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"Dun Jun, Dun Jun, wake up quickly. If you don't wake up, you will be eaten."

The white-haired boy jumped up from Ranbu's lap, instinctively putting on a fighting stance.

"Tsk tsk, here are two more unlucky ghosts. That woman has a really big appetite."

Turning his head in disorder, he saw a group of yellow and thin people gathering from behind.

"Ah, it's Mr. Ranpo!"

Among them was a tall, pretty woman who seemed out of place—Sayuri.

Sayuri, in evening dress and stockings, ran to Luanbu, unable to hide her joy.

"Mr. Ranpo, are you here to save us?"

Before she finished speaking, the woman suddenly frowned, and the light of hope in her eyes went out.

she murmured:

"Even if it is Mr. Ranpo, there is no way to escape, right? Because here... there are no doors and windows, it is a completely enclosed space."

Before Ranbu could speak, another contemptuous sneer came from behind:

"Oh, it seems that your prestige as a detective has been questioned."

With the arrival of the man, the suffocating pressure filled every corner instantly.

"Ah—I...I can't breathe."

"...feels like dying."

People wailed again and again.

She was as delicate as Sayuri, as if she was being pressed hard on the ground by an invisible big hand.

She grabbed the necklace around her neck, her breathing was short, and her expression was in pain.

"Lily!"

Luanbu's complexion changed, and he quickly squatted down to check the woman's situation.

"Sayuri?"

Gui Wu Tsuji mused on the name, and raised his eyebrows with great interest.

The super rookie of the detective agency acts as a protective shield in front of Ranpo and Sayuri.

Despite his uneven breathing, he still assumed a fearless gesture.

"Wu Mi, when will you come..."

"Snapped-"

The gust of killing intent made Luanbu's face ache.

The strings on his cloak came loose.

"Who allowed you to speak."

Snapped-

With a deafening bang, the white-haired boy was pinned in mid-air by Wuyou's bulging flesh-red arm.

His legs struggled desperately, and he purred helplessly like a kitten from his throat.

Because Wuyou was concentrating on dealing with Atsushi Nakajima, the pressure in the space was suddenly removed, and even Sayuri could barely stand firm.

Edogawa Ranpo's head drooped, and his overly long bangs drooped weakly.

He seemed unable to control his fear, and his shoulders shrugged uncontrollably.

A trace of hypocritical pity flashed across Wumi's red pupils.

"Sorry for messing around, I forgot that you are as timid as a mouse."

Luanbu: "...hehehehe."

Untimely joyous laughter resounded throughout the audience.

Wu Mi: "?"

The detective looked up, revealing a lovely face and emerald eyes reflecting the stars.

His eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and a sweet smile like cherry blossoms bloomed on his lips.

"Honey, you really understand me. There is nothing more interesting to me than this kind of pure natural secret room. Very good, I will definitely crack it for~you~see~~oh~"

Wu Mi was startled by this familiar tone and her heart stopped beating.

He quickly withdrew his right arm, without even looking at Atsushi Nakajima, his red eyes hidden with anger seemed to smile at Ranbu:

"As long as you like it."

Wu Min's slender fingers stayed on Chaoanbu's cloak for a few seconds, gently and skillfully tied a beautiful bow for him.

"Hope to see you again, Luanpo."

The ghost king turned and left.

In the end, the back figure left in everyone's mind is straight and aloof.Like a lotus flower on the top of a snow-capped mountain, it attracts people's imagination.

"Tut—"

With a gloomy expression, the detective tore apart the carefully crafted bow, and threw the cloak aside casually.

"Are you all right, Don?"

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback by the sudden change of face, and stammered:

"No... I'm fine, senior. Thank you for saving me."

Saiduri glanced at the clothes that had been abandoned like shoes, and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Ranpo, do you really have a way to get out?"

Edogawa looked at the woman with indifferent eyes, and suddenly smiled confidently, like the sun shining through the cracks in the leaves.

"of course."

Wu Mi recalled the conversation with Ranpo, the smile seemed to be absent on his lips.

"...Isn't that detective who claims to meet once in 30 years obediently eaten by me?"

[It's 50 years, 50 years! ]

Ranpo's indignant complaints seemed to ring in his ears. '

Sitting up straight, Wu Mi cast her gaze on the ants on the ground as if benevolent.

"Luo Ji, what did you just say?"

Seeing the King of Ghosts getting excited, Luo Ji spoke even brighter.

"...That Edogawa Ranpo, why don't you just be obedient..."

Flutter—

Before she could speak, the head had already rolled several meters away.

Blood spurted from the broken part of her neck, splashing Wu Mi's favorite white suit.

"Don't try to guess my thoughts, even if I hate random steps, it's not a reason to be pleased by you, understand?"

Luo Ji's throat choked up, and she didn't dare to say a word even though tears flowed down her face.

"Falling Princess, Falling Princess obeys orders."

