The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

"Eh? That's not a big deal, after all, it's Mr. Ranpo's private matter. Maybe Mr. Ranpo will secretly hate you." A muffled voice came from under the newspaper, and the old newspaper vibrated up and down with breathing.

If it was Tanizaki or Miyazawa who said this, Kunikida might reconsider, but if it's this nasty and annoying partner with a bad stomach...

The sensitive nerves in Kunikida's head were immediately torn off by the indecent voice, "You take care of yourself first, Dazai!"

Tanizaki looked at the back of Mr. Kunikida who left with a shocking footsteps, and turned his head to look at Mr. Dazai who picked up the newspaper on his face.

Dazai glanced at the old newspaper from three days ago, and revealed an intriguing chuckle. His slender fingers, like works of art, tapped on the side of his face in turn, as if he was playing a beautiful and complex piano piece with this hand.

"Ah, something interesting is coming."

Tanizaki heard Dazai's voice, and for some reason behind him was shrouded in a chill that seemed to sweep from Siberia. He calmed down and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Dazai, aren't you curious? Mr. Ranpo's friend."

"Super curious, okay?" Dazai raised his head lively and replied, his face was full of sunshine, "So, I have a preview now, do you want to hear it——Tanizaki-kun?"

"what?"

"Tomorrow, we can meet Mr. Ranpo's new friend!"

"Really! Whoa!"

"Announcement? Is it a guess? Mr. Ranpo, he..."

Miyazawa Kenji and several equally curious detective agency staff also came over, but Dazai didn't intend to continue to answer, put his hand in the pocket of the sand-colored coat, he jumped up from the sofa and wobbled towards Slip through the door.

The newspaper that was still spread on the face just now fell to the ground with the wind.

Tanizaki walked over and was about to pick it up, when he unconsciously glanced at the smallest space in the lower right corner of the second page of the old newspaper——

It was a brief interpretation and analysis of a homicide case in a Shanghai restaurant in Yokohama Chinatown three days ago.

In the afternoon of the same day.

The weekly regular meeting of the Armed Detective Agency has been decided since its inception, and all members are required to participate. Even the unfettered Edogawa Ranpo reluctantly obeyed the call and returned to the agency.

All the members were sitting on both sides of the long red table, listening to Kunikida's report with their heads propped up or sitting upright. After briefly describing the recent situation in the club, Kunikida pushed his glasses, and suddenly pointed the finger at the nest in the seat. Edogawa Ranpo making strange gestures.

It's just that he was speaking to the man sitting on the main seat, "President, besides the above, there are some things about Mr. Ranpo that I want to report to you."

The man sitting on the main seat opened his slightly narrowed eyes.

A head of silver hair scattered behind his head, under the corners of his eyes there are two deep lines slanting downwards, his hands are wrapped in the wide sleeves of the dark green samurai uniform, and a wide dark feather is draped behind his back. When he opens his eyes, the The fierce and lonely aura of a wolf can't help but shock.

It is the president of the Armed Detective Agency - Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Kunikida, who was captured by the momentum, came back to his senses and sorted out his thoughts, "It's like this, President. In recent days, Mr. Ranpo has not stayed in the company, nor has he dealt with the case entrusted to us by the police. Several investigators have reported that they are making slow progress, and hope to get Mr. Rampo's guidance."

What Kunikida said is already very euphemistic. In fact, there are almost no people with such talents as Ranpo in the entire detective agency. It can be said that 80% of the murder cases that the detective agency solves have nothing to do with superhuman abilities. Only one person can solve it, while other investigators can only honestly collect evidence and ask questions, which is not much different from ordinary police officers.

"Huh? The detective agency really can't do without me, a bunch of idiots." Ranpo clapped his hands happily.

Kunikida continued, his tone full of hatred, "Recently, I heard that Mr. Ranpo has made a friend, who has no intention of reasoning and handling cases, and spends playing outside all day, resulting in the accumulation of internal affairs and a sudden increase in complaint calls."

Kunikida Yoshisei looked at the serious president with words, completely oblivious to the sneaky smile of his partner next to him, "I'm worried that Mr. Ranpo's ignorance will be deceived by people with bad intentions, I hope the president can take this matter seriously .above."

"Random?"

The voice of the president sounds like a very cold and hard metal texture. After listening carefully, it seems that you can hear the sonorous sound of the sword and the scabbard when the warriors who practiced their will in an era full of gunpowder smoke drew their swords. .

Edogawa Ranpo froze, "Yes, yes, we are friends."

Fukuzawa was a little surprised when he heard this, or very surprised.

He had known Ranpo since he was still young, and he had known this boy's genius-like ability beyond any common sense and his ignorant personality.

Ranpo can't understand people in the world, he doesn't know why they don't understand anything, his arrogant words and deeds, and his incomprehensible reasoning ability make him rejected in this world without the protection of his parents, don't make him a true friend.No one can bear the existence of a friend who can easily see through all his dirty and secrets.

Even after the establishment of the Armed Detective Agency, Ranpo has always maintained a solitary style. He has never heard of a "friend" that he can talk about so high-profile.

"What kind of person is the other party?"

The lines between Fuze's eyebrows are deeper.

