The Poisoned Apple of Port Mafia

"Barian assassination force?" Fran blinked. It turned out that Balian was an assassination force. He thought it was some kind of funny organization. "Did they do anything?"

"Not long ago, many members belonging to Balian appeared in Yokohama. They seemed to be looking for something, which seriously affected the order of Yokohama..."

"Oh." Fran knew about the same thing when he heard this, "Understood."

"But why didn't the port mafia do anything..." Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help asking.

He remembered that the presence of port mafia members who disrupted order in Yokohama would not be tolerated.

"Oh, I guess it's that unscrupulous perverted Lolicon boss, who is collecting evidence of what they did, right? I'll settle a deal with Pengo Li and the others later." Fran held his chin, since they have already come to Yokohama , It is impossible for the perverted lolicon boss to stand idly by, "Have you received a commission to investigate what they did in Yokohama before?"

"Yeah." Atsushi Nakajima nodded.

"Sure enough, it is the commission of your port mafia." Edogawa Ranpo picked up the delicious stick on the thick dim sum cake. It was the first time he had seen this kind of combination, but the taste was unexpectedly good.

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima was confused.

"It is estimated that I want you to collect the information first, so that it will be much more convenient when we negotiate the conditions later." In terms of benefit division, the port mafia will be on the favorable side.

"That person just now should be one of Balian's cadres." Edogawa ran his chin in his hands.

"Maybe."

"Are they looking for the book?"

"Ah."

"Oh, that's it." Edogawa Ranpo already knew almost everything, "Have you encountered anything interesting?"

"Yes." Fran picked up a strawberry, "I met a very, very good-looking person."

Atsushi Nakajima froze for a moment when he noticed that Fran said something special twice.

He had rarely seen Fran boast like this.

Edogawa Ranpo was very calm.

"Is that the one who looks like you?" Edogawa Ranpo asked.

"Eh? You know?" Fran raised his eyes.

"Hmm." Ranpo Edogawa took out a photo from his pocket with a fork in his mouth.

Atsushi Nakajima leaned over and saw the smiling green-haired boy in the photo walking with the blond-haired boy he saw just now. Let’s talk about the green-haired boy without saying anything else. The face of the green-haired boy can be said to be exactly the same as Fran’s. .

Hey, why hasn't he seen this photo?

"The photo I found when I went to investigate." Edogawa Ranpo shook his fork, "Although they look exactly the same, I can tell with your toes that it is impossible for you to smile like this."

"If you work hard, it should be fine." Fran said.

"Then try it."

Edogawa Ranpo and Nakajima Atsushi both looked at Fran.

Under their watchful eyes, Fran took a bite of the cake calmly, then put down the fork, stretched out a finger with his left and right hands, pressed them on both sides of his mouth, and pulled out a smile.

"Forget it, don't force it." Edogawa waved his hands in disorder.

this smile...

"Yeah, don't force it, I'll give you my strawberries." Atsushi Nakajima gave Fran the strawberry on top of his cake, and looked at Fran with kind eyes.

"..." has been offended.

Feeling aggrieved, Fran forked the strawberry Atsushi Nakajima gave him and put it in his mouth.

"Are you going back to Yokohama next? Or?"

"I've been working continuously for a long time, so the president gave me more than a week's leave. During this time, I can live with you." Edogawa Ranpo said.

"Eh?" Nakajima Atsushi looked shocked, he didn't expect Edogawa Ranpo to have a holiday.

"Okay, what about you?" Fran looked at Atsushi Nakajima.

"I..." Atsushi Nakajima thought about his vacation and realized that he had no vacation at all...

"He doesn't have any vacation, he can go back to Yokohama later."

"Ah, indeed, it's not so easy for you, a small member of a detective agency, to want a vacation. If you are a member of the port mafia, vacations are not a problem at all." When the time comes, the vacation will depend entirely on his mood.

Fran looked at Atsushi Nakajima with regretful eyes.

"After all, the position assigned to you before is regarded as a bodyguard. You have to follow wherever you go. It's equivalent to playing. You can also play along. Hey, it's a pity." Fran shook his head.

He doesn't even want such a good position, silly.

"..."

In the end, Fran sent Atsushi Nakajima away.

After Fran sent Edogawa Ranpo to his home, he went to Obsidian Paradise to find Rokukoku.

"Master." Fran walked to Liudaokuku's room carrying a cake box.

I found Liudao Mukui lying on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing steadily as if asleep.

Fran leaned over curiously, staring at Rokudo Mukuro's face.

Well, Master's eyelashes are really long.

Fran stretched out his fingers and touched Liudao Mukuro's eyelashes lightly, which was very interesting.

To be honest, Master looks quite obedient when he closes his eyes?

