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"But," Dazai's eyes sank, he turned his head to Edogawa Conan who had been staring at the two of them closely, "normal couples don't have children of unknown origin by their side during their honeymoon trip, right? ?”

"It was the same before," he continued to yell dissatisfiedly, "Although it's good to have a teacher's play with Mr. Ranpo, but there are too many light bulbs around..."

"Here we are." Nagisa, who couldn't bear it any longer, slammed the car on the brakes, "The documents are in the office."

10 minute later.

Dazai looked at the messy papers scattered on the table: "Is that all there is?" He said to Conan with a solemn face, "Kenan-kun, the police here are less useful than those in our hometown."

Edogawa Conan almost jumped up in fright because of this sentence; he quickly looked around, and he was relieved after confirming that the two police officers were not there: "Dazai-kun, please be a little quieter when you talk about this kind of topic. ah?!"

Dazai pinched his face with his fingers, and suddenly changed the subject: "Kudo-kun," he changed the address back, "Does your family have a car?"

"Ah," although he didn't quite understand why he asked this question, Conan replied politely, "I don't have any, but some of my mother's cars are still in the garage."

"That's really great!" Dazai clapped his hands excitedly, "Thank you so much, Conan-kun!"

Conan twitched his eyebrows, and a very bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart: "Why are you asking this?"

Dazai pointed out the door with his index finger, with a sly smile on his face: "You will know when the time comes."

Outside.

Ranbu said "boring" after looking at the documents brought out panting by Mumu, and then ran to lie down on the bench outside without even looking at them.

Looking at the primary school student who covered his face with a hat, Mu Mu Shisan, who has always been good-natured, just sighed, then turned his head and asked his subordinates with some worry: "Zhu, you are going to visit your father in the nursing home today too. Is it?"

Nagisa nodded: "I'm very sorry," the woman with a firm face showed a slight hesitation, "Because of this kind of thing, my work was delayed for half a day."

Mu Mu smiled and scratched his hair: "It's human nature to respect one's parents, there's nothing to be sorry about."

The woman pursed her lips, but didn't reply.

"Miss, you," the young man's voice suddenly came from the sides of the two, because the hats were still covering his face, he looked a little dull, "Since you hate your father so much, you won't be afraid of being caught by someone if you say such a reason. To find out that you weren't actually in the sanitarium—that's not funny half-assed."

Before Nagisa could respond to this sentence, he propped up his upper body and yawned, and put his deer hat back on his head again: "Dazai—" he shouted at the man who was pointing at him inside, "Master Ranpo, I want to go back."

After hearing Dazai's response, Edogawa Ranpo waved his hand, leaving the awkward two behind.

"Let's take a taxi and go back by ourselves." Dazai said politely to Mumu Shisan, and then walked out.

Edogawa Conan found that he was like a child taken to the office by his parents at work, with no use except to follow behind.

"Today's case..." He sat in the taxi and asked with a troubled face, "Lanbu, did you see anything?"

"It's all there."

Luanbu squinted his eyes and yawned incessantly: "Didn't the murderer fail to hide much at all?"

"I can see it all means," Conan swallowed a mouthful of saliva in disbelief, "do you also know the murderer?"

Dazai, who was sitting in the front row, turned around on the seat: "This is where Mr. Ranpo is great." The respect on his face was somewhat sincere, "When I saw Mr. Ranpo after I joined the company, I couldn’t help being surprised by someone’s talent for the first time.”

Luanbu waved his hands lightly, and crossed his calves: "After all, he is the number one detective in Japan. For me, reasoning is as simple as pushing glasses."

Edogawa Conan realized that now might be a good time to ask questions. He temporarily put aside those brutal murders and asked the two leisurely people: "The detective agency you mentioned is the one mentioned earlier. Is your literary giant organization A?"

"British Organization A," Dazai repeated the title, and couldn't help but let out a smirk. "This title is pretty cute—although I chose it myself."

Seeing that both Dazai and Ranpo acquiesced to this statement, Conan seized the opportunity to continue asking: "Is it called a detective agency?" He paused, and then asked a question, "Who is the president you keep mentioning? ?”

Curiosity is common to all detectives.When tempted by the puzzles shrouded in layers of fog, Edogawa Conan—or rather, Kudo Shinichi couldn’t refuse.

Dazai didn't mind his impolite way of asking: "Our president is Fukuzawa Yukichi."

The taxi driver who had been driving silently couldn't help but glance at these strange people.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, a famous thinker and educator, but this is not the reason why almost everyone knows the name——

The big head of the man known as the "Father of Education" has always been printed on official banknotes.

"As expected of Mr. Fukuzawa." When Ranbu knew who the man on the banknote was, an excited expression appeared on his face for the first time, "Sure enough, Mr. Fukuzawa is also an excellent person here!"

And Kudo Shinichi, who had not shrunk for a long time at that time, also noticed that the first book Edogawa Ranpo read was not his own or his companion Dazai Osamu's, but Fukuzawa Yukichi's "Encouraging Learning".

It seems that Ranpo is Fukuzawa Yukichibuki.Edogawa Conan silently wrote down this point.

He also noticed that Ranpo's attitude towards Fukuzawa Yukichi—here referring to the person on the banknote—was not like treating someone with the same name and surname as someone he knew, but more like a person from a different world line. the same person.

An absurd idea couldn't help coming out of Conan's mind, and he quickly pushed it back hard.

——How could there be such a thing as a completely different parallel world!

The high school detective, who insisted on science and logic, threw this idea out of his mind.

Ranpo looked at Conan who fell silent, and suddenly laughed: "Smart at the baby level."

After saying this, he nodded his head twice as if agreeing with himself.

"Yeah," Dazai added, as if he just remembered that he still had a question to answer, "The full name of the detective agency is Armed Detective Agency."

"I've finished answering your question, Conan-kun." Dazai's upper body was almost squeezed into the back seat, and he said to the boy who kept making hypotheses and denying them in his mind, "As a reward, I thought about it." Temporarily borrow Lingtang's car for a couple of days."