rambunctious lover

My name is Hanaido, and I am a detective.

What reminded me of my identity was the woman in front of me—Jiaelu, who unfortunately has become a dead body.

The purpose of my trip is to unravel the mystery of her death.

I looked around and my eyes fixed on a one-legged woman.

"Please repeat your relationship with these women in the room."

The woman flicked the wavy hair of her shawl, pretending to be coquettish:

"sisters."

"Sister?" I raised my eyebrows in noncommittal.

The seven women in the room have different facial features, and there is no resemblance.

The one-legged woman ignored my doubts, and jumped towards the dead body of Kaelyu by the fireplace like a curious rabbit.

Hey, hey, hey.

Every time she jumped, the ice surface under my feet trembled. I hesitated for a while and opened my mouth and said:

"Can I trouble you to move more lightly?"

I can't swim if I fall.

Yes, besides the name, the only memory I have left is that I can't swim.

The woman turned her head, and her wavy hair drew a beautiful arc in the air.

She smiled confidently: "It's okay, I'm very skilled..."

Before the words fell, the woman's foot slipped.

"oops-"

As she screamed, my fragile heart flew into my throat.

Being a gentleman, I subconsciously reached out to help her, and it turned out...

"hiss!"

My knees suddenly fell to the ground, and I slid freely on the slippery ice for a while, and stopped beside Jiaai Liu impartially.

"... What I hate the most is the song "Masquerade Ball" by the youth team, their exaggerated ending pose, you know?"

The women stared at my flushed face with the same message in their eyes:

What a man of staid taste.

I stopped talking, and to hide my embarrassment, I lowered my head and carefully inspected Jiaelu's body.

This look actually made me have a new discovery.

I waved to the green-haired girl in the corner: "Please help me up, thank you."

She was the strongest person in the room, and the waistcoat line was clearly visible under the midriff-baring dress.

The green-haired woman's single arm reluctantly slipped through my creaking hole and dragged me from the ground.

"I have a new discovery." I proudly announced.

"what?"

The one-legged curly woman glanced at me casually, and then straightened her appearance against the transparent ice surface.

I stared at her reproachfully.

The woman noticed my gaze and smiled without shame:

"Don't you think it's very convenient, Mr. Detective? You don't even need a mirror."

"Oh." I snorted coldly.

This modal particle seems to be used by someone very close to me, but I can't remember it.

Let him go.

"What did you find?" the green-haired girl urged.

I thank you again, pausing for a few seconds on her tanned skin.

"You'll know in a while."

"cut."

I limped to the fireplace and took the fire chopsticks from the burning logs.

"oops-"

Inhalation sounded one after another behind him.

"Isn't it hot?"

The woman with chestnut hair and tear mole nearby exclaimed.

I unconsciously glanced at her empty clothes, and sighed countless times that a person can live without a belly cavity.

By the way, her skin is as white as frost snow.

"It's not hot."

I pretended to be calm, but I was actually shocked by this fact.

If there is no flame in the fireplace, then why don't we feel cold at all?

I decided to ignore this crucial clue for the time being, and walked slowly to Jiaairu.

"Look carefully, there is a subtle color difference on her body."

I used chopsticks to write a "1" on her left leg, and a "2" on her right leg...and so on, marking a total of "7".

And the woman in the room happens to be "7", what does this mean?

I grinned at everyone:

"The deceased seems to be pieced together from the incomplete parts of everyone."

I straightened the beret on my head, and made a solemn conclusion:

"Mystery solved! The murderer is someone who is flawed or dissatisfied with himself. That's why he pursues 'perfection' in this way."

The women in the room clapped their hands one after another, I raised my chin proudly, and my unfinished words were drowned in the applause...

Baigui stared at the detective on the screen and smiled angrily.

Edogawa Ranpo, a genius in the reasoning world.

You can turn the crime scene into a stage for your own personal show at any time.

He said in a deep voice: "Search Sayuri's social circle, and pay attention to people with physical defects."

Subordinates: "Yes."

Wakaka, who is in charge of reasoning, can't wait to jump out:

"Jiaai Liu's face was scratched, which may be a projection of the suspect's dissatisfaction with his appearance."

Baigui: "Ruolu! How many times have I said it, don't make assumptions. Every piece of evidence in the killing intent world has equal value."

When he heard Ruolu's apology as thin as a mosquito, he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction:

"Be careful not to use common sense to judge. The suspect's appearance may be impermanent with ordinary people, or even superior."

Yu Erzhong's eyelids drooped, and he added slowly:

"It is best to pay attention to the background of the suspect, whether there has been an arson/fire case."

The reasoning of Jingduan members came to an end. Baigui was about to step away from the cockpit when he suddenly heard Dongxiang's exclamation:

"Chief Baigui! I can't see the chaos!"

Baigui's eyes froze, and he looked back at the screen in disbelief.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if a blizzard was coming...

A moment ago, Infinity City

Monthly meeting.

Women's clothes are so condescending, and Twelve Ghost Moon's submissive backs have not been able to quench the anger in his chest.

"Another month has passed, and there is still no news of the blue flower I want. I can't help but doubt everyone..."

"Hey-"

A small groan/groan interrupted Wu Mi's lecture, and his sharp eyes quickly locked on the instigator.

