rambunctious lover

There was a gentle breeze, and I was standing outside a beautiful garden with a man I had never met.

I don't like him, by the way.

Because of his white clothes and trousers and shiny black leather shoes, I subconsciously believe that this guy is a clean freak.

Serious cleanliness.

I wrinkled my nose and glanced at the white painted panel on the door—Edlieen, the name of this garden.

That's weird, it looks like an artificially created word.

The hot wind blowing on the face brought a familiar stench.

Human blood, or human blood that has been coagulated for a period of time.

I hooked my lips sarcastically, knowing what to discover next.

I put my hands into the pockets of my cloak, and asked casually:

"What's your name?"

The man didn't answer, and I noticed that his plum red vertical pupils were staring at my side face.

"Is this how you talk to me?"

His lowered voice was threatening, as if he wanted to punch me at any moment, but considering his thin body, he probably wouldn't do it... right?

"Tsk. No. It's just that I forgot my name, and I just want to ask if you know me."

Did you see it?Some people seem to be arrogant on the surface, but in fact, no one even knows their own name.

The man was silent for a moment: "...I don't remember my name either."

I:"……"

The last sentence was about the clean freak man around me, thank you.

We walked into the garden one after the other, and the first thing we noticed were three "things".

A towering tree full of apples, a table with two pots of gold and silver paint next to it, and...

The silent female corpse lying under the table.

Jiaairu—the name popped into my mind for the first time.

Like Halley's Comet hitting the earth, I suddenly remembered my name.

My name is Hanaido, and I am a detective. The purpose of this trip is to solve the mystery of the death of the woman in front of me.

I strode over to the corpse and bent over to examine the situation.

There is a small hole pierced by a sharp object in Jiaeru's neck, which looks like a fang of... a beast?

I settled down and looked down to her chest, where her hands were crossed, holding a blood-stained card in her arms.

I carefully pulled it out and handed it to the man behind me.

"Excuse me...?"

"Onido." The man looked indifferent.

It seems that he also remembered his own name, what a suspicious coincidence.

I nodded kindly: "Okay, Mr. Oniido, please take it."

He raised his eyebrows, his red pupils concealed ridicule or contempt.

[Do you think I'll touch something so dirty? ]

Okay, I thought I understood his hint, curled my lips and began to read the text on the card aloud:

[When two apples are painted with a specific color, you will be exiled. ]

I didn't know why, so I casually threw the card on the ground, and turned my gaze to Jiaelu's pale left wrist.

She was wearing a small and delicate gold watch, but the hands on the dial stopped.

Humph, these are some kind of gibberish reminders.

Completely incomprehensible.

No, actually I understand.

"It seems that the apple is a necessary prop." Onido said thoughtfully, frowning.

Seeing this, I made a bold guess in my heart:

"May I ask, what is your occupation...?"

"Detective." He said blankly.

Sure enough, I knew that in today's society with inflation, detectives are like cabbages falling on the ground, not worth mentioning.

"But I can't climb trees, so picking apples is..."

"Step aside."

Before I finished my words, Onito crossed his arms and gave me a cold look, and scolded me as if he thought I was in the way.

ha?Is this guy going to take on the task of picking apples?With his spotless white suit?With his brand new black leather shoes?

Just relying on his hands and legs that don't look thick enough?

I snorted, quickly moved away from him, and said with a gleeful smile:

"I'm ready..."

La.

bang-

The last word was still stuck in my throat, and suddenly there was a deafening bang, and countless dust flew up in front of me.

I was startled, and instinctively backed away. My feet seemed to be wrapped around something, and I suddenly fell to the ground.

thump-

"hiss-"

I gasped, and angrily removed the culprit, which turned out to be a stiff dead snake.

Okay okay, that's a given too.

tap tap —

Oni Ido walked towards me against the background of the smoke and dust. In order to hide my embarrassment, I shook the "thing" in my hand at him.

"The murderer has been found." I announced happily.

Countless dusty apples rolled to my side, as if dancing for my achievement.

I don't know why, the suit sleeve on Onito's right arm is completely torn, and hangs powerlessly in the air. The overly white arm is exposed in front of me, dazzled my eyes.

Well, now he looks like...

Like the supreme Greek gods?

Bah, I shook my head to get rid of unrealistic fantasies in my mind.

"Pick up the apple and rub it, and start coloring."

Onido impatiently kicked the dead snake away from my feet, and slowly took out his handkerchief to wipe his dusty fingers.

