rambunctious lover

next day, seven o'clock

Drowsily chaotically sitting at the table, gnawing on some bread.

The bread is freshly baked with butter, golden and crispy, full of fragrance.

It was supposed to be a heart-warming breakfast, but Ranbu couldn't be happy at all.

He stared fixedly at Wu Mi's back, as if he was about to burn a hole.

"Excuse me, when will your TV station resume work?"

He, Edogawa Ranpo, as the pillar of Butei, was specially approved by the president not to clock in on time.

But since this guy moved back, he has been unmoved every day, and he was dragged out of bed abruptly at 06:30.

What is the law of heaven!He can't stand it!

Oni Wu Tsuji turned a deaf ear to the wailing in his heart.

"...Didn't you hear me?"

The detective's hoarse voice was mixed with sullenness, like a squirrel on the verge of going berserk at any time.

"Are you talking to me in that tone?"

Turning around without misery, the iconic red pupils slightly narrowed, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Isn't it because you didn't find the second bomb?"

He brings up old stories again.

Just one mouth breaks the detective's fragile psychological defense.

"...I won't eat."

Luanbu waved his hands and stood up, took out a napkin and wiped his mouth as if venting his anger.

Not long after, the skin around his lips turned red.

Wu Mi glanced at him calmly and calmly, without anger:

"Sit down and drink your milk."

"Don't drink, don't you think I can grow taller now?"

He is 26, too early for growth and development.

"Oh, so you have to tiptoe to get a hat from me. It's a shame."

"..."

Luanbu stuffed the remaining bread into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster eating.

At this moment, the sound of news was heard from the TV that he used as the background sound.

[The "Pinyu Ji in the Pot" art exhibition opened in Tokyo today.It is reported that the first batch of 2000 e-tickets at [-]:[-] were sold out as soon as they went online.Next, let this station...]

"boring."

"boring."

Luanbu and Wuyou said in unison.

The detective turned his head and raised his eyebrows mockingly:

"Aren't you the favorite exhibition?"

"Yes, but does that conflict with my distaste for this exhibit?"

Luanbu looked thoughtfully at his resisting appearance, and asked suspiciously for a moment:

"You don't happen to know the person who organized the exhibition, do you?"

Wuyou's cold eyes peered over.

"What do you want to go?"

"No." He shrugged, "I'm not interested in crowded places."

The scorching sun shone on Luanbu's back through the heavy curtains, and a smile slowly bloomed on his lips.

"You won't see me off today, right? Then I'll ask A-Dun to pick me up."

"He'll be here when you finish your milk."

"?"

"I contacted him when you were lying in bed."

Wu Mi's eyes fell on the untouched glass of milk in Ranbu's hand, he wiped the water from his fingertips, and said slowly:

"But I won't let you go until you finish your milk."

"..."

A moment later, Luanbu appeared at the door with a ferocious face, with milk stains on his lips.

"Um, good morning Mr. Ranpo."

Even a semi-natural type like Atsushi Nakajima can clearly feel the anger of Edogawa Ranpo.

Needless to say, it was the result of another quarrel with Mr. Tsukihiko.

In the final analysis, why Mr. Ranpo would live with a non-human with a dangerous factor is also an unsolved mystery.

Atsushi Nakajima felt that he couldn't understand the mystery, so he shook his head and forced a smile.

"Then let's go right away?"

He stared at him with chaotic bloodshot eyes, pursed his lips, passed by him without saying a word, and helped him pull up the shoulder belt hanging around his waist.

"Ah, much, thank you Mr. Ranpo. My overalls don't seem to fit well..."

Nakajima rubbed his hands together awkwardly and bowed.

No one paid any attention to him, Edogawa Ranpo had already gone away on his own.

"...Then we will take our leave..."

Atsushi Nakajima spoke to the empty entrance with a weak mosquito voice.

Huh, luckily I didn't see Mr. Yueyan today.

The gap in strength was too great, and every time he got close, he felt it was difficult to breathe.

"and many more."

The cold voice is like the mist in the forest, chasing after it inadvertently.

"...Do you have anything else to do, Mr. Tsukihiko?"

"I forgot to bring Edogawa Ranpo's things."

The ghost king handed over a transparent plastic umbrella expressionlessly.

"Uh, thank you, thank you. I'll carry it for Senior."

Atsushi Nakajima hastily turned around and wanted to escape, but before he could take a step with his left foot, he heard the person behind him casually say:

"If the clothes don't fit, it's better to change them, so as not to bother others all the time."

"..."

In the tram, Edogawa chattered in disorder.

"It's raining? How can it be raining? Aden, look at this sunny day."

That being said, he honestly put the transparent umbrella in his bag.

