rambunctious lover

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Edogawa took a seat next to the man in disorder.He looked at each other blatantly.

After a while, the man hooked his lips and smiled and asked, "What did you see?"

Luanbu moved his gaze upwards, looked directly at the other party's long and narrow eyes, and said word by word:

"I guess Ubayashiki-sama must be very self-sacrificing."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the word "very".

The person who came was Yashiki Yoya, the current protagonist of the Demon Slayer Squad.

He wore a white kimono today, covered with lavender polka dots, like a long river or a lavender field in a dream.

Although it looks elegant and low-key, but...

"Oh? What do you say?"

Ranbu cleared his throat, and began his daily reasoning:

"Wearing a kimono on the street on a non-holiday day will more or less attract the attention of others. Considering the status of Mr. Ubuyashiki, it is tantamount to...taking yourself as a target."

[Take yourself as a target. ]

These few words were spoken loudly by him.

bang-

There was a loud noise from inside the bar, and it turned out that the drowsy bartender had injured his elbow which was used to support his jaw.

The man woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, his eyes widened in astonishment as if he had just discovered a new visitor.

Luanbu smiled at the other party as if nothing had happened:

"A cup of special lemon tea."

"Uh, a cup of lemon tea, okay, here I make it for you."

He left in a hurry, and he didn't forget to wipe the corners of his mouth before getting up, there were indeed traces of crystals there.

Ranbu turned a blind eye to his small movements.

"You can call me Yaozai, Mr. Ranpo."

The contemporary protagonist who leads the ghost slaying team has the ability to let the conversation continue naturally at any time.

"Speaking of self-sacrifice, isn't Mr. Ranpo the same? How is your health recently?"

"Humph."

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi's "abuse/treatment" came into his mind as a matter of course, and he snorted coldly.

Because the drink hadn't been served yet, I could only watch the Lord dryly take a sip of the lemon tea.

"Nothing special, except that I'm a little annoyed that I can't go out on a sunny day."

Of course, he concealed an important point—Wu Mi's forced blood-feeding to him.

Maternity Yashiki's hands on the bar suddenly clenched into fists, judging from his blushing face, he was enduring a new cough.

Ranbu sighed secretly, and patted his back lightly.

"I don't have much time left."

Yaozai muttered to himself, the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies enveloped the glass, but he was still caught by Luanbu without a word.

Thanks to the supreme Lord Wu Mi, and thanks to the great identity of the ghost clan, which allowed him to clearly hear the fragile inner voice of others, and still pretend that nothing happened.

damn it.

After a while, Yaozai returned to normal.

He took out a delicate glass bottle from the inside pocket of his kimono.

"It's an anti-ghost drug."

Luanbu raised his eyebrows and took it: "You mentioned last time, the one who asked Naruto to test the properties of the medicine?"

Ubuyashiki looked at him silently, his warm eyes revealed a sharp insight into people's hearts.

"You remember more than I expected."

What the lord is talking about is that after becoming a ghost, he will lose his memory.

Luanbu raised his lips and sneered: "Thank you Lord Wuyou for your efforts last night to let me return to Butei without revealing my secrets."

"Hello, your lemon tea."

The order he ordered happened to be on the table, and Luanbu picked up the freshly baked lemon tea and clinked glasses with Ubuyashiki.

bang-

There was a crisp sound of glass hitting, and the clear tea-red liquid reflected Edogawa Ranpo's smiling face.

Too bright a smiley face.

"Sorry, I'll excuse you."

After taking a sip of sweet and sour lemon tea, he randomly picked up the glass bottle on the bar and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he swallowed a pill randomly.

The medicine took effect quickly, and fine cold sweat rushed out of his forehead.

For a while, he was covered with ice and snow, and for a while, he was like falling into a furnace. The two completely different forces pulled each other, as if to remove the evil part of his body.

Feeling dizzy like a tide, he walked in disorder, his legs were weak, and he ran into the toilet with the last of his strength, and fell to his knees with a slap.

"vomit-"

He began to retch for a long time...

After a while, the blazing fire in his chest died down, he blinked his eyes in random steps, and then blinked again, the blood in his vision gradually dissipated, and his reason was long overdue.

After experiencing a catastrophe of body and soul, Ranpo still has no extra strength to squander.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and slowly stood up while leaning against the wall.

"Help, save... life."

The faint cry for help caught Luanbu's attention. He suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he leaned against the partition and held his breath.

"Help, save... life."

A familiar voice floated into his ears, Luanbu smiled knowingly, and walked towards the compartment.

