fall in love with chaos

I have nothing to do after running, and the afternoon is still long, so I pretended to be polite and asked: "Are you busy in the afternoon?"

Ranbu: "Yes..."

I:"……"

Sorry, I thought you could be here all afternoon.

It seems that there is something really wrong with Ranbu, and Atsushi Nakajima came to pick him up.

I was quite happy to have to be sticky for a while before Luanbu left, but I didn't want to see Nakajima-kun's red face and the pitiful figure consciously avoiding it.

I declined Ranpo's intimate invitation and waved goodbye.

I spent a few days as usual, and by Saturday my run-worn leg had almost recovered, and I really followed suit when I went to the bookstore.

Recently, the weather is getting colder and colder. As winter is approaching, I put on my sweater, went out for a few steps, and even thought about going back and putting on my scarf.

After thinking about it, let it go.

Ranpo was still in the detective suit, and I asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Luanbu: "I'm wearing an extra piece underneath."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and tried to twist the corner of his clothes for me to see.

I took a look and saw that I was wearing three pieces, a vest, a shirt, a fluffy underclothes, and with the cape, it would be four pieces.

I changed my words again: "You wear a lot."

Luanbu: "You don't wear much."

I:"……"

No matter how little or how little, I walked with arm in arm on the road, just to get under his cloak to keep warm.

I beep softly: "I want to drink hot milk tea."

Hearing the words, Luanbu also lowered his head and covered it with his hand, beeping in my ear: "I want to drink soda."

Me: "It's almost winter, you have to drink something hot."

Luanbu: "It's almost winter, if you don't drink something cold, you won't have a chance!"

Are you learning how to speak from me!

I didn't care, I dragged him to the milk tea shop, Luanbu was just a symbolic struggle and then collapsed.

I said to the clerk: "Original coconut, hot, normal sugar."

Luanbu said: "Original coconut, hot, normal sugar."

I:"?"

I turned to look at him, and he turned to look at me.

When the clerk went to mix the milk tea, I said, "Why do you keep imitating my speech."

Ranbu: "That's not true. I've never ordered milk tea or peach sauce."

oh, I see.

I nodded: "Okay..."

When the milk tea was ready, I took a sip, and the warm, sweet and not greasy milk tea slipped down my throat, satisfying.

Taking a sip in random steps, he frowned, between satisfaction and dissatisfaction: "It's delicious...not too good."

Me: "You contradict literature."

The two of us stood at the door of the bookstore and sucked on the milk tea. After all, it is better to go in after drinking the milk tea, in case the books are dirty.

There were people coming and going in the bookstore, I bit my straw and asked Ranpo who was concentrating on sucking wildly: "Ranpo, do you read manga?"

Luanbu: "I only saw a little bit."

I gestured: "Then are you reading the hot-blooded boy manga like Hokage, or the girl manga like Monthly Girl Nokun, or what?"

Ranpo thought for a while: "Whatever. Anyway, it's just fun. There are too many loopholes in the reasoning comics, and Ranpo-sama doesn't want to read it."

I nodded thoughtfully.

Well, not potential peers.

In order to get in as soon as possible, I started sucking milk tea like crazy, the straw was bitten flat by my habit, I felt embarrassed when I let go, but when I saw that the straw was so flat that I couldn't suck it out, my face turned red.

He sucks hard and then nothing comes out, blocked by the disfigured straw.

I was instantly relieved and told him: "You open the lid and don't drink with a straw."

He opened the lid as he said, and drank directly upside down.

I looked at Luanbu, smiled and took a sip... very good, I couldn't inhale.

I slowly opened the lid and started pouring.

Our bellies were already full of milk tea when we were ready to go in.

Luanbu said listlessly: "It's very supportive..."

Me: "I too...don't care, just have dinner later."

As soon as I entered, I went straight to the comic area where I could browse live. There were already some people standing there reading, and I said to Luanbu: "Go and see what you like."

However, he turned around me like a little tail.

But did not speak, quietly.

I picked up the latest manga and turned a few pages.

Luanbu suddenly bent down beside me and approached the bookshelf, squinting at the books on the bookshelf.

I said casually, "Anyone you like?"

Ranpo: "No, I know all the plots."

I think of his bug-like ability: "."

I was curious, and lowered my voice: "Ranbu, have you done any other work before?"

"I did..." Luanbu replied, he seemed to have thought for a moment, "Messenger or something..."

Me: "Hey——"

I know that Ranpo didn't go to school, and his appearance is not suitable for a regular school, so the job he talks about is likely to be done at a very young age.

I just thought he was amazing, so I added slowly in a chaotic way: "I just discarded some unnecessary letters and annoying letters in advance. Anyway, they would throw them away after receiving them. They would get angry and I would be resigned."

