Idol coser Mr. Sokin

Coming out from Zhongyuan Zhongya's house, Zong Jin took the house key and pocket money that Zhongyuan Zhongya gave him before leaving, and was very moved.

QAQ.

Mom, this is an angel! !

But he didn't plan to use the money.

Zong Jin put away his things and pulled all his hair back into his beret.

The wide hat can hold everything, leaving only a few witty strands of hair hanging out.Pull down the brim of the hat, only half of the eyes can be seen from the front, and with the current height of 160, Zong Jin guarantees that no one can see his face through this.

Yoshi, in short, let's get rid of this situation of relying on Zhongye for everything, and pay back the medicine fee, as well as the courier fee and commission fee of the detective agency.

And then...he felt relieved to find a way to go back.

When Zong Jin was Shishen Qianqiu, he took on many jobs as an artist.

Graphic models, special guests, MV recording, song production, web dramas, TV dramas, etc., and even went to trainee variety shows to join in the fun.As a rising star in the entertainment industry, he is active in various places, and has dabbled in both acting, dancing and singing. It is not that difficult for him to earn some money with his ability when he has nothing.

It's just that now he can't do these things in the way of Nakahara Chuya.

Zong Jin used the technique of throwing off the paparazzi to avoid the people who followed him, and turned into the shopping mall.

When he came out again, there was no need to hide it. The wind brushed over his blond tea hair, and the fallen leaves whirled under the passing tree. His brown eyes watched calmly, but the scenery reflected in his eyes was full of tenderness.

He walked along a whole leaf and pressed it between his lips.

Just as the melodious prelude blew in the commercial street with people coming and going, a gentle singing voice came out of his mouth. He didn't completely break away from Zhongya's voice, even so, it sounded completely different.

"Yesterday の雨 は 日前に上がった, 今は远いところにやってきたんだだ..."

Yesterday's rain stopped before noon, and I went far away.

From the moment he played the prelude, people gradually surrounded him.

Accompanied by the soft and low singing voice of the young people, many people stopped and stopped here.

"どこか朝たそうな君は何しか，走りはしないで一得に歩いた..."

I thought you fell asleep somewhere, but you didn't run for some reason, but walked with me.

……

At the end of the song, scattered applause rang out. The young man stared at him and saw the thin white shirt on his body.

The woman put some banknotes on the tree altar beside the boy within her own ability.

"..." The young man looked up in surprise, then he smiled, his smile was so clear and gentle that it made people intoxicated, "Thank you."

He closed the blade again, and this time the prelude sounded a little lighter, but still filled with a soft main melody.

"Kurre Ye Wu う Town Corner を, 駆け抜けてく干いた风~"

The yellow leaves are dancing and flying, and I don't know where to go when I leave the alley.

"Shinびた影とイチョウNamiki, Season を见てたかった~"

The long shadow stands alone in the shade, and the heart of the season has not changed.

……

On the other side of the street outside the crowd, Kenji Miyazawa, who was attracted by the song for a while, turned his head, and the empty space around him reminded him of something.

He blinked with a blank expression, and after a while he tilted his head in a dazed expression: "Hey, where is Mr. Ranbu?"

Zong Jin looked down at the objects on the altar. Apart from money, there were also some individually wrapped buns and candy in cans that people carried with them.

The money is scattered and not much, but it adds up to a considerable amount.

Zong Jin closed his eyes and played the final ending, then put down the leaf.He is grateful to the people who offered to help him even if he didn't say anything.In fact, most of the people who left supplies left after listening to them for a long time, and even lip-synced with Zong Jin before leaving.

He thanked the audience, and seeing that Zong Yuan had no intention of continuing to sing, the crowd dispersed.

"Oh, this candy tastes really good~"

Zong Jin was taken aback by the voice coming from beside him. This voice was more like the person he was playing in appearance now, and he moved his eyes down to look around him.

Sitting next to the tree altar where the audience gifts are placed is a black-haired... youth with a hat?With a puffy face, he tasted the sweet candy, poured out one from the candy jar in one hand, and handed it to Zong Jin.

"Give."

...It's Ranpo Edogawa.

Zong Jin pursed his lower lip, and took the candy from Edogawa Ranpo, "Thank you."

"You sing very well." Edogawa Ranpo held his face in his hands, his squinted eyes seemed to be staring at Zong Jin, "Have you ever learned it systematically?"

"Ah...well, thank you for the compliment." Zong Jin took the candy and didn't eat it, and replied vaguely, with his head tilted slightly.

"There are very few people in Yokohama who can sing on the street. Today is not just you, there are many people everywhere in Yokohama." Said, Edogawa Ranbo stared at the pocky next to him, and focused on fighting with the packaging bag, "Because yesterday The morning concert, what do you think?"

may be?

However, it's all said and done.

Edogawa Rebellion

If he understands step by step, he can indeed pretend to be stupid and pretend not to know, and Edogawa Ranpo will not necessarily expose it, but...it is not necessary.

"..."

Zong Jin let out a long breath. He was not wearing a hat in this attire, and he couldn't press the brim of the hat even if he wanted to.

He no longer maintained the overly gentle aura around him, and reached out and pulled off the well-trimmed wig.Unfixed ochre-colored half-length hair let loose, he shook his head to let the long hair hang naturally, bit the rubber band between his wrists and tied it up.After being completely relaxed, it became more casual and natural. The dazzling self-confidence that seemed to be rooted in his bones was revealed, and Zong Jin's expression was more helpless.

"How did Mr. Ranpo find out?"

"Yeah~ I don't understand what you're talking about." Ranpo Edogawa seemed to be in a good mood and bit the pocky at first, but when he heard this, his face puffed up, and his tone was angrily, "Isn't this kind of thing obvious at a glance?"

In particular, the choker on Zong Jin's neck was not picked. Isn't this a bonus question?

Zong Jin also realized that his hand touched the looming choker under the collar of his shirt.

But to be honest, two people with different auras and temperaments, even if they wear the same accessories, people will not just guess that two people who have no similarities are the same person.

Zong Jin didn't carry out 100% cosplay, but just made a little disguise for himself.This time, the character's voice was not used, but Nakahara Chuya's voice was used to change the voice.

Even so, it's pretty hard to tell.

As expected of Mr. Ranpo.

"Mr. Luanbu is really powerful." Zong Jin praised sincerely, keenly noticing the motives around him, he took a step back, but for some reason he almost lost his footing, and was hit on the arm.

"Mr. Ranpo! You are here... ah, I'm sorry!" Kenji Miyazawa said before the person arrived, and when he arrived, he immediately closed his eyes and bowed at 90 degrees.

If it wasn't for Zong Jin's quick reaction to take two extra steps back, he might have suffered a second injury.