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Sawada Tsunayoshi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a serious expression.Although he is still not an adult, the ten generations of Pengelie who have experienced many times have already heard about the darkness behind the mafia.so--

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Ranpo, did you sell your organs in exchange for such a nice office?"

Mr. Godfather, who has always been intolerant of human body trading and experiments, said so.

As soon as the words fell, Dazai laughed until he lay on the ground.

Luanbu was silent for a while: "Why do you think so?" He opened his eyes, and emphasized solemnly, "Even if you want to sell organs, it's Dazai, and I have nothing to do with the famous detective."

Osamu Dazai's laughter disappeared instantly, and he jumped up like a fish on the river beach, his face full of disbelief: "Mr. Ranpo, you have been so cruel, ruthless, and cruel to me recently!"

"It's okay for a former mafia to sell a kidney, right?" Luanbu replied casually, leaning on the sofa and flipping through magazines.

Dazai thought about it for less than three seconds, then turned around and said plausibly: "I will get the slug's card first before I have no other way to sell the kidney, so it is impossible to sell the organ."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little speechless: "...Why is the topic so biased? Shouldn't the focus be on how to rent such a good floor?"

Ranbu explained in very short words: "The borrowed money."

Dazai added with a smile, "From Silla-kun."

Hearing this answer, Sawada finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you really sold your kidneys."

"No," Dazai seemed a little incomprehensible to this idea, "Sawada-kun, have you watched too many bloody TV series? And even if Mr. Ranpo and I sold our kidneys, we wouldn't be able to rent this place."

The contemporary male high school student who had no concept of money at all was stunned: "Is it so expensive?!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, if I go out as a famous detective, I can easily earn back," Luanbu straightened his waist, saw the coffee table in front of him, and suddenly stopped his movements.He picked up three black pawns from above, "The king, queen and pawn in chess."

Dazai squinted his eyes, his face turned cold: "This kind of pretense is really disgusting."

Ranbu was in high spirits: "This puzzle is pretty good, and Ikebukuro isn't all idiots." He put the chess pieces back on the table, stretched out his index finger and flicked them down one by one, "But I put them on purpose. The first queen, this guy is indeed a wicked person, very similar to you, Dazai."

"But isn't this Shinjuku, why did you mention Ikebukuro?" Tsunayoshi Sawada was a little confused.

Dazai ignored Sawada's question, because now he thinks another thing is more important: "I don't look like that man at all! It's obvious that the kind Russian man is more similar!"

"Dostoevsky and Dazai are very similar to you, and the guy who threw the chess piece here is also very similar to Dostoevsky—" Ranpo concluded, "Aren't you and him obviously the same kind person?"

"I don't know why, but I just don't want to be considered as the same kind at all." Dazai blinked his eyes, his attitude was firm, "Absolutely not."

Ranpo picked up the fallen queen and threw it to Dazai.

The man took it and immediately realized something was wrong: "The base is heavier than ordinary chess pieces, is it a bug?"

The famous detective sneered: "It seems that you really don't like each other, just like each other."

"I'm actually the empress?" Dazai was a little confused, "Judging by the location, Mr. Ranpo should be the empress, right?"

The minor Sawada Tsunayoshi has no extra reaction to Dazai's strange speech.He watched the man remove the base of the chess piece three times, five times and two times, and after taking out a miniature bug, his expression was a little complicated: "Who is the one who did this kind of thing?"

Ranpo first answered Dazai's words: "He decided according to the division of labor of the detective agency. After all, Dazai, you deal with more sundries," and then responded to Sawada's question along the topic, "It's that voice and me. Same guy."

Sawada Tsunayoshi recalled the discussion between Ranpo and Silla yesterday: "It's the one Dr. Kishitani Shilla mentioned..." Because the man's last name was a bit difficult to pronounce, it took a few seconds for the boy to fully remember, "Orihara?"

"That's right." Dazai nodded with disgust on his face. "It's fine to have a capricious personality and a bad taste. It's really annoying to use the same voice as Ranpo-san with such a serious chuunibyou."

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the random step that was still playing chess pieces, and thought silently: Mr. Ranpo's second-year-old disease is actually quite serious.

"Just now you were thinking that Mr. Ranpo's secondary illness is also severe, right?" Dazai glanced at Sawada, and immediately saw through his thoughts, "This kind of thinking is wrong, because Mr. Ranpo is still a child. child."

26 year old kid?

Sawada Tsunayoshi was too lazy to complain.

"I like to eat desserts and fruits, and I will take out the marbles in the marble soda to play with. I like the new and dislike the old, and I am full of curiosity." Dazai counted down one by one, "And the face is very young, isn't this just a child !"