Fran stared at Rokukoku's face, slowly moved his hand to Rokukoku's closed eyes, and gently stroked Rokukoku's right eye with his fingers.

For some reason, he felt that Master's eye was a little...

There is an indescribable feeling.

Fran blinked, retracted his hand, and put down the cake box in his hand at the same time, then silently took a pen and a pair of scissors from his pocket, and he began to think about whether he wanted to scribble on his master's face Woolen cloth?Or took the opportunity to cut Master's hair?

Just when Fran decided to do something to Liudao Mukuro's hair, Liudao Mukuro, whose eyes were closed, opened them.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Fran's wrist, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Oh, what do you want to do?"

"Well..." Fran blinked innocently, "I just saw that you have a different hair on your head, Master, so I want to help you solve it."

"Kufufufu." Liudaomu sat up, "Really? If I don't find it, your hair must be the same as mine."

"...just kidding." Fran silently withdrew his hand holding the scissors, "but what did you do, Master?" Master Pineapple Head was probably not just sleeping just now.

"kufufufufu, nothing, just asking someone to ask a question."

"What's the question?" Fran blinked, "If it's about hairstyles, you can ask, for example, Master, if you want to dye the wind, I recommend you to paint all the hair in gold except for that one, and the rest will be Dyed green, this can make your cspy even better, master, perfect pineapple."

Finally, Fran sat on the sofa with one cheek flushed.

"Master, if you want to pinch next time, pinch both sides together, this way will be more symmetrical." Fran touched his cheek.

Sure enough, only one side was swollen.

"Kufufufufu, how about I pinch it now?" Liudaoku raised his eyebrows.

"No need." Fran refused, and he began to share the information he got, "By the way, Balian and the others went to Yokohama to do something."

"Oh." Liudao Mu flicked the hair behind his ear, "Is their goal the book?"

"That's right—" Fran applauded, "Maybe they want to use that book for something."

"I can guess what they want to do." Liudaokuo held his chin and snorted.

Probably I want to use that book to make xanxus the tenth generation of Pengelie.

But when I think about it, if Balian and the others are really allowed to get that book and successfully use that book to make xanxus the scene of the tenth generation of Vengley, Liu Dao Mu finds it quite interesting.

"Do you still have that book with you?" Liu Dao Mu asked.

"Yeah." Fran nodded, reaching out to take out the book, but found that it was not there, "Ah, I used it as a cushion yesterday, but I forgot to take it back." His desk was shaking a little yesterday, so he Put the book under the table.

"Oh?" Liu Daoku was not too surprised, after all, this kid has done similar things more than once.

"Let's go back and see."

"Ah."

"I'm back—" Fran opened the door and walked into the living room.

"Yo, you're back." Edogawa, a 26-year-old adult nestled in Fran's beanbag, waved his hand lazily.

Fran saw the book next to the beanbag, "Have you read it?"

"Yes." Edogawa Ranpo nodded.

"Anything new?" Fran walked over to pick up the book.

"Well, that's about it. But instead of reading the book, you can go upstairs to have a look, maybe someone has broken into your room." Edogawa Ranpo said calmly.

"Ah, is it so bad." Fran stopped, "Then let's take a look."

"Well, maybe they've already left, but be careful what they leave behind." Ranpo Edogawa put down the empty bag of potato chips in his hand, and then came out of the sofa, "I'll go up and have a look too."

"Well, your room is really empty." Edogawa ranpo looked at Fran's current room.

It was basically simple furniture and a large bed that seemed to be unused except for a little sleep on it.

"It's usually just sleeping here." Fran looked around the room, trying to find out what was different.

"That's it." Edogawa ran to the bookcase in the room, looking at the densely packed comic books and some other books in the bookcase.

Ok.

"Sure enough, someone has been here." Edogawa Ranbu pointed at the bookcase, "Come and have a look."

"Ah, really." Fran walked over and looked at the bookcase. The comics and other books on the bookcase were sorted in a different order, basically unchanged, they were all arranged in ascending order.

But the problem is in this sorting order. Fran’s bookcase lacks a kind of comic book. Its typesetting number of episodes is different from other comic books. It is reversed. There are 50 episodes in total, so the cover of the first episode It actually says 50, so Fran usually collects these comics in order from largest to smallest.

But now the comics on the bookcase are arranged in order from small to large.

"Recently, these people really don't have any skills at all." It's fine if they were discovered by Luanbu when he sneaked in, and he didn't even pack his things.

"It's good that they can tidy up your things for you." Edogawa Ranpo picked up one of the comic books, "You must know that when they were doing things in Yokohama before, they never tidied up, even sneaked into other people's When I was at home, I would break other people’s things and leave after looking for things.”

"That's too much." Fran bent down and picked up a strand of hair.

The hair in Fran's hand was green.

Is it his hair?