rambunctious lover

The smoke dissipated.

Appearing in front of the two of them was Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was known as the Hong Kong black mad dog.

His black cloak was rolled up high, splitting countless reddish whips.

"It's very simple to undo the curse on the girl, just kill my subordinates. You should be able to do it, right?"

No miserably arrogant tone.

pat—

The black whip tightly wrapped around his arm snapped, and the Ghost King carelessly smoothed out the folds of his suit.

Ranbu saw the surprise flashing in Akutagawa's eyes.

This brief fight tore apart many utensils in the hall, the scarlet carpet was covered with water stains of different shades, and goldfish of various colors were jumping and lingering.

Wu Mi smiled coldly:

"I don't know which goldfish is your sister, but you'd better hurry up. Yuhu!"

Shangxianzhiwu rolled over with his bulky jade pot.

"Yes, yes, Lord Wuyou."

"I hope you don't embarrass me."

In the intimidation of his lowered voice, the majesty of the ghost king can be seen at a glance.

Almost at the same time Wu Mi finished speaking, Akutagawa's black whip was thrown over irresistibly.

pat—

Tear the rich carpet in two hideous halves.

Wu Mi couldn't enter the scene, and in such a tense atmosphere, he still found Luanbu's hand shrunk in the cloak, opened his tightly clenched fist, and interlocked his fingers.

Luanbu pursed his lips: "...what do you want me to do?"

Wu Cang smiled when he heard that, as if he was very relieved, he put his cold palm on his tense face.

"As long as you want, I can kill this ineffective subordinate at any time."

"..."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't speak, but stared at the man closely, his eyes were cold.

There is no doubt that Wu Mi is forcing himself to make a choice.

To decide the life and death of others by one sentence is the highest reward for the cruel, but it is hellish torment for the righteous.

"Don't think about it."

"Oh? Really? Let's wait and see."

Edogawa struggled with the hand that was shrunk under the cloak, but it was held even tighter, and Wuyou's nails almost dug into the back of his hand.

Even so, the famous detective, who is usually most afraid of pain, didn't cry out.

He didn't want to lose easily in this contest between good and evil.

The battle on the field has never stopped, and even intensified.

"Blood ghost art, thousand needles. Fish kill!"

Accompanied by the opening and closing of the jade pot's two rows of teeth, the goldfish whose lives were hanging by a thread on the carpet jumped up one after another, turned their white bellies and rushed towards Ryunosuke Akutagawa in a strange posture.

"and many more!"

Before the group of aquatic creatures approached Ryunosuke, Edogawa Ranpo suddenly yelled loudly.

"Oh. What's the matter, Little Ranpo?"

Edogawa Luanbu met the smiling red pupils who looked over quietly, and gritted his teeth:

"Please……"

"Huh? What do you want me to do? I won't understand unless you explain clearly."

"..."

"If you can't say it in public, you can get closer."

Suggestive words leaked from Wuyou's high and thin lips.

Edogawa took a deep breath in Luanbu, with a smile that was not a smile:

"You just said that as long as I open my mouth, I can kill this guy named Yuhu at any time? Are you serious?"

The anger of being teased flashed across Wuyou's slightly moving eyes.

"Ranpo, are you so unconfident in Mr. Akutagawa? Don't you believe that he can defeat my subordinates with his own strength?"

"..."

roll.

Nothing escapes the famous detective.

Even hand-to-hand combat, which he is not good at, has the same result.

This battle will end in Akutagawa's defeat.

But he couldn't say that openly.

Akutagawa's self-esteem is said to be astonishingly high.

He pursed his lips in disorder, and yawned in a pretentious way:

"But I don't want to waste time. Are you going to let me go back by myself, or go back with me?"

The detective's fingers slipped out of Wu Mi's, and he scratched his palm.

All of this was of course done by the two of them in their sleeves, without anyone noticing.

No more laughing.

"Can you go back alone? I don't want to report to the police station tomorrow."

cut.

Luanbu rolled his eyes under the cover of night, without looking at anyone present, he strode toward the door in stride.

Behind him came the cries of ghosts and wolves from Yuhu.

"No, my lord, please forgive me."

The obsessive gaze was stuck on the detective's back, whether it was Muyou or Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Luanbu straightened his back, and when his right foot crossed the threshold, he heard a fleeting sound.

It seems to be a movement played by the tearing of flesh and blood.

"elder brother."

There might be someone hugging behind you.

Luanbu's body trembled almost invisibly, he didn't stop, and rushed straight to the side of the street to stop the car.

In the middle of the night, the wind with residual heat blows on the face, which is unexpectedly cold.

He hugged his arms tightly, and his hands were moist and sticky.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't need to look in front of his eyes to know what it was.

The blood belongs to the blood of the pot ghost.