Sawada nodded hastily, since he couldn't possibly be able to explain this man's fallacy anyway: "That's right, that's right, Mr. Dazai is right."

Dazai Three Years Old Oji and Edogawa Six Years Old Ranpo, who won the verbal victory, started chatting again.A detective pointed to the trash can: "It's also similar to Dazai in that you like to place bugs everywhere."

"He learned from me!" Dazai was very wronged, "Obviously this is my patent!"

Luanbu stretched his hand to the inside of his cloak, pulled something off from it, and threw it on the coffee table: "Indeed, you are considered an old-timer in this field."

It is the locator that Dazai put on Ranpo in the world of Conan.

"Oh," Dazai clapped his hands happily, "I knew it was impossible for Mr. Ranpo not to notice!"

The famous detective did seem to have no resistance to this kind of behavior as Dazai said at the time: "I'm not hindering Ranpo-sama, I'm eating wagashi, and there's no need to worry about your little tricks."

Dazai picked up the locator from the table, and threw it into the trash can together with the bug.

"But to be honest," he raised his head halfway on the sofa, "Mr. Ranpo, Ikebukuro is much more interesting than Yokohama, right?"

Luanbu nodded: "That's right." The magazine in his hand had already turned to the last page, so he put it on the sofa, "The Dullahan turned out to be the legendary Dullahan, and I haven't fully understood that until now. The slasher incident, the one-color gang running around in the streets, and the colorless and transparent Dollars are all top-notch puzzles."

"I have a hunch," Ranbu stood up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the busy traffic on the street, "the next few days will be very interesting!"

Dazai also laughed, "I just have to work hard, Sawada-kun."

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was mentioned suddenly, didn't understand the situation: "What's the hard work? Most of these things don't have much to do with us, right?"

"It will get involved soon," Dazai held the "King" representing Edogawa Ranpo between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, "Whether Mr. Ranpo took the initiative, or—"

"Under Orihara-kun's calculations, I was passively involved in the relationship." Ranpo continued the second half of Dazai's sentence, "Although I don't hate the feeling of being forced to get in close contact with the puzzle."

"I hate it." Dazai put the black chess pieces into his palms with a smile, and held them tightly. "This kind of experience where accidents keep happening because of other people's deliberate calculations."

Ranpo mercilessly said what was in his heart: "Because Dazai, you are a control freak."

"After all, Mr. Ranpo and I are completely different people." Dazai didn't respond to the detective's attack, and responded with a seemingly good temper. Like a bubble goldfish."

When talking about this topic, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that the atmosphere around Dazai was different from the usual relaxed atmosphere, and it became a little empty—or nothingness.The man is still smiling, but it's more like a subconscious movement of muscles than an expression used to express happy feelings.

It was completely different from the smile on Edogawa Ranpo's face.

Luanbu glanced at Dazai, the corners of his mouth drooping: "Dazai, don't laugh if you don't want to, you're so ugly as a detective."

Hearing this sentence, Dazai laughed loudly: "As expected of Mr. Ranpo! Was my first reaction that I was ugly?"

"Otherwise, what do you want me to say to you?" Ranpo raised his chin at Sawada, "Sawada, Ranpo-sama wants to drink grape-flavored marble soda."

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had known for a long time that he would also be an errand boy, had no complaints: "Okay, I understand." He turned his head to look at Dazai, "Is there anything you want, Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai thought for a while: "If there is a special rope for hanging..."

"There is no such thing!" Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up abruptly, and he, who had always been troubled by men's special suicidal hobby, immediately said, "Grape marble soda, right, I'll go right away!"

"One more wagashi." Ranpo bluntly ordered Sawada, who was pure in nature.

While changing his sneakers, Sawada waved at Ranpo and said "I see".After putting on his shoes, he hopped on the spot twice, making sure there was nothing wrong before going out.

After 10 minutes, Judaimu, who was as useless as always, looked at the map in his hand and fell silent.

"Why can I still turn the map upside down?!" The boy let out a cry from the bottom of his soul.

But after taking a closer look, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is also a dessert shop selling wagashi here, otherwise it would be bad if Mr. Ranpo loses his temper."

At this moment, he felt someone tap his shoulder lightly.Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but tense his muscles - not many people could let him be approached without knowing it.

The boy turned his head, only to see a man with black hair and red eyes, wearing a black fur collar jacket looking at him.Seeing Sawada turn his head, he showed a seemingly harmless smile: "Excuse me, are you the new urban legend that made the headlines today?"

The author has something to say: I know my cp is very cold, so I don’t need to repeat it in front of my humble self! (tears)

And too messy is already the hottest one in my cp...

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感谢在2020-02-1418:39:29~2020-02-1519:18:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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