Social animals don't deserve love

The cat meal I requested at noon was still gone until the afternoon. Seeing that Socrates’ regular meal time was coming, I couldn’t bear to feed him junk food, and I opened the door again... there was no one there.

Ok.

There is no trace of Mr. Quilt, and I don't want to bother him anymore. I was about to call Mr. Kunikida to inform him of Mr. Kunikida's whereabouts, when a Fujiya milk lollipop popped out from the slant

"Why don't you call the detective?" The childish squinting young man bit another lollipop in his mouth and said in a vague voice, "Didn't I tell you to call the detective when you were in trouble? Trouble, there is nothing more appropriate to entrust the armed detective agency!"

His black hair was curled up and down under the brown hat, like a child who just woke up from a nap, and his body smelled of sweet milk.

"Mr. Edogawa?"

I hugged Socrates and nodded to him, but he protested loudly in dissatisfaction: "It's not fair. I call you Little Fubuki, you must call me Mr. Ranpo!"

Uh... please allow me to think about the logic of this.

Without waiting for a response, Mr. Ranpo grabbed his hat and glanced at my cat: "Are you going to buy ingredients to make cat food? Huadai gets nervous when talking to women. This problem is hopeless. I will accompany you to the shopping street."

Both the military police and Kunikida-san had warned that the supernatural criminal was dangerous, but Ranpo-san's proposal made me even more hesitant.

——He doesn't look like he can fight very well, so I'm a little worried.

It's not because of my own personal safety, the main reason is... It's not bad luck, so I have to drag irrelevant people into the water!

"What? Are you doubting the strength of a famous detective?!" Mr. Ranpo saw my hesitation, and his cheeks puffed up with anger.I hurriedly waved my hands to calm things down: "No, it's not. I'm just not familiar with the roads around here..."

Only then did he feel better: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I will definitely come back. Mr. Ranpo can help you carry the bag, or you can give me the cat."

It's a pity that Socrates was unwilling, and there was an air of refusal all over his body with his two claws propped up.

"Let's go quickly! Go early and come back early." He gave up his plan to get close to the cat, bent over with his arms folded, and urged him, the smell of milk candy became stronger.I really don't know how to coax the child, so I can only follow his wishes and send a text message to Mr. Kunikida to explain the whereabouts while walking outside with the cat in my arms.

——Just in case, so that people know where to look.

The nearest pet-friendly market is next to Chinatown.In order not to bump into D and make him suspect that Socrates was hungry and abused, I deliberately walked on the inside of the road, hoping to hide it with the help of Mr. Ranpo.He sensed that I was avoiding someone, and he didn't mind swinging his arms more.Although always acting childishly, it was unexpectedly transparent in this respect. The brown cloak opened just to cover Socrates and me, and we just entered the shopping street awkwardly and sneakily.

As expected of a free market next to Chinatown, there are a wide variety of rare goods.It's a pity that I, being a guilty conscience, didn't care to choose the ingredients carefully, and bought a whole lot of them indiscriminately when I saw the freshness. I even paid for the bag that Mr. Ranpo occasionally handed over, and then quickly escaped.

"Huh! Come out."

After leaving the sphere of influence of Chinatown, I let out a sigh of relief.

Being dragged, he had to speed up his pace, and Mr. Ranpo who finally stopped looked around: "Xiao Fuxue, wait here, I'm going to buy a cone. You like orange flavor, right!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped and chased after the tail of the team 100 meters away, and did not explain why he knew my preference...

Are all detectives that good? !

Miss Yang, the cat detective, seems to have some shadows.

Mr. Ranpo put the plastic bag at my feet and ran away. Holding Socrates, I switched from left foot to right foot, right foot to left foot, and changed two or three times. The line outside the ice cream truck shortened About a third.

The passers-by pass by with their heads bowed like a flowing tide, each with their own emotions, which have little to do with me.

Across the river, a group of black suits walked past sparsely. It was a specialty of Yokohama—the violent social group that occupied the port.They are not the same as the mountain X group in Tokyo. In the words of our locals, they are... well, like wild dogs lying in front of the house.I can't afford it, I can't drive it away, sometimes I'm protected by them, sometimes I'm bitten bloody.

The orange-haired young man in the lead looked familiar.

emmmmm...it does look familiar.

The other party obviously noticed my gaze, and looked away in a panic, staggered half a step as if he had tripped over something suddenly, turned away his face, covered his hat tightly, raised his other hand and waved behind him, the small team quickly passed disbanded.

Ah, it seems that what I intend to do... feels a little dangerous.

I look away, no matter who they are looking for trouble, they will definitely not find me.

Then he was hit in the face by the speed of light.

"Hey! Are you... all right!"

In the next second, a young man with orange hair in a black suit, black coat and black hat appeared in front of me, with cobalt blue eyes staring at Socrates in my arms with complicated emotions.

And I'm still thinking about how he managed to cross the Tsurumi River in such a short period of time.

By the way... the same orange-haired blue-eyed color scheme, it seems...?

I held Socrates in front of me: "Honey, is that your father?"

