rambunctious lover

The bomb, a frequent visitor to detective stories.

Ranpo has also seen it many times in the confrontation with Hong Kong and black.

He glanced at the countdown device, and picked up his phone without saying a word.

"Hey Tsukihiko, it's me. A bomb was found in the archives. Yes, I'm not joking. Please tell everyone to evacuate immediately. As a former producer, you must know where the broadcasting room is, right? By the way, call the police by the way ,Thanks."

Without waiting for a reply, Luanbu hung up with a "slap", and he blinked cutely at the dumbfounded Shutian Haruka.

"What's wrong?"

"I...I've never seen anyone dare to talk to a producer like that."

Luanbu smiled ambiguously: "Oh, because we have an unusual relationship."

After he finished speaking, he looked around and began to look for possible clues.

When his eyes touched the card on the ground, the detective narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Judging from the dust on it, it was undoubtedly dropped just now.

Luanbu bent down to pick it up, and a line of words cut out of a newspaper came into view.

[Your name is? ]

"Tsk, old stalker." Luanbu sneered, then raised his head and asked the man in front of him:

"Is Suida Haruka your real name?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Luanbu took out the plain glasses given by the president, wiped the dust on the lenses with his cuff, and put them on carefully.

"Very good, now let me study the structure of this bomb."

He looked at it for a while, sometimes frowning, sometimes biting his lip.

[The following notice, a suspected explosion/explosion/object was found in the building.Please evacuate all personnel immediately, and inform again...]

Unbearable anger drifted into his ears, like magma under solid ice, ready to explode at the touch of a button.

Luanbu hooked his lips and smiled, really the same.

"Do you see anything?"

He nodded seriously:

"Be careful, see the mercury in the pipe? If it loses balance, the bomb will explode on the spot."

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened.

The draft rushed in, and Shu Tianyao couldn't help taking a step back.

If it weren't for a detective with a sharp eye to help him quickly, when he hits the corner of the table, everyone present will be over.

After making sure that Shutian stood firm, Luanbu gave Wucan an annoyed look.

"Be careful, I don't want to die here yet."

"..."

The violently rolling Adam's apple spoke of Wu Mi's anger, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a few deep breaths before saying:

"You are so smart, you must know how to dismantle it?"

"of course."

Luanbu raised his jaw proudly, like a white swan looking down on all sentient beings.

"It's very simple, according to the prompt - Shutian Haru, 'haru' (haru) is the same as 'haru' (haru), there will be a day in spring. It just so happens that there is an orange thread here."

I can't agree more.

"You think you can stop the countdown by cutting the orange thread? Isn't that too easy?"

Ranbu rolled his eyes angrily:

"I haven't finished." He paused, regaining his enthusiasm for reasoning: "Only a simple-minded person would think so. Explosives usually have a reverse psychology. Therefore, the orange color is actually the thread that detonates immediately."

Nothing happened.Because of Luanbu's teasing, his face turned blue and white.

Aware of the tension between the two, Su Tianyao asked cautiously:

"So... the red and white threads are left?"

Luanbu spread his right palm, inviting Wu Mi to speak.

"……I have nothing to say."

"Cut." The detective made a provocative grimace at the other party, then turned around and asked:

"If it was Shutian-kun, which line would you choose?"

"……White?"

"Bingo." Luanbu snapped his fingers, and waited for the waves to appear in Suitian's eyes before he said slowly:

"The Bomber wants you to think the same."

"..."

Ranbu explained unhurriedly: "In the current situation, it is understandable for you to choose white. Because red will trigger bad associations. But as I said just now, prisoners have rebellious psychology. So..."

A dagger slipped out of the detective's cuff, and he held it high by the hilt.

"and many more!"

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi rushed up from behind, fierce and light-footed.

"Edogawa Ranpo, how sure are you?"

Luanbu shrugged: "Well... 1/3?"

No misery: "..."

Suita: "..."

When the two were silent, the famous detective was still confident.

"My reasoning just now is based on 'if the prisoner is a smart person'. Who knows if he is a single-celled organism."

"Humph."

The ghost king seemed to be very angry, his pale face was also stained with a little blush, and he looked delicious.

He snatched Ranpo's knife, and shouted in a volume that would not affect the balance of Mercury:

"Get out."

"?"

"Go to safety before I cut the red thread according to your ridiculous reasoning."

Luanbu was stunned for a moment, and understood in an instant.

Big teardrops welled up in his eyes, and he said in disbelief:

"Honey, you actually... well."

Luanbu hugged Wumi, wiped his snot and tears on the man's suit, leaned close to his ear and said:

"You're not going to die from the explosion anyway, are you?"

"……roll."

At this moment, there are still 3 minutes in the countdown.

downstairs

As soon as Luanbu appeared, he was surrounded by the crowd who heard the news.

"Yeah, boy, are you okay? What about the other two?

"It's too scary, who sent it? The heart is too bad!"

"Oh, I should have checked the box when I gave it to the kid."

