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"It could be a bluff, Gin."

Belmode held a high-end cigarette in her hand, and she picked it up and took a light puff. The flickering sparks were very conspicuous in the dark.

The smoke of nicotine filled the air, adding a bit of haze to the quiet night.

Gin stood motionless like a sculpture, followed by his subordinate Vodka: "Impossible," he immediately denied, "Bermod, if you contact those two people in person, you will understand They can't be simple characters."

It's been a long time since Belmode heard that the number one killer had such a high opinion of others—although the wording obviously didn't have any positive emotions: "Really, why don't you talk about it specifically?"

"Edogawa Ranpo is just like those newspapers said," Gin took off his hat and sat on the seat two seats away from Belmode, "he is a young man who can see through everything at a glance."

"—Unfortunately," he said, "the media didn't exaggerate this time."

"That's really powerful," the woman pressed the half-burned cigarette on the ashtray, and then continued after watching it gradually go out, "but it can't prove that there is a huge organization behind them, right? ?”

Gin seemed to recall something, and after a moment of silence he opened his mouth and said, "Among them, at least in front of me, the person in charge is not Edogawa Ranpo, but that detective assistant Osamu Dazai."

"The guy covered in bandages." Belmode remembered this very clearly.

"Their code names are not randomly assigned," Gin added, "For example, Edogawa Ranpo has a rare reasoning ability in the world. As the same code name, Dazai Osamu, who is also a cadre... ..."

His voice gradually lowered.

Belmode played with the end of his hair with his hands, and couldn't help but joked when he heard this sentence: "Does he like to commit suicide?"

"He has a deep mind and is good at provoking people's hearts," Qin Jiu said without any change in his attitude, "I can't see what that man is thinking, but he does like to commit suicide."

The killer took out a document, pressed it on the table and pushed it over: "This is about the first place he can find out."

"Betrayed by his lover, so he threw himself into the river?" Belmode raised an eyebrow, looking a little surprised, "Is he this type?"

"The reporter told us that he claimed to have a lover named Edogawa Ranpo."

"After that, Ranpo Edogawa and Osamu Dazai met at a sweet shop."

"It means that these two people may have known each other for less than two weeks?"

"That's right, and," Gin said slowly, rubbing the gun with his hand, "maybe this organization is bigger than we imagined—"

"Mori Ogai is most likely just the leader of the Japanese area, otherwise it is impossible to explain why these two people are both cadres but they didn't even exchange contact information with each other,"

"——This is a black organization that is closed and well-regulated, and even the top members of the organization cannot see its whole picture, and it spreads all over the world."

"Then," Belmode looked at the information in his hand, the color of his eyes was dim, "the 'undead medicine' they mentioned is very likely to be true."

The woman stood up and took the coat draped over the back of the chair into her hand: "I will report this news to the boss as soon as possible."

Gin didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

After a pause of two seconds, Belmode said, "I will go with you next time we meet."

Her face was serious: "If your inferences are completely correct, this is great news, in all aspects."

The nerves of the high-level figures on the black organization's side were tense, and their minds were racing to think about the authenticity of the news delivered by the detective duo.On the other hand, Edogawa and Osamu Dazai also—

I am dating in an amusement park in a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.

"Mr. Ranpo!" Osamu Dazai picked up a cat ear decoration from a roadside stall, "Look at this!"

At a glance, Luanbu could see what this man was thinking: "We need to wear it together."

Osamu Dazai smiled all over his face, agreed immediately, turned around and bought two.

He inserted the black one into his head, then took the white one and stroked Edogawa Ranbu's head twice, and put it on gently.

"Qiang Qiang~" He leaned over and took a selfie of the two of them with his mobile phone, "This is a precious couple's outfit!"

Luanbu was wearing cat ears indifferently—anyway, Dazai in his youth form is obviously more embarrassing: "Dazai, detective, I want to eat cotton candy."

He pulled the man's clothes and acted like a spoiled child relying on his elementary school appearance.

Osamu Dazai had a pink face, agreed without hesitation, and walked towards the cotton candy stand holding Ranbu's hand.

"Boss, here's a strawberry-flavored marshmallow." Osamu Dazai said to the middle-aged man behind the booth.

The man agreed enthusiastically, and began to wrap pink soft sugar shreds on the bamboo sticks.

While waiting, Ranpo began to look around impatiently.He was holding Dazai's long coat with both hands—"This action is really cute at the detective level", a man surnamed Dazai commented anonymously—at one moment he looked at the carousel on the left, and at the next moment he looked at the roller coaster on the right.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

Luanbu patted Dazai who was staring at the marshmallow in a daze, and after he sent a signal of doubt to himself with his eyes, he raised his finger and asked him to look at the haunted house:

"It seems that our luck is still as good as ever, Dazai."

The detective said proudly with his arms akimbo.

Dazai held Ranbu's hand, staring at a woman with long chestnut hair over there: "Indeed, this is the second-ranked surprise since I came to this world."

"Then shall we go over now and say 'We are Osamu Dazai and Ranpo Edogawa' in a friendly way?" Dazai asked with a smile.

Luanbu tilted his head: "It's okay to do this," he stretched his neck at the marshmallow that was still half ready, "but we have to wait until I get the marshmallow, Mr. Ranbu."

"Snacks are more important." He said confidently.

Dazai asked curiously: "Then who is more important, me or snacks?"

Luanbu was silent for a while.

Dazai's face began to feel aggrieved visibly: "Mr. Ranpo, isn't boyfriend more important than cotton candy?"

"Master Ranpo," Edogawa Ranpo replied reluctantly, "I can give Dazai half of the marshmallow—this is the biggest concession ever made by a famous detective."