Social animals don't deserve love

"Mr. Ranpo, the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't seem to have called to invite you over."

Walking out of the office, Mr. Ranpo put his hands in his pockets and bounced down the stairs, and I followed behind to remind him to confirm the itinerary.The squinting-eyed young man snorted without looking back: "The detective thinks, you don't want to stay in the office and watch Dazai and his friends be silly?"

"Thank you."

I looked down at my toes, and my eyes followed the patterns on the floor tiles to the distance: "Thank you."

"Since you are thankful, let's show some sincerity!" The little brown cloak was blown wildly by the wind, and his emerald green eyes came into view. He bent down and patted my forehead: "For example..."

"For example, ask Shangjinghua to go to Jutang to eat yudofu? Spring is coming soon, and there will be a new limited set meal. The wagashi is very beautiful..."

I followed his words, and the detective was furious: "You are an idiot!"

Who wants to go out to eat with a little one?

"Idiot! Idiot! Do you think of me as a child?"

He was so angry that he almost jumped up along the street: "You and Jinghua go eat soup tofu, I'm going to the Metropolitan Police Department. It doesn't matter if you don't have an invitation, Sergeant Yasui wishes for a famous detective to be here every day. Hmph!"

The voice was getting louder and louder, but there was no action: "I'm leaving! I'm going to the police station! I'm ignoring you! I won't play with you again!"

Both feet moved back and forth restlessly, and they did not leave the spot after moving for nearly a minute.

Standard kids.

"A certain store has a new limited-flavored snack, let's go to a rough dim sum shop together? For soup tofu, next time I buy the ingredients and try it at home, okay?"

Seeing the famous detective blushing with anger, I remembered that there seemed to be an advertisement for this in the newspaper he had been staring at.

"Humph!"

The footsteps finally moved forward, and the young man quickly turned around and walked in front: "I'm so stupid, but my observation skills are just passable."

"Mr. Ranpo!"

"Ok?"

"...the direction is wrong."

"!"

The dim sum shop near the station has a large area, with four or five stores side by side, and there are long queues at both ends of the entrance and exit—one side is waiting to enter the store, and the other side is waiting for the checkout.

"Waiting here...it's boring."

He stood on tiptoe and looked around, his eyes lit up, and there was indeed a billboard that he had just seen in the morning on the shelf occupying the c position: "I want to see the puzzle game in your mobile phone, you can stand here for 10 minutes No?"

What he meant was that he was going to take my mobile phone and find a place to rest and play games, while I stood here in line for three 10 minutes.

"I've already cleared the level. It's not difficult to accumulate action points in the early stage if I want to finally save the doctor, but the choice that the mechanical program has to make is very annoying."

I took out my new mobile phone and handed it to him. A detective was even more slippery than using my own mobile phone. I turned off the sound and started the game, squatting beside him and started reading the text.

No. At 209 minutes, he returned to the phone angrily: "The degree of freedom is too low. I can tell the murder that the option points to at a glance, so don't go into the night alley. The killer who is ambushing will definitely deal with the innocent prey who strayed into the trap first." .”

"That is to say, knowing that there is going to be a problem, you can't advance without choosing the storyline. It's annoying. Only when you suffer some injuries in the front will there be an avoidance option, or you can directly send the doctor to die in the first round, and use action points to avoid it in the second round. Options don't go down alleys."

Putting the phone back into the pocket, another one was stuffed in front of him immediately, and the detective rolled his eyes: "You install this game for me, and see if there are other solutions when I'm bored."

"..."

I really want to tell him that you give up, the design team has deliberately arranged this, otherwise the hidden story cannot be elicited, and other players will have no game experience.However, if he did, he would definitely become very frustrated, so he could only: "Okay, I still have an invitation code, and I will find a place to install it for you later."

The line quickly reached the end, and the shopping guide lady smiled and handed over a plastic basket: "Welcome-!"

Mr. Ranpo's attention immediately shifted from the game to the dim sum: "I'll mention it, go and see what new dim sum is available."

"I'll go directly to the checkout line and line up. You can bring the thick snacks you've chosen and put them in a basket, which will save time." Otherwise, you'll have to wait for at least an hour to check out.

He froze for a moment, and was overjoyed: "This is a good way, you don't have to move." As he spoke, he swayed his cloak and lifted his basket to get into the crowd. I think he likes to run around in the crowd, so he laughed helplessly and walked to the checkout. Standing at the tail of the team, he turned on his mobile phone and began to download and install the game.

Mr. Ranpo, a famous detective, doesn't even have a basic password in his cell phone, call logs, browsing traces, or information, just throw it away like that.I suspect that after buying the phone, he just opened it up and used it indiscriminately, not to mention the corresponding program, I'm afraid he didn't even install an anti-virus software.It's no problem to use the feature phone in this way, and the smart phone can also use it in this way. It is estimated that Huadai has been protecting his information security for him.

