put on my white vest

Leading Fight No.20 for eight days.

Well, but the days of the melee now have nothing to do with the silver-haired man, because today is a day off.

Having said that, the original name of the character card, Detective Conan, has almost no description of the private life of the members of the black organization. According to the memory and personality obtained by Lian Hechuan, the silver-haired killer is not a person who will wear casual clothes and go to the supermarket to buy vegetables.

...It's better to say that the sense of disobedience is too strong, Gin is wearing a T-shirt and carrying a vegetable basket or something.

So Lian Hechuan changed into a long gray windbreaker today, simply tied his long silver hair into a ponytail, put on the equipment that looked like a small arsenal, and went out, wandering aimlessly is not bad.

Well... what should I do?

Counting the people I know in this world, [-]% belong to the mafia, [-]% are intelligence dealers and black/market businessmen, and there are enemies and so on.

Everyone doesn't look like they have time to entertain him now.

——Unless he returns to Hong Kong/Hei Building to work overtime happily.

Forget it, let’s go to Tokyo by train. The scenery on the Tokyo Tower must be good. In Gin’s memory, the last time I saw Tokyo Tower was when it was shot with a machine gun...

As a result, the Helicopter was shot down with a helmet by the Shinigami primary school student who is well versed in science.

After buying a ticket for 470 yen, the killer with good habits first opened the small map to observe the safety situation in the station.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, just take a look——

There is a red dot in the middle of the eyes full of yellow dots. The red dot wanders in the station in a daze, passing the same vending machine three times in a row.

...Ah, Edogawa Ranpo.

People from Armed Detective Agency, no wonder they are red dots.

The silver-haired man stood on the spot and poked the almost silent system, connected to the voice channel and asked: "Mr. System, will you be seen by him?" '

' Nothing about the system. '

well.

But the silver-haired man pondered for a while, turned around and left decisively. If there is a red dot in the station, then he should not go up. Anyway, it only takes half an hour to drive to Tokyo.

Oops, failed.

In just a blink of an eye, the man who had read the script was already standing in the direction where the silver-haired mafia was leaving to stop him. Lian Hechuan glanced at the mini-map again, oh, it's yellow.

"The people of the Armed Detective Agency, what do you do?"

"It's decided, it's up to you to send Ranpo-sama to Tokyo!"

"...?"

Ranpo-sama, please be upright and bold:

"Don't even think about leaving, Mr. Killer doesn't want his rare vacation to be ruined either!"

"Don't even think about contacting our president! Lord Ranpo doesn't want to see him now!!"

Good, 20-year-old grown-up who lost his temper and ran away from home.

The silver-haired killer's hand holding the phone has a bruised vein, which is really... the worst possible situation.

You can't do it, because it will make the port mafia provoke the silver wolf Fukuzawa Yukichi; you can't leave, because this too smart guy has already entangled him.

The silver-haired cadre sighed in his heart, and reported to the leader Mori Ogai with his last hope.

[Meet Edogawa Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency. ——Gin]

Opposite seconds back.

[Please Gin-kun deal with him, the port mafia is doing something in Yokohama today. ——Boss】

So not only did he not get out of the sea of ​​suffering, but he hoped that I would use him to hold back the members of the Armed Detective Agency? ?

Holidays don't exist.

The detective wearing a plaid shawl waited on the spot while eating potato chips. When he saw the silver-haired cadre put down his mobile phone with a sullen face, he knew that he had a free nanny for today.

The famous detective with the character of a child said proudly: "How is it? Master Ranpo knows that the leader of the mafia will also agree, this kind of thing can be seen at a glance!"

"..."

Well, he wondered if he had stayed with Oda Sakunosuke for so long that he had even infected himself with attracting children.

No matter how you look at it, the two people who don't match the style of the painting sat together on the adjacent seats of the tram. The silver-haired man with the ponytail said nothing, and the black-haired man with the beret continued to consume all the things in his hands. class snacks.

He finally ate a bag of lemon sea salt-flavored potato chips, and continued to reach into his jacket pocket without stopping. If I remember correctly, there should be one prepared by the president here...huh? !Where's my chocolate pie?

Edogawa Ranpo's eyes widened for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that today he ran out after being angry unilaterally, so the president hasn't had time to help him with snacks...

His background panel became darker visible to the naked eye, as if his life without snacks had turned into a salted fish.

No, cheer up! !I'm Ranbu-sama, the shopping trolley on the tram must sell delicious snacks, just wait for the steward to push the trolley over, and I remember the money is in——

......Ruined.

I was in such a hurry that I didn’t even bring my wallet with me, and I used up my last change to buy a train ticket...

The gray complexion of the famous detective who lost his soul reappeared.

The mafia/hands who worked overtime pretended to watch the scenery outside the window, and occasionally turned their heads to glance at the situation of Edogawa Ranbu. It is said that the train from Yokohama to Tokyo takes about half an hour. Is it okay to not eat snacks for such a long time? …

"No!" The detective saw the silver-haired killer's doubts at a glance, "If Mr. Detective Ranpo doesn't have snacks, he won't be able to work properly!"

...and by work you mean away from home?

I don't know you detective very well.

Edogawa looked at the man next to him who was complaining inwardly. The first time he saw the silver-haired man, he only saw the dark aura and solemn murderous aura around him, and he deduced that this was the port mafia. The famous silver bullet.

But after a few more glances, he realized that this person is the type who eats soft but not tough, and although he looks chaotic and evil, he behaves like lawful and neutral, so he chooses this person to be his daily feeder.

