rambunctious lover

"Silver is gone."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said, his pale face flushed with eagerness.

He covered his lips and coughed several times.

"Well, I guessed it."

Rather, he had a premonition the moment he saw Akutagawa.

Even the suspects have been roughly identified.

But to be cautious, it is better to go to the scene of the crime to investigate.

"It's not too late, please take me to the last place where Miss Yin appeared."

"Ah."

Akutagawa responded in a low voice, and strode forward.

After a while, the man didn't hear the following footsteps, and turned his head anxiously, only to find that the random steps were still in place, and he was struggling to move while holding his waist.

"..."

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and Luanbu smiled awkwardly:

"Akutagawa-kun, if you don't mind, can you come and help me?"

Akutagawa naturally felt that he was walking around without saying a word.He looked at the famous detective's legs that seemed to be unsteady, and an untimely question came to his mind.

What did Ranpo Edogawa do last night?

The two hurried to the small apartment that Yin rented.

Not to mention the gaudy decorations in the eight stacked space, there is not even a single piece of extra furniture.

Edogawa Ranpo was amazed, but his room was more "girly" in comparison.

After all, there is a "Princess Superman" doll on the bedside that only Onimai Tsuji hates.

Gee.

Thinking of Wu Mi, Luanbu's expression twisted instantly.

"... Mr. Ranpo, do you have any thoughts?"

Akutagawa, who followed him step by step, asked cautiously.

Oops, distracted.

Luanbu pretended to be playing with the beret on his head, and coughed:

"Well, of course, of course."

His sharp eyes quickly locked on the small dark area/area on the tatami.

"According to the layout of the room, Miss Yin should be a very clean person. But there is a water stain here, which seems unreasonable."

So, the suspect is indeed...

Ranbu thought of the weird goldfish swimming in the pot in the exhibition hall, and couldn't help shaking.

A detective cares more about another thing than the obvious culprit.

"Is Miss Yin's assassination technique worthy of a reputation in Hong Kong and gangsters?"

He asked without looking back, looking around.

Ryunosuke was silent for a moment, as if evaluating as objectively as possible.

"……certainly."

Two simple words, even if said in a gentle tone, the pride for my sister is still self-evident.

Ranbu frowned.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has high standards and strict requirements for himself and others.

The quickness of Yin's knife gesture in the exhibition hall also proves this point.

but……

This is what makes shuffle tricky.

Because, there was no trace of a fight in the room.

After rationally ruling out the speculation that Yin was drugged, there is only one possibility left.

That is-

"It seems that the opponent's strength is far above Yin."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said pretending to be calm, his Adam's apple rolled inadvertently, but his worry was clearly revealed.

Edogawa Ranpo is not good at comforting others.

He pursed his lips, suppressed the urge to sigh, and patted Akutagawa's shoulder.

"I already know the suspect, let's act tonight."

"Tonight?" Akutagawa clenched his fists when he heard this, with a killing intent that couldn't be ignored.

"Why not now?"

"Just trust me."

Of course it is because it is difficult to see ghosts in broad daylight.

After bidding farewell to Akutagawa, Ranpo slowly climbed to the floor where Butei was.

Before entering the door, laughter filled my ears.

The famous detective's emerald eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised an arc of "under control".

Good guy, the prey always comes automatically.

Luanbu took a deep breath, pushed the door open with a smile on his face and entered.

"Good morning."

"Mr. Ranpo, you are late today."

Kunikida, who was speaking, raised his head from the pile of documents, and solemnly pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Ranbu glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's just after 09:30.

Damn Onimai Tsuji, making it a crime for him to be late as a matter of course.

He pursed his lips and looked at the visitors surrounded by the crowd.

The first thing that catches the eye is the golden iron fan. With the flip of the owner's wrist, the lotus patterns on it come alive.

Well, like that creepy goldfish.

"Mr. Tong Mo is here again? Is the teaching relatively quiet recently?"