"Very good." Wu Mi wiped the blood from his fingertips. "Take the thing around your neck and roll over here."

After a while, Luo Ji returned to her original appearance and crawled at the ghost king's feet.

"I want you to turn yourself in to the police station tomorrow night, and then..."

Before he announced the key part.Luo Ji showed pain again, she bent down to cover her stomach, leaned forward, and for a moment, it was as if she was in a frying pan, rolling non-stop.

Fallen Princess: "..."

With the lesson from last time, she clenched her teeth without making a sound.

It was as if a cruel and funny mime was being staged in front of Wu Mi.

The peaks and peaks between his eyebrows protruded, and he asked impatiently:

"What's wrong with you this time?"

"Well... it looks like someone is setting my stomach on fire with a torch..."

Listening to her nonsense, Wu Mi suddenly thought of something.

He used a gust of wind to suck Luo Ji to his side, his bulging, barbed arms went straight from her mouth to her abdomen, until he pulled out a length of smoky ribbon.

"vomit-"

Luo Ji was about to vomit, and after a long while she only vomited some sour water, but the burning sensation in her body disappeared miraculously.

"Many...thank you, Lord Wu Mi."

The female ghost's knees gave way and she fell to the ground.Those eyes full of water looked at the ribbon wrapped around Wu Mi's arm, with lingering fear in his heart.

The ghost king smiled cruelly and tore the ribbon severely.

"oops-"

Accompanied by the cry of pain, many strange faces appeared in the huge space.

The most conspicuous one is Edogawa Ranpo who is the leader.

I saw him sitting on the ground with a disheveled face, and the original white shirt was scorched black.

Wu Mi frowned, her voice was like ice water in midwinter.

"Where's your cloak?"

Luanbu rubbed the victim's buttocks, and staggered to his feet.

He pursed his lips, implying that Wu Mi should pay attention to the rags at his feet whose original appearance could not be discerned.

"Here—"

In this situation, no matter how stupid Ren Luoji is, she can guess who is the culprit.

The female ghost rushed forward angrily.

"Falling Princess."

The voice that was full of misery and self-importance successfully nailed her in place.

Seeing this, Luanbu tilted his head and pretended to be innocent.

"Miss Luo Ji, you didn't expect us to meet again so soon, did you?"

Luo Ji pursed her lips, with resentment in her eyes.

"Impossible! Nothing can break through my ribbon!"

"Ranpo Edogawa, you are the first person to escape from the space of Fallen Princess. Tell me, how did you do it."

Asked with great interest.

Luanbu met the ghost king's scrutinizing red eyes, and smiled affectionately:

"I said, can you let me and my friends go?"

Wu Mi: "How dare you negotiate terms with me?"

Ranbu: "Didn't you like to use this method to increase the mood/interest? Even in bed..."

"Shut up!" Wu Mi gritted his teeth.

He hooked his lips in a chaotic step:

"It's very simple," he flipped his wrist, showing the charred black paste in his palm.

"I used Sayuri's stockings and the lighter I carried with me to create a fire. It was a gamble. If I hadn't been so sensitive to fire, I'm afraid we would all be...

Wu Mi frowned: "Sayuri?"

Turning a deaf ear to Luanbu, he took off his beret, straightened his short hair like a bird's nest, and bowed respectfully to Fallen Princess.

"Thank you for saving our lives, you are really kind."

Luo Ji's throat rolled violently, her face was ashen, but she was speechless.

"Heh, you have some skills."

"So, we can go?"

Ranbu's emerald-clear eyes blinked and blinked.

Raising eyebrows without misery, casually:

"Did I say that?"

The suffocating coercion was like a mountain top, and it was only aimed at Edogawa Ranpo.

He knelt down on the ground with a "bang", but he refused to lower his noble head.

"Oh, I just heard that you asked this woman to surrender. If...you let them go, I can do what you want."

"Huh? You know what I want?"

Luanbu raised his head and looked at Guiwu Tsuji without hesitation.

Cold sweat snaked down his forehead, he bit his lower lip, and smiled confidently:

"Of course, there's nothing my famous detective in 50 years doesn't know."

Wu Mi's frost-covered face was like a spring breeze, and he smiled:

"Very well, I can let you go."

That night.

Ghost Mai Tsuji Mumi stood in front of a luxury apartment with the nameplate "Sayuri Sano".

Thinking about it carefully, the figure of that coward walking wildly to protect the woman is still vivid.

Wuyou clenched her fist subconsciously and raised her hand to ring the doorbell.

"Ding dong—"

It's very simple to get rid of this woman without letting Chaobu find out, just clean up the corpse.

Just as he was thinking, there were hurried footsteps in the house.

After a while, the door opened.

A wicked grin froze on his lips.

Unexpected objects appear at the door.

The man who had just taken a shower was steaming all over his body, and water droplets trickled from his rolling Adam's apple into his clothes.

He leaned against the door frame and smiled slightly:

"Honey, I knew you were coming tonight~"

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