The second generation doesn't want to suck powder anymore

What if Edogawa Ranpo is not mentioned? How inexplicable, out of trust in him, Oda Sakunosuke scratched his head: "I didn't go to archaeology, I just went to the bar—" Picking up two people came back.

Before he could finish speaking, Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes again, and bit off a piece of potato chips: "I picked up two people and came back."

He turned the chair happily again?, and didn't plan to care about it anymore: "Well, forget it, I can satisfy Ranpo-sama's curiosity tomorrow~"

Sure enough, there is basically no need to say it when talking to him, and the other party can understand it.Oda Sakunosuke never wondered why the other party knew and where he got it from, but this 'archaeology' made him interested.

He thought about the relationship between the archeology and the two people he met during the day, and he suddenly realized and had some doubts.

Can't figure it out.

The honest man turned to leave, and heard the detective behind him say lightly: "Well, it's exactly what you think!"

Oda Sakunosuke went back to his room, thinking and thinking.

Ah, so he is already this old?Has it been considered by the other party as belonging to the uncle's generation?

But he is 25 years old this year, and he has adopted many children?... It seems that he is not qualified to say that he is young.

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"Hey, you really despise me, right?", Feijian? He raised the Sanhua cat to the height of his eyes, put it down and put it on the tea table while muttering, "Forget it, you go Let's play."

No matter how much it looks like a human, can it really be a human?He first researched how to move this drunk man who smelled of alcohol to bed.

But he himself is full of water, and can be dried by quick drying, but there is only one room, because he doesn't know what the future members of the commune will look like, and he doesn't even have spare clothes.The silver-haired young man's uncommon frown was probably because there were no other people around, and Quanna was completely drunk.

He doesn't care much about his expression management anymore?

But sure enough, carrying clothes with you is the right choice.Between Thousand Hands? He took out a small scroll from the ninja tool bag tied to his leg, unsealed it, and immediately his spare clothes appeared from inside. He did have a few sets of his own clothes. As a backup, but Quanna's... only? He can lift the seal by himself.

Fei Jian hesitated for a moment, knowing that most drunk people actually hate getting up the next day without taking a shower and smelling of alcohol all over their bodies.

——Yes, it was obvious that they were not able to drink enough, so they drank it by themselves, but it was still very uncomfortable.Maybe because drunks just don't make sense?

He thought for a while, and he and Quan Nai were nothing. They were unfamiliar people, and he was going to give him a little help. He washed it, then changed into his own clothes and threw it on him to sleep.

Although the single bed in the dormitory is already bigger than an ordinary single bed, it will definitely not be so big when two adult men with long hands and feet lie on it.

If the body smells like alcohol, Tobima's sensitive nose will also complain unbearably.

"Do you know how to use...washing and bathing things?" Tokaima seemed crazy, and glanced at the cat squatting on the coffee table.

Sanhuamao didn't bark, but tilted its head slightly, as if it didn't understand.

The silver-haired young man covered his face with a slap, and said in a low voice, "I'm so crazy to talk to cats."

"Quanna, get up and take a shower, and go to bed quickly." He kicked Quanna's calf, who was still dazed on the sofa.

The black-haired young man didn't touch the cat in his arms, but he still repeated the action of stroking the cat. Even if he touched the air, he still felt excited.

Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the condescending door, opened his mouth and thought for a long time before replying slowly: "...I don't want to move."

"...Then what do you want to do?" Fei Jian rubbed the center of his brows with a headache.Compared with him, this wine would not be drunk, but he would feel a little drunk, probably because he hadn't drunk such a strong wine for a long time—compared to their wine, it was quite strong.

"Sleep." Quan Na replied obediently.

"Forget it, let's go to bed." Feijian? Probably also understands that he is going to make do with a drunk all night, isn't it just wine. Smelly?He can bear it!

Seeing that he has the intention of falling asleep on the sofa, Fei Jian pulled him up and pulled Quan Nai's arm forcefully: "Go to bed. Go to sleep!"

Quan Nai was not angry when she was pulled, but complained in a daze: "Such a room like this? So rare? See you..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch the young man's face, focusing on stroking the three red lines.

The young man was shocked, but he didn't throw him off after all, but turned his face sideways to avoid direct contact: "Go to sleep."

Quanna: "I don't want to sleep."

Feijian?: "..." Sure enough, he was a drunkard.

The three-flowered cat just stared at them motionlessly, as if they were very interesting and could arouse its curiosity.

"You are the one who said to sleep, and you are the one who doesn't want to sleep. What do you want?"

Thousand hands? After all, it still belongs to the leader, and he doesn't have it at all? So much patience wasted, he sped up his speech impatiently, and stroked his hair back with his hands, and his face was full of dirty hair Drops of water passed over the tall bridge of the nose, the sexy pale pink lips, and the high-necked black combat uniform...

