Bungo common problem

In the end, Qianli became "a person".

The original house was no longer rented due to geographical location and safety reasons, so Oda Sakunosuke found a house close to the Armed Detective Agency without worry.

Anyway, in a way, Butei is more reliable than the police in Yokohama.

Because of the port mafia and whitewashing, he can be said to be quite worried.But in order to be able to return to Yokohama without any danger, he had to leave.

The more he wants to be with the other party, the more he has to separate from the other party first. People will always be trapped in reality.

After Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai left, Chisato looked at the empty new room, feeling a little dazed for a moment.She blinked, went to sit on the sofa and poured herself a glass of water, then bent her legs and held the water glass and curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the pitch-black TV screen, wandering off into space.

Everything has been settled, Oda Saku has now left Yokohama, and he has fulfilled his long-cherished wish, which is happy ending.

So next, what should I do...?

The long-standing goal disappeared, and Qianliyi suddenly couldn't think of what else he wanted to do.

Continue to write novels?There seems to be nothing to do, write more and save more money, and then...then...that's it.

She looked down at her reflection in the water glass, and said to herself again in her heart.

I can't think of anything yet, so let's do it first.

Thinking in this way, Qianli began to think about the next new book. The long-lost life of living alone made her work and rest gradually turn upside down within a few days.

"Ding dong—— ding dong ding dong—"

The doorbell rang suddenly, Qianli rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, opening the door in a daze.

At this time... who will come here?

"Crack-"

Turning the door lock, Qianli opened the door, and the figure of Yuan Qi outside the door was exposed in her sight.

"Chaos... steps?"

Why is he alone?Isn't he afraid to let go if no one takes him?

"Of course it's Lord Ranpo, otherwise who else could it be? And how can I not go back so close?"

Regarding the matter of the left and right buildings, he Edogawa Ranpo just didn't know his way and wasn't an idiot.

Luanbu replied with his arms akimbo as a matter of course. He looked at Qianli's dull appearance who had just woken up for a while, and his eyes became sharp in an instant.

"The sun is already drying your butt, and you just woke up. I haven't slept in like this!"

Although it's actually because the president doesn't give him much time to sleep in, but anyway, it's a fact that he doesn't sleep in.

Most importantly, how long has it been?Just change the original regular schedule into this, and she really can't leave her alone!

"Now, pack your things and go out to eat with me."

Edogawa pushed Chisato into the house in random steps, thinking about Fukuzawa Yukichi's appearance when he was educating himself on weekdays, he imitated his face, coughed lightly, and spoke in a calm and serious voice.

"It's already noon, don't you feel guilty?"

Qianli: "..."

I... don't seem to have anything to feel guilty about?

Qianlihui thought for a while that he was getting more and more late these days, and estimated that he would directly become a night owl's routine in a few days, but he felt a little guilty in his heart.

But staying up late at home, isn't that a normal thing!And she actually knew it and was ready to adjust.

Well, I'm getting ready (cough).

Seeing Qianli's still out-of-state expression, Edogawa Ranpo couldn't hold back his stern face, and broke his power in an instant.

"You don't even have a guilty conscience!"

He pushed Qianli into the bedroom while holding Qianli's shoulder, and opened his mouth angrily.

"No, I have to adjust back from today. I want to follow! Do you know the follow-up!"

"Which..."

Chisato wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Edogawa Ranpo.

"Believe it or not, I told Oda Sakunosuke?"

Qianli fell silent in an instant, his eyes full of complexity.

Luanbu, you actually made a small report!

In the end, Qianli still changed clothes and washed, and then went out with the other party.

The street after a long absence was still bustling with people coming and going, and the two of them didn't go far, and sat down at a dim sum shop that Luanbu often ate, and neither of them felt that there was anything wrong with having dim sum as a meal at noon.

"Speaking of... I have a question."

Seeing Ranpo's behavior of removing mochi and eating only red bean stuffing quite naturally, Qianli hesitated to speak.

"Is Ranbu...very interested in me?"

She thought that the two parties were employed and maybe they were acquainted with each other, so they could be called acquaintances, no matter how much... She didn't think about it.So she thought that after Oda's work was over, the two sides should not have much intersection, and maybe she had something to trouble the other party, at least the other party should not come to her.

But such a thing did happen, and Qianli felt that something was wrong.

"Of course there is interest."

Edogawa Ranpo hadn't swallowed the red bean paste in his mouth, so he could only puff up his cheeks and answer vaguely.

"But the most important thing is yourself."

"Myself?"

What is interesting about yourself?Or is it that the other party is interested in the "he" he exchanged?Or the experience of being stripped clean?

