Bizarre beater

Party B Yunhe originally wanted to sit on the table and eat melons, but the detective opposite seemed to be very interested in him.

A detective with big eyes but always squinting lazily asked him, "You're the one who detoxified the leader of Mafia? That doesn't seem like a fortune-teller's business."

"I think so too, but my boss thinks I can do it." He sighed, "But it can't be regarded as detoxification, the price he paid is not enough to last for so long."

His words made the weird tea party even weirder.

Edogawa Ranpo: "How much longer?"

The fortune teller did not speak, but took out a golden pendant from his pocket.

The tassels and the gems inlaid on the hourglass are very dazzling, but the sand in the hourglass is black that can swallow all light.

The flow of sand was slow, but also accumulated some at the bottom.

The powerful detective gave his judgment: "There are still 48 hours."

Not long, but long enough for them to find the enemy.

Yosano Akiko suggested: "Let's go now before the other party has time to change their plans?"

"No, there is a more convenient way now." Edogawa Ranpo looked at the fortune-teller who started to eat the cake after putting down the hourglass, and said simply and straightforwardly, "Are you still working now?"

Yunhe put down his fork: "Do you want to place an order?"

Luanbu nodded.

"Then according to the rules in the store, the price is paid first."

A crystal ball is placed on the table.

None of the people present had ever sought out a fortuneteller, so they were quite curious for a while.

Tanizaki Junichiro: "You, is this a supernatural ability or an acquired skill?"

Party B Yunhe: "I'm born with talent."

Before yesterday, he wouldn't even give a glance to fortune tellers on the street.

Ranpo Edogawa, who was worried about the president, put his hand on the crystal ball, and the answer appeared on it.

"Ability Business License".

Everyone in the detective agency: "..."

Party B Yunhe: "Temporary loan, the lease time is counted as one month from the time I borrow it."

Ranpo: "If we find the person who spread the virus within today."

Of course he is confident that he will find the prisoner within today, but the president is still in a coma at the moment, and the supernatural virus is still eroding his life.

The sooner the better.

"I'm only in charge of divination."

A pair of tarot cards that seemed to be missing was handed to Edogawa Ranpo, and the fortune teller said, "Draw one."

The texture of the card is like cold jade, but after being drawn out, it makes people feel hot.

Ranpo Edogawa flipped the cards over.

There is a smiling Grim Reaper painted on it. No.13 month was originally written under the Grim Reaper's feet. After a flash of light, it became a coordinate, and this coordinate is still changing.

The fortune teller explained it: "It's the first time you meet each other's coordinates, and it will become invalid after you meet."

"Can you calculate the coordinates of another enemy?"

Ranpo didn't think Fyodor would stay with the guy who spread the virus.

"If you can still come up with a salary that satisfies my boss."

The crystal ball didn't respond anymore.

"I'm sorry, but please give a five-star review."

A card was handed in front of him, and Luanbu didn't write it in a hurry, but asked: "Are you temporarily taking over the command of the port mafia?"

"That's amazing, Mr. Detective."

Party B Yunhe felt that the people on Mafia's side were rude to him and should not be exposed.

I didn't expect to be discovered by the other side just after drinking tea.

"So how are you going to catch this mouse who dared to plot against the leader of Mafia?"

"Hmm..." The newly appointed commander rubbed his chin for a while and thought about it, then said casually, "I'll let people go to the place where the rats gather."

A glamorous city will naturally have filthy sewers, which are places where people don't want to look away, but it is a place where dark creatures are free to carnival.

Both gray and black are good protective colors.

Edogawa Ranpo nodded, and gave him a five-star praise as a reward.

Although no official divination is possible, the intuition of a fortune-teller is sometimes better than reasoning.

The men from the Armed Detective Agency left, leaving behind untouched sips of food and tea.

Party B, Yunhe, ate a piece of cake and two cups of tea leisurely.

This is a paid meal, so naturally you have to eat slowly, and you have to go to the bathroom after eating.

After returning, start work that is not within the scope of business.

He browsed through the tipsters sent back from everywhere, staring at the terminology above in a daze.

Then I thought of similar things sadly and indignantly.

He was obviously an artist in charge of layout design in his previous life, but he often received outrageous requests from clients such as painting figures, scenes or even 3D modeling.

