rambunctious lover

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

Onimai Tsuji's tone was almost mocking.

In fact, he had never met the man in front of him, let alone a "reunion after a long absence".

But considering the relationship between him and the obstetrician Shiki Honke who crushed the bones and is still connected...

"Tsk."

Oni Wu Tsuji snorted and clenched his hands hanging on both sides into fists. The sound of gada gada echoed in the empty bar, eerie and terrifying.

His expression was a misfit smile, a sullen smile, like a poisonous snake preparing to stab its fangs into the neck of its prey.

He was calm, and he couldn't help shaking, not on the surface of his body, but deep in his soul.

As long as he Onimai Tsuji kills the head of the Ubuyashiki here, then he can search for that damned "Blue Higanana" even more recklessly.

Thinking of this, even Edogawa Ranpo's betrayal becomes tolerable.

Slowly approach without misery.

tap tap —

Every step is on the floor, trampling on the hearts of everyone present.

tick tock —

Outside the house, bean-sized raindrops slipped from the eaves, rushing and dense.

Seeing the man's back tense suddenly, Wu Can licked his lips excitedly.

Ah - he is about to become synonymous with "perfect".

Suddenly, the disgusting breath that wandered in the nasal cavity became lighter—the breath that belonged to the descendants of Yuyashiki.

His narrow red eyes narrowed suddenly.

wrong!

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou noticed something strange, he was only one step away from the man, and his outstretched pale knuckles were about to touch the man's shoulder.

"Oh." The man turned his head back exactly, avoiding Wu Mi's hand with bulging veins, and for some reason there was a cynical smile on his pale lips:

"It's been a long time, Mr. Tsukihiko. I didn't expect you to be able to recognize me from the back. It really makes me..."

[Flattered] is the line the man uses to end the show.

His hesitation and relief are just right, not too much, not too little, as if he had rehearsed in advance.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi did not speak, Mei Hong's vertical pupils were full of murderous intent.

pat—

The crystal chandelier on the top and all the goblets visible to the naked eye in the bar shattered.

"what-"

The bartender at the bar screamed and ran under the table with his head in his arms, in a panic.

But the king of ghosts has no leisure to pay attention to a coward, and his eyes shift from Osamu Dazai to Ranpo Edogawa.

The famous detective who meets once in 50 years stands there like a motionless mountain.

The shards of the crystal lamp scratched his face, and he was bleeding profusely.

"you do this delibrately."

Luanbu hooked his lips and smiled, noncommittal.

The damn detective dared to set up a trap for the descendants of the Ubuyashiki family.

"Come here." His face was gloomy.

Come here, then what?

Wait until there is no one in the corner, and then tell him to fall apart, whimpering and begging for mercy?

This guy is most afraid of pain, isn't he?

No, no, no, you can't just let him go like this.

Why don't you just kill him?

The two strands of thought in Onimai Tsuji's mind tugged at each other, like a thin string of tautness, falling apart within a second.

Wu miserable stared at Ranbu, seeing him hopping over like a lively rabbit.

"..."

Wumi's red eyes were clouded.

Did he stay with Osamu Dazai for a long time, and he also wants to court death?

"...Ranpo-san, your beret fell off."

"Ah, thank you."

Their hands were locked in mid-air through their hats, as if in a never-ending wrestling.

The ghost king frowned impatiently, and pulled him into his arms with enough strength to dislocate Luanbu.

The camel-colored, detective's favorite beret slipped from Ranpo's fingertips.

"Do you still want?"

Ghost King asked him expressionlessly.

"No, it's dirty, I don't want to wash it."

Luanbu leaned against his arms, speaking capriciously.

Humph.

The King of Ghosts gave Osamu Dazai a last gouged look, smiled provocatively under his worried gaze, and left.

Outside the bar, it was raining heavily.

The two ghosts stood side by side under the eaves, and for a moment, a famous detective broke the silence.

His emerald eyes narrowed slightly, looking into the distance through the cracks in the rain:

"It seems that the blue flower of the other shore is really important to you, and it can make you endure it for so long."

The disjointed and unfamiliar honorifics are extremely harsh to Wu Mi's ears.

The ghost king frowned, his face covered with frost:

"You think you've done a good deed by letting go of the owner of the house, but if I'm hunted down to death, you have to die too."

He turned his head slowly, his red eyes were soft and abrupt due to the reflection of the rain.

He smiled affectionately:

"I hope you don't forget that Edogawa Ranpo, who has become a ghost, has the same fate as me."

"..."

The detective was at a loss for words, his head drooped and his shoulders shrugged, his short wet hair covered his forehead.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Wu Mi:

"Aha~ Dear Lord Wuyou, the ghost knows how much I want to forget about this and run towards the sun without any scruples."

wow-

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky.

"Who allowed you to talk to me like that?"

Without warning, Wu Mi grabbed Luanbu's wrist, the slender wrist was cold and wet with rain, as if a pinch would...

There was a crisp click, and Luanbu's entire arm drooped feebly.

Broken doll is the first word that breaks into Wu Huan's mind.

Pretty good for the guy, no?

