rambunctious lover

[Hi, is this the guard room?Get a key to the archives, please.I don't know who locked the door by mistake. ]

pat—

When the phone was hung up, a low voice cursed:

"damn it."

Through the crack of the door, it clearly passed into Luanbu's ears.

The man with his head buried in his shoulder sneered:

"Xiao Shan is usually submissive."

[Xiaoshan] was probably the name of the female staff outside the door, and Edogawa Ranpo didn't care too much.

What he cared about was another thing—Onimai Tsuji's short hair poked his skin like ants dancing, itching unbearably.

The detective pushed the man:

"Stay away from me," he said.

That hand was held backwards by the man, and he put it to his lips for a soft kiss.

His red pupils were burning.

"Not good. If you refuse me, I'll make you the center of everyone's attention as soon as you go out."

Luanbu's heart skipped a beat, of course he knew what the man was talking about.

The marks on his neck are always the most obvious, and he doesn't have the good habit of carrying a Band-Aid with him.

"cut."

He feigned composure.

In an instant, Onimai Tsuji wrapped his arms around his waist again, offering a pious and gentle kiss.

"Tap tap."

Footsteps came one after another.

Edogawa Ranpo's neck was thrown back, and a drop of water swooped down from the ceiling.

pat—

Fall into the eyes of a famous detective.

Ghost Mai Tsuji opened his mouth to bite him just at this time.

"hiss-"

Ranbu opened his mouth like a dying fish, silently exclaiming.

"Ha ha."

pat—

Wu Can let go of her arms and raised her hand to turn on the light.

Too harsh light sources soon filled the corners of the archive room.

Ranpo's eyeball that was attacked by water drops began to ache again.

He and Onimai Tsuji each took a corner, tidying up their messy clothes.

He picked up the dusty beret, patted it, and put it on his head solemnly.

"What's that?" He opened his eyes and pointed to the puddle of white mucus and a shriveled spherical object on the ground.

"Tsk. Who knows. I said it's too late to clean up here."

"oh-"

Ranbu let out an exclamation of unknown meaning, and he turned up the collar of his white shirt to cover possible "criminal evidence".

Gada—

The key goes into the eyelet.

Turned around.

The door finally opened before Ranbu got impatient.

The female staff member named Xiaoshan was looking at Luanbu, she was stunned, and lowered her head hastily:

"Ran...Ranpo-san? You and the producer Tsukihiko...?"

Edogawa Ranpo never bothered to waste his IQ on finding excuses, he smiled and stepped out.

"..."

"Xiaoshan, it's too dirty here, find someone to clean it."

Behind him, there was the cold voice of Oni Wu Tsuji.

Edogawa walked in front of him, slowly curling up the corners of his lips.

Heh, the ghost in skin looks quite human.

To the studio.

Edogawa Ranpo did not rush in, but leaned against the door and watched.

He had a vague suspicion.

On stage, singer Tori and her band sang with all their heart.

"Knowing that my dream was out of reach, I gave up music."

They didn't know how long they rehearsed, and even their voices became a little hoarse.

Ranpo's eyes occasionally glimpsed Kunikida Doppo in the audience.

It's strange that this guy hasn't found himself for so long.

He frowned, walked slowly over, and patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"I didn't know you were interested in pop music."

He said.

The muscles under his hands tensed for an instant and then relaxed. The owner of the muscles turned his head, and there was still a trace of unsatisfactory expression on his face.

Kunikida wakes up like a dream:

"Mr. Ranpo. You are back."

Weird, so weird.

Edogawa Ranpo thought to himself.

This guy didn't ask where he went at all, as if he wasn't interested in the slightest, which didn't fit his character of worrying about everything.

"……you……"

The detective's "interrogation" was forcibly interrupted by a gust of fragrant wind before it even started.

The deafening music around him stopped at some point, and Tori jumped off the stage, her long black hair drawing a perfect arc in the air.

She is the source of that fragrance.

Ranpo looked at her, and also saw Kunikida's hand that he wanted to support but quietly withdrew.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Things are starting to get interesting.

"Mr. Ranpo, it's great that you are willing to come back." She paused, her dark pupils looked at the man's expression through thick bangs, and then said, "I stopped Mr. Kunikida from looking for you... I I think you might want to have some quiet time to yourself."

Luanbu nodded and smiled, with no clue on his face.He asked a completely unrelated question:

"Are Miss Tori and Producer Tsukihiko on good terms?"

"Ok?"

Even though it was only for a few seconds, the detective still didn't miss the flickering hesitation on the woman's face.

"What are you talking about?"

The one who interrupted this embarrassing situation was the belated arrival of Oni Wu Tsuji.

Luanbu looked at him, then raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Why are they here?"

"Huh? Aren't they friends of Mr. Ranpo?"

[Mr. Ranpo].