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, he looked down at me again:

"What are you still doing in a daze? Do you expect me to do it?"

Oh no, of course not.

Damn clean freak, only the devil knows what color to paint the two apples.

The choices given are actually very few: gold, silver, silver, gold and silver... and I was smart enough to know the answer from the beginning.

I hummed the theme song that probably came from a children's drama, and painted the first golden touch on the red apple.

Gold—It's easy to think of valuables like gold, and even my subordinates became more cautious in their movements.

tap tap —

The man's footsteps sounded from behind, I pursed my lips and smiled until his red pupils soaked in anger appeared in front of my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly, tilting my head.

"Hurry up, don't waste time."

"But we also have to pursue the result, in case the coloring is uneven..." I shrugged with a harmless smile: "Otherwise, you can also help, Mr. Oniido."

Oniido stared at me, the anger in his eyes seemed to consume me, and I heard his fists creak.

In a second or a century, he put on disposable gloves and picked up the apple in my hand...

Soon, the two golden apples were finished.

I looked at them with satisfaction, subconsciously, and even felt a little garish.

"But the card didn't specify where to put it." Onuido's tone was cold.

"Such a simple question..." I hesitated to speak, but my clear green eyes were full of doubts about him.

At this level, you still call yourself a "superior detective"?Cabbage is not sold like this.

Onido obviously understood my hint, but for the first time, he didn't speak, and his eyes stayed on my fingertips for a long time.

"Oh, sorry, the paint isn't dry. But I remember you saying don't waste your time."

For a clean freak, it must be unbearable for a person like me, right?

What does that matter?

I smiled, feeling the joy of a successful prank in my heart, and lightly placed the golden apple in Jiaelu's arms—replacing the original card.

"No, that's all right."

bang-

I witnessed Oniido's pale and handsome face peeling off like an old wall in front of me.

The world began to collapse, and the second before it fell into darkness, what appeared in my memory were his deep red pupils...

The scene reappeared, the strange name of the garden, the dead Jiaai Liu, the stiff poisonous snake, the apple and the frozen clock...

This time, Onido and I chose to paint the two apples in silver.

Suspecting that I did something deliberately, Onido took on the heavy responsibility of arranging the apples.

He was so eager that he threw away the disposable gloves and let his knuckles be stained with an inferior color.

I was deeply moved by him and prayed behind him that our operation will be successful this time.

bang-

The bad luck reappeared, and when the familiar dizziness hit me, I smiled imperceptibly.

Yes, I knew early on that this time, too, was doomed.

The third time is a combination of gold and silver.

I have already noticed the anger that Onido is holding back, but I pretend not to know it.

We each came to Jiaairu's side with apples in our hands, squatted down reverently, and placed them.

bang-

The world began to collapse, and I heard a beast-like growl in my ears. Oni Ido finally abandoned the illusion of a gentleman, and the overwhelming killing intent surrounded him, and his iconic vertical pupils were bleeding red.

I shrank my neck, pretended to be afraid, and screamed vigorously:

"It will be fine next time, I promise!" The dry bark fragments flew into my throat: "Ahem, cough, cough."

Who knows if he heard, I cast a glance at Jiaelu's body in the confusion—anyway, I successfully completed the task again.

After a whirlwind, we returned to the original point - this garden named Edlieen.

Same corpse, same apple tree, same frozen clock.

Oniido remained motionless, he stared at me from behind, the coercion radiating from his body made me want to plop down to my knees.

My thin body couldn't stop trembling, but I also forced a smile on my face:

"It's okay, I already know the answer."

Know it from the start.

"..." Onido said nothing, staring at me with ice-cold eyes, as if saying:

[If you lie to me, I'll screw your head off. ]

He does have this kind of ability, I secretly agree, in order not to show timidity, I raised my neck and cleared my throat:

"That's right, Oniido-san. What did you see in this garden?"

"..."

A friendly detective should interact with the audience at any time, but he didn't cooperate with my performance.

"Well, the apple and the snake, and the words 'exile' on the card, all point to a story we are familiar with - Adam and Eve. It just so happens that the name of this garden is Edlieen, Eden (Eden) + Lie (lie) , so clearly there is a lie lurking here."

Onido reflexively looked at Kariu's body, narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"card."

