rambunctious lover

After a while, Luanbu appeared swaggeringly.

"Why are you wearing a suit?"

As soon as he went out, he heard Wu Mi's questioning, and there was a clear dislike in his words.

"Isn't it your fault? Da, Ying, Xiong."

Luanbu approached with hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes and sniffed at the man.

"You just went to the hospital." He said decisively, "Fortunately, the detective slipped away quickly."

He raised his head, facing the flash of anger in Shang Wucan's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Who do you think you are talking to?" Wu Mi's low voice was threatening.

"Tsk."

Luanbu straightened his waist slowly, and looked up and down at the arrogant ghost king in front of him.

"I think your hat matches my suit well, can you lend me to wear it?"

Although it was in a negotiating tone, before Wu Mi could answer, Ranbu had already tiptoed and put the iconic white hat on his head.

"..."

As Ranpo expected, Wu Mi's hat was indeed too big for him.

Even a slight shake of the head may shake it to the ground.

Luanbu didn't care, anyway, it was just borrowed temporarily.

The anger on Wu Mi's face seemed to intensify, and his perennially pale face was also stained with a bit of blush.

"You look good today, my dear."

Luanbu smiled as if nothing had happened, stretched out his hand to smooth his messy hair, and then put on the camel beret "on one's feet".

After finishing all this, the detective skipped forward.

After walking a few steps, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, so he had to look back again.

"Why are you still standing there? You don't expect me to deal with reporters?"

It was impossible to deal with reporters. Putting aside his social distaste, if he suddenly fell into the crowd of reporters today, he might not even have a bone left.

……

When the two of them were gone, a brown figure came out of the toilet through the window, and disappeared in an instant.

The dessert shop was crowded with reporters who heard the news.

"Here comes the chaotic steps!"

I don't know who yelled first, and the entertainment reporters rushed forward like crazy.

"Mr. Ranpo, have you watched the video on the Internet?"

"Mr. Ranpo, why did you leave the two people in the building and escape alone?"

"Mr. Ranpo..."

There was an eerie silence within the encirclement, like the last peace before a volcano erupts.

A second, a minute or a century has passed.

The man in the center suddenly roared:

"I'm not Edogawa Ranpo!"

The "victim" raised his head, and his slightly restrained red pupils were full of murderous intent.

Reporters, look at me and I will look at you.

What's going on here?

Which rookie screamed without realizing it?

They made an oolong mess.

The reporters suppressed the complaints in their hearts, looked around, and saw Ranpo Edogawa wolfing down a cold drink at a table by the window.

"Oh, how could you recognize the wrong person?"

The instigator smiled at everyone, his white teeth gleamed, and there was a little fresh strawberry cream on the tip of his nose.

"...your nose."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said blankly.

But the clenched fists in the sleeves revealed the eagerness in his heart.

Why does this guy get food everywhere?

Does Mr. Dazai really want to be with this kind of person?

"Huh? Is there something on my nose?"

Luanbu took the mobile phone on the table, took a photo on the screen, and then in front of everyone, rubbed the cream on the tip of his nose with his fingertips and stuffed it into his mouth.

Akutagawa: "..."

No misery: "..."

The reporters who were being tricked finally came to their senses.

They regained their morale and flocked to the small table.

"Mr. Ranpo..."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't have a napkin at hand, so he took the one from Akutagawa across the street.

He wiped his mouth slowly, then cleared his throat:

"Everyone, the video on the Internet is just the tip of the iceberg of the truth. In fact, after the bomb was discovered, I immediately notified my friend Mr. Yue Yan to evacuate the people in the building, and I troubled him to call the police. As for the bomb, it was also Yue Yan Voluntarily asked to disassemble it on my behalf. Do you think so?"

He looked at Wu Mi from a distance across the crowd.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, obscure.

What's certain, though, is that he wasn't too happy.

Luanbu shrugged innocently and sighed:

"In short, that's what happened. I think that apart from the concussion of the detective, there were no other casualties in this explosion. It was the result of my joint efforts with everyone."

Intentionally or not.

The unconvincing white hat fell slowly against the tail of the chaotic steps, and the bandage around his head was fully exposed.

The reporters looked at each other, as if they were persuaded by the detective's fluent words.

They are all practitioners who have been immersed in the media industry for many years, and everyone knows that it is not good to be indifferent to this issue.

They changed the subject tacitly.

"So, Mr. Ranpo, do you have any clues about the suspect in the bombing?"

The hand that was stirring the cold drink in disorder stopped, and he raised his head, his emerald eyes resting on Akutagawa's body for a while.

"This is..."

A detective hesitated to speak in an inaudible voice.

"Huh? Mr. Ranpo, what did you just say?"

"Mr. Ranpo..."

The reporters pushed and shoved, almost squeezing Akutagawa into a thin piece of paper.

The No. [-] mad dog in Hong Kong and Black finally couldn't take it anymore.

