Red and black camp simulation game

"Wait...wait a minute!"

"Ok?"

Two pairs of eyes, one blue and one green, looked at each other, and the owner of the green eyes dug a spoon full of red beans and put them into his mouth as if nothing had happened.

Doesn't this person really think it's too sweet?

"What I have already given to you will not be returned to you." Leaning on the leather armchair of the dessert shop, the black-haired young man mumbled vaguely with a spoon in his mouth, then swallowed the spoonful of red beans, wrinkling his nose childishly , the tone was dissatisfied, "What, why is their honey red beans so weak, I really hate it!"

"I've said it all, so I won't snatch it from you--damn why was the topic misdirected again, what I want to ask is obviously not this!" On the table, "So, you are really the idol of Brother Nayue? That Edogawa Ranpo?"

"Don't you have the answers?" Edogawa ranbu glanced at him, gestured twice in the air with the snow-white and slender handle, and said firmly, "Others may not understand, but your words, Obviously you guessed who I was when you saw me for the first time."

Edogawa Ranpo was right, Conan did vaguely discover the true identity of the person in front of him at the first glance, but he was quickly overthrown by himself.

the reason is simple……

"Idiot, you misunderstood it," Luanbu said unceremoniously, and the words on his mouth did not delay him at all. He pushed the glutinous rice balls in the glass bowl away in disgust, "That look... actually thought I was dead? That month If she hears your thoughts, she will definitely be angrier than me."

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth, he can't be blamed for that, can he?

Brother Yue used to tell him how good his idol's reasoning ability is in a salesman's tone when he encountered a case and needed reasoning, but every time he would add a sentence at the end, "It's a pity that Mr. Ranpo is not here." here'.

Once he couldn't help but curiously asked where the great detective was, and the reply he got was "it's right if he's not in this world anyway, there's no way for Shinichi-kun to learn more from Mr. Ranpo".

...Isn't this clearly implying that Mr. Ranpo is no longer alive!

The detective who saw his mental activities was also a little speechless: "So you didn't even ask, so you accepted it so naturally, and even used my surname as a pseudonym-you really are an idiot."

Edogawa Idiot Conan covered his face and defended weakly: "I also thought about going to the newspaper to look for it. Since it is the detective that Brother Yue admired so much, it will definitely leave traces, but I haven't read it for so many years. If you’ve been there, of course you’ll think… that’s right.”

Guessing that the Lord is right in front of him, he vaguely skipped the word in the middle.

Edogawa is a small surname in Japan. According to the statistics that Conan knows, only about 130 people in the country have this surname, so if someone really uses this name, it will definitely be very conspicuous. It is impossible for him to not find any clues.

Because of this, Conan reasoned in that weird direction, and because he was worried about poking his brother's sadness, he never asked him face to face, and this misunderstanding has naturally remained until now.

As for him being able to recognize Edogawa Ranpo, it's not all because the other party's dress and appearance are exactly the same as what Nayue brother described, but more because of his temperament.

"Eh?" While he was thinking, the young man on the opposite side finished the last spoonful of shaved ice, turned his head to fight against the steaming rice cake and red bean soup, and muttered, "The bean filling here is quite sweet... "

Conan's desire to complain is stronger than ever.

Why does this dessert shop sell hot winter drinks in summer? No, is it really okay for Mr. Ranpo to eat hot ones right after eating iced ones?

If you want to ask what kind of temperament Conan has in Edogawa Ranpo, it's hard to say. He mainly found that this person and Chie Natsuki gave people the feeling when they played a certain teacher. same as above.

Including ordering the rice cake red bean soup and eating only the bean paste in it, and putting all the rice cakes aside. *

"Mr. Luan, Luanpo," after reluctantly shouting out this address, the little detective stared at the bowl on the opposite side hesitating to speak, "After all, why do you only eat bean paste and not rice cakes, don't you feel tired?"

"Because the rice cake is not sweet." Edogawa Ranpo replied confidently.

Conan:  …

He wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by a scream.

"Ah! Dead, dead!!"

—

Ishikawa Woodpecker was still in Mihua when he received the email. He has a task target here today, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Since the mission of rescuing Kiel and Chianti ended before the previous councilor election, Mr. Nayue didn't look for him very much. Indifference, Ishikawa was almost wronged to death.

It's fine if Lord Yue doesn't use him, why can that guy Gin be called over by Lord Yue at any time?Why not call him!Obviously he has a better understanding with Master Nayue, and Qin Jiu is just an ordinary person anyway, ordinary people are trash, how can he compare with him, the supernatural being who is most familiar with Master Nayue!

Thinking of this, Ishikawa Woodpecker became even more angry.

He didn't even know why Lord Yue suddenly alienated him. Could it be Gin or Belmode who spoke ill of him?No, no, Mr. Yue is so smart, how could he be deceived...

