rambunctious lover

"who are you?"

The prisoner's voice was hoarse, as if he had gone through an ordeal.

He looked into those familiar red eyes, and noticed the fleeting annoyance in them.

Scattered memory fragments floated into his mind like wind and smoke, and he couldn't grasp them.

"You really don't remember me, Xiao Luan..."

[You are jealous, right, XXX. ]

Somehow, the prisoner remembered this sentence.

It's like a doll abandoned in a corner, suddenly waiting for the day when it will be seen again.

What the man is saying contains important information, which may remind him of his identity.

The prisoner believed it.

A sudden howl interrupted the prisoner's thoughts.

"Master Wu Mi, you heard it too. This guy is lying, that's why I..."

[Wu Mi]?

Oh, it turns out that he is the object of nightmare and tired talk about.

The prisoner's eyes turned around Wu Mi without hesitation.

After a while, he curled his lips boredly.

Apart from the unique plum red vertical eyes, this "adult" is nothing special. He is like a successful person you can see everywhere, and maybe he has some cleanliness.

"Ah."

Wu Mi glanced at him casually and hummed softly.

The prisoner turned a deaf ear to it, and turned his attention to Nightmare who was lying on the ground.

When the trembling back of the nightmare came into view, the prisoner suddenly remembered the scene before coma.

He looked at his suffering right wrist with lingering fear.

Strangely, there was no injury there, not to mention a crack, and even the basic red mark was gone.

"..."

The prisoner frowned suspiciously, and the shrewd detective also fell into the mud.

"Nightmare, look up."

Wu miserable shouted casually.

"No...no tragedy..."

pat—

After a fleeting sound...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-"

The horrific cry pierced the prisoner's eardrums, hot blood splashed on his face, then slid down his eyelids, dripping into his eye sockets within a second.

bang bang bang —

The prisoner heard his own heartbeat echoing in the empty room.

"shut your mouth."

In the chaos, Wu Mi was still calm and even gave orders impatiently.

As a result, Nightmare seemed to have been poured with a poison that made people dumb, and he just opened his mouth blindly, and tears mixed with blood flowed down.

What a humorous and eerie pantomime.

The prisoner opened his eyes, and he looked at the severed wrist in front of Nightmare.

Why is the right hand...

The detective asked himself, and the answer seemed obvious, but he couldn't believe it.

He is not a narcissist.

Well, at least not emotionally.

"Ah."

The man's joyful laughter passed by the prisoner's ears, like a light feather touching the prisoner's heart.

The prisoner wrinkled his nose angrily and looked at him.

"Do you still think I'm nothing special, Luanbu?"

Oh, his name turned out to be Luanpo.

The Prisoner is satisfied, sounds like a big-name detective, the one you get in 50 years.

So he slowly got off the bed, saluted respectfully like a counselor when he was presented to the king, and said in a cadenced tone:

"Of course not, you are an extraordinary sadist."

"what-"

Nightmare and Tired in the room exclaimed at the same time, but kept silent under Wu Mi's gaze.

tap tap —

The shiny black leather shoes stepped on the sticky blood.

tap tap —

They stopped before the bowing Luanbu.

Unexplained laughter came from the top of the head, as if mixed with some kind of morbid praise:

"Aren't you afraid?"

Luanbu's lingering eyes moved away from the stained black leather shoes, he raised his head and asked slowly:

"Will you harm me?"

"..."

Silence spreads in the flow of time.

The atmosphere between the two is very delicate, what fills the air gap is not the rivalry of anger, but...

desire.

With eyes as clear as lake water, he smiled with his lips curled up as if he had disarmed and surrendered after a long time:

"I won't," he said.

Luanbu swallowed a mouthful of saliva without a trace.

"However..." Wu Mi changed the subject: "Since you think I'm a sadist, then..."

He cast a condescending glance at Nightmare, always proud of the Oni's ability to regenerate.

In just a few minutes, the idiot's wrist was intact.

He found that Ranpo was also staring at Nightmare, whether it was intentional or not, there was no surprise on the detective's face.

Hmph, Ranpo Edogawa has always been a good actor.

"So……?"

The detective raised an eyebrow.

"I have twelve subordinates, commonly known as Twelve Ghost Moons. Among the six ghosts in the upper ranks, thanks to you, one betrayed me."

"Thanks to me?"

Ranpo shrugged innocently.

"Yes, thanks to you." Wu Mi snorted, and said in a lover's almost doting tone: "So, I need to choose a substitute from the two in front of me. Who do you think is suitable?"

The detective didn't make a judgment immediately, he heard the implication of Wu Mi's words.

"What about the one that wasn't chosen?"

A cruel smile bloomed on Wu Mi's thin lips:

"Death," he said.

The famous detective didn't change his face, and Wu Mi's answer was not unpredictable.