With a "pop", countless reddish black whips emerged from under Akutagawa's cloak.

These whips seem to have a sense of self, and without a word, they rolled up a few of the most chattering reporters, opened the door rudely, and threw the guy who was in the way out.

Immediately, howling everywhere.

The rest of the reporters who had escaped the catastrophe turned blue, their legs and feet were weak, and they consciously moved one meter away.

"Get out."

Long Zhijie growled without turning his head.

"Then, Mr. Ranpo, next time we will..."

"I don't like saying the same thing a second time."

"..."

A few seconds later, as if a typhoon had passed through, there were only Akutagawa, Ranbu and Wumi left in the lobby.

"Thank you, Akutagawa-kun."

Akutagawa raised his head, staring at Ranpo Edogawa with a clear face.

"You used me."

So when the reporter made a mistake with the interviewee, he deliberately ran back to strike up a conversation with him.

Ranpo made a face at Akutagawa and gave a thumbs up:

"I didn't expect Akutagawa to become smarter after a few days. No wonder even Dazai looks at you with admiration."

"..."

silence.

An awkward silence spread between the two.

Luanbu didn't seem to notice, and continued to eat the Buffy that he had stirred into a milkshake long ago.

"...Mr. Dazai, do you really mean that?"

Ranpo nodded solemnly: "Of course."

Thus, he witnessed the process of the blush from Akutagawa's neck all the way to his entire face.

This guy is kind of cute.

It would be nice if you can poach a character to come to Butei.

A similar thought flashed through Ranbu's heart again.

"Then that's it for today, Akutagawa-kun. Thank you for not killing me."

The detective stood up and bowed slightly to Akutagawa, and the hat he had put on for a short time fell off again.

This time it was even worse, and it happened to be stained with strawberry cream on the table.

Well, the air pressure on Wu Mi who is close at hand seems to be even lower.

Luanbu smiled triumphantly.

"If Akutagawa-kun needs to inquire about Dazai, you can come to me. The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring."

"...No need."

After saying this, Akutagawa hurriedly got up and left like avoiding the plague.

Luanbu stared at his back, silently pursing his lips.

"What a simple guy, don't you think Tsukihiko?"

Wu Mi did not know when it was approaching.

At this time, he was holding the mobile phone that Luanbu put on the table, looking at it majestically.

"How come there are so many other people's selfies in your photo album?"

"Oh, my colleague Osamu Dazai. It's only necessary for handling the case."

"Humph."

Wumi threw the phone back into Luanbu's arms indifferently, seeing him frantically answering it, she couldn't help but twitch her lips and snort.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the white hat stained with strawberry cream in disgust and walked towards the door.

Ranpo didn't pay much attention, because he found that Dazai's selfies on his phone were gone.

"..."

The detective pursed his lips, it was obvious who did this.

He raised his eyes and returned without a trace.

"Where's the hat?" He asked suspiciously, "Could it be..."

"I threw it away."

Luanbu heard the words with his head down, his bangs covered his expression, only the shrug of his shoulders could be seen through at a glance.

Wu Mi stared at him, feeling secretly refreshed.

Anything that can hit Luanpo's self-esteem, he is happy.

For a moment, the famous detective raised his head and laughed so hard that his branches trembled.

"I always forgot to say that I also threw away your 20 suit."

"..."

"It was after being attacked by Xiang Kai."

"...Edogawa, Ranpo!"

Standing on the steps, Luan Bu easily put his hand on Wu Mi's shoulder.

"Let's go, I have to go back to the hospital to fetch water."

"……let go."

The two walked side by side for a long distance, and the sound of arguing was still clearly audible.

"Speaking of which, should you treat me to dinner?"

"Why should I treat you to dinner?"

"Of course it's because your director invited you back again."

"How do you know..."

"You're asking such stupid questions again Yuriko, by the way, can you please move out of my house?"

"..."

That night, when the news came that Haruka Suda was arrested for obstructing public safety, Ranpo Edogawa was eating snacks and watching his children's special drama "Princess Superman".

Onimai Tsuji Mumi, who had just taken a shower, passed in front of the TV and saw a pile of packaging bags on the coffee table, his temples throbbed.

He took a deep breath, with a half-smile:

"Actually, I've seen the actor who played Princess Superman."

"! Is it a cute girl?"

"I'll tell you when you pack up the damn snacks."

After half an hour,

Wu Cang showed a group photo with a guest on her phone.

Luanbu's unbelievable wailing resounded throughout the apartment:

"What! Princess Superman is actually a man of five big and three thick!"

At that moment, a piece of exhibit information titled "The Cursed Jade Pot" slid across the TV.

The author has something to say: Princess Superman: from "Ace Attorney 1"

After the reporter's interview video was posted online, Akutagawa Ryunosuke made his idol debut hhh

I'm still wondering whether to let a strange thief come to play ww