If he has that kind of skill, why doesn't he become an illustrator, but an artist with a lower salary and more anger? ?

The young man who had been scolded many times for drawing too depressing characters gritted his teeth viciously, opened the tablet and began to circle suspicious places, and then randomly marked the order of investigation.

Anyway, those people didn't really want to obey his orders, they just messed around.

Party B Yunhe did not expect that the port mafia who got inspiration from Edogawa Ranpo would really investigate in the order he randomly gave.

What's more, he didn't expect that the order of his markings could accurately predict someone's escape route.

Fyodor had never found these bastards of the port mafia so troublesome.

They are more inseparable than shadows.

When he received the news that "the leader of Mafia is suspected to be back to normal" before going out, he temporarily changed his plan and planned to run away before checking the situation.

As a result, it was obviously an area that was not monitored, managed or cared about, but a large number of mafia poured in, chasing him like a hyena smelling fishy, ​​moving several times without getting rid of him.

Having damaged his subordinates and consumed a lot of energy himself, Fyodor finally had a strange inspiration—he returned to his residence and jumped into the neighbor's balcony.

No one came after me.

The young man grabbed the rusted railing, his face was pale, his eyes were heavy, and he was thinking about which link went wrong.

The setting sun shone on the young man, casting a rusty color on his white clothes.

There seemed to be a demonic aura emanating from his body.

Someone has to be responsible for his plans being broken.

Fyodor thought, and vaguely had an answer in his heart.

Before he could figure out what to do, he received an unexpected call.

Party B Yunhe, who was still shopping in the supermarket, asked politely, "Mr. Tosi, have you had dinner yet?"

Fyodor: "...not yet."

I didn't eat lunch, and ran away.

"So can you accept seafood?"

Yunhe looked at all kinds of shrimp, crab and fish in the seafood area, full of impulsiveness.

It's a bit extravagant for one person, but it's fine for two.

It can be regarded as paying network fees.

"You decide."

After exchanging a few words politely, Fyodor hung up the phone and looked at the phone lost in thought.

There shouldn't be someone who caught prey like a seasoned hunter just a moment ago, and invited him to dinner with cordiality and enthusiasm not long after, right?

For some reason, he didn't consider the possibility that the other party wanted to take the opportunity to catch him.

Instead, he gradually felt hungry, went back to his residence, made himself a cup of coffee to calm down, and checked the connection between the neighbor and the port mafia.

Then, in the surveillance that was not deleted at all, it was seen that the fortune teller who was supposed to work in the fortune telling house entered the gate of the port mafia majesticly.

It didn't take long before people from the Armed Detective Agency were invited in, and then came out unscathed.

After that, his actions were suddenly blocked, and his escape route seemed to be predicted.

This development is somewhat off the mark, he thought.

Party B Yunhe, who insisted on getting off work and rushing home to cook, got rid of the stalkers behind him because of his speed.

When he knocked on the door to inform his neighbor that he would eat seafood tonight, he accidentally found that the other person's face was very pale. This reminded him of the setting of "Mr. Tuo Si is not in good health", and temporarily decided to make fish porridge for supper at night.

Fyodor finished the wrapping and cutting the thread quickly and exhaustingly, and then received the news that it was time for dinner.

The dinner was very rich, full of the flavor of the sea and the spice of the seasoning.

He would have gotten a taste of it at sea if it wasn't for the port mafia after him.

He seemed to mention unintentionally: "There seems to be some noise nearby today."

The other party quickly admitted what he had done: "Oh, someone asked me today where I should go to catch rats, and I said I should go to a place with a lot of rats. There are indeed a lot of rats on Leibo Street, and it is normal for them to come here. In your case, I will tell them to avoid this side tomorrow."

He still loves beauty very much.

Besides, he didn't let anyone know that he planned to live here.

The weak beauty seemed to be surprised to look up at him, only to see his frank, innocent and considerate appearance, then nodded gently: "Thank you, I have a bit of a headache recently."

The little neighbor seemed to have the virtue of not asking too many questions, and therefore had no idea that he was the one to be arrested.

But he doesn't intend to let this extremely unstable factor continue to affect his plan.

The author has something to say:

A-He: Ah~ I am such a caring and friendly neighbor.

President Tuo: ...