Edogawa had no evidence, but he had every reason to suspect—the man deliberately said these words in a haughty and alienated way.

"Oh, Mr. Edogawa Ranpo, thank you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to come in."

The three fans stood in a row, and the tall and thin bamboo pole in the middle wiped the seam of their trousers with their hands, and they were about to rush up.

Guiwu Tsuji's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly stopped, with a half-smile:

"I thought you were Tori's fans?"

"Aren't you indifferent to the looks of your idols?"

Luanbu and Wuyou spoke in unison.

The three fans scratched their heads at the same time, with cramped smiles:

"Curiosity..."

Ranpo thinks what they say is very reasonable.

Curiosity can kill even a fast-moving cat, let alone a mere Twoleg.

It's best that nothing happens.

The detective's intuition was clamoring, and he was a little irritable, but he could only wait and see before things happened.

The ears are full of fans stammering greetings to Tori, but the direction of Ranbu's gaze is...

"What are you looking at me for?"

"I want to follow you into the control room."

"Our control room is kept out of the way."

"I'm not idle, I'm your TV station's savior."

Folding his arms in disorder, he proudly raised his neck.

Onimai Tsuji stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled:

"It makes sense." He said, "Come with me, the official recording is about to begin."

In the corridor leading to the control room, two people who "have their own ghosts" walk side by side.

"Are you doubting me?"

In front of the interview without misery, ask questions without rushing.His tone was as natural as talking about the weather.

"Why did you let those people in?"

Luanbu had a cold face, not giving an inch.

"I said it. Because they are your friends. You are not very social, and it is a miracle that you can make friends on your own initiative. So, even I want to help you maintain this fragile friendship."

"Humph."

A detective doesn't believe the lies of ex-criminals, he only trusts his instincts.

Seeing this, Onimai Tsuji changed the subject:

"Even if there is an emergency, your colleagues are on the scene. And you, Edogawa Ranpo, are close by my side. Could it be that the two dignified members of the Butei Club can't save the situation? That really makes me feel very disappointed ..."

At the end of the man's speech, he actually laughed blatantly.

"Shut up, your control room is here, Mr. Tsukihiko."

A detective lowered his voice threateningly.

Responding to him was Kimai Tsuji's seemingly non-existent, slightly doting smile.

"That's a bad temper," said the man.

Onimai Tsuji verified the fingerprint and opened the door of the control room.

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and dozens of eyes focused on Edogawa Ranpo behind him.

"Mr. Yueyan, this... non-staff are not allowed to enter..."

Wu Mi did not answer, and slowly raised his head to face the person who was speaking, his cold gaze seemed to dig a hole in his face.

He folded his arms arrogantly, without anger:

"Huh? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Coercion, suffocating coercion instantly filled every gap in the room.

Everyone turned their heads away as if their spines were bent, hunchbacked and panting softly.

"Oh, it seems that there is not enough air conditioning here."

At the critical moment, Edogawa Ranpo said casually.

He patted Onimai Tsuji's shoulder, and the man's rock-hard muscles slowly stretched under his palm.

"Humph."

Wu Mi glared at Luanbu with dissatisfaction, and said in a contrived, business-like tone:

"Today is the first episode of our show resuming broadcast. I specially invited Mr. Edogawa to watch it. There are also his colleagues on the scene to ensure that the recording is safe. Are you right, Mr. Edogawa?"

The end of the detective's eyes twitched, and he smiled on the surface: "Of course."

Well, he was sure again, something unexpected was bound to happen in a moment.

The question is... what is "unexpected"?

The pressure in the room disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.

People other than Luanbu didn't know its origin at all, but there was still a layer of lingering fear on their faces.

"Yue, Mr. Tsukihiko, you are ready."

The man who had previously tried to stop Chaos stepping here said cautiously.

"Got it, let's start."

"Okay, okay."

When the man turned around in fear, Ranbu noticed that Onimai Tsuji's lips moved a few times.

He silently said two words:

[waste].

Tsk, what a man with a heart as small as the eye of a needle.

After a while, the figure of Tori singing was reflected on the screen.

"Knowing that my dream was out of reach, I gave up music."

Ranpo simply felt that this scene was absurd—the person who attracted the attention of all by his singing was singing about his resoluteness to give up music.Fans who kept saying they didn't care about their idol's appearance changed their position easily.

Human nature is full of contradictions.

No, Luanbu shook his head mockingly, even ghosts...

"What are you thinking?" Ghost Mai Tsuji asked abruptly.

Luanbu ignored it and stared at the screen.

Mutation happens in an instant!

When the singer Tori was singing ecstasy, a black shadow hunched over the stage like an arrow off the string.

It turned out to be a thin bamboo pole!

The author has something to say: let's guess what's on the floor in the archives room?

Well, happy 521!I love you guys.

I will continue to code the next chapter, bless my hand feeling bursting!