Because Ranpo-sama doesn't know how to ride a train, I originally planned to wait for the president at the station, but now that someone helps, I can go to Tokyo!

Never compromise until the president comes to find Ranpo-sama to go back! !

Edogawa Ranpo turned his head to look at the approaching snack truck, his eyes were full of longing that could not be concealed, although he did not speak directly to Lian Hechuan, but...

——What is this feeling of bullying a child?Obviously, the shell of gin is relatively young now, right? !

"I will charge interest to your president."

Pulling out a stack of banknotes and handing it to the greedy detective, the silver-haired man still looked calm.

Ranpo took the money, but his expression was not as joyful as he had imagined. He puffed up his mouth and said with extreme dissatisfaction: "It's not the president! Lord Ranpo will pay it back by himself, don't underestimate the life ability of a famous detective like the president! "

The silver-haired man glanced coolly at the guy whose pockets had been pulled out of the liner, and the guy who didn't even have a wallet, saying this is not convincing at all, okay?

Lord Ranpo, he became angry like a puffer fish.

Because with this guy, naturally there is no way to fulfill the original Tokyo Tower sightseeing plan.

As soon as he got out of the station, the famous detective happily ran into the souvenir shop with banknotes and bought a bunch of delicious and beautiful souvenirs. It seemed that he wanted to prove that he really went to Tokyo alone, and he specially selected the ones with Tokyo printed on them. .

Time slowly arrived in the afternoon, just eating snacks is not a meal, so Gin could only take the name of "run away from home angrily because of being complained about life skills, just to prove that he can travel to Tokyo alone" Detectives tracked down a cafe with a small family.

A cup of hot American black coffee without sugar, a cup of cappuccino with baked sweet cookies, the two seem to be in harmony now.

The silver-haired cadre took out his mobile phone and glanced at the news sent by the intelligence team. As expected, Yukichi Fukuzawa had already boarded the train from Yokohama to Tokyo, and now only [Please Don’t Die] and Akiko Yosano stayed at the Armed Detective Agency.

Of course it's not about taking action against the Armed Detective Agency, but the information about the death of the leader of the Takase Society is still under blockade, and □□ is going to use a big move to expose this fact this afternoon.

At this time, it is best not to have decent people around, so as not to cause complications.

Edogawa continued to add sugar to the cappuccino, which was not bitter in the first place: "The old man is already dead, you killed him."

"Nothing can hide from Ranpo-sama! But don't worry, I won't say anything."

——Speaking out is likely to bring trouble to the president, and Hong Kong/Black are not easy to mess with.

The silver-haired killer didn't answer.

The black-haired detective didn't care either, he continued to talk to himself: "The president is very busy every day, every night the situation in Yokohama is very chaotic, many people are dying, he doesn't have time to buy for Ranpo-sama Snacks."

Edogawa Ranbu opened his eyes slightly, he had put on a pair of square glasses at some point, and the sharp light in the green pupils shot from behind the lenses.

"However, when I saw Mr. Killer today, the real-name detective immediately understood that you Hong Kong/Black people are planning to... first mix the water and then use the net to scoop it all up."

The silver-haired man opposite still didn't speak, he picked up the white porcelain cup and took a sip of mellow black coffee, as if acquiescing to this matter.

But facing this famous detective, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

So Qin Jiu could only give an ambiguous reply, he said vaguely: "Maybe."

In the beginning, the source of the rumors that the death of the rich man left behind a 5000 billion inheritance can no longer be traced on the surface, and the pursuit of money by large and small organizations is also crazy and voluntary.

But the port/black/hand party...or Mori Ogai did take advantage of this rumor, and he deliberately aggravated the chaos in order to achieve the greatest effect of cleaning up.

The leader with many methods and ambitious goals has already planned every next step, including the official name of the 'double black' formed by the two cadres' replacements, including the 'special ability opening license' to be obtained in the next few years.

In the long run, this is not a bad thing for Yokohama.

"Master Ranpo knows."

"Here's a chestnut cake!"

The dark-haired detective got the answer, raised his hand and continued to fight the snack.

Another time passed.

Calculating the weather, Fukuzawa Yukichi should be arriving soon.

Jingling—the wind chimes sounded.

The swordsman Silver Wolf pushed open the door of the cafe, looked around and walked towards this side.

"Ranbu, go back."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that it is impossible for you to go to Tokyo by train alone. Go back to the detective agency. The clerks have prepared cakes for you."

Immediately afterwards, Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the silver-haired man sitting and drinking coffee. This man's silver-white hair was a little darker and bloodier than his own pure white color.

"Mr. Silver Bullet Gin, I'm sorry to trouble you today."

"It's nothing, but I suggest you wait until the sun goes down before going back."

"Has there been a firefight...I see, thanks."

"what."

Edogawa Ranpo squinted his eyes to accept the president's apology, he clapped his hands and stood up to bid farewell: "Then Ranpo-sama will go first, Mr. Terrible Killer."

Scary or something... You're not scared at all, okay?

Pulling out the mini-map to take a look, a half-yellow, half-green dot and a half-red, half-yellow dot are leaving.

Silver-haired killer: ...are you guys from the Armed Detective Agency chameleons?

Shocked by the half and half of the gin in the color of the camp, silently watching the waiter's action of clearing up the empty plates, he realized later——

Although it is only a small number, Ranpo Edogawa, did you forget to pay me back the money I bought for the snacks... Coffee is also my guest.

... I was careless.