He joked half-truthfully.

Tong Mo, the legendary Patriarch of Ultimate Bliss, of course stood near Osamu Dazai again.

"Ah, Mr. Ranpo. You seem to be sweating profusely. Is it hot outside?"

No, his sweating has nothing to do with the weather.

It was purely that climbing the stairs made him, whose legs were trembling today, feel worse than death, that's all.

Osamu Dazai opened his sleepy eyes, as if disgusted:

"Mr. Ranpo is right, you can go."

"...Even Dazai..."

Tong Mo covered his lips with a fan, and there was artificial sadness in his colorful glazed eyes.

He bent down and pulled Dazai's sleeve lying on the sofa.

"Good Dazai, why don't you listen to the troubles of the believers for me. My ears are calloused."

"Okay."

Dazai stared at the fingers on his bandages.

"If you don't mind if I let your followers accompany me to die in love, by the way, I remember that there are many beautiful women in your followers, right?"

As Osamu Dazai was talking, he seemed to be excited and jumped up from the sofa.

"...Don't even think about it."

Tong Mo pulled it unintentionally, and Dazai's bandages fell off.

But the instigator wore a victorious smile and swayed away with his wooden clogs.

The famous detective passed by the godfather who was walking to the door, feeling the other party's eyes rest on his neck for a few seconds, and smiled clearly.

"Mr. Ranpo, has the wound healed yet?"

"..."

Of course the wound healed.

This time, what Edogawa Ranpo needs to cover up is something else.

Tong Mo didn't get annoyed when he didn't get an answer, he lightly waved his golden fan and stepped out of the detective agency's gate.

A detective finds an excuse to go downstairs to buy coffee, and catches up with Tong Mo before he disappears.

"Mr. Ranpo, what's the matter?"

The patriarch's exquisite facial features were full of doubts.

"Thank you for the exhibition ticket, the one we went to yesterday."

"..."

Tong Mo didn't speak for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a line warily.

Luanbu chuckled when he saw this:

"Don't be surprised, Mr. Tong Mo. Lovers should always be more frank."

He raised his neck, intentionally or unintentionally showing the Strawberry Bundy.

"Actually, I have a request."

"……what?"

"My friend's sister seems to have been taken away by your fellow artist, can I trouble you to bring it back?"

"Why should I help you?"

Luanbu smiled as if nothing had happened:

"It's okay not to help, but I might accidentally reveal your identity to Dazai."

"...you threatened me?"

The sudden killing intent from the Patriarch of Bliss made the surrounding air heavy.

But Edogawa Ranpo is not even afraid of the majestic ghost king, so how could he be afraid of his subordinates.

"How?" (smiling)

"Humph."

Responding to Luanbu was when Tong Mo walked away, passing by a gust of chilly wind.

Twilight Quadruple.

He wandered to his apartment on the grounds of being unwell.

The smell of blood in the air made him alert.

Just as Ranbu was about to take out the key, the door opened automatically as if consciously.

Appearing in the field of vision is the ghostly face of Onimui Tsuji.

"You're back."

Wu Mi raised her lips and smiled, and before Luanbu could react, she forcefully pulled his wrist in.

pat—

The door whimpered behind him.

This seemed to indicate some kind of misfortune.

Unlucky indeed, quite unfortunate.

Rao Shiranbu had seen many murder scenes, but when he faced the blood-stained living room, he couldn't help but gasped.

"You... what did you do?"

A short distance away, Tong Mo's head was wriggling on the floor.

"Hello, Mr. Ranpo. We meet again."

"..."

Even if I have seen it once before, the scene of the decapitated ghost talking is still...

Too curious.

Luanbu leaned over and vomited. Although he didn't vomit anything, he found a lot of comfort in his heart.

He picked up the beret that had fallen to the ground and held it tightly in his hands.

"What are you doing, Wu Mi?"

"Ah, because I..."