"Yes, it says on the card: 'When you paint two apples with a specific color, you will be exiled.' The prisoner just used the word 'paint' and the paint prepared in advance to give us a psychological hint. actually……

My reasoning was getting to the point where Oniido picked up two dusty apples, wiped them with his sleeves, and walked towards Karu.

I widened my eyes in astonishment: "..."

He actually abandoned me, oh no, he didn't care about the dust on the apple at all.

I watched Oniido put the apple into Karyu's arms.

We wait with bated breath that the world remains intact.

He exhaled lightly and walked towards me with a relieved smile.

I looked at him, imagining that the warm sunshine was shining from behind him, then his body should be covered with warmth that made me nostalgic.

I smiled: "Why do you think the prisoner spent so much time doing this?"

"How do I know?" His eyes were cold.

I get it, any question that reveals that he's not as smart as I am will make Onuido pissed off.

So cute.

"It is possible that the apple can also be seen as a symbol of Adam and Eve's love. Gold and silver, any other color represents a desire, only the original red..."

It represents pure love.

Before I could finish my sentence, I was hugged by Oniido who kept approaching.

The pair of beautiful vertical pupils similar to apples flashed before my eyes, and then I heard his gnashing question:

"Tell me, when did you know the correct answer?"

Ah, of course from the very beginning...

"I just..."

His fingers dug into my flesh as if to crush my shoulder.

"Then, what does Jiaairu's stopped watch mean, you don't know?"

Well, it should imply that I'm delaying time, right?

"I...Even if I am a detective, I can't know..."

In my haste, I lied and stalled for time while I waited to be "exiled."

Suddenly, Onido's fingers pinching my shoulder suddenly lost strength. He took two steps back, his profound facial features twisted to the extreme, trembling and wailing like a ghost with a millennium of resentment:

"what-"

I witness his pain and stop myself from getting closer.

bang-

The world began to collapse, and the legendary "exile" finally came...

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou opened his hazy red eyes, and the glaring white light made him frown.

The moment consciousness returned, the severe pain was like an out-of-control tide, continuously transmitted from every part of the body, every cell.

There is nothing more painful than peeling and tearing apart the bones.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

He found himself bound by heavy chains, let out the furious roar of a beast when it was injured, and saw a group of people in front of him when he was on the verge of madness.

"San... from the Ubuyashiki family..."

Salty cold sweat dripped from his forehead into his murderous eyes, he panted heavily and resentfully squeezed out a name from his lips:

"Edogawa, Ranpo..."

How dare you collude with members of the Ghost Killing Squad and plot against me?

Wu Mi wanted to tear apart the sleeping detective in the cabin next door, but he obviously didn't have the time to do so right now.

He stared at the crowd of ghost hunters who were waiting in full force with eyes that were almost dripping with blood.

Obstetrician Shiki Yoya was surrounded by them.

"what did you do to me?"

"It's just... ahem, inject the medicine that turns you back into a human... ahem, into your body. Just wait a little longer..."

Onimai Tsuji's expression changed suddenly, whether it was the fist that could not be clenched tightly, or the pain all over his body showed the authenticity of Ubayashiki's words.

The power of the ghost clan that he was so proud of slipped away like fine sand at the fingertips.

He lowered his head, ready to strike hard.

"My lord, I can't wait any longer, let me kill Ghost Dance Tsuji right now..."

"Yiyong! Cough cough cough..."

Yuya Ubuyashiki's urgent call could not stop Tomioka Yoshiyuki's firm steps.

Guiwu Tsuji was terrified, he took a deep breath, and was about to forcefully break through the chains, when suddenly the camel-colored cloak flashed past his eyes...

Flutter—

The cold sharp blade pierced Edogawa Ranpo's chest, and blood slowly floated down from the sky like delicate petals.

Yuzai Miyayashiki: "Random steps...cough cough cough..."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's black eyes as deep as a pool of water stirred up a stormy sea:

"..."

He lost the ability to speak, and could only instinctively reach out to hold his body that was slipping in disorder.

Witnessing the shocked or mournful expressions on everyone's faces, Kiwu Tsuji smiled sarcastically:

"Don't worry, this guy won't die, he is no longer human."

Yashiki Yoya could not stop bending over and coughing, as if he would be out of breath in the next second.

Even so, he still raised his eyes to look directly at Wu Mi, and said word by word:

"No, didn't you notice? Luan... Luanbu took the medicine I provided earlier, and now he is completely...human...human."

"what!"

