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When Yukiya Yokosaki came back with everyone's snacks, he saw that several people had already broken into the villa and forcibly sat at the same table with Poe to exchange names.

……also.

Although for Allan Poe, attending a banquet was almost equivalent to being executed, but that was when he was ignored by the only person he knew. Now, everyone is very kind and friendly and trying to make friends with him, and he has not been ignored. with.

Yokosaki Yukiya forced to put on the fun filter, put down everyone's snacks, and sat in front of the sewing machine.

Edogawa turned his head in disorder, and then turned back, showing an almost evil smile.

"Ah, it's a little boring, Mr. Po, tell me something interesting to relieve the boredom."

"My... I have nothing to say..."

"Isn't he a very strong novelist?" Edogawa Ranpo said innocently, "A novelist should have a strong desire to talk, right? You can just make up a story, hurry up."

Edgar Allan Poe puffed up his cheeks and said unconvinced: "Writing is not such an easy task. We even lost our memory."

How to make up a story!Besides, there is no fantasy novelist named Edgar Allan Poe in this world. It seems that even Edogawa Ranpo is also a writer. Go read what they wrote!

"No, I'm going to hear your story, tell me, or I'll hide your raccoon pajamas."

"What, where did we come from... you! You actually!!"

"That's right, it's what Yukiya is working on right now. It's really considerate. Considering that the dolls won't be delivered until tomorrow at the earliest, I plan to make a set of pajamas based on Carl for you—"

"I don't care!... I will deduce the location!"

"I can guarantee that you won't get it before tonight. No fluffy pajamas, and no fluffy pets. It's so pitiful to sleep alone and cold. Lost memory. In a strange world, surrounded by Nothing familiar..."

Ayatsuji Xingren coughed: "Don't go too far and walk in disorder." Don't forget that you are in the justice camp, thank you.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered: "Who said that he was not a bastard who played with people's hearts? Huh?"

Edogawa pinched his waist in random steps, and said righteously: "Only Yukimi has a heart, we are not human now."

Atsushi Nakajima hugged himself tightly in fear: "Akutagawa, let's read the book first..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke turned his head to look at him suspiciously: "Are you cold? But I can't lend you the coat. If necessary, I can bring you the quilt."

Edgar Allan Poe's eyes covered by his hair seemed to be filled with tears. He bit his lips, looked helplessly at the person not far away who was concentrating on drawing, stammered, and said with local materials: "Once upon a time... "

When Yukiya Yokosaki turned back with the pajamas that had been washed and dried, he found that the villa was silent, as if everyone was Edgar Allan Poe at this time.

He squatted down in front of the table and called out in doubt: "Mr. Zhongyuan?"

What's the matter with you, you look like you've been completely chatted to death.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Much worse than dying, this Poe guy—he's a mobile mind-pollution.Originally thought that the other party was a pure reasoning novelist, and what he said based on his subconscious mind would be of great reference value, but it turned out.

He glanced at Atsushi Nakajima who was about to get under the table with complicated expressions, Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was so stiff that even Rashomon emerged, and Ranpo Edogawa who had a face of "a famous detective doesn't want to play with idiots" With his fingers trembling inexplicably, Ayatsuji pedestrian took a deep breath and let go of the armrest of the chair that he had accidentally crushed.

"We just heard him... tell a ghost story."

"I don't tell ghost stories," retorted Poe.

"You told a story about a black cat living with a dead body." Ayatsuji pedestrian seemed to have just come out of cold water, touched the teacup on the table several times with trembling hands, and drank it down in one gulp.

He very, very, very much disliked novels with prying ghosts and goblins.

"But that was the last mystery to be solved," he whispered, with a smug look on his face, "Yes, no one would have thought that the person talking to was a corpse, but since the black cat lives in a completely closed basement-"

Edogawa Ranpo looked indifferent: "It will make people wonder how it got in. There is no basement that will be bricked up, and the cement pillars that hide the corpse are almost the same."

Edgar Allan Poe's eyes lit up: "That's right! You, you are from—"

"It's so boring, I want to sleep." Edogawa Ranpo mercilessly interrupted the other party's rare initiative, and opened his arms to Yokozaki Yukiya: "Give him the pajamas and go to the bedroom."

"Yes, but we are not sleepy at all, and it seems that we don't need sleep..."

"Mr. Ranpo, do you want me to take you to the study?" Yokozaki Yukiya hastily stretched out his hand, brought Edogawa Ranpo to his palm, raised it to his eyes and whispered, "Mr. Poe seems to want to play with you?"

"Hmph, I don't want it." Edogawa sat in his palm in disorder, leaving Poe with a lost face and hesitating to speak, and directed Yokozaki Yukiya to get his futon, "It's not the study, it's the study room." Bedroom, it's time for smart people to sleep."

"Huh?" Yokozaki Yukiya looked surprised, "Is it like yesterday?"

