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"What kind of person is Miyano-san's ex-boyfriend?" Dazai didn't answer her question, instead he started talking about him.

Miyano Akemi understood what he meant in an instant.

"I refuse," she replied without hesitation. "It would be more risky than me leaving the organization alone."

"Besides," she said, "I don't even understand the forces behind you, so I can't possibly pay the price of losing your life for you."

Dazai smiled lightly: "I'm not inviting you to be an undercover agent for Mr. Ranpo and me," he put down his cup, crossing his arms in front of his belly, "but I'm inviting you under the name of Detective Kudo Shinichi you."

Miyano Akemi's eyelids twitched.

The famous detective Kudo Shinichi is Edogawa Ranpo's senior—no, no, she calmed down, since Edogawa Ranpo became what he is now after taking APTX4869, then the relationship between the two is also open to question.

"Hasn't Kudo Shinichi gone abroad?" She first raised the question, "What does he care about this?"

"Shinichi-kun is half of the police," Dazai still didn't answer her question, as if he didn't hear her at all, "If you work as a spy for him and stay in the black organization, then the probability of survival is comparable to that of a single person." Planning is much higher."

"Miss Miyano, if you agree to this deal, we can meet Shinichi Kudo today."

The man was right—the deal was even a giant pie that fell from the sky, and it was the kind that was filled with three layers of cheese.

Miyano Akemi thought about the pros and cons in her heart, and after thinking about her sister who was almost raped, she finally gritted her teeth and agreed: "Okay."

"But if you say half a lie, I will regret it immediately." She gave Dazai a wary look.

Dazai laughed: "How could I be willing to lie to a lovely lady like you?"

Luanbu lowered his head and ate the dessert, and quietly rolled his eyes when the man said this: "I'll go back after Master Ranbu finishes eating."

Miyano Akemi and Dazai Osamu fell silent - the woman was reluctant to speak because of the first meeting and the guard in her heart, while the man was because his eyes were empty and he didn't know where his thoughts drifted.

For a moment, the only sound left on the table was the sound of chaotic eating and the clashing of knives and forks.

after an hour.

The two people in the living room looked at each other.

"The efficiency of the two of you really surprised me," Conan sighed out of his mind, "Is the amusement park fun?"

"Barely enough." Ranpo and Dazai were about to go upstairs to rest in their room, when they heard Conan's question and replied.

Miyano Akemi held her head in a broken state: "So the reason why Kudo Shinichi needs to go undercover is also because he became a child?"

"No." Conan sat on the sofa, a little speechless, "Since they can get the antidote, they will naturally leave one for me."

"The reason I need to go undercover is because I have to destroy the Black Organization."

Miyano Akemi had never thought about this kind of thing, and in her mind, there was no whimsical idea of ​​destroying the organization.Therefore, when she heard Conan's words, she couldn't help being taken aback: "Only the four of us?"

"No," Conan shook his head, and said under Miyano's hopeful gaze, "Dazai and Ranpo won't join in, it's just the two of us right now."

The corner of Miyano Akemi's mouth twitched:

"First of all, I won't be able to survive. I'm afraid I will be dealt with within the organization soon."

"Don't worry about this matter," Dazai poked his head out of the room, and said to the two people downstairs, "Mr. Ranpo and I will help to deal with it."

"What is your relationship?" Miyano Akemi felt a little confused.

Conan thought for a while, and didn't know how to answer: "It's probably because they were drugged together... Maybe."

Ms. Miyano clearly realized that she was forced to board a pirate ship.

"Shall we continue to play in the amusement park tomorrow?" Dazai took off his coat, folded it neatly and put it in the closet, "It's a pity that we were interrupted today."

"No," Luanbu lay on the bed flipping through the book in his hand, "the amusement park is not as fun as those boring murder cases."

Dazai threw himself on the bed: "Then we'll just stay here and read a book, right? Luanbu--"

Before he finished speaking, the detective who accidentally bumped his face into the book because of his actions gave him a hard knock on the head: "Dazai, you idiot!"

"Yes, yes—" Dazai replied indifferently, and leaned over to glance at the book Ranpo was reading, "The Fall of the House of Usher?"

"The novels written by Poe here are quite good." Luanbu replied.

"Eh—" Dazai straightened himself up, "What about mine? Mr. Ranpo?"

Luanbu glanced at him: "What evaluation do you want me to say?"

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Dazai tilted his head when he heard this question: "Of course it's something like 'what a masterpiece' or 'too perfect'!"

Luanbu put down the book in his hand—no one can continue to read at ease under the tireless harassment of Dazai Osamu, and replied in a flat tone: "Ordinary, it's not my favorite type."

"Then why did Mr. Ranpo ask that question before?" Dazai looked dissatisfied, "I thought you were finally going to say something of praise!"

"Of course it's to see your expression as if you've been bullied." Ranpo pushed Dazai's leg, "Let me go, Ranpo-sama, I'm going to sleep."

Dazai was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing: "Mr. Ranpo is indeed a wicked person."

"It's much better than Dazai's bad taste."

"How about not telling the president about Mr. Ranpo putting himself in danger after we go back?"

"That's not bad," Luanbu pushed him again, "Move quickly if you're not sleeping, I still need to cover you with a quilt."

Dazai suddenly fell on the bed and began to roll over: "I want to take a nap too, Mr. Ranpo—!"

Luanbu picked up the book that was placed next to him and threw it at the man: "If you can't sleep, read the book for me. The detective is already very tired today!"

Dazai agreed to come down, got out of bed and sat on the chair that he had been sitting on before.

He flipped through this novel that was rated as "not bad" by Luanbu for a while, and thought a little resentfully in his heart: How can it be as good as it is said!

Looking up, the little detective was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.The warm sunshine in the afternoon poured down through the window, as if it was reversed from the previous day.

Not bad.Dazai put the book back on the table, propped his chin and thought.