Onimai Tsuji looked at the wound that ran through Edogawa Ranpo's back in disbelief, hot blood flowed out from the huge hole, dyeing the tiles on the ground red.

No sign of getting better.

Wuyou lowered his head, his bone-eroding eagerness surpassed the pain in his body, and he took a deep breath.

pat—

The chain snapped.

He forced himself to run two quick steps, and brutally pushed Tomioka Yoshiyuki away who was in a daze.

thump-

Those legs, which were weakened by the drug, fell heavily to the ground.

With red eyes, he took Edogawa Luanpo into his arms.

The dying detective grinned at him:

"If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't...shouldn't have kept telling others that I was stabbed. If I talk too much, the false...became true."

Luanbu hooked his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and slowly closed his green eyes with insight into the world...

He was stabbed with a knife by the dignified Zhu of the Ghost Slayer Team, but fortunately he was still a little short of the heart.

After some emergency treatment by Butterfly Ninja, Ranbu was out of danger.

But what happened next was the real torment, no matter which hospital the doctors spoke the same way:

"When the patient wakes up depends on his own will. It may be a day, or it may be forever..."

They were always silent under Mr. Yueyan's ferocious gaze, without exception.

From this point of view, even if Wu Mian became an ordinary human being, his powerful aura would still remain undiminished.

"Willpower?"

Sitting by the bedside of Luan Bu, Wu Mi, who had trouble sleeping and eating, murmured softly, this guy can't even simply stay up late...

Onimai Tsuji smiled helplessly, and leaned over to help the detective tidy up the broken hair that was blown by the breeze.

One month later, Ding Dong—

When the morning light is faint, the clear dew condenses on the branches.

Some ignorant guy rang the doorbell of Wu Mi's apartment.

ding dong—

Wu Mi woke up from the dream, he twisted his stiff neck from burying his head on the bed, and frowned.

He walked to the entrance with his slippers on and opened the door.

In the backlight is the figure of a woman, she is slender, but she is carrying an ax on her shoulder.

"Ah, good morning Tsukihiko-san. My name is Yosano Akiko, and I am Ranpo-san's colleague at the detective agency."

"..." Guiwu Tsuji looked at her, Taotao was furious under the calm mask, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Miss Xie Ye, do you know what time it is?"

"Oh, did no one tell you that my mother's 'Please don't die' is the only ability that can heal Mr. Ranpo?"

"What did you say?"

Kibu Tsujimu asked in a hoarse voice.

"That's it, please let me go."

Pushed away with Yosano Akiko without misery, and went straight to the entrance.

She took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned her head:

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Yueyan, please don't mind if you hear the screams for a while. This is necessary for me to perform the ability. In addition..."

She pointed to the stubble of Wuyou's chin, and smiled gently:

"You take this time to take care of yourself. You don't want Mr. Ranpo to wake up and see you so unkempt, do you?"

"..."

Oni Wu Tsuji walked into the bathroom and absent-mindedly shaved his beard without even noticing that his jaw was broken.

"what-"

Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced through Wu Mi's eardrums, like throwing a huge stone in his long-frozen heart.

The thick and solid ice shattered violently, and the sun shone in.

He tried to rush into the bedroom, but stopped at the door of the toilet.

pat—

He reached out and locked the door to return, and began to look critically at the man in the mirror.

Whether it's sunken eye sockets or disheveled hair, where does he still look like the domineering ghost king of the past?

It's better to say it's another Edogawa Ranpo.

He began to carefully arrange his appearance, accompanied by Edogawa's hysterical wailing.

"Humph."

An hour later, the frightening treatment with Akiko Yosano ended.

She knocked on the bathroom door with an ax in her hand:

"I'm fine, Mr. Tsukihiko."

Onimai Tsuji Muyou turned up the collar of his white suit, smoothed the folds of the cuffs, and walked out with calm and proud steps.

"Edogawa Ranpo...?"

"Mr. Ranpo has recovered." Yosano said, with joy in his tone that didn't match his cold appearance.

Wu Mi also smiled.

"But..." The woman changed the subject.

"But what?" A bad premonition flashed through Wu Mi's heart.

"Well, Mr. Ranpo seems to think that my treatment method is too cruel, so he is crying."

No misery: "..."

After sending Akiko to the door, he remembered a crucial question:

"Miss Yosano, excuse me. Where were you before this?"

Why did it take a month after a colleague was seriously injured?

Touching noses with Yosano awkwardly:

"Have you heard of Mafia?"