"Woo..." The cat purred and slapped its tail quickly, and the orange-haired youth blushed: "What are you talking about? I'm a human! Is that all you want to say!"

"Um, I'm sorry!" I bowed my head in a good manner, but the person opposite was even more angry, and his tone was full of indisputable anger: "You bastard, don't you refuse others? That's not okay, it's too bad! "

This is the first time someone threw the word "too bad" in my face, and I was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond: "Sorry?"

"Who wants you to apologize! Say no to me! Look into my eyes and say 'go away' earnestly, don't be evasive, look up! Look at me!" He lowered his voice and approached, as if a crisis was imminent.

I couldn't help but took half a step back and hugged Socrates tightly, forcing myself to raise my head and stare into the young man's eyes: "Go, go away!"

"That's right! You..." He stood back to his original position, pulling the brim of his hat to cover his eyes: "Chuya Zhongyuan, my name."

Pausing for a moment, he added a sentence to cover up: "This cat is quite cute, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and quickly disappeared with big strides.

So, why are you here?

People in today's society...are they all so individual?

and many more!

When I was tidying up the garden at my house in exchange for payment, I refused to say my name, but now I am surprisingly frank.

Socrates and I looked at each other, and the cat gave an innocent "meow".

"Baby, you really won't change, right?" I asked this question again seriously, and he yawned a lot, it seems that he really won't change.

I am sure that since I was a child, I have never suffered any blow that might cause amnesia. I remember a person with such bright colors... Orange hair and cobalt blue eyes, such a passionate color, once seen, it is impossible to forget.

There are too many changes in temperament, and, didn't he say that he hated the port society in the past?Why did he run in by himself and look like a little leader!

After being hugged for a long time, Socrates felt a little uncomfortable. He yelled again, twisting his body longing for freedom.

Let go of the cat and tighten the leash, and let him grind his paws on the roadside trees.

Half an hour later, Mr. Luanpo came back with two ice cream cones. He handed me the orange-flavored one, took a bite of the cream-flavored one, and nodded vaguely, "Who did you meet? Uh... look Up doesn't matter."

"Uh, it's probably for striking up a conversation." I took a bite out of the cone, the sweet and sour taste of the tangerines made it hard to resist.Mr. Luanbu glanced at Socrates who came back after sharpening his paws: "The next time you meet someone who strikes up a conversation, you will sternly refuse it. If you are afraid, just call it out."

I:"……"

It’s not impossible, I’m an adult anyway, and if I really want to strike up a conversation, I will definitely refuse it—but I will refuse it more tactfully.

Perhaps because he saw through my slander, Mr. Ranpo puffed up his cheeks: "Let's go! If you don't go back to Kunikida, he will chase us out, he is so talkative."

The cannibal's mouth was soft, I bit the cone hard, put my arms around Socrates who was angry for some reason, and led the way back to the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency.

Although the memory isn't very good, I still won't forget the way we walked. Soon I returned to the dormitory with Mr. Ranpo, and happened to meet Mr. Kunikida standing on the lawn holding someone's collar and shouting loudly.

In theory, the person facing us was completely blocked by him, only a corner of the wet sand-colored windbreaker and the bandage on his arm were exposed.

bandage?

Wet?

This level can only be achieved if the whole person falls into the river!

"So, you idiot didn't work hard, and the reason why you disappeared for two days in a row was that you threw yourself into the sea? You caused me and the protected person to wait for you at the gate of the court for so long. If you want to die, stay away from me and hang it on the fishing net It's really embarrassing! Next time I will definitely not go to the police station to bring you back, I should let you stay there and learn a lesson!"

He was so angry, the guy who was shaking wildly by the collar was like a noodle that was about to fall apart.

"Is it okay? Do you want to persuade Mr. Kunikida?" I was very worried that he would become dizzy due to the increase in blood pressure.

"Oh, that's Dazai. My suggestion is, you'd better walk around him." Mr. Ranpo "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" ate the last crispy cone, clapped his hands and put the plastic bag at my feet, crossed his hands Folding the pillow behind his head, he walked towards the stairs of the dormitory: "The famous detective wants to eat fried chicken nuggets and fried shrimp. I want it at night, don't forget it!"

Eh……?

When did he stuff chicken and shrimp into the bag?

oh!I did it while I was feeling guilty.

Is this how a detective gets paid!

It always feels like I've learned a new skill.

The sound of Mr. Ranpo's walking drew the attention of Mr. Kunikida who was passionately beating his colleague. He turned to greet us with one hand holding the man's collar and saying, "Thank you, Mr. Ranpo. And Ms. Yada, thank you Cooperate."

I pursed my lips and nodded to him: "I should thank you all. If you don't mind, please try my craft later."

Forget it, after buying so many ingredients, they are not fresh after a long time.Anyway, it's better to use all of them than fire once.

"Great! Any crabs?"

A fluffy head protruded from Mr. Kunikida's shoulders, and he smiled strangely and brilliantly.

I have always thought that people cannot laugh while clenching their fists. Obviously, this guy who is full of disobedience broke this perception.