"I'd better take it myself. I'm sorry to trouble you all the time."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Atsushi Nakajima waved his hands again and again, and he was pushed around by the people around him without paying attention.

With great difficulty, he stood still with the help of Chaobu's arm, and the boy's fair face was filled with a lovely blush.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ranpo. By the way, have you heard about the exhibition that opens today? 'Pinyu Ji in the Pot'."

When it comes to this exhibition, the detective can't help but think of the argument about drinking milk in the morning.

He looked sleepy: "I know, what's the matter?"

"Ah, that. I heard that this exhibition is very popular. I wanted to join in the fun, but the tickets were sold out..."

"is it?"

That guy Wu Mi seems to know the artist who is developing.

"You really want to go?"

Edogawa raised his emerald green eyes lazily and asked in a random step.

"Yeah, can Mr. Ranpo get a ticket?"

The young man was eager to try, and the thin strap on his shoulders slipped off again due to his large movements.

"Probably, Yue Yan has a channel."

"...Then...well, forget it."

He suddenly didn't want to go.

At the same time, Ranpo Apartment

Wu Mi stared at the raindrops falling from the eaves with his hands behind his back.

"What's the matter with you, Tong Mo?"

The glass windows reflected the protruding peaks between the ghost king's brows.

He hated his subordinates showing up without being summoned.

If nothing important, he might...

Tong Mo covered her thin lips with a golden fan, and a smile surged in her colorful glazed eyes.

He slowly took out two pieces of paper from his pocket.

"My lord, have you heard about the art exhibition of Yuhu?"

"What do you want to say?"

"He specially prepared two tickets for you, saying that they are waiting for your arrival."

Wu Mi clenched her fists, and the sound of creaking old metal resounded through the living room.

"Tell him, it's better to find the whereabouts of the blue flower for me if you have this kind of time. If there is no news next month, I will chop his head off in public."

A suffocating coercion instantly filled every corner of the room.

"……Yes."

Tong Mo was prostrate on the ground, his forehead covered with fine sweat, but his smile remained unchanged.

"Then I will tear up these two tickets. It's a pity. I heard from the believers that it seems pretty good to go there for a date. So I gave the other ticket to someone who is interested recently."

"Dating?"

Wuqing's red eyes narrowed slightly.

"You actually like humans?"

Tong Mo boldly raised his head, his perennially compassionate pupils were full of doubts.

"What is it like?" He asked sincerely.

"...leave your ticket and get out."

"...Yes, Tong Mo is resigning."

Tong Mo, who runs the blissful sect with a capacity of 250 people in full swing, doesn't understand why the leader got angry for no reason.

Forget it, adults are always so uncertain, he is used to it.

Tong Mo straightened the hem of the kimono, and was about to disappear, when Wu Cang stopped him suddenly.

"Do you know why I put up with your nonsense all the time?"

"?"

"Because, chopping you up would make my house dirty."

It was too much trouble to clean up.

As soon as Ranpo and Nakajima got off the tram, it started to rain heavily.

The two huddled side by side under the small transparent umbrella, narrowly avoiding the fate of becoming a drowned rat.

Nakajima quietly tilted the umbrella towards Ranpo, and was amazed at the same time:

"Fortunately, Mr. Yueyan is prepared. However, I clearly read the weather forecast in advance, and I didn't say it will rain today? Is Mr. Yueyan also more sensitive in this regard?"

"……To shut up."

Edogawa Ranpo was unhappy.

Anything that makes him realize that Wu Mi is better than himself can instantly destroy his good mood.

After a while, the two walked into the Butei building.

Nakajima wiped the rain from his hair and sneezed softly.

Before the two of them reached the door of the detective agency, the fiery discussions inside rushed into their ears.

It was Naomi Tanizaki's voice.

"Did you grab the ticket for the jade pot exhibition?"

Ranpo and Nakajima looked at each other, seeing the latter rubbing his wet hair embarrassingly.

He pushed the door in.

"morning."

The voice of greeting is also a little lower because of the rainy day.

"Good morning, Ranpo-san. Good morning, Aton. It's raining outside, how about Naomi bringing you a cup of hot tea?"

"Thank you Naomi (Miss)."

Edogawa Ranbu sat in his seat, resting his chin on his hand, drowsy.

Five minutes later, Kunikida, who was writing at his desk, raised his head from the pile of documents.

He lifted the gold-rimmed mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, glanced at the clock on the wall, and turned to Edogawa Ranpo.

"Mr. Ranpo has been coming earlier and earlier recently."

"..."

Luanbu has no interface.

Kunikida was so serious that he couldn't judge whether this sentence was admiration or sarcasm.

While thinking, Tanizaki Naomi approached with steaming tea.

"Mr. Ranpo, your tea."

"Thank you."

Although he thinks that this kind of downpour weather, no one will come to consult.It's also cool to sleep with a salary.