Wuyou raised her eyebrows: "You mean Akutagawa Ryunosuke's group?"

The woman shook her head hastily: "No, it's not. There are many other Mafia in this world. Anyway, I was sent abroad some time ago to deal with hostile organizations."

However, the specific organization and Akiko Yosano did not know, after all Edogawa Ranpo did not tell her.

The famous detective said succinctly:

[Miss Akiko, even if I have only one breath left, please don't show up right away.You have to promote good and punish evil, you are very busy. ]

Wu miserable thoughtfully: "Okay, I see, thank you."

"You're welcome." Akiko lowered her head in shame, "It would be nice if I came back sooner."

But Mr. Ranpo will not allow it.

After seeing Akiko off, Wuyou pinched her nails into her palm and walked slowly into the bedroom.

He wanted to ask Edogawa Ranpo if he deliberately made him worry for so long, but just as he showed his face at the door, a group of figures threw themselves into his arms:

"Yueyan." The detective was crying, with snot and tears rubbing against his newly changed white suit: "Akiko is too scary! I don't want to work with her these days, I want to ask for leave."

Hearing this, Gui Wu Tsuji felt his temples throbbing.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "50."

Luanbu: "?"

Wu Mi: "This suit is 50."

Ranpo: "Huh? Didn't you say that the one that was exactly the same last time was only 20?"

Wu Mi: "Including my miners' labor fees for taking care of you, if you say one more nonsense, it will be 100 million."

Ranbu: "..."

Edogawa Ranpo also stayed at home for a week on the grounds that he needed to recuperate.

By the time Yue Yan went back to work, it was already the beginning of September.

But the workplace is changing rapidly. Even if the director promised well at the beginning, the position of program producer cannot always be vacant.

Director: "Well, the situation is like this. Tsukihiko, you can understand, right?"

Yue Yan smiled understandingly: "Of course." The director immediately showed a relaxed expression.

"but……"

"But what?"

"However, singer Tori has agreed to let me lead the live broadcast for the first comeback Live."

Director: "...Really, are you kidding me?"

Yue Yan nodded solemnly: "In addition, the opponent station has been in touch with me recently, and I may reply this weekend at the latest. Oh yes, Tori's concert is scheduled for next month."

The director gritted his silver teeth secretly: "I understand, I will let that guy get out as soon as possible."

Yue Yan nodded in agreement: "I remember that our agency seems to have a salary increase every six months."

Director: "..."

After a while, Onimai Tsujimu walked out of the director's office proudly.

He heard the muffled thud of the glass overturned on the carpet, plop—

"Humph."

Ghost Mai Tsujimu's miserable red eyes were clouded.

ungrateful?so what?

He was just trying to integrate into "humans" for a certain guy.

After all, as long as the suits are expensive enough, Edogawa Ranpo will always be in debt.

Later, whether it was the detective agency or the former ghosts, life gradually got on the right track.

Tori's lightning comeback set off a star-chasing craze, and Yue Yan also successfully returned to the position of producer by broadcasting her Live.

By the way, the negotiation with Tori was not done by Onimai Tsuji, but by Edogawa Ranpo.

After all, Edogawa Ranpo is equivalent to Naruto's savior, and it's not miserable...

Also, on the night when Naruto's comeback concert ended, Ranpo was having a friendly greeting with her.

A group of reporters swarmed in, followed by Mr. Kunikida Doppo who had no clear understanding of his girlfriend's popularity and was about to secretly come to present flowers.

Therefore, in addition to the impressive concert, everyone's discussion about Tori also includes her boyfriend who is very elite at first glance.

Osamu Dazai has often skipped work recently, and it is said that he took the time to give a speech at Tongmo's Ten Thousand Worlds of Bliss.

Thanks to him, although Tong Mo no longer has the vampire technique to bluff people, there are still an endless stream of new followers, even more than before.

One day, Osamu Dazai strolled to the backyard of the church after his speech, and saw a clear lake with his sharp eyes.

The eternal pursuit of death was ready to move again, he jumped into the lake with a plop, and Tong Mo, who had sent away the disciples, heard the movement, and hurried to the courtyard to have a look...

thump-

The leader also jumped into the lake, and then realized that he could not swim.

Well, this kind of thing happens occasionally - thinking that I am still immortal, but I have turned back to an ordinary person.