"I didn't speak to you."

Edogawa Luanbu gave Tong Mo a hard look, and said expressionlessly.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi approached in an instant.

He walked so fast that he didn't see his steps clearly. When he realized it, the man's cool hands were already lingering on his face.

"This guy told me that you're going to do something behind my back. I can't tolerate people chewing your tongue in front of me."

Wu Mi's hand slowly slid to the neck along the chaotic jawline.

Here is the gate of human life.

It can be touched lovingly, or it can be easily pinched to death.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't resist, and raised his head slightly as if for convenience.

"..."

He witnessed the ghost king's red eyes dimming along with his rolling Adam's apple.

He smiled.

"Get out!"

He heard Wu Mi roaring uncontrollably.

"Ah~ Tong Mo knows, Tong Mo will leave now."

Edogawa Ranpo looked over Onimai Tsuji's shoulder, and saw the Patriarch of Bliss put the broken arm and limbs in the fastest speed, and jumped out of the window.

"...Will he not die if he jumps from such a high place?"

Wu Mi didn't speak, and the footsteps approached again and again until the distance between the two was negligible.

"Is now the time to ask this kind of question?"

The Ghost King stared at Wu Mian viciously, as if trying to devour him alive at any moment.

Luanbu sighed secretly.

A cruel guy who is sensitive to the smell of blood is really hard to deal with.

The detective was forced to back again and again, unable to retreat until his back slammed against the doorknob, causing a cry of pain.

"hiss-"

Onimai Tsuji was indifferent, with a cruel smile on his lips.

"This is the price you paid for seducing me."

"……Yes Yes."

Wu Mi raised his eyebrows in surprise at Luanbu's frankness, and his iconic red pupils shone brightly.

The famous detective is all too familiar with this plot.

Didn't you just experience it yesterday?

The point is, he doesn't want to make the same mistakes again.

Life, love, there must always be some freshness.

The sun scorched the heavy curtains.

He bit his lip on purpose, innocent and embarrassed.

Accompanied by a fleeting short breath, he was lifted up into the air and pressed firmly against the door.

Edogawa Ranpo saw the timing and turned the doorknob.

Snapped-

He bowed his head to give Ghost Mai Tsuji Mumi a superficial kiss, then fell back and fell out.

The scorching sun scorched his back, he patted the dust on his legs with random steps, and stood up nimbly.

"Honey-"

He blinked at Wu Mi who was hesitating in the door.

"Please clean it up, I'll be back in a while."

He stuck out his tongue and slammed the door shut.

Afraid of being caught and taught a lesson, Edogawa hurriedly left.

After running for a long distance, I can still feel the resentful eyes at the end of the corridor.

Oh, it will be miserable when you come back later, right?

Or it's better to spend the night with whoever you want.

Luanbu thought endlessly and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Ah, God knows he was about to suffocate just now.

Edogawa wandered around to a bar called "Hidden".

He didn't wear a mask, and entered the door majestically, looking around, there was no one he was looking for.

So he picked a seat by the side of the bar and sat down.

"A glass of whiskey, thank you."

"Ok!"

The bartender at the bar took orders diligently.

"Have you finished your book? The Vanishing Corpse."

"Who still looks at that now. Let's all go to see the cursed jade pot."

The bartender raised his head indignantly:

"I didn't say that, there are too few e-tickets. Is it hunger marketing? I can guarantee that the cursed jade pot is just a vain name."

Luanbu shrugged, thinking that this was not certain.

He was thankful that Naomi Tanizaki and Junichiro hadn't visited this boring exhibition.

Otherwise, it might be Naomi herself who suffers.

The detective changed the subject.

"By the way, is the customer who ordered the special lemon tea still here?"

The bartender looked up and gave Luanbu a weird look.

"Oh, he comes every day. I thought you two were friends. Don't you know?"

"..."

Luanbu really doesn't know.