But in just a few minutes, his physical strength has recovered a lot, and it is not known whether it is the magic of the medicine or the physical blessing of the ghost clan.

Luanbu curled his lips, tried to push the door of the compartment in front of him, and locked it.

"Get out of the way."

He raised his voice and shouted to the people inside, and before he could answer, there was a loud bang.

The door of the compartment was kicked open by him, and what caught the detective's eyes was...

Osamu Dazai, former gangster cadre in Hong Kong, now a member of the Butei Club, has the ability to be disqualified from the human world, and his hobby is...

【suicide】.

Edogawa Ranpo used the ready-made bandage on Dazai Osamu's arm to help him bandage the wound on his wrist.

"What do you think, doing such a thing in the toilet?"

Osamu Dazai's cheeks were pale, and he glanced at him weakly:

"Ah, on the way to follow Mr. Ranpo, I think the bathroom environment here is good, it's just a temporary idea."

Even if he has seen countless criminals with strange ideas, Osamu Dazai is still a strange flower that cannot be surpassed.

"Can you still go?"

A detective easily helped him, Dazai was amazed:

"Mr. Ranpo's strength has increased a lot, could it be that he ate spinach?"

"He drank human blood."

Edogawa Ranpo said angrily.

The strong fishy smell slammed into the detective's nose through the blood-stained bandage, and Luanbu couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Gumbling—

"So Mr. Ranpo wants to drink my blood?" Osamu Dazai winked at him: "It would be a romantic way to die with all the blood."

"Please..." Luanbu could feel his temples throbbing wildly, he took a deep breath: "Please shut up, thank you."

"Oh, Mr. Ranpo, obviously you encouraged me to follow you, right? I just followed suit."

Indeed, as Osamu Dazai "accused", Ranpo deliberately exposed many flaws.

The khaki envelope placed randomly, calling Tanizaki Naomi distantly, pouring hot tea on Tongmo, and even swearing to join the Manshi Bliss Cult are all tricks to hook Dazai's curiosity.

Osamu Dazai waited for a while, seeing that Luanbu didn't answer, he could only casually glance at his wound, and shook his head:

"Oh, Mr. Ranpo, don't be angry. Life is full of surprises."

"Where did the blue rose you gave the president come from?"

Osamu Dazai, a man who remained calm no matter what kind of villains he faced, opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Edogawa Ranpo endured his temper and repeated again:

"I'm asking, where did you get that blue rose on the president's desk?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the ceiling and racked his brains for a long time.

"Ah, I remembered. I tried to jump into the river one day, and a florist passed by to see me off."

Dazai Osamu closed his eyes and meditated while remembering, and sighed from his slightly parted lips:

"It's a noble and beautiful woman like her name, but it's a pity that I refused my request to die in love together."

Luanbu's face and eyes turned cold, and he said expressionlessly:

"Since you still have enough strength, why don't you wait for me outside first. I have to deal with the scene of the crime."

"The scene of the crime?" Osamu Dazai inspected the bloodstains winding down to the soles of his feet, and nodded approvingly: "You are very reasonable, Mr. Ranpo. If you don't mind, I will also..."

"No need, go out, thank you."

……

After quickly cleaning up the filth of the cubicle, he stood in front of the sink and looked at his bloodstained body.

He raised his hand slowly, and the red liquid lingering on his fingertips was far from dry and solidified.

Luanbu's throat was as painful as smoke, and there seemed to be a voice in the depths of his body shouting:

"Blood, don't waste it, blood."

The will, weakened by desire, was no longer strong enough to support his trembling legs.

pat—

He propped up the marble countertop with one hand, hesitantly brought his fingertips close to his lips,

When the long-lost smell of blood danced on his tongue, Ranpo Edogawa felt an unparalleled pleasure.

He raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror through the dense water vapor, where a red light quickly disappeared from the emerald eyes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Edogawa Ranpo said apologetically to the person in front of him.

Before the words fell, bang—

The door of the bar opened, and it was a man wearing a silver mask who broke the silence of the room.

Moist rain dripped from the ends of his slightly curly hair, and those vertical pupils that were intentionally hidden were glowing red, captivating people's hearts and souls.

He looked around, and his eyes quickly locked on the two people at the bar.

He approached slowly, tapping, tapping—

The gloomy footsteps and the fragmented raindrops form an interesting contrast.

Luanbu saw who was coming, and a burst of obvious panic flashed across his face.

"Yueyan, you..."

Oni Wu Tsuji turned a deaf ear, with a vicious smile on his lips.

"long time no see."

He stared at the figure in plain kimono and said.

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