The brown-haired young man standing at the entrance of the alley had a gloomy expression, but when his eyes fell on the tie on his chest, his expression became cheerful again.

There is an unwritten tradition in the port mafia. Every new member will get an item worn by the other party from the senior who led him to join as a token.

It stands to reason that Ishikawa was not brought into Mafia by Chijiang that month, but he was finally selected to be the direct subordinate of that month. Of course, it is impossible for him to give him a token in order to join a low-level member he randomly finds.

"Trouble." The young man who was carefully reminded by others to give personal items frowned, casually tore off the wine red tie he was wearing that day and threw it into the arms of his new subordinate, with a calm tone, "This is what I gave you token."

Unfortunately, Ishikawa, who usually wears that tie next to his body, happened to not wear it when he strayed into this world, so the "token" in his hand is actually the unbearable feeling after being worn out by him that month. Bought to gag him.

For Ishikawa Woodpecker, he doesn't care about the organization of this world or the port of Mafia in Yokohama. After all, the only thing he cares about is Akae Nazuki, and in his eyes, he and other people who have the token given by the other party are different.

Thinking of this, Ishikawa didn't intend to continue to investigate whether it was Gin Jiu or who said bad things about him, and it was more important to go to Chiba to find Master Nayue first as instructed!

"Hey, sorry, sorry, are you okay?"

Just as Ishi Chuan walked out of the alley, he accidentally bumped into a young man in a black suit. Ishi Chuan, who was thin because of his illness, almost fell to the ground. .

As soon as those hands touched Ishikawa's sleeves, they were immediately slapped away.

Recognizing that the person in front of him was the EOD policeman that Master Nayue ordered him not to hurt, Ishikawa's good mood disappeared without a trace. He was too lazy to talk to this person, ignored him and continued to walk outside.

If Mr. Yue hadn't said that he couldn't use supernatural powers, he would definitely want this guy to look good, and he dared to be a drag on Mr. Yue... If none of them existed, Mr. Yue would definitely stand there as quickly as possible. Peak!

In order to see the scabbard sword he revered turn into an even more terrifying darkness itself, even Ishikawa would be willing to sacrifice his soul, let alone killing these useless ordinary trash?

It's a pity that the owner who was carrying the chain didn't let the mad dog go mad and hurt people, this idea had to be concealed by Ishikawa.

—

Conan was sitting anxiously in the booth. He was about to run over as soon as he heard the scream, but was stopped by a detective opposite.

"No need to go there, instead of over there, hurry up and get me another plate of coffee jelly at the counter!" Luanbu said casually, chewing the bean filling with a puffy face, in a voice very similar to Chi Jiang's that month, "No wonder that Yue Jiang wants to accept you as a student, how can you attract the crime scene so easily?"

"But someone died over there!" Conan's blue eyes widened, and he patted the table twice with his small hands. Because he was worried that the big detective would be upset after he ran over and refused to take him to the base, he could only obey sitting.

Luanbu gave him a strange look: "So? Master Luanbu didn't kill him, why are you so loud?"

Conan choked: "So I'm going to solve the case, isn't this the job of a detective? Why are you still eating so calmly, over there—"

"This kind of case doesn't even use super-reasoning..." Edogawa Ranpo seemed to be holding back something, biting the spoon for a few seconds, and still curled his lips irritably.

"When the police come later, ask them to search the boots of the screaming guy. She tore up a tissue stained with poison and stuffed it in. The poison can be detected on the uncle's fork. Check his recent The chat records are fine, he and the guy who poisoned him are ex-husband and wife, property disputes? Emotional disputes? Oh, it seems to be the former."

"Do these things still need to run over to reason?" A detective raised his eyebrows, "At most, it's just that two people working together will give the police a headache."

The store immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the black-haired young man in shock. He only raised his head and glanced at the table next to him when he was talking. How could he point out the identity of the murderer?

Conan was the most shocked. He didn't have time to think about whether this reasoning was accurate or not, so he thought of another place.

This person, even if he just passed a thought in his mind during the conversation with him just now, the other party seemed to guess what he wanted to say, and he had such an exaggerated reasoning ability...so it was just a simple lack of human feelings and concepts. Not playing by the rules.

In this regard, it is exactly the same as Miyamoto-sensei.

Conan recalled that when he didn't know the identity of the teacher, the first thing he did at the crime scene was not to find clues, but to use snacks to bribe the other party to solve the case without opening his mouth, so as to give him some experience.

Brother Nayue, it turns out that your fake identity really has a prototype!

"Are you an idiot? You should know such a simple thing when you see Ranpo-sama," Edogawa said with the corners of his mouth triumphantly. With his messy black hair, he looked like a cat. A black cat who was satiated while basking in the sun, "Oh, sorry for the interrogative sentence. You must be an idiot."

"But it's much better than other stupid toddlers, so I'll let you pass."

Said the wayward detective.