Writer saves the world

Erye Tingming's reason for leaving was not a lie, it was indeed almost dawn in Japan.The thin morning light came in from behind the cloth curtains, illuminating the patterns of flowers and plants on them to be grotesque, and the ceiling also reflected dim and flickering light, as if it were a scene from a dream.

Erye Tingming woke up from the dream, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, then checked the time by the alarm clock next to the bed - it was just over six o'clock, but the sound of bicycles and the sound of washing in the morning could already be heard outside up.Most of the people living here are small vendors or workers working on the factory docks. They often go out in a hurry before dawn, and come back exhausted until late at night.

It's still early.Erye Tingming lay back on the warm quilt again, there was still more than an hour before his usual wake-up time, he could take a little rest.

As a "book" that has fallen into a long-term slumber since birth, and can pretend to sleep to the end without being forced to wake up, no one can deny Erye Tingming's love for lying flat and resting, especially when he just finished using it once. The reality of the world has been rewritten, nearly a quarter of the energy eaten in hell has been used up, and the truth deep in the consciousness is waving its tentacles and waiting for food, so hungry that it has no interest in getting up at all.

I thought I would get at least one article today.Erye Tingming put his head under the quilt in despair, writing such a thing can't use the "book" script to encourage the seedlings to grow, and can only wait for the fire to blossom and bear fruit naturally.

Erye Tingming does not lack the patience to wait for the harvest, but he observes the seven transcendents he invited, each of them exudes a strong fragrance of spare grains, like mature beets that can produce their own grain without him watering and fertilizing So I thought I could have something to eat today.

Frustrated hope is the most unpleasant thing.Erye Tingming smothered his sighs under the quilt, turned over and his consciousness sank deeper. At this moment, he could still silently complain about his true self—that head full of short and small tentacles, and It looks like a big sea anemone dangling all the time.

"Big Sea Anemone" bit Erye Tingming in retaliation, but Erye Tingming was very self-aware of his own attack power, and his soft tentacles couldn't even lift anything heavier than a book. There is no pain or itching on the body.

It's not even as good as Zhongyuan Zhongye who rushed into his room early in the morning, the impact of the small cannon/bullet hitting him was as strong.

"Pa--Pa--! Wake-up-bed-la-la-!"

Nakahara Chuya's loud voice officially opened a new day. Erye Tingming finished the break time of making twists with real tentacles, and before he opened his eyes, he accurately grabbed the child's hand that was about to play a prank.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on him. He didn't know where he played in cold water just now, and his fingertips were red from the cold. Although he would naturally warm up after a while with his physique, it didn't affect him taking advantage of his hands. When it was cold, he attacked Erye Tingming, trying to stuff the cold hand into Erye Tingming's neck.

Erye Tingming turned over and wrapped Zhong Yuan Zhongye on the quilt tightly, "Where did you learn the trick again? Huh?"

"Ah! I don't want to tell you!" Nakahara Chuya resisted with his hands and feet, and soon surrendered without resistance to the warm blanket that was still warm, wrapped in it like a stuffed rice ball, round and round Sticking to the bed and refusing to move.

Erye Tingming took advantage of this time to hurry up and change his clothes, and checked his email again.In the early hours of yesterday, when he was still squeezing the beets to produce grain in his dream, Fukuzawa Yukichi sent him an email, saying that he and Edogawa Ranpo had returned to Yokohama, and they would come to visit today—— Let's talk about the so-called "souvenirs from hell" in detail.

In particular, what exactly is the "message from hell containing the love of parents"? If you look at it, you will rush back to Yokohama even if you are afraid that Edogawa Ranpo will be stimulated by the mission.

If it was any other ordinary commission, Fukuzawa Yukichi would make an exception and allow Ranpo Edogawa to leave work and go back overnight, but this time the commissioner was Daijue Tsujiro, the Kingdom of Gold selected by Dresden Slate .

Ever since he learned about the special nature of Edogawa Ranpo from Futaba Tingming, this powerful king who came from an onmyoji family has been included in Fukuzawa Yukichi's key list, so naturally he dare not let Edogawa Chuan Ranpo is too self-indulgent.