In the end, Osamu Dazai dragged Tong Mo ashore. According to the memory of the person involved, the first thing he said to Tong Mo was:

[Your kimono is too heavy after absorbing water. Change to a lighter one in the future, otherwise I won’t be able to drag it.Thanks. ]

Tong Mo: [But don’t you want to die for love? ]

Osamu Dazai: [What? ]

Tong Mo: [Didn't you always find someone to die for love?can't i ]

Perhaps it was the warm and foul light reflected in the colorful glazed eyes that day, Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and made a solemn decision:

[Okay, then we will die for love together from now on, if you die accidentally, then... die. ]

Time flies, and soon it is time for a new round of selection for "this mystery novel is amazing".

In view of the rave reviews of Ranpo from the audience last time, the famous detective became a guest of the show again.

This time, he still drank a cup of boiling hot coffee, which was not given by the hostess kindly, but prepared by him in advance.

After all, you have to be prepared for a fight with critics, right?

That night, the recording of the program ended, and there were hot searches about "Eliminate Corpse" on Twitter.

Xiang Kai's ghostwritten works are also destined to experience new hot sales.

Ranbu leaned on Wucan's shoulders, and when she burst into tears for the end of "Princess Superman", she thought:

Perhaps the ghost with amazing writing talent had already expected this kind of situation.

I don't know how long it took before Luanbu fell into a drowsy sleep. Before his consciousness fell into darkness, he seemed to hear Wu Mi say:

"Do you know why "Princess Superman" ended suddenly? Because the main actors were photographed in their true colors, and I was afraid that the children would not be able to accept the reality that the princess is a man."

Ranbu muttered dissatisfiedly: "Fart."

The next day, when Ranpo woke up, it was already noon, and the warm sun was shining on his back.

"It's nice to be a human being." He yawned lazily and said vaguely.

Guiwu Tsuji walked in, and subconsciously covered his eyes against the glare of the sun. He tore off the quilt that was walking in disorder, and leaned closer until he could clearly see the fine fluff on the opponent's face.

"What's so good about being a human being? Isn't it good to live forever?"

His plum red vertical pupils were slightly retracted, like a silent temptation.

Luanbu looked at it for a while, then suddenly hit Wumi with his forehead, and spoke plausibly:

"You see, golden and silver apples look better than red apples, but they can't be eaten. So of course it's good to be human, you can..."

He snapped his fingers, just about to count the treasures.

"You have to say that being human means you can bask in the sun together and grow lush white hair together."

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou gave a light snort and turned to leave, but quietly raised the corners of his lips in a corner that Ranbu couldn't see.

What a childish wish that makes people laugh and cry.

ding dong—

The doorbell rang just right, and Guiwu Tsuji's thoughts disappeared in an instant.

He clenched his fists and shouted to the bedroom without looking back:

"Nakajima has already arrived, how long are you going to keep others waiting!"

Well, this is the ordinary life of detective Edogawa Ranpo and Onimai Tsuji, whose alias is Tsukihiko.

There are still some details that I didn’t talk about. For example, when Kenji Miyazawa went to the orphanage to deliver beef one day, he ran into a teenager and was asked:

[Do you want to be my brother? ]

Another example is when Ryunosuke Akutagawa met a man named Komaji on his way to defeat the traitors.

The other party felt that he was very strong, so he couldn't help saying that he had a fight with him.

For example, Roppongi's new female publicist Top1 Ms. Warahime has a "very heart" towards her former boss Mr. Onimai Tsuji, but she found Buteisha and accidentally found that the then president Yukichi Fukuzawa was also very good.

Even Yashiki Yoya, who was lingering on the sick bed, healed without medicine.

and so on.

In fact, Edogawa Ranpo has a little secret that he didn't tell Wu Mi:

He knew that the medicinal effect of "Blue Flower of the Other Side" was not to "turn back to human beings", but to "immortality".

In fact, Ghost Wu Tsuji also has a little secret that he didn't tell Ranpo:

He knew that Yoshiyuki Tomioka's goal from the very beginning was Ranpo Edogawa, otherwise, the majestic pillar of the Demon Slayer Squad, wouldn't it make sense not to kill him with one blow at such a short distance?

This, I am afraid, is one of the old but effective tricks of a detective who fears he will not forgive him for his treachery.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window, Oni Wu Tsuji, who woke up early, leaned over and kissed Ranpo's forehead.

"Ok?"

When Luanbu opened his sleepy eyes, the smile on Wu Can's lips bloomed like a flower of high mountains.

"Good morning," he said.

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