In the noisy environment surrounded by bees, an old voice caught Luanbu's attention.

A detective looked intently and saw a 60-year-old man, with guilt engraved into every wrinkle of his face.

In the blink of an eye, Luanbu remembered something, and he squeezed the guard's arm tightly and asked:

"Sir, is this box named for Suda? Or..."

At this time, thunderous applause broke out in the crowd.

"My God, the last two guys are safe and well!"

"It's unbelievable that they defuse the bomb without professionals."

Ranpo Edogawa secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he found the two people at the door safe and sound.

It seems that he thinks too much.

But just to be on the safe side, check it out.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards the two survivors, he grabbed the guard at random.

"Sir, was the box given to Haruka Suda by name?"

He brings up old stories again.

The guard couldn't wait to shake off his hand.

"No, it's just that he just passed by."

Luanbu's heart shuddered, like a boulder falling from a high altitude and pressing down on his chest.

"..."

Not far away, Matsuoka and his party arrived late, and they were about to enter the building after a short chat with them.

Ranpo Edogawa, this thin and thin detective whose mobility and brain power are inversely proportional to a loach, struggles to shuttle between sardines.

Finally, he helped his companions before they were in danger.

He shouted at the top of his voice:

"Officer Matsuoka, you can't go in. There may be bombs inside."

……

Almost at the same time they drove the crowd to safety.

boom—

The huge shock wave shook the nearby Luanbu several meters away, he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

After a few hours,

Luanbu woke up leisurely.

The disinfectant that raged in his nasal cavity helped him recall everything.

The damn explosion actually fooled his eyes.

Luanbu thumped the bed angrily, and there was a rattling sound, as if the bones were dislocated, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

He stared at the white ceiling, pursed his lips, and wanted to cry.

"Oh, what a worthless guy."

Cold sarcasm poured into his ears.

Luanbu followed the prestige angrily, and it was Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi.

He also survived the explosion, but he still has the same demeanor.

"You don't have to come here to mock me, childish."

Wu Mi seemed to be pleased by the appearance of being annoyed by Chaos, he moved a chair and sat by the bed, and said in a benevolent tone:

"You should thank me for helping you block the reporter's interview. Otherwise, if you die in shame and anger, even I will be sad."

"Cut. Is this your nonsense again?"

Luanbu turned his head to look at the wall, and asked almost inaudibly.

"Seeing that you saved my favorite subordinate, I will take care of you as much as I can."

After that, he took off his suit, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, took an apple from the bedside table and walked out of the room.

"..."

When he was convinced that there was no misery to leave, Luanbu endured the pain and turned over to get out of bed.

He put on a man's white suit and lowered the brim of his hat.

In the hallway, Ranpo comes across someone he doesn't expect.

"Mr. Tong Mo, why are you here?"

"I heard that you were injured, Dazai and your colleagues and I came to visit you. They are still buying condolences."

Luanbu said "Oh" and clasped his hands together:

"Can I trouble you to pretend that you haven't seen me? I still have important things to do."

"?"

"Anyway, that's it. I'm in a hurry."

"..."

Tong Mo watched Luanbu tremblingly and disappeared from sight, occasionally mixed with his suppressed cries of pain.

"really weird."

The corners of the lips of the Patriarch of Bliss were slightly raised, and interest burst into his eyes.

Suddenly, his expression tightened, and he walked towards the ward as if nothing had happened.

In the room, Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back.

"Where's Edogawa Ranpo?"

"Say it's something important to do."

Tong Mo nodded respectfully.

"Humph."

Wu Mi glanced down at the note in his hand and wrote:

[The detective is going to solve the case, leave the apple for you to eat.Dear~(Love)]

"It's really ugly."

He casually threw the crumbled note and the apple into the trash can.

"Let Naruto stare at him."

"As ordered."

Walking into "Hidden" with random steps and swagger.

When it was nearly dusk, he was still the first customer.

"A cup of special lemon tea, thank you."

This time the bartender was not lazy and took the order swiftly.

"What happened to your head?"

Luanbu touched the gauze leaking from under the hat, gritted his teeth and said:

"It's just an occasional mistake." He calmed down his anger and changed the subject: "By the way, did the customer who ordered lemon tea leave anything behind?"

Although there are so many people, there is still only one person ordering tea at the bar.

The bartender quickly remembered this particular guest.

He took out a piece of paper from the bar cabinet and handed it to Ranbu.

"I didn't expect someone to actually ask. It feels like a secret code. It's really exciting."

When he saw the content clearly, Luanbu couldn't help laughing.

It is indeed the right sign, because the drawing on the paper...

is a well.

The author has something to say: I want to complain about myself, about two days ago.

When I was lying on the bed, I conceived an advance collection related to Hong Kong and black, Shurachang + Yiye X + Bai Yueguang and other bloody stalks, and even the copywriting was very smooth.

As a result, when I woke up, I couldn't remember it at all. (-_-)

For the article about the lord, I still need to collect it.Thank you little angels~