rambunctious lover

"Honey, I knew you were coming tonight~"

Edogawa leaned against the door and smiled.

Wu Mi: "..." (vein burst out)

Sayuri hurried over with her slippers on.

When she saw the pale and sullen face at the door, she was so frightened that she almost fainted on the spot.

"Ran... Mr. Ranpo...?"

Roppongi's socialite Top1 is like a cat with its tongue in its mouth, and it's hard to speak.

Luanbu gave him a comforting look, and pushed the ghost king out of the door.

"Don't worry about Sayuri, this guy is here to pick me up."

Wumin threatened: "...what did you call me?"

His slightly restrained red pupils burst into a monstrous anger.

Luanbu kicked him with a half-smile, and closed the door intimately under the dubious gaze of the woman.

"That's it, good night," he said.

in the hallway.

Edokawa waited for the elevator with arms folded.

The silver iron gate reflected the innocent and distorted facial features.

Ranpo was in a good mood, and even hummed a theme song from a recently hit children's drama.

Wu Mi gritted her teeth: "Shut up."

Luanbu raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think that such a small skill has escaped the detective's eyes? Speaking of which, how can you tolerate someone with a name similar to yours by my side?"

He raised his head to show a beautiful and smooth jaw line, accompanied by short wet hair, forming a refreshing and good image.

Wu Mi pursed her lips, completely unmoved:

"Your self-righteousness really annoys me."

His words were like the fangs of a poisonous snake, hitting Mr. Ranpo's heart at once.

The detective turned around angrily, staring at the eyes that were as bright as innocent deer.

"Liar, you obviously didn't say that before. You said... I'm the most handsome when I'm confident!"

ding dong—

The elevator arrived after a long time.

With a hook on the corner of Wu Can's mouth, he sneered:

"Do you believe this kind of nonsense too?"

After speaking, he stepped into the moving iron box.

"..."

It was despised!

Luanbu stomped his feet followed closely behind.

In the elevator, the rapid breathing of the famous detective is a miserable one-man show.

After a while, he finally recovered from the miserable blow.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to attack my friend. Otherwise..."

"otherwise……?"

"Otherwise, you don't want to find out the old enemy of fate!"

Onimai Tsuji straightened his back fiercely, as aggressive as a snake locking its prey.

"how do you know?

Luan Bu, who had won the round, let out a long sigh.

"Your question shows our IQ gap."

ding dong—

The elevator door opened, and Edogawa walked out of the hall arrogantly, and then...

Sneeze into the wind.

"A-ah-choo."

He glanced at the thoughtful Wu Mi, hooking his fingers.

"Hey, can you lend me the white suit you're wearing? I'm so weak that a famous detective who meets once in 50 years can't be sick."

Wu Mi: "Why should I...?"

Lumping around at the man's stiff coat, he muttered something:

"You have to pay for cheating on my feelings!"

Wu Mi: "Is it reasonable to be stupid?"

As he spoke, he took off his coat under the pressure of Ranpo.

"I'll return it to you when we meet next time, let's go."

The famous detective put on his clothes, waved his hands generously, and his thin figure disappeared into the night.

The affected, aria-like remark whirls in the wind.

"Ah, your smell~smell~ is still on the clothes, Yuriko."

The next day, Edogawa Ranpo arrived at the detective agency in a suit with a no miserly brand.

As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of attention of his colleagues.

Tanizaki: "Mr. Ranpo, did you buy a new suit? Why is it so formal?"

He took care of his collar in a flurry of steps:

"Ask someone else to borrow it. I'm going to be a substitute teacher at the university today."

As soon as these words came out, Kunikida Doppo also raised his head from the mountain of documents.

He held up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Mr. Ranpo has a lot of foreign affairs recently."

Osamu Dazai put his long legs that had nowhere to rest on the sofa, and turned a page of the book leisurely.

"Mr. Ranpo, as the pillar of our detective agency, is of course busy. On behalf of other colleagues, I would like to thank you for your hard work. In this way, I can also find a perfect way to die with peace of mind."

Ranpo glanced at Dazai sullenly, his eyes resting on the spine of his book for a moment.

"The sun is coming out from the west." He sneered, "Osamu Dazai is not reading his "Complete Suicide Manual"."

Osamu Dazai put the book down, staring at Ranbu with eyes full of smiles, and spoke boldly.

"Reading popular literature is one of the ways I integrate into human beings. This mystery novel called "The Disappearing Corpse" has become very popular recently, and I heard that it has been reprinted twice."

Ranbu: "..."

Here it comes again, Osamu Dazai's self-admired "inhuman" theory.

"Hope the trickery in the novel is worthy of your wit," he said.

Random steps like a crossing typhoon just left the door, the super rookie caught up, hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

Mr. Rookie rubbed his hands, his lips opened and closed like an oxygen-deficient fish:

"Uh, Mr. Ranpo. You said you borrowed this suit. Could it be yesterday..."

Luanbu nodded like a pest, and turned around in front of Nakajima with a childish smile.

"You discovered all of this, A-Dun. It seems that your reasoning ability has improved a lot."

Atsushi Nakajima's face was ashen-colored: "..."

"Remember what I said, don't tell anyone what happened last night, you hear me?"

A ghost who can still survive with a broken neck, if he can't find a weakness to attack rashly, he will kill himself.

