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"Ranpo, why do you only eat red beans when you eat red bean rice cakes?"

Mao Lilan frowned and asked Edogawa Ranpo.

It was dusk, and there were a total of four people sitting at the dining table of Kudo House.

Mori Ranpo who asked Ranpo with a serious face why he was picky eaters, Edogawa Ranpo who was told not to be picky eaters but still picked out rice cakes, Kudo Shinichi who was immersed in the happiness of the food made by his childhood friend, and There is Osamu Dazai who seems to be in a very happy mood for some reason.

Ranbu pushed back without guilt: "Because only red beans are sweet."

Mao Lilan stretched out her fist and shook in front of Ranpo: "Please repeat what you just said, Edogawa Ranpo?"

"Miss Mori," Dazai said with a smile on his face in defense of Ranpo, "Mr. Ranpo has always been like this, even the president—that is, Mr. Ranpo's guardian, has not been able to get rid of this habit for nearly ten years. Turn it around, he will never eat rice cakes."

Ranpo chewed with his mouth swollen, and nodded in agreement with Dazai's words while making a "uuuuu" sound.

Mao Lilan sighed, and gave up correcting the teenager's eating habits: "It's easy to get tooth decay, Mr. Ranpo."

Hearing this sentence, Luanpo replied triumphantly: "Master Ranpo, I have never had tooth decay!"

Dazai stabbed the knife in the back with a smile: "That's because the president has been controlling your sweets intake, Mr. Ranpo, right?"

Hearing these words, Ranpo gave Dazai a hard look.

"Children's teeth are very delicate, you'd better take it easy, Luanbu." Mao Lilan finally concluded.

At this time, Kudo Shinichi, who had been eating, finally raised his head to look at Dazai: "Dazai-kun, I just checked the information about the 'Black Organization' in that computer."

"Their official members all use wine as their code name, right?" Kudo wiped his mouth with a napkin, "For example, the one who is suspected of feeding us unknown drugs should be their number one killer, gin."

"That's right," Dazai asked, "Any more questions?"

"That's right, I still have a question," Kudo Shinichi looked a bit shy, "But it's not about the black organization, but about you two."

"What?" Ranbu raised his head and looked at him.

"Dazai-kun and Edogawa-kun, are they also members of a certain organization?" Kudo pushed his glasses, "But your organization code names all use the names of famous writers in history?"

Dazai and Ranpo began to think seriously.

"Mr. Ranpo," Dazai said, "Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing wrong with Kudo-kun's statement."

With soup on the corner of Ranbu's mouth, he nodded solemnly: "Indeed."

"If you think about it from this angle," Osamu Dazai continued, "We are in Group A, Mr. Mori and the others are in Group B, and Ango is in Group C."

"It's still in a three-legged state?" Kudo Shinichi was surprised to find that the background of these two people might be bigger than he imagined, "Mr. Mori refers to Mori Ogai, and Ango refers to Sakaguchi Ango?"

Dazai and Ranpo nodded with serious faces.

"Isn't it really a wicked game?" Mao Lilan couldn't help complaining, "To gather so many people who use the names of literary giants as code names, and to form a triangle of mutual checks and balances is not an ordinary play."

"No," Ranpo smiled at Mouri, "My real name is Edogawa Ranpo, and Dazai's real name is Dazai Osamu."

"Although Kudo-kun's guess is right to a certain extent, but unfortunately," Ranpo leaned his head on Dazai's shoulder, "The general direction is completely wrong."

"Sure enough," Kudo Shinichi murmured, "This inference doesn't explain why Dazai-kun and Edogawa-kun don't know the historical writer with the same name."

Edogawa Ranpo and Osamu Dazai looked at each other and said at the same time: "Stop—"

"That's the end of this topic. The most important thing now is the matter of the organization in black." Ranbu collapsed on a chair in the dining room, "Say, who will wash the dishes tonight? Lord Ranbu, I don't know how to do it."

Dazai answered with a smile: "Me neither."

Ranbu pursed his lips when he heard this, but didn't say much, but turned his gaze to Kudo Shinichi and Mourilan who still couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Mao Lilan didn't react, but said subconsciously: "I made today's dinner, right?"

Kudo Shinichi stared at the three people in front of him who had completely shirked responsibility, and asked in disbelief: "Do you let the elementary school students wash the dishes?"

"Isn't it normal for elementary school students to wash dishes?" This is Mao Lilan.

"Kudou, you are not a primary school student." This is Edogawa Ranpo.

Dazai didn't speak, but just looked at him with that creepy smiling face for some reason.

Kudo Shinichi desperately found himself at the bottom of the food chain among the four: "I see, I'll just go wash it!"

He gave in unwillingly.

When he came out after washing the dishes, he saw the three people sitting on the sofa, muttering in front of the computer and wondering what they were discussing.

"Sure enough, we still have to call the Edogawa Detective Agency!" He leaned closer, just as he heard Dazai say, "The detective is Mr. Ranpo," Ranpo listened to these words, and patted Dazai's shoulder approvingly. "My assistant is me, and there are two others." Dazai pointed his finger at Mori Ran and Kudo Shinichi standing behind the three of them, "part-time high school students."

Kudo Shinichi pointed to himself who is less than 1.1 meters tall: "Part-time job? Part-time job? High school student?"

Neither is quite right.

Ranpo turned his head to look at him: "Kudou, you plan to change your name to Edogawa Conan in the future, right?"

Kudo Shinichi was indifferent to Ranpo's behavior that seemed to be predictable: "That's right," he nodded, "The name Kudo Shinichi can no longer be used for safety reasons."

"It's just right," Mao Lilan rubbed Shinichi's head with a smile, "Edogawa Ranpo and Edogawa Conan are like brothers."

"Parents are brothers who are fanatics of mystery writers." Kudo Shinichi added.

"Speaking of this," Luanpo sat on the sofa and tugged on Dazai's sleeves, "We both should try our best to read all the masterpieces of writers."

Dazai nodded and said: "So the early stage operation of the detective agency is up to you."

Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan agreed subconsciously, and it took two seconds to realize that the two of them became the hands-off shopkeepers again:

"You two should do something for me too!"