I:"……"

As expected of you.

It really feels out of place with the whole world.

I was deeply moved and thought deeply, then I lowered my head and continued to read the manga.

Ranpo also continued to grope for comic books with good-looking covers.

The topic just now seemed to be lightly covered, without too much elaboration, nor too much sympathy and understanding.

Time flowed slowly between us, countless guests came and went.

I turned the pages and found a new manga I hadn't read, so I read a few pages by chance.

The heroine who was a knight was invaded by evil spirits, and she almost hurt everyone indiscriminately. The sword she had been pointing at the enemy was stabbed into the thigh by her.

Inexplicably, I thought of the scar from a few months ago.

The scar on the arm.

In fact, it’s not that serious, I did it unconsciously, just like those students poking their own wounds with a pen in order to wake up when they were about to take the exam in the third year of high school.

Incorrect, but harmless.

But now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s necessary. I seem to have lost the stubbornness I had when my brain was broken.

Maybe it was a dead end before.

I recalled slowly, and forgot whether the scar on my arm was healed, but I had no memory.

I was about to continue watching, when Luanbu suddenly said, "Ah..."

I turned my head, he didn't know where the pen leaked ink, and his hand was full of black ink.

Fortunately, the book was not stained.

Me: "Go and wash at the sink inside."

Luanbu pouted: "Qingtao, you accompany me."

"Uh..." I just finished the few pages, "Okay..."

He and I went in, watched Luanbu scrub under the tap, and threw the pen he had with him into the trash can.

After washing, he said coquettishly, "It's so cold..."

I was indifferent: "Don't touch me, your hands are cold."

The two of us were about to go out, but at the door we met a man and a woman who were secretly kissing. I was shocked and immediately covered my eyes.

Ranbu's palm was faster than mine, covering my eyes, so my hand could only cover the back of his hand.

"Uh..." The problem is that they blocked the door, hey!

I didn't want to break through the extremely embarrassing scene. The moment they parted and raised their heads, I panicked to the extreme, and reacted faster in chaotic steps. I pulled me to hide in a long locker beside me, and quietly closed the door.

It happened so fast that I didn't realize it. The locker was extremely dark, with only a few rays of light coming in through the long strip of the door.

I heard a sticky voice outside the door, my face flushed, and I tried to hold back: "It's their fault."

"That's right..." Luanbu said unhurriedly, I couldn't see his expression clearly in the dim light, "It's their fault."

"Doing this kind of thing in public in public...they should be the ones who are embarrassed!" I added courage to myself.

"Well……"

I just got up a little courage and let it go without rushing out: "How long are they going?"

Ranpo knows everything, he replied: "Ten minutes."

I:"!?"

I wait listlessly.

"Speaking of..." Ranbu suddenly said in the silence, he touched my elbow, "Is Taojiang's wound healed?"

"It should be fine, right? It feels like it happened hundreds of years ago." I recalled it as if it was a lifetime away.

"No..." I came back to my senses and said doubtfully, "Don't you know everything?"

"I can't hold everything in my brain. And I must need evidence, and only if there are traces will it be detected." Ranbu said, "If there are no traces, or beyond the scope of common sense, I am also very troublesome. Peach jam."

I whispered: "Okay..."

His fingertips touched my wrist and the cuff of the sweater: "Besides, even if you know something about Tao Jiang, you have to read it to feel at ease... Ah, falling in love is really troublesome. It's obviously unnecessary."

As he spoke, he muttered and complained.

I was speechless for a while, and accepted: "That's fine..."

As soon as I finished speaking, his finger went up along the cuff of the sweater.

It's not like rolling up the sleeves roughly, but sticking to the skin, opening the sleeves, and the long sleeves are piled up on top.

His newly washed fingers got into the sleeves and went straight up. It was astonishingly cold. Coupled with the cold air, my arms couldn't help trembling.

It was still going on outside, and something came to my mind: "Then do you know they will come in? Otherwise, we wouldn't be stuck here."

"Hmm..." Luanbu pondered, stopped at my elbow, held the semicircular bone at the joint with his palm, "I don't know..."

Also, Luanbu is not someone who thinks about others and the environment all the time.

We are so close, the cold environment seems to gradually heat up due to breathing and distance.

But I still panicked from the cold, he finally touched the skin near my shoulder, my sweater sleeves were completely useless, and my whole arm was exposed.

The non-warm fingertips climbed up from my wrist to my arm like a swimming snake, leaving a series of cool traces as they left.

Ranbu: "The wound is healed."

Me: "Of course, it's been a few months."

In the narrow space, I held down his chest, and moved the button when I touched the ice. I could only grab his cloak, and the lifting action made it easier for him.