Even if that guy does a lot of evil, Ranpo doesn't feel that he has the right to deprive others of their lives at will.

But he did.

Really, the crime is serious.

A taxi quietly stopped in front of him.

"Hello, where are you going?"

Ranpo skillfully reported the address of the apartment.

Just as the driver was about to step on the accelerator again, Ghost Wu Tsuji bent over and squeezed in.

He didn't have the white suit on his body, only a dark blue silk shirt.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

"I just want to prove that I can go home safely by myself."

After Edogawa Ranpo finished speaking, he rested his chin on his hands and stared at the scenery outside the window.

What catches the eye is nothing but blackness like ink, and the shrill crowing of crows is also mixed in the ears.

"Hehe, I really care about everything."

Wu Mi threw back what he just said intact.

Luanbu only felt a tightness in his shoulders.He couldn't restrain himself, or fell obediently into Wu Mi's arms.

"Go to sleep, aren't you sleepy?"

"……Um."

Edogawa closed his eyes in disorder, and a faint smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Accompanied by countless terrifying imaginations, he was exhausted and really fell asleep.

However, while he was half asleep and half awake, someone seemed to whisper in his ear:

"Let's fall together, Luanbu."

Waking up again, it was the next morning.

The dark sky was full of dark clouds, which seemed to collapse at any moment, making it hard to breathe.

Edogawa hugged the blanket in disorder, staring out the window expressionlessly.

The hands of the clock on the wall moved to 06:30.

Oni Wu Tsuji opened the door and walked in, his surprised expression was reflected on the glass.

"You woke up early today."

The man's tone could not be sure whether it was a joke or a sincere compliment.

"Well. Didn't you say you're going back to work at the TV station today?"

Wu Mi didn't speak, and leaned forward to kiss Luanbu's cheek, but he quietly avoided him.

"Today's weather is really bad."

The detective turned over and got out of bed while talking, and he walked into the bathroom barefoot, closing the door with a snap to block Wu's burning eyes.

"..."

He sent Atsushi Nakajima a message.

This breakfast was the most bland and unappetizing that Luanbu had ever eaten since his return without misfortune.

Not even the steaming miso soup whetted his appetite.

He drank less than half of the serving and put the bowl down.

"What's the matter, doesn't suit your appetite?"

Worry-free.

Ask knowingly.

Edogawa raised his head in random steps, he saw the smile on the man's eyes and eyebrows, and said coldly:

"You seem quite happy."

He didn't answer without avoiding misery, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"You don't seem very happy."

"Yes, I like sunny days so much, so of course I'm in a bad mood."

"..."

Looking at Wu Mi's hideous face for a moment, Luan Bu smiled harmlessly.

He took a few steps in his slippers.

Kick kick.

"and many more."

A potentially dangerous cry sounded behind him.

He stopped and turned around without fear.

Cold fingers gently wiped the detective's lips before he could react.

"Do you want to bring chopped green onions to work? Even if you want to show off my cooking skills to others, there is no need to do so."

"Ah."

Ranbu laughed expressionlessly.

"I'll make an exception today and allow you to have some snacks."

Wu Mi finished speaking in a benevolent tone, and insisted on stuffing a few bars of chocolate into his cloak pocket.

Edogawa bowed his head in random steps, and happened to meet Wucan's iconic red pupils, and his warm breath sprayed all over his face.

He frowned and took a step back:

"It's so hot, the chocolate will melt."

"Then throw it away."

"..."

There was another suffocating silence.

Luan Bu and Wu Mi's eyes met in the air, silently, but sparks flew everywhere.

In this case, it is not surprising whether they suddenly drew their swords to fight or embraced and kissed each other.

At this moment, the doorbell at the entrance rang appropriately.

Ranpo finally took a deep look at Kimai Tsuji.

"I'm leaving first, bye."

"Ah."

On the way to board the train, Edogawa Ranpo rarely said a word.

He clenched his hands in his cloak so hard it hurt him.

"... Mr. Ranpo, what's wrong?" Atsushi Nakajima asked cautiously.

"It's okay, it's just bad weather."

The famous detective prevaricates at will.

A light breeze blows the branches behind me, and the young leaves on them rustle.

He suddenly opened his emerald eyes and stopped in his tracks.

"A-Dun, you go first. I remembered that I forgot to take something."

Atsushi Nakajima glanced at Ranpo suspiciously, and said hesitantly:

"You forgot something, or..."

"No need."

Under his repeated urging, Atsushi Nakajima left without knowing why.

After he was convinced that the boy's back disappeared from sight, the detective slowly turned around and walked into a dark alley beside him.

At the end of the alley, there was a man waiting as expected.

Luanbu bit his lip, his throat was dry:

"you……"

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