rambunctious lover

Spotlights illuminate the stage like daylight, and a murder draws to a close.

The deceased, Jia Ailiu, was stabbed through the chest with a dagger, and was fixed on the lifting platform with the support of a round wooden post behind her.

The pale face and the dark red bloodstains winding down from the corner of her mouth gave her a gothic and weird beauty.

"Twitter, twitter..."

I looked up at the birds wrapped around her limbs, unmoved by the passing of a soul, still singing.

"Do you know what breed these little things are?"

I asked without looking back.

"I don't know."

The answer I got was three simple words.

The first and only living thing I saw when I woke up from the darkness was a man who cherished words like gold.

By the way, his attire is very strange - yellow, green and red three-color haori, with a pair of old wooden clogs.The most eye-catching thing is the scabbard pinned to his waist.

People always have unrealistic expectations for things they are not familiar with.

As a detective, I shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

I clicked my lips and ended the topic skillfully:

"It's true, after all, you are a detective, not an expert on birds."

"Hanaido, are you... mocking me?"

The sound of footsteps behind him gradually sounded, and the man turned into a rage was like an eagle about to catch a chick.

I nimbly jumped onto the stage one second before he stretched out his claws.

I walked up to the lifeless Jiaairu, silently said sorry, and then...squeezed her jaw.

"what are you doing!"

The man behind me raised his voice, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

I didn't expect Takeito to show his emotions. I didn't ridicule him. His eyes, which are deeper than pond water, really don't have the slightest breath of life.

Oh, Takeido is that man's name.

Although the similarity with my name is too high, it made me doubt it for a while.

But... let him go.

Now is not the time to worry about these things.

I ignored Takeido's yelling and focused on watching Karyu.

As expected, the mouth that caught my eyes was dripping with blood.

I frowned, with a rare trembling tone:

"She had her tongue cut out."

"Twitter, twitter..."

The singing of the birds seemed to never stop.

I can't help but imagine what it would be like if their tongues were all cut off.

The crime scene is an absurd comedy.

Could it be that the murderer tied so many singing birds to Jiaairu to make up for her inability to speak?

It's... the ultimate hypocrisy.

I helped Jiaairu shut her mouth, because she had been dead for a while, and her body was starting to stiffen.

This simple action took me several minutes.

After confirming that I couldn't get any clues from her, I prepared to jump off the stage without any regrets.

But my vigorous pace was restrained by the immeasurable height of the stage.

This...was this stage so high just now?

Am I going to make a detour to the side in front of this man, and then walk down dejectedly?

Just when I was in a dilemma, Takeido made an unexpected move—he stretched out his arm towards me.

I looked down at him, under the strong spotlight, his facial features blurred into a gentle look, only those obsidian-like eyes were icy cold.

I hesitated for a few seconds and grabbed the olive branch he offered.

"Thank you."

I said in a barely audible voice.

thump-

The moment I jumped off the stage, my camel cloak picked up a breeze.

"You are Welcome."

In order to avoid the embarrassment after close contact, I patted the dust that didn't exist on my hands to avoid staring at him.

He approached relentlessly.

Before I could react, he wiped my chest with his fingers.

thump-

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake.

"what are you doing?"

I took a step back warily, my face hot.

He glanced at me suspiciously, put the liquid on his fingertips to his nose and sniffed lightly.

"Why is there blood on you?"

"Blood?"

I looked down at the dark red on the cloak.

Could it be from Jiaailiu's body just now?

As a famous detective who is said to come in every 50 years, I should be so bold in front of another person.

I'm afraid this guy has laughed at me thousands of times in his heart!

My face turned even redder from embarrassment, as if it would burn at any moment.

"Ahem. Why don't I talk about the reasoning of the case first."

In order to restore my fragile self-esteem, I had to change the subject abruptly.

Fortunately, Takeido didn't bother too much, he folded his arms and nodded, with a gesture of listening attentively.

I felt relieved, took a deep breath and said:

"I think it's very likely that the killer came back to the scene."

Takeido didn't speak immediately, but his frown made everything clear.

He actually questioned my reasoning!

Although my memory is somehow blurred, no one underestimated my professional abilities during my years as a detective.

I couldn't help taking a step closer angrily.

"I'm not unfounded. First, according to the criminal's layout of the crime scene, we can know that he is a person with a strong desire for performance."

Takeido smiled inappropriately.

"I'm afraid you haven't read too many third-rate mystery novels, Detective Hanaido."

"...What are you talking about? Don't get complacent too early, I have a second reason!"

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a burst of conversation in the hall out of thin air.

"What, you let me sit here? What can I see clearly?"

