rambunctious lover

[You really let me down, dear. ]

"Oh, I didn't know you still had expectations of 'people'?"

Luanbu murmured with his head down.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

The detective curled his lips and turned sideways out of the passage.

Wu Mi didn't move, he watched Luanbu's hair whirling.

Ever since the guy lost his beret, his head with short tousled hair has become more and more like a bird's nest.

"Humph."

Leaving behind a sneer of unknown meaning, the ghost king walked forward.

The suffocating coercion filled the entire space, no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, there was no sound.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, his cold eyes flicked over the silent subordinates, and finally fixed on Sayuri's face.

He still has some impressions of this woman, and even once wanted to get along with her quickly.

Unexpectedly, one day she would become his life-saving straw.

Is this the so-called "fate"?

No, it's not.

Wu Mi denied it in his heart. "Fate" is the rhetoric of the weak, and he has to create "perfection" with his own hands.

He pursed his lips, with a half-smile:

"Now, let's meet a distinguished guest."

Sayuri was almost exhausted by the spider, her limp legs could not support the weight of her body long ago.

Wu Mi stared at her coldly, frowning impatiently from time to time.

It wasn't until the woman came to the side that she stretched out her hand, and her pale knuckles ruthlessly pinched into the other's shoulder.

"what-"

Sayuri's screams resounded throughout the room, but as soon as she touched Wu Mi's reddened eyes, she shut up angrily.

Cold sweat covered her smooth forehead in an instant, and her thin body shook non-stop.

"Miss Sayuri, I believe that I have conveyed your task. Do you think you can do it?"

Wujing asked softly and distantly.

The ghost king doesn't care about a woman's possible lies at all, if he can't get what he wants within the specified time...

Wouldn't it be enough to kill him and replace him with another person?

So, as long as Sayuri's IQ is normal, she won't...

"I, I'm afraid I can't win..."

what?

This woman is a veritable idiot!

Wu Mi violently pushed her to the ground, and his cold gaze shot at the young man in kimono like a piercing arrow.

He lowered his voice threateningly:

"Are you wasting my time?"

Spider Tired's usually pale face was slightly flushed with eagerness.

He fell to his knees with a plop, his lips whispering:

"Actually...actually..."

His hands hanging by his side clenched into fists, took a deep breath and raised his head:

"Actually, this woman is..."

"It was I who told him Sayuri was the perfect candidate for 'Blue Flower of the Other Side'."

Afraid of becoming a pond fish that will be affected, the upper strings carefully restrained their breathing,

Among them, the voice of Edogawa Ranbu is particularly abrupt.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on him.

What a showy guy.

Oniwu Tsuji Wumi dislikes random steps the most, but her thin lips curl up subconsciously:

"Oh?"

Before he finished speaking, the muscles of his right arm suddenly swelled and burst through the restraints of the suit, turning into a frightening purple while scrambling to grow spikes.

prickly—

The arms stretched out like lightning, and rushed straight to where Edogawa Ranpo was!

The murderous gust blew up the broken hair on Luan Bu's forehead, and he remained motionless until Wu Mi's arm barely stopped a centimeter away from his face.

He raised his head, blinked his cat-like cunning green eyes, and smiled provocatively at the supreme ghost king.

The expected rage did not come.

Rather, the detective knew from the start that he would be safe.

Maybe it's because of discernment, maybe it's because of a self-confidence that is unclear.

Onimai Tsuji stared at him for a second, and also smiled back.

Then, Wu Mi's arm turned without warning like a car traveling at high speed.

Flutter—

Not far away, the spider who was watching the excitement was cut off in half.

Wu Mi's speed was too fast, a gloating smile condensed on the boy's lips, stained with hot blood.

"Since you have the energy to fight among yourself, why don't you kill a few more ghost hunters to share my worries. Otherwise, I don't know what's the point of keeping you."

"Ah-"

Luanbu's untimely laughter broke the deadlock again.

"What are you laughing at?" Ghost King asked blankly.

"Didn't you still order Xiaxian to kill each other? It seems that I must have misremembered."

"..."

Edogawa Ranpo!

The veins protruding from Wuyou's neck leaked anger, and he had reason to suspect that it was Luanpo's deliberate revenge.

In response to his phrase "You've let me down" a moment ago.

Wu Mi decided to teach him a lesson when there were only the two of them left.

The ghost king's eyes turned back to Sayuri who was sitting on the ground, and he approached step by step:

"Miss Sayuri, if you don't think you can do it, don't force it, I just..."

Just kill you and find someone else.

"No, I... I just don't know what the specific requirements for 'cyan'? Navy blue? Indigo?"

Extreme danger inspires a strong desire to survive.

The woman seemed to be a different person, she raised her head and looked into Wu Mi's pupils without hesitation.

"You..." She entangled her fingers tightly as if she wanted to break them off, but her eyes showed determination.

"Can you show me the description of this flower?"

Oni Wu Tsuji frowned and thought for a moment, of course he didn't want anyone to know about the "Blue Flower of the Other Side".

But compared with the eternal and perfect life, the short-term sharing is obviously not worth mentioning.

Soon, he returned to Sayuri with the copy.

In fact, there are very few descriptions of "The Flower of the Other Side of Green" in the book.

Unexpectedly, Sayuri's eyes widened in astonishment when she saw the flowers depicted in stick figures above.

