Did Yokohama Bungo write today?

As soon as he seriously revised the manuscript of one of his novels, Poe couldn't help but wanted to send it to Edogawa Ranpo.

He is very confident in his short story, and he has chosen a writing method that he has never tried before in describing the details of the case.

In short, Edgar Allan Poe himself thinks that even Mr. Ranpo may not be able to directly see who the murderer is!

But just in case, this innocent detective carefully selected a part of the revised draft of the novel, and sent it to the netizens he knew with great anticipation.

"Mr. Lan Feng, what do you think of my novel?"

"Did you just finish writing it? Then let me read it reluctantly as a detective."

The netizen on the opposite side quickly responded to his message, and even showed a rare look of interest.

"Well--"

"What's wrong? Does it mean that it needs to be revised?"

Poe knew that Mr. Lanfeng was a famous detective whose reasoning ability was comparable to that of Mr. Ranpo.

After they officially become netizens, the other party will always put forward a lot of sharp suggestions to themselves, and even his criticism can convince themselves.

"Don't you think that this kind of case can stump a detective?" Lan Feng replied quickly and confidently, "The prisoner is the gentleman who appeared first."

"Yes, the prisoner is him." Edgar Allan Poe was hit instantly, and he continued to reply in a depressed mood, "This is my problem."

"I think everything is too simple..."

"That's how it is." Lan Feng replied naturally, "You are really an idiot."

After a long time, he sent another message angrily: "I don't even know that my pet has been abducted."

The young man who fell into a depressed state did not see the news sent by the netizen after a while. He told the other party that he was going offline before gradually reacting.

"Carl..." The little raccoon who was still beside him disappeared for some reason, and Poe eagerly put down the manuscript first, "Where is my Karl?"

He searched for Carl in the room in a daze, and only after finding nothing did he realize that something was wrong around him——

There seems to be some more blue decorations in the room.

"Carl—" After searching all the places, Edgar Allan Poe finally came to the reception room.

Before entering the door, he vaguely heard someone chatting inside.

……

"It's a raccoon."

"Didn't you guess?"

"guessed."

"However, the teacher's pet turned out to be a raccoon..."

"...it's not a black cat or a crow..."

The two seem to be "judging" the innocent little raccoon.

Although very socially phobic in nature, Poe was worried that Carl would be in danger inside, so he plucked up the courage to push the door open.

"Who are you?" Before seeing the two people who were talking, he pretended not to be afraid and asked, "What do you want to do to Carl!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Karl enjoying being fed by a young man who looked like a phantom thief.

With a delicious small dried fish in its mouth, it slumped happily on the sofa, revealing its belly in obedience to the youth's thoughts.

Another young man in a dark gray suit was wandering around his reception room with interest, and when he saw him coming in, he shifted his interested eyes to him.

In addition, the young man who was teasing Karl also turned his head with interest, his gaze was scorching hot enough to suffocate a patient suffering from social anxiety.

"It's Mr. Poe!" they both shouted in unison.

"It looks even scarier!" social terrorist Edgar Allan Poe thought, but he quickly guessed the approximate identity of the visitor.

"Library?" He tried to calm himself down: "Hurry up and return my Karl."

"So it's called Carl." The young man sitting on the sofa took the words familiarly, "I think it's very interesting!"

The raccoon next to him was a little puzzled because the young man didn't move its belly anymore, so it climbed onto the young man as if he had betrayed the revolution, trying to attract the young man's attention.

Today's Carl is a raccoon who is "reluctant to leave".

"That's right, Luanbu." Another young man also admitted, "You really deserve to be Mr. Poe!"

The two slope chefs rarely reached a consensus on this matter.

Edgar Allan Poe, who knew about the "peer body", broke away from the state of social terror in an instant, and even shouted excitedly: "You are Mr. Ranpo from another world!"

"Tsk." The young man who looked more stable said his heart directly, "Stop laughing—Mr. Edogawa—"

"Mr. Doyle—I didn't expect you to have such a personality when you were young~" First, he deliberately mocked [Conan Doyle], who is also a Po chef, and [Edogawa Ranpo] joked, " Obviously, you are not in the period of 'writing freely'?"

"That's right! Next is Edogawa Ranpo!" Ignoring the current partner's appearance of eating lemons, [Edogawa Ranpo] smiled and said hello, "Mr. Poe~"

Another Mr. Ranpo was saying hello to himself-Poe was so surprised that he even forgot all his previous vigilance.

Another Mr. Po admired me very much—the twisted Po chef [Edogawa Ranpo] wanted to do something more.

"Mr. Edogawa." It was [Conan Doyle] who interrupted the conversation that the radio waves were not on the same channel. In his current state, he has also become a twisted cook, "Don't forget the appointment we made. matter."

"How could I forget about that—" [Edogawa] gently put the raccoon on the shoulder back on the sofa, and slyly admitted the current cooperation relationship between the two, "After all, I have always wanted to try this Do!"

So, the blue Mr. Phantom Thief snapped his fingers, as if he had made some important decision——

"Mr. Poe, you are kidnapped by us now~"

Facing Edgar Allan Poe's shocked gaze, the blue phantom thief smiled gentlemanly.

·

"Why did you send another box?" Kunikida Doppo reluctantly moved several boxes of unknown things.

These are the boxes that have been mailed to the Armed Detective Agency one after another in the past few days. Someone seems to have deliberately crossed out the signature, so no one knows who sent it to whom.

But it is not an option to pile up the boxes in the detective agency all the time. On the one hand, it takes up space and on the other hand, it is not beautiful.

The obsessive-compulsive Kunikida wanted to dispose of the unknown boxes, and after consulting with the other members of the detective agency, he decided to open them.

"What is this!" he exclaimed in horror when he saw what was in the box.

Atsushi Nakajima next to him thought that something had happened, so he hurried over to check the situation.

When he saw those shiny blades, he took a few steps back unconsciously, and comforted himself: "I'm not a pigeon... Readers won't send me such things..."

Also seeing the whole box of blades, Sakunosuke Oda, who has been wandering between pigeons and non-pigeons for a long time, finally firmly chose to deliver the manuscript——

Readers are really scary!Especially the kind of readers who are put as pigeons!

Because most members of the detective agency chose to write after being influenced by their peers, these blades can easily remind them of some bad things.

Even Miyazawa Kenji, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened inexplicably.

Not to mention Quan Jinghua, who has just embarked on the road of writing.

At this time, Mr. Lan Feng, who was furiously supplementing manuscripts in the dessert shop, couldn't help shivering.

The author has something to say: being tricked by [Edogawa Ranpo] successfully, [Conan Doyle] is in the state of youth.

His state of mind is probably at the time when he was writing "Sherlock Holmes in suspended animation".

All in all, it's all twisted slope kitchen!