"Oh, I told you to watch less TV and stop playing with your mobile phone blindly, but you just don't listen. Now you find yourself blind?"

Both Takeido and I tensed up.

At this moment, I hadn't bothered to applaud my reasoning for a long time, so I pulled his wrist and ran behind the curtain in a panic.

tap tap —

The footsteps of those two people descended gradually like ghosts wandering in a medieval castle.

The closer they got, the more my heartbeat lost its normal speed, and it might pop out of my throat at any moment.

wow-

Even at such a critical moment, Takeido still acted fearlessly, with one hand over my shoulder, and opened the heavy curtain a crack.

I hold my breath.

"...Here, this woman is dead?"

A refreshing male voice asked.

Strangely, there didn't seem to be any panic in his tone that broke through the murder scene.

"Tsk. Ranpo Edogawa, as I said earlier, you shouldn't be a famous detective who meets once in 50 years, you are a walking death."

The voice of the man who answered him was slightly low and indifferent, not to mention sympathetic, the man even showed a shocking impatience.

Now, even I couldn't help being curious, and cautiously poked my eyes out of that gap.

When I saw the faces of these two people clearly, I suddenly had a splitting headache.

"hiss-"

"Don't make a sound."

My soft moan was tightly held by Takeido in his slightly sweaty palm.

I nodded with difficulty, his restraint was finally loosened a bit, but his hands were still weakly pressed against my mouth.

"This man named Edogawa Ranpo looks like you."

To prevent our conversation from being overheard, he whispered in my ear.

Maybe it was because the surrounding environment was too dark, my senses were infinitely magnified, and I could clearly perceive the path where his lips brushed against my pinna.

I couldn't help shaking, and heard two people outside the curtain say:

"We'll just wait here. This murderer is very aggressive at first glance, and he will return here soon."

"Edogawa Ranpo, I don't want to play detective games with you here."

"But without you, I can't go home alone, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi."

[Ghost dance Tsuji no misery].

It's a really weird name.

I thought to myself, but to my surprise, I felt an inexplicable familiarity with the name.

This kind of emotion seems to come from the heart. I am not talking about appellation, but have a very close connection with this person himself.

There is an impulse in my body that is crying, it says:

"You should go out and meet these two men."

I obediently took my left foot...

"what are you doing!"

Takeido stopped me just in time before I did something irreversible.

He gritted his teeth and roared in my ear, like an abandoned wild dog wandering around a street corner.

Different from the gentleness before, this time his arm was firmly across my neck, forming a subtle posture between threat and back hug.

My strength was gone like quicksand between my fingers, and my back was against his chest.

"Hmph. You, a road blind, are very confident. Well, since there are so many nightingales here, why don't we see which one sings the best."

nightingale.

These gray-brown, unremarkable birds turned out to be nightingales with beautiful voices.

"Hmm, if I choose the right one, is there any reward?"

Edogawa raised his neck arrogantly at random steps, but what he said was childish coquettishness.

Onimai Tsujimu smiled miserably, those plum red vertical pupils are the eyes of demons that tempt people to abandon their souls in the dark night.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Edogawa Ranpo's head affectionately, his voice was a little hoarse unconsciously:

"Then let you be up there tonight."

pat—

With a deafening sound, Edogawa hurriedly slapped Wu Mi's hand on top of his head away.

"If I remember correctly, you said the same thing last night."

"Ah, you finally understand that there are certain times when men love smooth talk. I'm so relieved, Luanpo."

[Little random steps].

For some reason, when I heard Wu Mi utter the name in an ambiguous tone, I couldn't help feeling jealous.

Xiao Luanbu ran onto the stage like a frightened deer.

His face was as red as an apple in autumn, and he didn't know if it was from the heat of the lights, anger or... shyness.

I hurriedly looked away.

"Twitter, twitter."

Because of the arrival of the audience, the nightingales sang harder until their voices were broken.

Edogawa ran around slowly on the stage, and finally stopped on the right side of Jiaairu.

"Wu Mi, you are such an idiot. Knowing that I have super reasoning, you dare to challenge me!"

He unceremoniously ridiculed the audience who looked up to him without mercy, as if he had predicted that the man would not do anything to him.

This... is a kind of arrogance, right?

I thought indignantly.

Immediately afterwards, Ranbu confidently untied the rope that bound the nearest Nightingale.

He clasped the nightingale's claw upside down on his wrist, and smiled with his white teeth showing.

clap clap-

He clapped his hands mercilessly.

Almost at the same time, rumbling—

The world suddenly collapsed, and I lost consciousness...

The author has something to say: Well...thanks to the little angels for never leaving, I love you ww (Top the pot cover

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