Luanbu laughed suddenly: "I lied to you, it was 5 minutes."

I:"??"

……

When he saw her fascinated by the comics in the comic shop, he knew what she was thinking.

Thinking of the wounds he couldn't comfort at the beginning.

In fact, when he was dating Qingtao for five months, Luanbu happened to meet her wiping tears on the side of the street.

But when she saw her classmate's parents coming, she also thought of her dead parents, so she came out saddened.

The detective who just happened to come out took a few glances, looked left and right for a while, pulled his hair, walked to the opposite store, and came back without buying anything.

He walked up and down behind her.

strangeness……

can't get close...

He became anxious and at a loss, staring at the back of the girl in front of him at a loss.

He should step forward without fear, pat his shoulders as if to comfort his friends, smile confidently, and say a few words that he thinks are right.

For example—"Qingtao, it's useless to indulge in the past."

——"Qingtao, I will help you."

——"Peach Jam, let me cry, and after crying, cheer up and go eat dessert!"

In short, stopping here and looking at other people's backs is not Edogawa Ranpo's style.

He should have no scruples.

His heart should be straightforward, and he should be reckless and fearless.

Now the detective is puzzled by his inability to move.

Then he watched the girl cheer herself up and trot back to school.

Luanbu was stunned for a while, knocked himself on the head, turned his steps, and walked towards the detective agency, with a confused and puzzled expression on his face.

So much so that Osamu Dazai noticed that he hugged himself exaggeratedly, with an intoxicated expression: "Mr. Ranpo, love is such that people can't help but be cautious. It's scary that I don't look like myself... Ah, miss It's not about you, you're making me more like myself..."

The bandage man turned his head and hurriedly spoke love words to the client, his handsome face made the other party blush.

Luanbu looked at Dazai and the others quietly, then turned his head and rubbed his head secretly to see him. The white-haired boy immediately turned back and wiped the table trying to cover up.

Ranbu: "..."

He sat on the seat, took out marbles and played for a while, and was really anxious, so he went to the president's work room.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was as patient as ever. After listening to the chattering, he couldn't find the point, and he didn't seem to understand the situation.

The silver-haired president sorted it out in his mind for a long while.

He said lightly: "Luanbu, you may..."

Fuze pondered for a few moments, then said, "Maybe it's not at that stage yet."

How clever Luanbu is, he understands it in an instant.

While it's one thing to grasp what he's saying, it's quite another to actually understand it.

"Miss Kino, I won't show you the messy look that doesn't really matter."

Ah, exactly.

He was agitated not only because he saw her depressed look, but also because his brain told himself - don't go there, it's just that she refused to pretend to be calm.

His approach was to disturb, not to comfort by coincidence.

Even though they have been dating for five months, they only met a few times in the middle, and each time did not exceed three hours, which is only a handful.

From Qingtao's point of view, the feelings are not too deep, and even the initial feelings are settled and erratic.

Agreement is the strong shackles.

Luanbu paced around downstairs of the detective agency, and then inexplicably began to imagine the scene where Qingtao would like him more in the future.

He patted Qingtao in his imagination: "Why are you crying, you don't need to indulge in that kind of thing anymore."

wrong……

He patted the air again: "Don't cry! There are only seven months left in the year!"

Still not right.

Ranbu said to the imaginary Qingtao in front of him: "If you have any questions, please tell Mr. Ranbu!"

Hmm, weird.

At that time, he pondered for a long time, even thinking about it when he was free at work.

I can't figure out what I'm thinking, and I just keep thinking about it unconsciously, without the slightest meaning.

And now-

In the narrow locker, a few tiny rays of light penetrated, allowing Ranbu to see her wide-open golden eyes in surprise.

The warm skin in the palm, holding the semicircular bone at the elbow, feels small when pinched, the sweater sleeves are rolled up to the top by him, and Qingtao's entire arm is exposed to the air.

The scar has long since healed, smooth and soft.

In the same way, that thing is no longer what it used to be. Now her liking can reach the passing line, but she still wants more.

Falling in love is really troublesome.The detective thought pretending to complain.

……

In a confined space.

Ranbu didn't know what he was thinking, and he fell into thoughts that didn't stop.

The cold fingers went all the way up, opened the long sleeves that were close to the skin and were still clenched, it was really cold to me, I grabbed the detective's tie and started to pluck it.

After a while, I was dissatisfied: "Are you keeping me warm?"

Ranbu was pulled to bend slightly, and met my eyes.

Luanbu looked and looked again, his eyes seemed to be sticky on my face that was pretending to be angry, and then he suddenly smiled and said, "Yes..."

I:"……"