"I seem to have seen this... this page in my grandfather's notebook."

"What did you say?"

Wishes are within reach, and even Onimai Tsuji is unavoidably short of breath.

At this moment, there is only one thing he needs to do——

The spider that had just pieced together the two parts of its body hurriedly crawled to the ground.

"Tired and willing to serve Wu Mi-sama..."

"Falling Princess is also willing!"

"Ah, choo-"

Rubbing the tip of the red nose in random steps, I can't be more irrelevant:

"Oh, such an important matter, Mr. Wu Mi, who is suspicious, will not leave it to us with confidence."

Wu Mi could hear clearly that this guy said "we" instead of "you".

He almost forgot that being lazy is also Edogawa Ranpo's specialty.

Staring at his eyes gradually wrapped in sleepiness, the Ghost King bent the corners of his mouth maliciously:

"Edogawa Ranpo, I want you to accompany me to this woman's house to pick up the notebook. Now."

"Huh? Respected Lord Wu Mi." The detective covered his lips and yawned: "It's almost twelve midnight now, and I'm going to bed."

"Shut up." Ghost Mai Tsuji said through gritted teeth.

The light rain stopped ten minutes before Wu Mian and Luanbu arrived at Sayuri's apartment.

The confused detective inserted the key into the hole.

"I didn't expect you to be very familiar with the way."

Wu Mi still remembers bumping into Ranbu just out of the bath here one night.

The detective didn't answer, click—

The door opened just right.

Out of anger of being neglected or eager for eternal life, Wuyou let go of the hand that had been supporting Luanbu with a bang, and walked into the hallway on her own.

"oops!"

A detective's suppressed cry of pain came from behind.

He snorted happily.

The wet evening wind blew his temples, and when he saw the situation in the room, he couldn't help but tremble.

pat—

With Luanbu turning on the lights on the wall, the bright light exposed the mess all over the floor.

"Tsk tsk, it looks like someone got there first." The detective teased softly.

Wu Mi didn't have time to pay attention to him, and rushed straight into the study room where Sayuri's grandfather's notebook was said to be placed.

The scene in the room broke his heart—

The desks and chairs are tilted here and there, and all kinds of books are scattered all over the place, among which the red patent leather notebook is the most eye-catching.

He strode over to check, and there were dense records about flowers in the notebook.

Wu Mi flipped back quickly until...

The half-torn page came into view.

"Damn!"

The ghost king's curse shattered the incandescent lamps on the ceiling.

Edogawa hurriedly covered the top of his head, walked to the side without haste, his eyes slid across the window sill and landed on the notebook.

The shape of the petals of Bianhua can be vaguely discerned in the incomplete pages.

He walked away again without saying a word.

"Kacha Kacha—"

After a while, there was the sound of plastic bags scraping behind Onimai Tsuji.

He looked back ferociously, and found that Ranpo was squatting in front of the trash can with all his heart.

"I didn't know you still had the habit of digging through trash?"

The detective didn't look at him, and the words in his mouth were clear and fluent:

"It has been raining for the past two days. Sayuri was only arrested today. It makes no sense to leave the window open before going out. I just checked and there is no mud on the window sill, which means that she probably came here when it was not raining."

"...Are you saying that this person may have just left?"

The high temperature of the summer night is enough to evaporate the water vapor on the windowsill without leaving any traces.

He walked in disorder but smiled and said nothing, and continued to move his hands.

In just a short while, the rubbish he dug out became a hill.

Moved away without remorse.

"What does this have to do with you digging through the trash?"

"I'm just having beautiful fantasies."

He mumbled, and suddenly—

He took out a piece of crumpled paper in random steps, and a joyful smile slowly appeared on his face.

He walked quickly towards Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi:

"No, is it this one?"

Wu Mi endured the discomfort and took it, and it was the familiar Bianhua flower that broke into the field of vision—although a petal was missing.

The nearly extinguished fire was rekindled.

"how do you know?"

"It's just luck. Maybe this person is being followed. In order to prevent his whereabouts from being revealed, he deliberately hid things in the trash. After all, no one wants to dig through the trash, right?"

Luanbu cast a reproachful glance at Wu Mi.

"Then as long as Sayuri goes to take out the trash on time, he can put the paper back into his pocket. Oh, to be on the safe side, he can also pretend to be a homeless man. How, I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Edogawa Ranpo became more and more excited as he talked, his hands that had been lingering in the trash before were now rubbing Wuyou's suit repeatedly.

A white, dust-free suit.

"..."

This guy definitely did it on purpose.

Wu Mi's chest heaved violently, and his brows were so wrinkled that they could crush a fly, but he chose to turn his head away stiffly, turning a blind eye.

Luanbu embraced the ghost king's waist, felt the other's tension for a moment, and smiled triumphantly.

He tiptoed over Wu Mi's shoulders, and read the "Pearl from the Sea":

"The Bana flower, also known as the Huangquan flower, has been regarded as a symbol of evil since ancient times. It is said that the blue Bana flower is not natural in the world. It takes absolute courage and justice to dye it in a certain proportion to get it..."

After Luanbu read this difficult text, he let out a long breath and said without shame:

"Absolute courage and justice, aren't you talking about this detective?"

He waited for a long time, but he didn't get Wu Mi's approval, so he turned his head indignantly, and found that the other party was staring at him quietly for a long time with those plum red vertical pupils...

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