"Naomi Naomi, I want a cup too."

Edogawa followed the prestige randomly, and the one who caught his eyes was of course Junichiro Tanizaki.

In the entire detective agency, no one except him would talk to Naomi in such a pitiful tone.

I saw the orange-haired boy lying on the table, and the horrific Wuqing in front of him allowed him to directly cosplay a certain country's national treasure.

"Think beautifully!"

Naomi turned around, her long black hair drew a beautiful arc in the air, almost knocking over the hot tea in Ranpo's hand.

"... What happened again?"

With a conscience of heaven and earth, Ranbu didn't really want to know, it was just because of the sight of Junichiro calling for help.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Naomi hugged his arm suddenly, wanting to confide.

"Mr. Ranpo, listen to what Naomi said. The guy said yesterday that he would buy tickets for the Jade Pot Exhibition for Naomi, so Naomi fell asleep peacefully. Do you know what happened in the end!"

Ranbu pondered for a moment: "Did Junichiro fall asleep too?"

"Yes!"

Tanizaki Naomi stomped her feet angrily.

Luanbu looked at the slightly trembling ground, and couldn't help worrying whether the neighbors downstairs would come to complain later.

"But since Junichiro also stayed up for a long time, Naomi will forgive him, right?"

After all, I heard that the colleague's bedtime is 10:30 in the evening.

"..."

Several people were at a stalemate, Kunikida said in his hidden angry voice:

"Osamu Dazai is late again, dare to arrive later than Mr. Ranpo."

Ranbu: "..."

So, was Kunikida really mocking him just now?

In the next second, Osamu Dazai pushed the door and entered at the end of his words.

"Good morning, everyone~"

Kunikida: "It's almost noon."

At this time, the hands of the clock point to 9:50.

Ranpo: "Dazai, did you practice some new death method this morning?"

Osamu Dazai smiled when he heard that, and looked at him across Ranbu's messy desk.

"Not really. But I'm about to have a new idea for suicide."

After he finished speaking, he shook the paper ticket on his hand.

Tanizaki Naomi narrowed her eyes and rushed forward in three steps.

"Mr. Dazai, isn't this the exhibition ticket for "Jade Pot"? Why do you have it? Is it paper?"

"Oh~ Tong Mo gave it."

"Tongmo?"

In front of Ranpo's eyes, there was a man who always wore a kimono, held a folding fan, and had a smile on his lips, leisurely and contented.

In short, it is a completely different existence from Ghost Mai Tsuji.

Naomi didn't speak, and the earnestness in her eyes explained everything.

Luanbu had no doubts, in this situation, all she lacked was a handkerchief she was biting into her mouth.

"Do you want Naomi?"

Osamu Dazai asked kindly, with a clear voice.

"……is it okay?"

"Yes, yes, but I only have one."

He frowned, with regret at the end of his eyes, and a smile on his lips.

"..."

Tanizaki Naomi's eyes staged various emotions in turn.

Longing, struggle and anxiety.

Silence spread over time.

Until her beautiful black eyes fell silent.

The girl lowered her head, frustrated but determined:

"Forget it, if I can't go with my good-for-nothing brother, then I still won't go!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and ran into the tea room, leaving everyone with a stubborn back.

A gust of wind blew by, and Junichiro, who was slumped in his seat, disappeared without a trace.

Nakajima: "A touching brother-sister relationship."

Kunikida: "Naomi is a good girl."

Ranpo gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Dazai, you once again resolved the conflict between the Tanizaki brothers and sisters."

Although this kind of thing may happen ten times a day.

Dazai was noncommittal.

"But then again, what's so good about this art exhibition?"

The appearance of the people around talking is very similar to the scene of Makabe Makoto's bizarre death.

follow suit?

Osamu Dazai lay comfortably on the sofa, resting his hands on the back of his head.

"Haven't Mr. Ranpo heard of it? 'The Cursed Jade Pot', how strange. I think that if you die under a curse, your name will surely go down in history, right?"

"..."

dinner time

Edogawa Ranpo and Wu Mi sat opposite each other, and the news was still broadcasting the overcrowded scene on the first day of development.

The famous detective bit his chopsticks, recalling the conversation with the detective agency.

"Hey, Wu Mi. Do you know the person who started this development?"

The ghost king stopped the action of picking up vegetables, his expression was indifferent:

"What do you want to do?"

"Hmm..." Luanbu hesitated to speak, "Forget it, it's fine."

It's really hard to get him to ask Yuriko for help.

Wu Mi sized him up for a while, then walked into the bedroom without saying a word.

It didn't take long to go back and forth, and there were two more paper tickets in my hand that seemed familiar to me.

"you want to go?"

"You really know each other?"

"I asked if you want to go?"