Tiredness came in like a raging tide, and he sighed:

"I guess, I have no right to refuse?"

"No, you have." Wu miserable tone teased.

"Ok?"

The detective's curiosity was easily aroused, and he never thought that Wu Mi would let him go.

The ghost king seemed to know what he was thinking, and deliberately took out a handkerchief to wipe his cheeks.

The bloodstains had solidified long ago, and it took a lot of effort.

And this is exactly a means of Wuyou tossing around.

After a while, Luanbu's face felt hot and painful, and he was sure that he was like an apple after autumn.

Witnessing Wu Mi's triumphant smile, the anger that he had borne for a long time finally broke out.

pat—

He intended to slap away the hand that caused no misfortune, but who knew that the other party would run away in a second.

The red eyes were shining brightly, the gentleness and mystery are fascinating, the man's thin lips opened a gap, and he spoke the most vicious words in the most gentle tone:

"If you don't choose, I'll kill them both."

Nightmare: "Wu... Master Wu Mi?"

tired:"……"

Ranbu desperately suppressed the urge to sigh.

I heard that harsh words are a form of bluff, which is not bad.

"Honey," the detective said these three words subconsciously, but regretted it when he saw Wu Mi's widening red eyes.

Phew, what dear.

His face was reddish, he felt embarrassed, and he coughed in affectation:

"Honestly, wasn't I very upright before I lost my memory?"

"Ok?"

"Tsk."

Luan Bu clicked his lips, and the respected Lord Wu Mi pretended to be innocent and harmless.

Can go to hell.

A famous detective doesn’t like this, a cold and alienated smile is the best protective shield, he said irrefutably:

"All you did was to drag me into the water, right, do you like me very much?"

The door of the Japanese room was pushed open untimely.

Luo Ji appeared at the door with a graceful posture, but she was at the forefront as the last of the strings, because she was promoted to the top card of the club [Flower], and she became more and more proud of herself.

Wu Can took a step forward to block the skinny detective.

The indispensable audience is in place, and the climax of the drama is about to take place.

He closed his eyes dangerously, and a gust of wind rushed towards Luo Ji.

After the woman Huarong turned pale and screamed, she fell down in embarrassment.

Wu Mi turned a blind eye to this: "You are here."

His voice was low and menacing.

The ghosts sensed that the king was in a bad mood, and when they saw the bloody scenes around them, they were even more silent.

Wuyou curled her lips and sneered in satisfaction: "Mingnu has betrayed."

The sound of inhaling came one after another, and even Yi Wozuo who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

You know, Naruto is Wu Mi's most loyal believer.

Of course, Miss Luo Ji expressed strong doubts about this statement.

The oiran saw the right moment, rolled and crawled, knelt down at Wu Mi's feet, and kissed his toes.

Her eyes full of love were glued to the ghost king's pale face for a long time:

"It's okay, Lord Wu Mi. You still have Luo Ji, and Luo Ji will always..."

Before the woman could finish her confession, she was kicked away by Wu Mi.

"I'm not the slightest bit interested in unprogressive waste."

Fallen Ji was at a loss for words and wanted to cry.

"Puchi—"

Tong Mo at the side gloated and covered the mocking smile on his lips with a golden iron fan.

"why are you laughing!"

Luo Ji who had lost face was furious, and Tong Mo looked hurt: "Can't I laugh?"

"To shut up."

Wu Mi gave the two ghosts a cold look.

"Obey, my lord."

"I originally planned to promote Kazuki to take Naruko's place in the final episode."

The Ghost King's gaze paused for a moment on Nightmare and Lei, and the response he got was their heads lowered into the dust.

'Useless things. He changed the subject, "But I changed my mind, because I don't need idiots with power but no brains, so..."

The ghosts looked up, their eyes confused.

Following the relentless pace, the famous detective finally showed up.

"Edogawa Ranpo!"

Luo Ji was the first to recognize the detective, and her finger pointing at him trembled slightly.

Tong Mo had to calm down a lot, and murmured in a voice as thin as a mosquito:

"That's interesting."

Osamu Dazai's half-smile face suddenly popped into his mind, and Tong Mo's downcast eyes concealed loneliness.

"Edogawa... Ranpo."

The detective was still getting used to this strange yet familiar name, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Mi slowly turning to him.

"You don't mean to...?"

Smiling with a heartless heart.

He stared at Luanbu's green eyes, put his index finger in his mouth and bit it open.

The smell of fresh blood immediately wandered through the entire space, it was not just ordinary blood, it was the supreme power!

All the ghosts became restless, and even Edogawa Ranpo's heartbeat became irregular.

This... how is this possible?

The detective licked his dry lips, desire clamored in his body.

"Ah."

Wu Mi stretched out his hand to grab Ranbu's neck and pulled him closer.

