rambunctious lover

"Oh, by the way, the juvenile spirit is only responsible for collecting the killing intent particles on the scene, right?"

Baigui: "That's right, what's the problem?"

Shaking his head in disorder, he got up with his arm:

"Just ask, and I'll leave it to you to catch the criminals. Media practitioners."

"The lucky number is 3!"

Fu Kuta couldn't wait to add.

Turning around at random steps, the emerald eyes opened slightly, and he frowned:

"After all, your inference is too arbitrary. I have found no other evidence related to 3 at all. Forget it."

He sighed, and the crowd automatically moved out of the passage, but Tomioka Yoshiyuki stood in the center like a stake, waiting for him to walk over.

Walking in disorder, he lightly invited the young man when he passed by:

"Officer Tomioka will take me to the door? We will cooperate in the future, so we can get acquainted with each other."

"..."

In the corridor, Tomioka's hand holding the knife would not relax for a moment.

"I thought I'd see the one with the silver mask from last time. What about the others?"

Tomioka's footsteps paused slightly, his stagnant eyes moved slightly.

"How do you know it's not me?"

He raised his chin arrogantly.

"Don't you think I exude the aura of a smart person? Those who will take the initiative to talk to me are usually of the same kind. You..."

He looked at the boy in haori at close range, his eyes rested on his knife for a while, and he grinned:

"It doesn't look very smart."

"..."

murderous look.

The murderous aura that filled the corridor made everyone shrink back.

The instigator was not ashamed. He walked to the door and waved back smartly.

"(I) is leaving, Officer Tomioka. If you need help, just ask. If the reward is right, I will consider it."

"..."

Luanbu tiptoed back to the ward, and bumped into Shu Tianyao who had been waiting for a long time.

This guy actually came, just in time.

The other party saw that he was dressed in normal clothes, and his black eyes flickered.

"Mr. Ranpo, I heard that you were diagnosed with a concussion. Did you leave the hospital so soon?"

Luanbu twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, took off his suit in front of him, and turned on the bed.

"No, of course not. The detective is just out for some fresh air."

A detective's headache returned as soon as his head touched the pillow.

He couldn't help but howl.

The sound of footsteps approaching behind him, without waiting for the chaotic steps to react, a pair of warm hands caressed his throbbing temples.

Ranbu's neck instinctively shrank.

"Don't move, Mr. Ranpo, let me give you a massage."

"...Thank you." Luanbu said dryly.

He is not used to having intimate behaviors with strangers, in order to ease the embarrassment, he began to chat with each other.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Shutian, do you have any idea about the motive of the prisoner?"

Shu Tianyao's hand paused almost invisibly.

"I don't know." He replied indifferently: "I heard that the morning news is pursuing the corruption case of the Minister of Finance recently."

"Oh, I've never defused a bomb to be honest. But when I saw the three leads, I thought I should be fine. Because three is my lucky number."

Edogawa Ranpo deliberately said in a cheerful tone, half-truth.

"...I hate that number."

"Huh? Why?"

What responded to him was the man's rapid breathing and sudden increased force on his temples.

Shu Tianyao seemed to be lost in thought, saw the situation in disorder, and took the opportunity to escape from his bondage.

The two looked at each other, and their dead black eyes were like thick fog trying to engulf the emerald's fire of wisdom.

A suffocating silence spread across the room.

Luanbu watched the changes quietly until Shutianyao unexpectedly grabbed a piece of gauze and forced him to look up.

The man's expressionless face gradually enlarged before the detective's eyes, and he was about to kiss his lips...

"What are you doing?"

Ranbu felt the murderous intent in Shu Tianyao's eyes flashed away, and let him go abruptly.

In an instant, Wu Mi appeared beside the bed.

He cast a condescending glance at the wounded detective, and reached back to tuck the loose gauze back.

"Producer Tsukihiko."

Shutian Haruka took a step back respectfully and nodded.

Turn a blind eye:

"Honey." He had a half-smile: "If you want to go out to breathe, you should tell the attending doctor first, and I was educated for 10 minutes."

"Honey?"

Suda's unbelievable eyes wandered between the two.

Wu Mi seemed to have just discovered the existence of the third party, and he rolled his eyelids lazily.

"Didn't I tell you, Kazuda. Ranpo Edogawa and I are in a relationship, otherwise how could he agree to be on my show? This guy always talks about himself as a famous detective who meets once in 50 years, so arrogant very."

Wu Mi frowned pretending to be disgusted, and rumpled her lover's messy short hair into a bird's nest.

"Am I right, Ranbu?"

Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes angrily:

"This detective has a headache."

"Oh, really? You still sneak out with a headache, you really are acting like a baby, then..."

Wu Mi raised Luanbu's face with the strength to crush the jawbone, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, faster than the wings of a hummingbird.

Ranbu: "..."

"I'll ask the doctor to get you some painkillers."

After all, Wu Mi didn't wait for Chaobu's reply, and left on his own.

It wasn't until one foot stepped out of the door that he turned around belatedly.

"Suda, what else do you want?"

"...No more, producer. I'll go with you."

Wu Hing pursed her lips, her tone was gentle and her expression was indifferent:

"I've quit my job, remember?"

Not long after Shu Tianyao left, he returned without a trace.

"Where's the painkiller?" Luanbu sat on the bed with a sleepy look: "You didn't go to get it at all, did you?"

"Do you think he wants to kiss you?"

"No, he's trying to kill me. Because of the hole in his forehead, it's just an emotional perversion."

Wuyou's cold snort slid past his ears, and Edogawa laughed silently in disorder:

"Can you get me a wet wipe, please, dear."

"What are you going to do?" Wu Mi frowned.

"Wiping your mouth, of course."

"..."

That night, when Luanbu was tossing and turning on the hospital bed due to a headache, a video was quietly circulated on the Internet...

The author has something to say: Yes, I double updated! ww