Ever since he lived with Guiwu Tsuji Wucan, in order to avoid people's eyes and ears, he seldom goes in and out of this bar.

"Then what time does he usually come?"

The bartender Ku pondered for a while: "Ten o'clock?"

Hearing the man's answer, the detective couldn't help frowning.

It's only seven o'clock.

It is impossible for him to sit here for 3 hours and make Wu Mi suspicious.

Ranbu drew a sub-picture on the note paper at hand.

"In this case, please hand over this thing to him tonight."

The bartender took it, looked at it for a while, and soon smiled happily:

"My God, it's a long-lost code."

He rubbed his hands excitedly and gave Ranbu a funny salute.

"Promise to complete the mission, Chief. Ah no, you are Mr. Detective Ranpo, right? I saw you on TV, the bombing..."

Bombings……

In front of my eyes, I saw Wu Mi, who was uncontrollable and emotional just a moment ago.

Edogawa lowered his head in disorder, rubbed his fingers against the glass, and curled his lips with satisfaction.

After drinking a small glass of whiskey slowly, he glanced at the clock on the wall.

It has been nearly an hour since he left the house.

Time to go back.

Otherwise someone should wait.

Into the night

The trolley is moving on a muddy road.

The dim light attracts the moths to rush towards the flame of love.

"Well-"

Edogawa's chant seems to be faint, like a cat's sharp claws, adding an indelible scratch to the innocent heart.

"You... went to drink?"

Stupid question.

The smell of wine in Ranbu's mouth can make even the most self-reliant sage lose his mind.

He frowned impatiently and muttered indistinctly:

"Otherwise? The detective is so afraid of pain."

"Ah."

Feeling joyful and disgusted, he uttered a short cold snort.

There was a bit of illusory tenderness flowing in his slightly restrained red eyes.

The poor moth is willing to spread its wings to meet destruction in the ultimate love.

The drunken Edogawa Ranpo hugged the man in front of him tightly.

He heard a deep voice ringing in his ears, like a pleading, but also like an unquestionable order.

"You won't betray me, will you, Ranpo?"

The corners of Edogawa Ranpo's lips hooked slightly, and he smiled sweetly like a bee falling into a flower core.

He says……

Wait a minute, what was he talking about?

Ah, nevermind.

The wine is coming up.

He is so sleepy.

This kind of insignificant thing can be done casually, right?

Silent night.

Edogawa Ranpo reached out and stopped a taxi.

"Please go to XXX exhibition hall. Thank you."

"Okay, please fasten your seat belt."

Luanbu nodded and did so, then covered his mouth and yawned.

He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw only the street blending into the night.

No one is following.

very good.

Edogawa Ranpo smiled mysteriously.

Take the time to catch up on sleep in the car.

If you can't find a helper, you can only fight alone, but there will be a tough battle to fight later.

Three and 10 minutes later, Edogawa Ranpo stood in the dark exhibition hall.

Although it is claimed that there are strict protection measures here, it is useless to a famous detective who meets once in 50 years.

He quickly found the location of the "cursed jade pot".

Edogawa Ranpo stood not too far away, sighing exaggeratedly:

"Wow, what kind of art is this?"

Quiet.

The silence in the huge space is chilling.

"Tsk."

Edogawa Ranbu clicked his lips impatiently, and took a deep breath:

"These pots are too disgusting~heart~."

Before the words fell, there was a muffled sound that sounded familiar from the front.

thump.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of stench-laden wind swept across Luanbu's face like a sharp arrow.

Wisps of smoke slowly rose from the overturned pot.

He was like a man trying to break free from the shackles, twisting his body constantly, and howling in pain during the process.

Edogawa Ranpo stood on the spot and rubbed his eyes vigorously, observing.

The wait is longer than a century.

Just when he was hesitating whether to step forward to help, the guy finally rushed over angrily.

A startled face with perverted features magnifies in front of Luan Bu.

"You, why are you here again!"

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