The moment the severe pain hit his whole body, the cold sweat on Luanbu's forehead rushed out.

Although he has lost the strength of his words, the famous detective still smiles calmly:

"It's really stupid." He looked at his lover: "Even if you killed Yoya Yashiki today, he still has children, and people who swear allegiance to the death." If you let him go, what will happen to the ending?"

"you……"

Guiwu Tsuji looked into his eyes engraved with stubbornness and wisdom, and suddenly his heart beat like a drum.

If this is the way a detective shows his allegiance, it is undoubtedly too tragic.

He was even more annoyed than the previous moment, and he said with a gloomy face:

"you do this delibrately."

He deliberately made him feel guilty in this way.

"But you miscalculated. I never regret what I did."

He looked away, hiding the panic in his expression.

It took a long time for Luanbu's answer to come.

Wu Mi couldn't help but look back, the famous detective had already walked into the rain on his own, without an umbrella, and was alone.

kick kick -

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and in an instant, the rain falling on Luanbu's head was completely isolated from the umbrella.

He inspected the water droplets on Wuyou's leather shoes, and a mocking smile appeared and disappeared from his lips.

"Respected Lord Wuyou, you will tell me where Tongmo's Bliss Sect is, right?"

Wupei stared at his left hand, which was tightly hugging his right arm, with an indifferent expression:

"What are you going to do?"

"Is there even a need to ask? As for the informer, of course it is necessary to ask the teacher for the crime. Also, thank you, Mr. Wu Mi, for helping me hold the umbrella. After all, my hand..."

Wu Mi coldly snorted: "You are no longer a useless human being, this little injury should have healed long ago."

He paused at random steps, his left hand pretended to wipe off the drops of water on his right arm, his eyes flickered:

"Ah, that's right. Can you give me that portrait of Osamu Dazai?"

"why?"

"See things and think about people."

next day

Strolling to the outside of Wanshi Bliss Church, I was shocked by the magnificent buildings in front of me.

Look at this majestic gate and golden building exterior.

The famous detective was amazed, what should I say?It matches Tong Mo's usual clothes.

His suspicious behavior quickly attracted the attention of the steward at the gate.

The man stepped forward steadily, and looked at him from head to toe through the thick glasses.

"Who are you?"

Ranbu subconsciously wanted to straighten the beret, but only touched a short fluffy hair.

He smiled awkwardly:

"I'm sorry, but I want to see you Master Tong Mo."

"Meet our leader?" The man chuckled, his tone not concealing his contempt: "I'm sorry, our leader is very busy and doesn't accept idlers."

ha?Waiting for idlers?

Ever since Edogawa Ranpo became a well-known detective by himself, he has never suffered such a cold reception.

He was so angry that before he could attack, a man wearing a crown and a kimono walked out swayingly.

The man tapped the steward's head with the golden fan in his hand, his voice was gentle but majestic:

"What are you doing, this is Mr. Ranpo, the distinguished guest of the leader."

Tong Mo jumped over the dazed middle-aged man, warmly took Ranbu's arm, and welcomed him into the door.

After walking a few steps forward, he turned around and told the steward who was standing there as if he had just woken up from a dream:

"Go get a plate of fruit and come in."

"...Yes, yes, my lord."

tap tap —

People walk away.

Luanbu said coldly:

"Could you please let me go, Master Tong Mo?"

Tong Mo reluctantly let go of the shackles on him, peeking out from behind the golden fan with colorful glazed eyes.

"Excuse me, why did Ranpo-sama come here today?"

The two ghosts walked all the way to the teaching, and heard that most of the teaching staff are office workers, so it is very deserted at the moment.

"Oh."

Luanbu answered absently, his thoughts were full of thoughts.

It is reasonable to say that the heat outside is unbearable, and there is no shadow of the air conditioner in the corridor, but for some reason, the further you go in, the cooler it becomes.

Even a little shivering chill.

Luanbu couldn't help rubbing the protruding pimple on his arm, he deliberately cleared his throat:

"How does Master Tong Mo know that I'm coming?"

Tong Mo smiled: "Because we all have the smell of Mr. Wu Mi."

[No miserable smell].

What a way to describe it.

Ranbu presumptuously interpreted it as "the smell of ghosts", and it seems that the medicine given by Yuyashiki should not be taken too much.

"No, we're here."

The famous detective poked his head in suspiciously, and understood at a glance. It turned out that two ice puppets in the form of girls were blowing white air in the depths of the lobby.

"what is this?"

"This is my blood ghost technique. Generally speaking, as long as you eat enough... I mean, it's a skill that you can acquire if you drink enough blood from Lord Wuyou."

Luanbu noticed Tong Mo's ambiguity, and he pretended not to know:

"You are relying on this to deceive the believers?"

Tong Mo couldn't help laughing, but there was sadness on his cheeks. The two completely different emotions made him look a little weird.

"Master Ranbu, is there something you want to do with me?"

He brings up old stories again.

Luanbu looked away, groped for a while, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

"I've come to give you this."

Tong Mo's smile is not a smile:

"I thought you came here to Xingshi to inquire about my crime because of my informant!"

Gazing at each other in disorder.

