rambunctious lover

Mutation happens in an instant!

Tori was still singing to her heart's content, when a black shadow rushed onto the stage like an arrow leaving the string.

He bent over and arched his back, with a cold light shining in his outstretched hands.

He was actually holding a gleaming knife!

The nearest manager, Sakuma, took a breath and exclaimed subconsciously:

"Tori, watch out!"

Before she could move her trembling legs, a gust of wind blew past her.

The woman took a closer look, and the one who rushed forward was a colleague of detective Edogawa Ranpo, the one named Kunikida.

Wait, the man's hand...

Holding a silver gun.

gun? !

How could there be sharp knives and guns at the recording site?

Everyone has clearly passed the security check before entering the door!

Sakuma was dizzy.

She felt she had lost track of what was going on.But at any rate, as a manager who has been in the industry for several years, even if he can't take care of himself, he must protect the comfort of his own artists.

She staggered forward.

Hiss—

Snapped-

Flutter—

The hot blood began to bloom on her chest.

The murderer's thin bamboo pole crashed to the ground, and the knife in his hand flew far away as if it had escaped the shackles of gravity.

The woman lowered her head, her fingers were stained with stickiness.

"what-"

She broke her throat and fell to the ground.

This scream kicked off the prelude to the melee.

The staff present covered their eyes, fled, and were in a mess.

For a while, no one went to look at the injury of the thin bamboo pole, and let him lie there straight.

Tori on the stage also seemed to have finally lost her strength, her legs and feet went limp.

Before falling to the ground in embarrassment, Kunikida Doppo quickly grabbed her trembling arm.

"Are you okay?" the man asked in a low voice.

"..."

The manager regained consciousness belatedly, and scrambled to the side of his own artist.

"Tori, are you okay?"

This time, the female singer finally responded.

She stroked her chest with lingering fear: "No...it's okay." She stammered and replied.

"Ah, Kunikida-san, thank you for saving me."

The female singer's melodious voice is a little hoarse after excessive use of the voice, and a pair of obsidian-like deep eyes look faintly, anyone's mood will be turbulent with it.

Kunikida's throat was dry, he pursed his lips:

"you are welcome."

Although he pretended to be nonchalant, the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses fled in a hurry.

Manager Sakuma dragged the singer out of the man's arms forcefully, and watched carefully from top to bottom.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's a good thing you're fine."

Now that her artiste is fine, she also has the leisure to pay attention to the assailant's situation.

Sakuma's eyes focused on the pool of blood on the stage, and she asked suspiciously:

"He, he's dead?"

"No, I just hit him in the knee."

Hearing this result, Sakuma was unexpectedly a little bit aggrieved.

In the corner of the chest that cannot be illuminated by light, dark thoughts are growing wildly.

[What?This guy is not dead?He can attack my most important entertainer with intent.Besides, compared to Tori who has the voice of nature, the life of this kind of ant is not worth mentioning at all, right? ]

There are obviously not a few people present who hold the same idea as her.

You can get a glimpse of it from the staff who watched the perpetrator but did not act for a long time.

Sakuma was out of place, and bent his lips complacently.

"What are you all doing in a daze? Call an ambulance!"

Sakuma's back stiffened.

She followed the reputation almost resentfully.

What broke her imagination was the belated show producer and "a detective who meets once in 50 years".

Shit detective, the case happened!

The woman snorted secretly.

She restrained her overly gloomy expression.

"Ah, Mr. Tsukihiko, let's just..."

The rescue started slowly before the thin bamboo pole lost too much blood.

Yue Yan walked up to the female singer and said neither humble nor overbearing:

"Miss Tori, sorry to surprise you."

"Humph."

The man's slightly narrowed red pupils concealed a coldness, and his eyes turned to focus on the woman who protested against him.

He raised his eyebrows:

"Miss Sakuma, do you have any dissatisfaction?"

"Dissatisfied?" The woman sneered and crossed her arms: "Of course I am dissatisfied. My artiste was almost injured on your show. You must know that Tori never shows up easily!"

The man seemed unaware of her anger, and said in a calm tone:

"No one wants this kind of thing to happen. After all, even our "famous detective who meets once in 50 years" can't predict it, let alone me, a mere program producer."

He paused for a moment, without even looking at Sakuma, his gaze was fixed on the man who was questioning behind him.

"Mr. Ranpo, are you right?"

"Mr. Ranpo, are you right?"

Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes with Onimai Tsuji behind his back.

He could imagine the mockery in the man's eyes at the moment.

so what?

He anticipated the incident.

To be more precise, he was responsible for this incident.

The reason is simple, he wants to see what tricks Onimai Tsuji and that Miss Tori are trying to do.

thump-

The sudden dull sound pulled back his scattered thoughts.

Seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Two fans actually knelt down without warning?

ha?

Fatty: "Miss Tori, Fa, it's all our fault that this happened. We should apologize by cutting open our stomachs."

He tapped his oily forehead heavily.