"Luo Ji, what's your opinion?"

Wu Mi waited for a while, only to see Luo Ji with her head down, her thin body trembling uncontrollably.

The ghost king impatiently stepped down from the high platform, and without further words, his subordinates gave way to a passage.

"You didn't hear me..."

Before she finished speaking, Luo Ji fell to the ground with a thump and rolled on the spot.

While holding her head, she wailed:

"My lord, my head...is about to split!"

Wu Mi coldly looked at the tormented oiran, and broke her neck with a sneer.

"Don't try to get my attention with such a stupid trick! It's not the first time you have."

Hot blood splashed onto Tong Mo's folding fan, and he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it off.

With a miserable glance: "Tong Mo, are you dissatisfied? Huh?"

Tong Mo spread his fan and laughed lightly as if nothing had happened:

"How could it be, Lord Wu Mi. The blood of Luo Ji is your blood. I am going to carry this handkerchief in my bosom and treasure it at all times."

Wu Mi frowned: "..."

The contemporary ghost king decided to ignore his subordinates with abnormal brain circuits. He looked at the screaming head in his hand.

"My lord, Luo Ji did not lie. It really seems that someone is in my head..."

Blood mixed with tears rolled down from her eyes, and the flower tattoos on her cheeks were even more delicate.

Wuyou narrowed her red eyes slightly: Could it be the Ghost Killing Squad?

He casually threw Luo Ji's head aside, and called out expressionlessly:

"Nightmare, come here!"

Nightmare, the ghost of sleep, is good at creating beautiful illusions that lead people to sink.

One of the last strings was like waking up from a dream, and he walked slowly to the boss and knelt down.

"Respected Lord Wu Mi, may I ask you ~ what ~ what ~ order ~ order?"

Wu Mi was startled by his aria and his heart skipped a beat.

He settled down and released the coercion:

"I want you to use the blood ghost technique to put Fallen Princess into a deep sleep."

Nightmare: "Follow~Order~"

All the ghosts have nothing to do with themselves, hanging high.

Only Luo Ji's brother, the prostitute Taro, was eager to protect his sister, and he hugged Wu Mi's trouser legs, begging:

"My lord, I heard that the illusion of nightmares cannot be broken unless one is determined. Fallen Princess..."

He cast a sideways glance at him without mercy, and kicked him away mercilessly.

"The sixth of the dignified string, if you can't even do this kind of trivial matter, what is it worth to me?"

Luo Ji had just pressed her head back to her neck, and she was looking at the mirror at the moment to take care of her pretty face, when she heard this, she rushed up madly, pushed the prostitute away, and knelt down devoutly in front of Wu Mi.

"Master Wu Mi, don't listen to my brother's nonsense..."

She lowered her head, wishing she could kiss the toe of Wu Mi's shoe.

Seeing this, the ghost king smiled, bent down and lifted Luo Ji's chin, and looked into her panicked pupils.

"I suspect that the Ghost Killing Squad is spying on your thoughts. In order to prevent us from revealing our whereabouts, I have to wrong you. Fallen Princess—"

Wu Mi called her name in a low voice, and asked word by word:

"Are you letting me down?"

The turbulent love overwhelmed Luo Ji, she nodded, her flowery lips whispered:

"I... I will not let you down, Lord Wu Mi!"

Before she finished speaking, she fell into a coma under Nightmare's blood ghost technique.

Onimai Tsuji wiped his bloody fingers indifferently, and never looked at her again.

Oh, what a deceitful idiot.

The warm sunshine shone on Luanbu, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up.

"Where is this place?"

His eyes wandered around, and he suddenly smiled happily.

There is no doubt that this is his and Yuriko's love nest.

Speaking of lily...

The man touched the bed that had been cold for a long time, and curled his lips helplessly:

"What an overly hardworking fiancée."

Just thinking about it, the door opened.

Yuriko, who was wearing a black kimono, appeared in the field of vision, and when she saw the man in the room clearly, her expression twitched briefly.

Before he could speak, he walked around barefoot, and hugged his beloved in his arms in two or three steps.

"Good morning Lily, you look so pretty in the sun."

The man said while offering a good morning kiss.

boom-

In just a second, Luanbu was pushed away by Yuriko forcefully, and fell into a squatting position.

Bai Hezi took a deep breath, narrowed her plum red vertical pupils, and smiled half-smile:

"Edogawa Ranpo, have you brushed your teeth yet?"

Luanbu's nose twitched, he stared at his fiancée aggrievedly, and suddenly remembered a crucial question.

"Wait, aren't you transgender?"

The author has something to say: Push my [advance receipt]

"What should I do if the lord is too popular? "

One day, Yashiki discovered that the goodwill of others can prolong life.Since then, he has embarked on the road of becoming a bosom brother.

System: Do you listen to Tomioka's troubles of "being hated"?

Ubuyashiki: Of course.

System: Did you die in love with the Bandage Monster?

Ubuyashiki: ...OK.

System: Do you poach the Patriarch of Bliss?

Ubuyashiki:?

Until, the system:

The current character's favorability for you exceeds the standard, please decide carefully whether to accept the confession.If you choose wrong, you will be killed directly.

My lord:? ? ?

Interested little angels welcome to collect!