"Anyway, we are not very interested in this kind of exhibition. It just so happens that I have a colleague who wants to go..."

Before the conversation was over, Edogawa leaned over half of the table in random steps.

As soon as his hands touched the two precious notes, he was held down forcefully by Kimai Tsuji.

"hiss-"

The detective let out a cry of pain.

He witnessed a strange sense of pleasure gradually creeping up the corners of Wu Mi's eyes and brows, and after a while even those red pupils filled with anger all the year round were filled with a smile.

The Ghost King approached him until the capillaries were clearly visible, and said word by word:

"Ranpo Edogawa, you really don't understand the world at all. I... my friend personally sent the ticket, if he passed it on to someone else, what would he think?"

In fact, no matter how he dealt with these two pieces of rubbish, Yuhu dared not complain.

But Wu Mi did not intend to tell the whole story.

Edogawa has a very high IQ, but his social skills are close to zero.

Whenever it comes to this field, most of them become clumsy and tongue-tied.

"Let go," he said dryly.

Spilled on his face, the breath that belonged to Onimai Tsuji made his whole body scald hot.

"Ah."

Wu Mi easily took the tickets from him.

"This Sunday, come with me."

he said without a doubt.

"Why don't you find someone else? Don't your colleagues also rest?"

Luanbu counted the rice grains in the bowl.

"For the next week, you can sleep until 08:30 and go to work."

Ranbu's eyes moved slightly: "Let me think about it."

"...I won't force you to drink milk anymore."

"!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the man opposite, his emerald eyes reflected the radiance.

"Really! The detective book will be reluctant to go with you."

"Well, you won't grow taller anyway."

"..."

hateful!

The appointment arrived as scheduled.

As Onimai Tsuji expected, the weather was fine and overcast.

He dragged his sleepy eyes to the venue.

Because of the previous bombing, many people recognized the two of them, and they received countless pointers along the way.

Lord Ghost King was in a bad mood, and when he saw his arms scrambling like a puddle of mud, the anger rolling in his body became even more raging.

He ignored the long queue and went straight to the front.

As soon as the tickets were presented, the staff nodded and bowed respectfully to welcome them in.

This is also a matter of course, otherwise he might let that idiot Yuhu die without a place to bury him.

"Wake up, Edogawa Ranpo."

Wu Mi slapped the famous detective on the bright forehead.

His eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bright liquid on his shoulder.

"..."

Ranbu reluctantly opened his eyes, and what he saw were pots of various shapes.

Adhering to the swim bladder, it appears to be made of fish bones.

Without exception, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Ranbu muttered in a low voice: "What kind of art is this?"

A few words fell into Wu Mi's ears, and he agreed with them very much.

For more than 100 years, Onimai Tsuji has never been able to understand the taste of jade pots.

Unexpectedly, this guy has become a famous artist in modern times.

It can be seen that among human beings, there are not a few people with abnormal brain circuits.

Humph.

Even so, he still glared at Ranbu fiercely, warning:

"shut your mouth."

"Oh……"

Chao Wucan wrinkled his nose unconvinced.

At this moment, footsteps approached from behind the two.

"Oh, it really is Mr. Ranpo."

"Osamu Dazai."

Edogawa replied casually, as if he had expected to meet him here.

"And Mr. Tong Mo, thank you for visiting me in the hospital last time."

Tong Mo shook the golden fan lightly, looking more kind than usual.

At least the faint and alienated smile in his eyes was a little more real.

"Who is this……?"

"Oh, Yue Yan. Recently, I live and eat for free at my house."

Wu Mi stretched out his hand: "Meet you for the first time."

The leader of Bliss had a half-smile, "It's our first meeting, Tong Mo."

Edogawa Ranpo's probing eyes wandered between the two.

An indescribable strangeness welled up in my heart.

Didn't Tong Mo see Yue Yan in the video that made a lot of noise a few days ago?

He smiled nonchalantly:

"What a coincidence, you didn't line up either?"

Tong Mo: "Since we met, why don't we visit together?"

Ranpo and Dazai naturally had no objection, Wu Mi was silent for a moment and agreed.

However, the detective subconsciously felt that he was holding back unexplained anger.

The four went straight to the legendary "cursed jade pot".

There was already a crowd of people there, and Ren Edogawa Ranbu couldn't see the true face of the jade pot no matter how much he stood on tiptoe.

"Tsk. That's why I hate crowded places."

he said indignantly.

As soon as the words fell, a man in a black cloak in front turned his head, and his calm eyes became turbulent after he saw the four of them clearly.

A blush quickly flooded his cheeks, which was incompatible with his cold appearance.

The man stammered and said:

"Mr... Mr. Dazai?"

The author has something to say: This article is also known as: "The Day when Twelve Ghost Moons Come True" hhh