the door was locked with a click.

There was heavy breathing in the silence, and a pair of arms wrapped around his slender neck from behind.

The man chuckled in his ear:

"I smell blood on you. Tell me, dear Ranpo, where have you been?"

The author has something to say: this case is over!Help Xiang Kai fulfill the writer's wish. (Bushi

Well, Calvin will be late. (refer to the next chapter