"You are very smart." He praised without hesitation: "You blocked my words just by saying that. You are worthy of being the dignified leader."

"I am over-flattered."

Tong Mo looked modest, but the corners of his raised lips revealed that he was pretending.

The moment he unfolded the drawing paper, the smile on his lips froze.

"What do you mean, Lord Ranpo?"

"I thought your drawing of Dazai was terrible, but after reading other masterpieces, I realized that you are the only one who drew Dazai with heart."

Luanbu tilted his head with a smile: "Do you think so, Master Tong Mo?"

The Lord of Bliss lowered his eyes, and his delicate facial features were covered with a shadow.He seemed to be thinking about how to answer, and Luanbu secretly guarded himself.

After a while, Tong Mo raised his face, still smiling:

"So you went to Dazai yesterday to give him this painting? What did he say?"

Luanbu shrugged his shoulders, harmless to humans and animals:

"I knew what his reaction was when the painting was still in my hand. He refused to accept it."

The detective lied without changing his expression, his sharp eyes stuck to Tong Mo's face like a preying falcon.

All things in the world, regardless of ghosts and gods, have weaknesses if they have emotions.

So, what is the weakness of Winding II?

Tong Mo blinked his eyes: "So that's the case, then I will trouble Master Ranbu to keep this picture."

When he stretched out his hand to hand over the picture, his expression froze:

"someone is coming."

pat—

The nondescript portrait of Dazai fluttered down on the ground, and before he could pick it up, a graceful woman walked into the lobby, and the quiet fragrance of flowers wafted through her nostrils.

"Mr. Ranpo! Why are you here?"

Edogawa followed the prestige at random steps, and the one standing at the door holding a bouquet of blue roses was Sayuri whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

If people are made up of past experiences and memories, then the current chaos is duckweed without roots.

The name Sayuri should never be remembered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are you...?"

Sayuri was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered:

"Oh, I'm sorry. We all met at the club before, right? You haven't seen me with light makeup. It's normal if you don't recognize me for a while."

In just two sentences, the former Top1 female publicist turned the tide, and she was full of admiration.

"So Sayuri also knows Mr. Ranpo, the world is so small."

"……Um."

Ranbu frowned in confusion, and stopped talking.

Sayuri did not doubt that he was there, her eyes fell on the portrait at the foot of Luanbu, she muttered to herself:

"I seem to have seen the person in this portrait somewhere."

Luanbu was thoughtful, he bent down to pick up the paper, his eyes wandered between the portrait and Sayuri.

"Although this is just my guess, you are the owner of the florist who sent Dazai blue roses by the river, right?"

Speaking of which, Sayuri's name and person really fit the description of her colleagues—a beautiful woman with a noble name.

"Well, as it happens, that was the first time I succeeded in dyeing roses blue."

The reunion of old friends is a joy.

Although Luanbu didn't remember this person at all, he offered to send him home, and he couldn't refuse.

After all, the famous detective himself can't take the tram.

The two walked side by side to the parking lot:

"Did you just say that you dyed these flowers yourself, Sayuri?"

Sayuri smiled lightly, her smooth forehead soaked in sweat, very cute:

"Yeah, didn't I tell Mr. Ranpo? My grandfather who passed away was a famous gardener before. That happened to happen, so I simply used my savings to open my own flower shop."

"Oh, that's fine too."

Luanbu nodded in agreement.

Sayuri opened the car door, leaned over and sat in the driver's seat, and Ranbu was the co-pilot who did her part.

"Well, the Bliss Church needs fresh flowers every week, and then I have to go to an orphanage to deliver flowers. If Mr. Ranpo has time..."

"Of course, you have something to tell me, don't you?"

Sayuri froze for a moment, then nodded and smiled shyly.

"I haven't seen you for so long, Mr. Ranpo is still as smart as ever."

With a soft click, Sayuri locked the car door, looking around as if she was facing an enemy.

Regardless of the sweat on her forehead, she hesitated for a few seconds, and mustered up the courage to look into Luanbu's eyes.

"Actually, a friend of mine disappeared shortly after joining the Bliss Sect. I suspect it was Tong..."

Before the woman finished speaking, her pretty face suddenly distorted.

She leaned back, as if trying to avoid some monstrous beast.

After a while, boom boom boom—

There was a rhythmic knocking sound behind Luanbu, and he turned his head and saw Tong Mo's smiling face enlarged on the car window, so he motioned Sayuri to roll down the glass.

"Is there anything else, Master Tong Mo?"

Tong Mo's eyes flicked between the two of them, he smiled kindly at Sayuri and then returned to Ranbu:

"Ah, that portrait of Osamu Dazai, can you return it to me if you don't mind?"

"……certainly."

Luanbu took out the crumpled paper and handed it over, watching him carefully put it into the inner pocket of the kimono against his chest.

"If nothing else..."

Sayuri hastily rolled up the car window, seeing that a safe enclosed space was about to be recast.

A pale hand inserted horizontally at the right time, and Tong Mo slowly raised his thin lips:

"By the way, what were you discussing just now?"

At this moment, Luanbu could clearly see his eyes without the slightest hint of a smile.

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