"...Okay, Mr. Ranpo."

Luanbu saw that the boy hesitantly agreed, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

He smiled brightly at Atsushi Nakajima:

"By the way, do you know how to get to Dongsha University?"

Dongsha University

Edogawa Ranbu shielded himself from the sun with one hand, and the noisy voices in his ears made him frown.

Upon seeing this, Atsushi Nakajima asked cautiously:

"Didn't Mr. Ranpo come here on his own will?"

Luanbu gave the newcomer a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Arton's observation skills are amazing."

He would never have set foot here if he hadn't been able to bear someone's harassment/harassment.

He hates all unnecessary communication.

Nakajima wisely kept his mouth shut.

Not far away, a group of reporters carrying long/short/guns caught his attention.

"Mr. Ranpo, are they here to interview you?"

The detective followed Nakajima's fingers and saw figures stretching their necks looking forward.

"This detective is just a substitute..."

Having said that, he still carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the suit, and walked towards the reporter boldly.

Fortunately, Yuriko has a cleanliness habit, and her clothes are always ironed properly.

Atsushi Nakajima followed suit, his longing eyes almost piercing the celebrity's back.

Edogawa walked around behind the reporter in random steps, and coughed pretentiously:

"Morning……"

At this time, a young man in a suit and leather shoes appeared at the door of the teaching building.

His short, waxed hair had a greasy sheen, and his chin was raised high like a proud white goose.

"Ah, Makoto Makabe, how do you feel about the sales of "The Vanishing Corpse" breaking 50 copies?"

"Makabe, do you think you will be the winner of this year's 'This mystery novel is amazing'?"

"Mabe Makoto..."

The young man looked haughtily over the crowd, and collided with Edogawa Ranpo in the back row.He smiled frivolously and strode away.

wow-

The reporters flocked away, and the open space was deserted in an instant.

Atsushi Nakajima: "...chaos..."

Edogawa lowered his eyes randomly, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his gloomy expression.

"You didn't see anything."

he said irrefutably.

On the three-foot podium, Edogawa Ranpo was still aggrieved.

What is it to write mystery novels?

This group of reporters actually ignored the living famous detective in front of them, they really had no eyes!

"My God, this isn't..."

The whispering below interrupted Ranbu's thoughts, and he glared at the student angrily:

"What are you talking about!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the man with freckles in the first row raised his hand boldly.

"Excuse me, are you the famous detective Mr. Edogawa Ranpo?"

When Edogawa Ranpo heard this, his troubles were immediately thrown out of the blue.He grinned, his white teeth gleaming.

"You are very discerning, what's your name?"

The freckled man puffed out his chest:

"My name is Matsuichiro Yamashita, the president of the Reasoning Research Institute. There should be no one here who doesn't know you, right?"

Yamashita looked around the classroom for a week, and the students nodded in agreement.

Ranbu was happy in his heart, but on the surface he was calm and composed.

"Of course, this elective course is called 'Appreciation of Speculative Fiction' after all."

Although he felt that there was nothing to analyze in mystery novels.

"Ellen Poe is in poor health, and I have been acting as a substitute for the last month."

As soon as this remark came out, the students below started discussing again in full swing.

Yamashita was worried: "Mr. Ailun couldn't be mad at Maki Makoto, right?"

The arrogant goose suddenly appeared in Ranbu's mind.

"How to say?"

Yamashita sighed: "Since Makoto Mabe's newly published novels have become very popular, he has become less concerned with Mr. Ellen. He even said wildly, 'Your sales of mystery novels are not as good as mine'. Mr. Ailun It seems that the psychological endurance is not very strong."

Luanbu curled his lips, this guy Ellen can be brooding about any defeat for a long time.

If he hadn't promised not to visit the door with boring mystery novels within a month, a famous detective wouldn't be a substitute.

"Okay, that's the end of the gossip, the next roll call: Matsuichiro Yamashita."

"arrive."

"Ayumi Hayashibara."

"arrive."

"Ring Kai."

"..."

"Ring Kai?"

Luanbu raised his eyelids lazily, scanning his surroundings.

The hand raised in mid-air still belongs to Yamashita.

"Teacher, Xiang Kai has a serious skin disease and can only come to class when it's cloudy and rainy."

"Oh."

Luanbu has no intention of exploring.

Anyway, he was just a substitute.

wow-

Outside the window, glaring lightning tore the sky fiercely, and fat raindrops rushed to land.

It rained cats and dogs.

The boring lecture is over.

Ranpo and Atsushi Nakajima walked out of the teaching building side by side.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I ran into the principal who was over fifty years old.

Goatee Huci smiled kindly:

"Mr. Ranpo, thank you for your willingness to come to substitute."

"You're welcome."

Ranpo is not good at dealing with strangers, he glanced around and happened to see the annoying Makabe Makoto.

The dumb goose puts his hands in his trouser pockets, his mung bean-sized eyes are higher than the top of his head.

A well-built man held an umbrella for him like a pug dog.

"Oh, those are the famous students Makoto Mabi and Xiangkai in our school. Ah Cheng not only has creative talent, but also is very kind."

The goatee stroked his Mediterranean hair, showing off.

"Kind?"

Forgive his blindness.

"Of course, classmate Xiang Kai can't see the light, Ah Cheng is his only friend."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2922:22:39~2020-04-0110:44:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of star drop;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!