"Today is a special broadcast." Edogawa Ranpo proudly folded his arms.

Yokozaki Yukiya didn't understand what the special broadcast meant at first, but after he finished washing and brushing his hair and picked up his phone, he suddenly remembered—what, I completely forgot to read the emails from the two undercover agents today!

There are several transfer mailboxes he uses frequently, and some of them can only be opened with special programs on the computer. If you look at it now, your sleep time will be delayed by at least an hour. If you don’t look at it, it won’t feel good...

Edogawa Ranpo hugged the pillow with one hand, and stood at the head of the bed with the other pinching his waist: "Do you understand? A detective will help you solve it."

Yukiya Yokosaki was shocked: "So that's it! It's you! Do you need a computer password?"

"It's 'Chuya Nakahara''s birthday. No need for a computer, just a mobile phone."

Yukiya Yokosaki was completely convinced, handed over the phone and shrank into the quilt neatly: "You are right, I will leave it to you, please don't tell Mr. Chuya about the password, otherwise it will feel strange."

Edogawa Luanbu gave a noncommittal "hmm", but he didn't rush to look at his phone, instead he sat on the side with his pillow in his arms, staring thoughtfully at Yokosaki Yukiya's messy long hair.

"Mr. Ranpo?"

"Don't make noise, I'm thinking of a bedtime story."

"what."

As for you, talk to Mr. Poe in the air.

Edogawa Ranpo made a pause gesture: "You don't want to hear it?"

"Of course I want to hear it."

Yukiya Yokosaki is super honest.Who would not want to hear Mr. Ranpo tell a story, this is a story told by the voice of Mr. Ranpo by a soul with Mr. Ranpo's supernatural power!

He stroked the relationship and let out a muffled laugh.

Edogawa Ranpo was satisfied.He casually picked up a strand of silver-white hair that was hanging down to his hand, dangling it like holding a foxtail, opened his mouth slowly, and told a... No matter how it sounds, it was a suspenseful story adapted from a case.

The story is interspersed with a lot of ostentatious explanations and specially pointed out suspense. Occasionally, Ranpo Edogawa seems to be the teacher who left Yokozaki Yuki with homework, and suddenly asked him what he heard.Yokosaki Yukiya was wrapped in a quilt, listening with gusto, but he answered incoherently, and could only be punished by Edogawa Ranpo's helpless hair brushing his face.Fortunately, occasionally he can even guess and understand the meaning of the questioner, and then he is praised by Edogawa Ranpo for his unsparing rhetoric.

Yukiya Yokosaki had so much fun that he flew up.He recalled piecemeal that once, in his small life that used to consist only of the walls of the laboratory, it was Mr. Poe's novels that told him that the world was so big that it would be difficult to read it in a lifetime; the world was so small , as small as a few pages and a few lines can fit.

Mystery novels are very interesting, and everyone who appears has a special thought.Prisoners, victims, relatives, those present, and detectives.Everyone is driven by desire, and the ending will not deviate from anyone's ideas.Witnesses can be sealed, and clues can be erased, but the sinner's heart will not change. As long as he sees clearly, no matter how pretentious he is, the puzzle will be solved.

When the answer to the mystery was revealed, Yokozaki Yukiya wrapped the quilt tightly with satisfaction, and sighed for the indomitable will in it.He didn't ask where the case came from, but told Edogawa Ranpo seriously that although it was full of dead people, it was a light and almost cute story, and he liked it very much.

Edogawa Ranpo was very proud: "Is it a good story?"

"It's quite impressive, Mr. Taro."

Edogawa was stunned, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at the person who was smiling in his direction with his eyes closed.

"You remembered that name."

"Of course. I've memorized many, many names, so many that I can't count them like dust..."

"...I see. The guy whose name you remember will be honored."

"Really? I hope so too. The Ranpo-san I knew and I once made a promise that he hoped that I would never become an annoying adult."

Yokosaki Yukiya closed her eyes, trudging through the hazy drowsiness, insisting on expressing her feelings at this moment.

"'As long as you stay true to yourself and stay closer to humans, you will succeed'. When my teacher, uh... died in front of me, and I didn't know what to do, it was what Mr. Ranpo said that reminded me .How to get close. I didn’t quite understand until then. Isn’t it true that you can only defeat monsters by becoming a monster? I was stumped. Luckily I finally took the chance and it was incredible that I was able to do it.

"'Probability and statistics are not everything. Human beings are creatures who live for illusory ideals. Even if hope does not exist, they must be desperate'.

"Get close to people, connect with people, be with them...

"Although it is very hard, I believe that I will succeed.

"After all, Mr. Ranpo's super reasoning is the most powerful ability in the world."

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The author has something to say:

catch a cold (gasp

Edgar Allan Poe, this name, it’s too inconspicuous to type Poe alone, and I can’t help but add punctuation when typing all three characters, I’m tired