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"So what did the three of you do while I was away?"

Mao Lilan slapped the newspaper on the table.

Conan glanced at it, and it said "shocking facts! A seven-year-old detective cracked a vicious murderer organization alone?" in exaggeratedly large fonts.

"Don't you still have me and Dazai?" he said subconsciously, "Can these newspapers stop distorting the facts when they report."

Mao Lilan smiled softly, stretched out her hand and twisted Edogawa Conan's ear 180 degrees.

In the background of Conan's miserable howling, Dazai replied that he was older than Mori, not at all guilty, and plausible: "Isn't this the perfect achievement of Mr. Ranpo's goal of becoming a world-renowned detective?" ."

Edogawa Ranpo's mouth was full of snacks, and he nodded vigorously.

Looking at the two people in front of him who seemed like waste of common sense, as an ordinary female high school student, Mao Lilan couldn't help worrying about them, but she would always be blocked back with righteous words.

"Although I really can't help you much," she, who has a detective bamboo horse, has long understood this point, "but at least you must ensure basic safety, right?"

Ranpo heard what Mao Li said, and suddenly realized something, and suddenly grabbed Dazai's pants—because of his height, he couldn't reach his arms: "Dazai, you are not allowed to tell the president about this after you go back." .”

Dazai let out a "puchi" laugh.

Seeing his reaction, Edogawa Ranpo suddenly jumped up: "Master Ranpo is going out to buy wave soda!"

"Hey, why so suddenly?" The other two were taken aback by him.

"Dazai, you idiot!" Ranbu yelled so loudly, and half dragged the man outside.

Conan felt that he could see a trace of schadenfreude from the smile on Dazai's face: "Mr. Ranpo, I don't want to, but the president told me to take good care of you at that time."

"Look for an excuse or find a better one," Luanbu strode angrily, "You're trying to annoy me on purpose." He slammed his shoes on the ground with all his might, "After you go back Snacks will definitely be restricted, it's all Dazai's fault!"

Dazai couldn't help but rumpled Ranpo's hair: "I will secretly bring some to Mr. Ranpo."

"Who on earth did I cause this result?" Ranbu shook his hand vigorously to his head, "Don't try to please me with such petty gains!"

"As expected, the elementary school student Ranpo-san is cute even when he is angry." Dazai poked Ranpo's bulging cheek, "But it seems that APTX4869 can really affect people's mental abilities."

"I knew about this kind of thing a long time ago!" Ranpo waved away Dazai's unwilling fingers.

"Yes, yes—" Dazai raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "As expected of Mr. Ranpo."

"That means," Mao Lilan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Is it because Mr. Ranpo's current appearance is because his mental age has also become younger?"

"Not all," Dazai turned his head and told Ranpo to "put on your coat", "If Mr. Ranpo is in a normal state, he should be running out angrily to buy snacks by himself right now."

"Not much difference," he concluded.

Edogawa Ranpo triumphantly added: "After all, Master Ranpo, I have always been a genius beyond common sense and a son of God. You are lucky to be protected by me."

Conan raised his head and looked around a few times, making sure that the sofa he was sitting on belonged to Kudo, and the house number hanging outside the house was also "Kudo House".

"Anyway, the two of us are going on a date alone today," Dazai and others waved to the other two who had been sitting after finishing all the preparations before Ranpo went out. "The rest is free time, bye!"

After Dazai and Ranpo went out, they ran to the restaurant and ordered a private room.

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Ranpo!" Sawada Tsunayoshi's voice came from the mobile phone on the dining table, "Are you all alright?"

Dazai glanced at Ranpo who was staring at the phone with interest: "It's neither good nor bad," he responded, "There is no problem with accommodation and food, but Mr. Ranpo has become a child."

"Oh, so—what?!"

"Mr. Ranpo has become a child."

"Mr. Dazai, are you kidding me?!"

"I never make fun of Ranpo-san." Dazai replied seriously.

Luanbu pursed his lips at the man who opened his mouth, lowered his head and said to the mafia godfather in another world: "What Dazai said is true."

When Tsunayoshi Sawada heard this immature voice, he felt that his brain had stopped functioning: "Are you... Mr. Ranpo?"

"That's right," Luanbu responded casually, and directly asked the question he wanted to know the most, "How did you manage to send contacts across the world?"

Reborn's baby voice suddenly appeared: "This is Vongola's secret technology. If you are willing to join us in Luanbu, there are many similar top-secret information that I can tell you."

Luanbu lay listlessly on the table: "Forget it."

"Ah, it's almost time." There was the tinkling sound of something being knocked to the ground, followed by Sawada's nervous voice, "Anyway, we can make arrangements in two weeks. Mr. Dazai, you have Question?"

"How long have we been teleported to this world?" Dazai asked over there.

"Three days."

"But almost a week has passed by our side, and it seems that the flow of time is not the same," Dazai knocked on the table, "By the way, Mr. Ranpo has become a famous genius and famous detective in the whole country in this week." oh."

"What?!" Pengelie Shidai was stunned, "What the hell did you do in that world?"

"In a month's time," Luanbu sat cross-legged and raised one leg, "it shouldn't be a big problem."

Sawada Tsunayoshi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great——"

"It's really a honeymoon trip full of troubles." Dazai picked up the phone, looked at the call interruption prompt on it, and sighed long.

"However," he said with a smile, "Mr. Ranpo who can see the appearance of a child is still making a lot of money!"

After hearing this sentence, Luanbu glanced at him: "Maybe you will be the one who becomes a child next time."

"Isn't it possible to act like a baby at will?" The 1.8-meter-tall man said after thinking for a while, "Maybe he can be treated gently by Mr. Ranpo, isn't that still profitable?"

"But that makes me look like a Shotacon."

"Each each other."