The signal here is good, and the game is downloaded quickly. After opening it and trying it, it can run normally. I installed other commonly used programs for him.Anyway, there is a flower bag. If something goes wrong, Mr. Kunikida will send him a bottle of textile softener, and everything will be repaired properly within 3 minutes of keeping it.

In 45 minutes, he came to me with a basket that was almost overflowing: "I'm so tired, I must ask Tanizaki to run errands to buy these next time. If it wasn't for making you happy, the famous detective wouldn't do this kind of physical work, did you hear me?"

Looking down at the dim sum, snacks and soft drinks that may be about ten catties, I have to sigh that it is fortunate that Mr. Ranpo's supernatural ability is not of the summoning system, otherwise he would be able to empty the entire dim sum shop by himself.

"Pack them in four bags, so that each person can carry two more easily."

Soon we were in line to check out. After paying the bill and walking out of the dim sum shop, my mobile phone rang suddenly.

It was Mr. Kunikida who called, saying that the Metropolitan Police Department called the detective agency to find Mr. Ranpo and asked where we were going.

By the way, Mr. Ranpo, why did you call me...

"It's near the transit station, go there right away." I told him our exact location at the moment, and Mr. Kunikida added furtively after hearing this: "Ango Sakaguchi has already left, that... you can go back to the office without worry."

"Come back with Mr. Ranpo later."

Covering the receiver, I turned to tell Edogawa Ranpo that he couldn't continue playing: "The Metropolitan Police Department specially called to invite you."

"Huh?" The detective looked down at the plastic bag in his hand, as if he was about to quit.I hastily dug out the snacks he usually likes and handed them over: "The police officers need you, and the victims need you too. Everyone doesn't know what to do without you. Eat something first, and I'll take you there, okay?"

"Humph~" Mo De's soul's rainbow fart can also blow his whole body into fluffy flowers, it's really easy to understand: "I really can't do anything about them, who is so powerful as a detective."

The childish young man tore open the package and ate snacks. After he finished eating, we took the tram to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It was the same police officer Xiaoshan who was in charge of the reception last time, waiting at the door. He looked at the plastic bags in our hands and choked speechlessly.

"Mr. Hard Work Ranpo..."

It's really hard work for you to take time out of your busy schedule of buying dim sum to help us track down the murderer...

I put the other two bags under my command. Officer Xiaoshan thought for a moment, then turned to the detective and said, "Why don't you ask Ms. Yada to move to the reception room with your things and wait? It's not good for anyone to go to the first floor with thick snacks." , what do you say?"

The negative floor is the cold storage, which means the morgue.It is disrespectful to the deceased to see the victim with the thick dim sum, and it is not good for the thick dim sum.

"Murder case..." Mr. Luanpo nodded: "Then, Xiao Fuxue, you have to obediently wait for a detective to come back to claim it. If you wander around and lose it, you will have to go back to the detective agency alone. Also, you can't take it by yourself. Eat all these snacks, do you hear?"

To be honest... I really don't have the ability to eat up four plastic bags of coarse snacks, and you think too highly of me.

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

Police officer Xiaoshan pointed to me the direction of the reception room, and led Mr. Ranpo into the elevator.

"Mr. Luanbu," I called to him, and handed over a bag of candies without residue, "Please pay attention to safety and finish the work earlier."

In this way, you will not be afraid of a sudden lack of sugar in the middle of the work.

"I know, I know, I really care about a lot!" He turned his face away and snickered, happily took the candy and waved me away.

The elevator doors are closed and the reading is minus one.

I walked into the reception room with four plastic bags and sat down, took out my phone and started playing games.Just... Maybe there is a way to bypass the necessary choices to advance the plot?

Until the end of Chapter 1, the door of the reception room opened and closed, and a strange greeting came: "Hi, good day."

I put down my phone and looked up, only to see a kindly lady in a kimono sitting across from me: "I didn't expect someone to be resting here, sorry to bother you."

"Ah, it's okay. You can do whatever you want." I moved the plastic bag at my feet to a position closer to the wall.

She raised her sleeves, covered her lips, and slowly lowered her head with a subtle smile: "It's really up to you to take care of me!"

The style of the old lady is coming.

The concept of "beauty" has nothing to do with age.

I smiled at her, and my eyes fell on the Kamon where the texture of her kimono was looming.

"Ah, I've been noticed. What a keen child." She followed my gaze and glanced sideways: "My husband's family name is Changtian, maybe you will know it. I have to say that it is a coincidence that I met here today. .”

She clarified her identity with two sentences, and at the same time said that meeting here was by chance.As far as I know, the head of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, Sakaguchi's boss and teacher, is a middle-aged man surnamed Nada.

It was also the bald uncle I had seen.

"Good day, Mrs. Farm."

Returning the courtesy to her politely, I lowered my head and continued to fiddle with the phone.

This is the meaning of refusing to talk. I don't know how to face the wife of Sakaguchi Ango's boss.

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