Fortunately, the difficulty of this task is not high. With Edogawa Ranpo's ingenuity, he can easily complete it with three strokes, five times and two divisions.Edogawa Ranpo's atavistic lineage is also very hidden as Futaba Tingming said. Not only did Guo Changlu Dajue not notice it, but he also had a good chat with Edogawa Ranpo. He is very impressed by Mr. Detective's wisdom and sense of justice. Much appreciated.

If it wasn't for Fukuzawa Yukichi's implicit statement that they were still busy with entrusted schedules in Yokohama, they would almost have been entertained by Guochang Road Dajue to live in Tokyo for a few days.

Fortunately, this time Edogawa Ranpo did not realize that Fukuzawa Yukichi's anomaly was because he had concealed something from him, and mistakenly thought it was his vigilance and nervousness about Kunichoji Daijue.After all, according to the political knowledge he acquired (caught by Fukuzawa Yukichi) before he set off, this sudden emergence of the King of Gold is ambitious, and he has the posture to hold the power of the whole of Japan in his hands. It's not a good mood to face a client who doesn't agree with you and can't refuse.

...Well, in fact, Edogawa Ranpo admitted in the replay later that he vaguely noticed something wrong with this reasoning, but his trust in Fukuzawa Yukichi made him subconsciously ignore that point of violation. And, instead, he tried his best to perform well in front of Guochang Road Dajue, so that the King of Gold would bow down under the cloak of the world's No.1 detective.

It wasn't until Fukuzawa Yukichi took Edogawa Ranpo on the night train back to Yokohama that Fukuzawa Yukichi showed Edogawa Ranpo the message that Futaba Tingming had sent him.As he expected, Edogawa Ranpo had a big temper because of Fukuzawa Yukichi's concealment——When Edogawa Ranpo was really angry, he didn't make much fuss. He just sat there and got angry with himself. It's okay if you don't touch him, but if you touch him, you will definitely be blown up.

When Erye Tingming met Fukuzawa Yukichi in the store, the swordsman man was far from the calm spirit he had when we met last time. He pushed out from under the skin so vigorously that even the eyes he looked at Erye Tingming seemed to be pleading for help.

I really can't help it! SOS!

Erye Tingming, who has always been good at pissing off his own cubs, blinked, and nodded at Fukuzawa Yukichi without the slightest guilty conscience, and chose to accept the task, entertaining the two guests who came back overnight and stayed up all night, and sat down in the room .

This time, the guests were granted permission to enter the living area on the second floor. Although Edogawa Ranpo was still angry, he followed Fukuzawa Yukichi and said "Excuse me" at the entrance, and saw Oda Sakunosuke coming out with fruit I couldn't help but let out an "ah".

Fukuzawa Yukichi was also quite surprised, he didn't expect to see an acquaintance here... not too familiar.

Oda Sakunosuke was not very surprised, he put down the fruit plate in his hand and said hello calmly, "Long time no see."

"Hey, do you know Brother Oda?" Nakahara, Little Smart Ghost, Nakaya asked.

Oda Sakunosuke replied: "I met once when I was working."

Fukuzawa Yukichi added: "About a year ago, Oda-kun helped us before."

It's just that at that time, Oda Sakunosuke was still a young killer with a dead and cold aura, and Fukuzawa Yukichi still remembered those gray and cold eyes.He looked at the current Oda Sakunosuke again, the young man in an apron holding the child was wrapped in a warm and soft atmosphere, completely different from before.

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help but smiled and sighed: "Although it's a little unexpected, it's great to see you here again. I heard that there is a boy in the store who is about the same age as Ranpo and aims to be a writer. It should be you?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "I haven't written any decent works yet, but Ming said that I have some talent, so I want to try hard first." He said, and introduced (xuan) introduced (yao) the side Nakahara Chuya, "Chuya can already write long poems by himself."

Nakahara Nakaya greeted the two guests, introduced himself, and observed them curiously—especially focusing on Edogawa Ranpo. He felt something about Edogawa Ranpo It's not the same, but with his current knowledge, he can't tell what's different.