Freckles: "No, no, Miss Tori. Please allow us to deal with the perpetrator first, and then to you..."

ha?ha?

In Edogawa Ranpo's career as a famous detective, he has often seen moments of criminals' repentance.

But the current posture...he has never seen it before.

Just as he was thinking, familiar footsteps came from far and near behind him.

"You two don't need to feel guilty. If you really want to be held accountable, I, a program producer, should..."

Onimai Tsuji paused just right, reaching out to help the fans on the ground.

A drama called "Forgiveness and Rebirth" is completed.

"Hahahahaha."

Edogawa Ranpo couldn't help laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

Onimai Tsuji looked at him expressionlessly, his iconic vertical pupils filled with anger.

But it is impossible for this guy to be openly angry in front of other humans, after all, he is extremely hypocritical.

Edogawa Ranpo shrugged fearlessly:

"It's nothing, just liven up the atmosphere."

He looked around, his penetrating eyes gliding over people's faces one by one.

The siren of an ambulance sounded just right.

very good.

Ranbu raised the corners of his lips almost invisibly:

"Since an incident has happened, let this detective make amends and find out the real culprit."

"True murderer" in Japanese, coincidentally, has three syllables just like "famous detective".

Therefore, he spoke the word in a very eloquent way, and his emerald-like eyes stared at Gui Wu Tsuji without any hesitation, smiling.

"Then, I will take my leave first. I hope everyone's filming will go smoothly."

At the same time as the voice fell, the medical staff entered in response.

He walked to the side of the stage in random steps, and patted his colleagues on the shoulder solemnly:

"Kunikida, I'll leave the rest to you."

He found that the eyes of the gold-rimmed glasses wandered away, and when they wandered away, they stuck to the female singer.

Interesting.

Luanbu thought to himself.

Over there, the medics carried the assailant onto a stretcher.

A detective swaggered behind a group of people, turned his head leisurely and said before stepping out of the room:

"Ah, I'll notify the police by the way. You don't have to worry, Mr. Tsukihiko."

Ghost Dance Tsuji: "..."

In the ambulance, Edogawa walked wildly, resting his chin and thinking about the case.

This incident that happened under the noses of everyone seems to have no room for refutation.

But...is that really the case?

Ranbu holds a negative answer.

Such premeditated crimes can be discerned by a seasoned detective at a glance.

The way of speaking, body movements, there are few perfect manipulators of emotions in the world - at least normal human beings can't do it.

In his opinion, the three fans, no matter who they are, have no potential to become criminals.

But the case actually happened.

why?

What makes the seeds buried in the ground quietly deteriorate?

The detective's eyes narrowed with interest, he took out his mobile phone from his cloak, and dialed a series of numbers.

After a few seconds...

"Hi, I'm Ranpo Edogawa, I have something to trouble you."

In the hospital, Ranbu saw Baigui after a long absence.

"Funtaro," he patted the man's shoulder familiarly, and said half-truthfully, "I really hope to meet you in private."

Instead of reuniting in blood and killing every time like this, how unlucky do you think!

The other party obviously misunderstood, and his perennially tense face suddenly turned red.

He escaped from Ranbu's sight and said vaguely:

"Ah, yes. I should have found a time to treat you to dinner..."

"Ok?"

Baigui covered his lips with his fist and cleared his slightly itchy throat:

"Forget it, let's talk about business first. What's wrong with this man?"

Edogawa Ranpo straightened his face, and succinctly described what happened...

"Wait a minute, come to think of it, didn't this singer named Tori ask the police for help? Under normal circumstances, he should have called the police, right?"

Baigui was slightly puzzled.

"Maybe because I'm a celebrity, I don't want to cause too much trouble."

Luanbu said casually.

"Even though Tori wasn't hurt, you're still going to take this guy into custody, right?"

"Yes, in theory."

The detective slumped his shoulders in relief, and he murmured in a low voice:

"Very good, it saved me a little trouble."

Baigui: "Well, what did you say?"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wu Mi heard the familiar sound of music in the corridor from a distance.

He frowned and accelerated to the apartment.

pat—

He opened the door, and what greeted him was pitch blackness.

If it wasn't for the ghost's keen sense of hearing to catch the slight breathing of Chaos, he almost thought that there was no one here.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" He looked down at the famous detective sitting in the living room.

Ranbu didn't speak, and what replaced him was a female voice that echoed in the space, like metal and cold.

[Knowing that the dream was out of reach, I gave up music. ]

Seeing that the famous detective was indifferent like a mountain, Wu Mi immediately became angry.He walked over in two or three steps with his slippers on, and snapped off his earphones.

"I'm talking to you, don't you hear me?"

Edogawa Ranpo frowned.

I don't know if it was hurt by Wuyou's rough movements, or because he complained that he interrupted the pleasure of enjoying the music.

He raised his head slowly, met the man's red eyes, blinked innocently and said:

"Ah, Wu Mi. I seem to like someone else."

The author has something to say: I think green looks pretty, so... (laughs)