Uchiha Izumi is also an identity that few people will refute, and he is also an unyielding one. Lai Lai chirps on the shoulders of Toichi, leans his face close to his ear, and whispers: "I want to sleep , but I'm talking about that kind of sleep, I don't want to just sleep with you."

The meanings represented by the three 'sleeping' are subtly different, but Qian Shou Fei Jian can understand it.

His first reaction was not to refuse, but to push the kid away, covered his face with another slap, and his ears immediately turned red.He wiped his face, wiped off the water droplets and the thoughts above, and eased his tone: "Hey, go to sleep."

Quan Nai had already picked him up, and the collar of his clothes was already wet. Of course, this little ancestor Zong was not happy. He pulled his clothes and curled his lips: "Together? sleep."

Three-flowered cat: "..." I didn't see it.

Tokaima's eyes subconsciously swept across his collarbone following Quanna's movements, and then immediately withdrew: "I'll go later."

Quan Nai was still reluctant, and acted like a baby with her misty eyes open: "I don't—"

The silver-haired young man knew that his face was still very useful to Uchiha's face control group. He leaned close to Quanna's face, stretched out his fingers and raised them up. He gave a soft "shh--" and blinked his eyes. , It is rare and unique cunning, with a special flavor.

He whispered, "I'll go later."

The three-flowered cat has already patted the ground impatiently with its tail.

Seeing that Quan Nai's body seemed to be steaming, his face turned red, and then Quan Nai approached the bed in a daze, lay on it, straightened up, pulled the wet neckline apart, and lay down A little drowsy.

Seeing that he was honest and honest, he didn't fall down, so he lowered his eyes and said softly from an absolutely safe distance: "...you will regret it."

He never talks about things or makes decisions with an insane person, because most decision makers regret it the next day when they wake up.

- Night is not a good time to make decisions.

As soon as the silver-haired young man turned around, he controlled himself gracefully. He tugged at his wet clothes and stroked his hair. He felt that it was normal for him to not understand the electrical appliances in this room. He sighed helplessly. Taking a deep breath, he entered the living room again.

The three-flowered cat was still squatting there, seemed to be a little sleepy, with its eyes slightly closed.Seeing him coming out, he opened his eyes in surprise, and looked at him with round eyes, full of curiosity.

He didn't care about it, knowing that he could only make do with it for the night because he didn't understand electrical appliances, so he simply took off his shirt and used the water to treat the water on his body.

He is proficient in water escape, so it is not a big deal to manipulate the fine chakra to condense all the water on his body and head, so he is dry again in an instant.

The water ball formed by the water escape floated in his hand, looking extremely unstable, but he lowered his head indifferently and found the suit he had changed with the transformation technique during the day in the clothes he had just unsealed, and then Putting it on casually, he sealed the black combat uniform with one hand.

The black combat uniform suddenly disappeared, just like when he took something out of the small scroll before... No, it made the cat confused.

The three-flowered cat seemed to be very curious, and pulled the corner of Feijian's clothes. Feijian looked down at him, and saw that its claws were stuck in the corner of the clothes, and it seemed to draw a coil. The corner of its mouth twitched, and it was picked up with one hand Get up, go to the bathroom, throw the water in your hand into the sink.

Sure enough, this is still the same? There is no difference, Tokaima? I also understand this.

Then he walked out of the bathroom again, took out a piece of paper from the paper drawer on the table, and wiped the paws of the three-coloured cat. He sat on the sofa, held the three-coloured cat in his arms, and pulled the cat's paws. Clean up its paws for it, Sanhuamao looked up at him curiously.

Between the doors? Ask it softly while rubbing: "Are you hungry?"

The three-flowered cat seemed to understand, and kept its head up and shook its head from side to side.

Between the doors, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "That's just right."

He looked at the cat's sharp eyes—all erect? Come on—and smiled, the smile fleeting on his iceberg-like face: "I don't know how to use these at all."

"It's a pity that you won't be able to taste my craft." The young man said gently, threw the paper into the wastebasket, and lay down on his own, just lying on the sofa, as if he was going to spend the whole night.

The released cat stood there for a while, then got up, stepped over the young man's legs and arms quietly, and lay down on the space between his chest and arms, wrapping itself with its tail. Come on, it seems like I'm going to sleep like this too.

Between the doors, it raised its eyebrows in surprise, stretched out its hand and snorted the hair on its back, and closed its eyes.

Is there any matter that I will leave to tomorrow's him to deal with?

In fact, from this point of view, he is also very attractive to small animals.

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Quan Nai, who was lying on the bed, turned over and muttered, "...I won't regret it."