Luanbu felt dizzy and dizzy, and couldn't tell if he was forced to lose his center of gravity, or if he was deliberately approaching him.

By the time he reacted, Wu Mi's cold lips had already pressed to his.

The sweet smell of blood permeated his mouth, and the meandering snake also took advantage of it.

"Well-"

Loneliness and emptiness are maximized in the restrained kiss and the gaze of the ghosts.

But Wuyan didn't come to shake his hand for a long time, and even ended the play prematurely.

Edogawa stared at those plum red pupils who were as cunning as a cat, and the heat in his body was like a rampaging mad cow.

He felt like he was about to explode/explode at any time, and in order to relieve the pain, he had to open his mouth and scream:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-"

But the pain didn't last long, Luanbu felt a pain in the back of his neck, and under Wu Mi's gentle gaze, he fainted unwillingly.

"Okay, so Edogawa Ranpo is the new winding team."

Wu Mi's tone is resolute visible to the naked eye.

Even though the ghosts had complaints in their hearts, they wisely chose to shut up obediently.

The Ghost King's playful eyes wandered between Nightmare and Tired.

"Nightmare." He said expressionlessly: "I'll give you a chance, as long as you tell your mistakes, you can avoid death."

Nightmare trembled when he heard the words, and his despair-drenched eyes burst out with hope.

"Nightmare shouldn't... shouldn't have questioned Lord Ranbu's words, let alone deliberately made things difficult for him."

He cast a contemptuous glance at him:

"Are you done?"

Nightmare raised her head in fear, trying to find clues from the ghost king's face, but found nothing in the end.

He bit his lip hesitantly and nodded.

"Very good, then you... just die."

Snapped-

Nightmare flew out uncontrollably.

It was sunny outside, and he could only twitch, watching his body gradually turn into a pile of ashes.

"You're damned for failing to recognize your own kind."

"similar?"

Nightmare's only remaining head rolled on the ground, and he tried his best to think.

Could it be... he and Lord Ranbu whom he saw tiredly in the cage had already turned into ghosts.

Why couldn't he smell it?

Maybe it's because there is too little blood on Lord Ranbu's body that belongs to Lord Wu Mi.

Presumably Wu Mi-sama must...

Nightmare seemed to have discovered some important secret, she smiled and closed her eyes contentedly.

After a while, there was no trace of him in the world anymore.

After a while, the ghosts dispersed.

Tong Mo, Luo Ji, and the prostitute Taro who followed suit walked in the corridor.

"I really don't understand why Master Wuyou made Edogawa Ranpo a member of the army!"

Tong Mo straightened the crown on his head, and shook his head with hatred:

"His Royal Highness Luo Ji, I would like to advise you, it is best not to speak ill of His Royal Highness Luanbu. Don't you see that he treats Lord Wu Mi differently?"

Luo Ji glared at Tong Mo angrily, and muttered:

"Just being smarter."

"Hey, what Master Wu Mi said is indeed correct. Ghost, you should be smarter. Does His Highness Luo Ji know why Master Wu Mi wants to kiss His Highness Ranbu in public?"

Seeing Luo Ji opening her mouth to argue, Tong Mo rushed ahead of her and said:

"Because Mr. Wu Mi was afraid that His Highness Luanbu would not be able to bear the power of his blood. In your memory, when Mr. Wu Mi taught the blood, did you ever care about our lives?"

Fallen Princess: "..."

The oiran stood there for a while with a face ashamed, and suddenly stomped his feet and ran away without looking back.

Tong Mo walked slowly in the empty corridor.

[I love dozing off in the sun. ]

He remembered what Dazai Osamu had said to him.

I just don't know whether that Edogawa Ranpo-sama likes sunny days or cloudy days?

"Hey……"

A sigh that had been dormant for a long time overflowed Tong Mo's lips, he looked at the golden iron fan in his hand, and curled his lips in self-deprecating way:

"... the Patriarch of Bliss?"

Edogawa Luanbu slowly opened his eyes, as if he had been walking in the desert for a long time, his throat was dry and smoking.

"you're awake."

The cold, spring-like voice calmed the restlessness in my heart, but...

He looked aside reflexively.

"Why are you here!"

Wu Mi stood up and dressed as if nothing had happened, her too pale back was covered with scratches for some reason.

The ghost king's hoarse voice revealed a temptation that did not dissipate.

"I'm going to go, but..."

Wu Mi turned around, her shirt was half buttoned, revealing her delicate collarbone.

He jokingly raised his eyebrows in a rush, his eyes burning.

"My subordinates plotted against me."

The author has something to say: Because the Naruto took the place of the jade pot in the article, so Lord Ranbu is the last one ww

感谢在2020-07-0520:57:58~2020-07-0722:04:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 white ink;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!