"Eh?" Ranbu supported his head, he muttered reluctantly, "I don't want to say it—ah! But if the president asks, there is no way...that guy is different from other human beings. "

"Human?" Kunikida was surprised by Ranpo's strange wording.

"Oh oh oh! I know!" Dazai interjected excitedly, "I have analyzed it in psychology. If you like someone from the bottom of your heart, there will be many unconscious expressions on micro-expressions, such as words and deeds. I can't help imitating the other party. It seems that Mr. Ranpo really likes his new friend! Is this the other party's oral habit? Isn't it, Mr. Ranpo?"

"Ha, Dazai is an idiot, right?" Ranpo certainly wouldn't admit it directly.

"Liking is one thing, but you still need to be wary of the other party's background!"

"No, Kunikida-kun." Dazai propped his chin and tilted his head cutely, "Mr. Ranpo's special ability 'super reasoning' should be used when you meet a friend. What is the identity of the other party, what is the origin, It should have been clear a long time ago, and we don’t need to worry about it at all.”

Hearing Dazai's words, Fukuzawa finally loosened his frown.

When Ranpo heard people mentioning his supernatural ability, he immediately proudly said, "Ah, of course, who am I? I am the secret weapon of this detective agency. As long as I put on the supernatural power switch, I will be the president of the agency." This pair of glasses given to me, this man's—”

"Random steps." Fukuzawa interrupted his self-promotion.

"Hey, hey," Ranbu finally showed a decent look in line with his 26-year-old age. The cloak on his back was windless and automatic, and the glasses on his face were taken out of his pocket like a magical switch, countless buried in his mind The clues in the depths turned into data and revelations, and flashed across the void in front of the glasses.

"I see!"

Ranbu said happily.

"He is—from outside Yokohama, no, it may be someone from a farther place, maybe an alien planet."

"The person who came here a week ago is the leader of a powerful organization that once ruled tens of thousands of people or even more. He has a distinguished status and can be honored as 'His Royal Highness'. It may be a status similar to the crown prince. , has supernatural abilities, masters multiple languages, and has probably spent a lot of time in various countries. So..."

Everyone: "..."

Wait, wait, what is he talking about?

As soon as Ranbu turned his head, he saw the twitching corners of other people's eyes. Even Dazai's usually calm eyes were a little dull, and he didn't know if he was pretending or what.Only the president was left with a calm face, and no one could see the turbulent waves in his heart.

"So that guy is a prince from an alien planet who has mastered the languages ​​of many countries on Earth?!"

It's so nonsense! ?

Kunikida screamed in his heart.

Being questioned, Ranbu crossed his arms and said, "Are you doubting my supernatural ability? So, you are a bunch of idiots, I think this detective agency..."

"Aliens! That's awesome! It would be great if I could be sent to an alien planet to die with the beauties on it, Mr. Ranpo! Is your friend interested in joining the detective agency?" Hearing Dazai's words As soon as the suggestion was made, Ranbu showed a moved look.

Fukuzawa stared at Ranpo silently. He had seen this young boy's terrifying analytical ability since the first time he met Ranpo. At that time, he lied and told him 'this is a kind of supernatural power' in order to prevent him from being persecuted by the world, and Trying to seal this uncontrolled ability, so that today Ranpo doesn't even know that he is not a person with supernatural powers, but everyone in the detective agency actually knows this fact, and this is the real reason why everyone respects Ranpo so much .

But it is precisely because his reasoning ability is comparable to a real supernatural ability that everyone was so shocked when they heard this unreasonable analysis.

Regardless of whether it was because the other party was too unreasonable to make the analysis of Chaos Bu wrong, or because it was true, this person is not an existence that can be shelved at will.

"Ranbu, from tomorrow onwards you need to continue to complete the commissions in the club." The president calmed down and ordered to continue, regardless of the voices of protest from the older children.

Fukuzawa continued, "But this time you can complete the commission with your friend. I think he should know the way, right. It just so happens that this time there is no need for an assistant. If possible, I hope to be able to work with the detective tomorrow. Society sees you."

Luanbu was slightly startled, and he raised his hand to ask, unable to hide his excitement, "That is to say, can I invite him to join the detective agency?"

"It depends on the completion of your commission and tomorrow's meeting." The selfless Fukuzawa has no intention of opening the back door because of his disorderly steps.

"Yo Xi!"

After the meeting, Tanizaki looked at Edogawa Ranpo who was full of energy and clenched his fists, and couldn't help but sigh that the president is really the only person in the company who can restrain Mr. Ranpo, and Mr. Ranpo usually ignores them.

Before leaving, Tanizaki's raised foot stayed in mid-air.

Dazai's announcement suddenly sounded - 'I will be able to see Mr. Ranpo's friend tomorrow', he just felt terrified after thinking about it, and after a long while, he had to secretly suppress his inner surprise, opened the door and left the meeting room.

The next day.

The sun is just right.

Sitting by the window, sucking his drink, Dazai felt a huge shadow cast by the window, the tepid sunlight was replaced by the sudden coolness, and it seemed that some creature breathed in front of him in a daze.

"It's so annoying, Kunikida, go away."

Dazai lazily opened one eye.

"..."

After a while, Dazai's eyes widened in shock, and the drink in his hand fell to the ground with a "plop", the bottle cap separated, and the brown juice flowed down without hesitation.

"what?!!"