At last he just said: "My brother's eyes are so beautiful!"

Like the gemstones he has seen in books, the transparent and deep pure green is extremely beautiful.

Edogawa randomly pushed the glasses he wore before entering the store, and looked at Nakahara Nakaya's clear blue eyes through the lenses, "Um..." He murmured as if he had encountered a problem, and after a while he had to Accept the fact that the guys in this room are against you.

Except for Oda Sakunosuke, even the cub Edogawa Ranpo couldn't figure out what his origin was. At a glance, he could only feel the violent and fierce wind blowing on his face, which made him unable to open his eyes.

Edogawa looked away aggrievedly, "Your eyes are pretty good too." He was thinking about his parents' message from hell, and he forced himself not to worry about other things.

"Give it to me." Edogawa Ranpo directly reached out to Erye Tingming, and Erye Tingming also knew what he wanted, and gave him the hell-like disposable tape recorder, and added matching earphones At the time, he said considerately: "You can go to the room and listen to it. The recording will be automatically destroyed after it is played three times. Chuya, take brother to your room. He is Uncle Edogawa's son."

Considering that there seems to be someone with the surname Edogawa on the warehouse street, Erye Tingming added, "It's Uncle Edogawa who bought you hell hot spring eggs."

As soon as the Hell Hot Spring Egg was mentioned, Nakahara also remembered which Uncle Edogawa it was, and he looked at Edogawa Ranpo with a warmer look, and enthusiastically grabbed Edogawa Ranpo's wrist to take him to his room , "Uncle Edogawa is so cool, he is patrolling with several Yatengu policemen behind him, he is very majestic!"

Ranpo Edogawa was holding the tape recorder in the shape of a fat goldfish. At first, he was brewing a little sentimental emotion, but when he heard Chuya Nakahara's words, he straightened up and raised his head and nose to the sky.

"Of course! Lord Ranpo's father is an invincible and powerful genius!"

Adhering to the principle that everyone who brags about my father is a good person, Edogawa Ranpo looked at Nakahara Naka and thought this cub was much more pleasing to the eye, white, tender, cute, talkative and nice, not bad.

When Nakahara Nakaya brought him into the room, and then went out to play alone without disturbing him and his parents' recording, Edogawa Ranpo was satisfied and labeled him smart and sensible.

Hmm, he's a good boy, maybe a little worse than Ranpo-sama.

Ranpo Edogawa put the tape recorder on the ground, put on the earphones, sat upright in front of the tape recorder, muttered nonsense to himself, and boasted about the great achievements of the world's number one detective. However, he put his hand on the play button and tested it back and forth several times but failed to press it. He couldn't control his nervousness, and finally scratched his head like a chicken coop in a frenzy.

"Ah, ah, stinky dad—!"

He wanted to roll around on the ground like he was when he was a child, obviously his father knew that he was the worst at dealing with such things, without reasoning he could see the shameful scene where he cried like a fool as soon as he heard the recording, but he deliberately Making it play in this way made him tangled up...

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The past, which has been beautified countless times by the ups and downs and the years, suddenly broke through the filter, awakening the memories of Edogawa Ranpo being played by the childlike parents.

Sure enough, it was Fukuzawa Yukichi's fault for being reliable, otherwise how could he have the illusion that all the elders in the world are so reliable, so that the wrong cognition covered the correct memory and the true faces of the parents.

Those are two demons who bully children!There is nothing wrong with going to hell after death!

Edogawa Ranbu sucked in his sore nose, patted his face hard and took a deep breath, then fell back from his upright sitting posture to a bold cross-legged one, "Master Ranpo, I won't be punished by you when I grow up." cheated."

While cheering himself up loudly, he made up his mind and slapped the play button of the tape recorder.

The fat goldfish buzzed and trembled, making the sound of tape spinning. A few seconds later, a voice so familiar that he dared not even recall it in his dreams rang in Edogawa Ranpo's ears.

"Random steps."

"You did very well."

"Mom and Dad are proud of you."