"It's you. You can't do it if no one is watching. Lord Ranpo is doing good deeds."

Ranpo Edogawa, who finally swallowed the red bean paste, thought about it and made a metaphor.

"If you fly away like a kite, it's very difficult to fly back."

Qianli:? ? ?

What flew away?My own people are here, how can I fly away?

"Although...well, I don't quite understand, but there is one thing that I understand."

Qianli lowered his eyes and revealed a gentle smile.

"Is Ranpo caring about me? The same thing happened before, if it wasn't for Ranpo, I might not have made up my mind. So I really, really appreciate Ranpo."

Against the backdrop of the sun, the golden eyes became more transparent, with a brighter color, full of sincerity.

The chopsticks in Edogawa Ranpo poked the skin of the mochi, and he spoke mercilessly.

"Because you're an idiot."

He said, under such scorching gaze, his eyes unconsciously moved to the glass.

"But I can barely look at you."

He looked at the blurred reflection above, and a sentence suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Because you are sick."

Edogawa turned his gaze back at random steps, and repeated these words with seriousness in his opened blue eyes.

"Because you're 'ill'."

"Get ill?"

Qianli repeated these two words strangely, with deep doubts in his head.

It is known that what Ranbu said is true.

So, if he said he was sick, he was definitely sick.

But, I...why don't I know!Could it be that there is an incubation period?Or is he already terminally ill?Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup later?

"It's not what you think, how could you be terminally ill?"

Edogawa Ranbu bit off the red bean filling in one bite, as if he was muttering indignantly with each bite, and after a while, he finally uttered a clear sentence.

"Only idiots get sick, and you are even more idiot than idiots!"

"Okay, I'm stupid, I'm stupid."

Knowing that she was fine, Qianli breathed a sigh of relief and decided to change the subject.

"Speaking of which, I've actually been upside down recently because I was thinking about a new novel."

In the next second, Qianli was exposed mercilessly by Luanbu.

"No, you're playing a game."

"But I thought about it!"

"You play a lot of games."

"I really thought about it!"

Qianli felt the need to defend herself, so she crossed her fingers under her chin and spoke deeply.

"I'm just... well, uninspired."

Probably because of the ups and downs of Oda Zuo, she has been in the state of a sage after the event, and her heart has been calm, thinking a lot but being denied by herself.

There is no sense of wanting to write a story strongly at all.

"How about changing it?"

Edogawa squinted his eyes in disorder, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Speaking of which, the novels you write have always been for other people, why don't you change them?"

"Change?"

I was taken aback for a thousand miles, and quickly reacted.

Indeed, thinking about it now, the first "Sacrifice" was written by her because of her livelihood, and "The Believer" was written with Oda Saku in mind, and the last four are also to remind the other party.

"Why don't you try to write what you want to write?"

Edogawa Luanbu put down the chopsticks in his hand and observed Chisato's expression.

"No matter what it is, even if it is written casually."

"But……"

Qianli hesitated to speak.

"I don't seem to have anything in particular to write..."

"Really not?"

Edogawa Ranpo asked calmly.

"Even if you don't publish it, you don't need to worry about anyone, and there is no such thing as a novel that won't be read by someone, is there really?"

"If not seen..."

Qianli murmured these words, and the whole person suddenly fell silent.

Yes, if you throw out all your worries, throw out the worry that being seen will make people worry, I... probably do have an idea.

She lowered her eyes, and her eyes glanced blankly over the pattern on the table, and then extended to a distant place that even she herself didn't know.

It's just a thought, maybe there will be a suitable subject in a few days?

She hesitated, and Edogawa's random steps suddenly sounded.

"How do you know what will happen if you don't write it out?"

Qianli raised her eyes, and at some point, the other party had stood up and came to her side from the opposite side of the table, with her left hand on her hip, and her right hand kept poking back and forth on the dull hair on the top of her head.

"After finishing writing, it may be more suitable for publication."

He smiled confidently, and bent down to bring those blue eyes closer together. At the same time, the other party's eyes were also clearer, and he could even see his own reflection inside.

Edogawa Ranpo suddenly remembered something.

Someone asked about the president, what is it that I want to help.

At that time, he couldn't answer it, but now, he thinks he might know.

Staring at those eyes that were stained with a glimmer of light, a firm answer naturally emerged from the bottom of his heart.

What I want to help is the "heart" of the other party.

and so--

"A mere prediction is a matter of course for me!"

The blue lake, with its exuberant spring color, when it collides with the golden color, follows the connection at this moment, trying to pass on its own characteristics to the other party.

"Ranpo-sama is the No.1 detective in the world."

——So just trusting Ranpo-sama is enough.