Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"So your goal is to recover the Holy Grail?" Seeing the three Fujimaru Tachika who had gradually given up on treatment and started supplementing their own settings, Edogawa Ranpo nodded, "You have your own detection methods, right?"

"Yes, if the detection distance is sufficient, Chaldea will definitely issue a corresponding warning." Romani on the other side replied.In his hand is [Edogawa Ranpo]'s information, which is densely listed on the panel according to his life, anecdotes, and basic data.

However, the image of human beings presented by these materials is almost completely different from the "Edogawa Ranpo" in front of them, making the information seem like waste paper belonging to another person.According to their materials, Ranpo Edogawa's spiritual world should be extremely fragile, he is quiet and introverted, and he has been immersed in his cowardice and inferiority complex.And this gloomy state of mind is reflected in the world in his works, which is the protagonist's distorted mental state and absurd dreams and fantasies.

This kind of gloomy writer, no matter how you look at it, is not the same as the guy in front of him who is lazily clamoring for pudding.

Except that one is a detective novelist and the other is a professional detective, the identity is interspersed with "detective".

Romani thought secretly, after being pointed out by Yitong, he had almost given up the intention of probing, but he still had a little reluctance to want to find out the other party's pigtails.

Not sure what the relationship between the two really is.

Fujimaru Tachika didn't understand the twists and turns, she sat down convinced, and asked politely, "Then how can we find the Holy Grail?"

It is a fool not to take shortcuts.

"Trouble will come to you by itself, don't worry."

"Before that, I think you should think about why you don't sleep on the streets these few days."

"By the way," Edogawa Ranpo took a bite of the milky pudding, and looked at the black-skinned youth suggestively, "Someone has already cooked for Mr. Ranpo. It's super delicious— —”

Fujimaru Tachika: Excuse me.

I always feel that her orange head is glowing, are you too sweet?

......

In the dark box-like room, the purple-black lines look like poisonous snakes perched on the branches to spy on the forbidden fruit.

On the left front corner of the house, there is a pile of white bones like garbage, and sparkling fireflies appear on the deep skull.

"...The seven heavens entwined with the three spirits of speech."

"Cross the Wheel of Inhibition and emerge, Guardian of the Balance." The man's croon was like a hymn beside a grave, softly repeated.

"Master, what are you talking about?" The monster in the shadows made a sound, "Isn't Gilles de Ray allowed to serve you?"

"No, I'm very satisfied with you." The anemic and frail man closed the gold-patterned hardcover book, placed it on the parchment-like volume next to him, and separated his middle finger and ring finger from the other fingers, "I'm just surprised I'm lucky enough."

Got a pretty decent hand the first time around.

"I made you laugh." On the red-purple robe, a smooth and young face squirmed and said, "Please forgive me, I thought your magic power was enough to support the next summon."

"My lovely and pure saint is still waiting for me!"

"More beautiful than God, dear Joan!"

"I'm sorry, this may not work, my dear Caster." With a calm and elegant smile on his face, the man explained patiently, "My magic power should be insufficient, and we don't have a suitable holy relic to perform the ceremony either ?"

"However, I assure you that your wish to protect His Royal Highness will definitely come true."

"You have to believe that we have the same goal."

"That will be your good word, Master." There was a hole like a smile on the frog-shaped face, and a frenzied sound came out.

"must."

......

Leaving aside the whereabouts of Chaldea and his party, the Armed Detective Agency has nothing else to deal with today except for such a troublesome incident, and getting off work on time is not a problem.

That is to say, the drinking party with Yosano Akiko can go smoothly.

But it is a pity that Kunikida Doppo is inconvenient to attend the banquet due to personal affairs, and the president's always serious behavior is incompatible with this sweet and entertaining banquet, so only the three of Kagami Sakuya regret to attend.

The location they finally chose was the small garden villa that Shenshang Shuo had just bought.This small villa is not expensive in terms of extra money for his manuscript fee. The advantage is that it has a lovely small garden and convenient transportation, and it is relatively close to Atsushi Nakajima's school.

Because this house was recently renovated and the furniture was put back, the details have not been decorated and revised, so Kamigami Saku and Nakajima Atsushi are still living in the original house, making a living until the completion of the project I'm moving here.

However, this configuration of villas is definitely enough for drinking and celebrating.

It's also perfectly fine to deal with housing a drunkard.

"Here, my little god, come here to see my sister's private collection." Yosano Akiko boldly put the few light-colored glass bottles he brought on the table, "They are all sweet, take a look at your Are you used to drinking it?"

"I can do it." The obedient baby Shen Shangshuo, who has never been picky about eaters, nodded obediently, adhering to his usual fine style.He held a bunch of clear and beautiful glasses of various shapes in his arms, and carefully moved them over.

"That's all for the glasses here, sorry for the lack of hospitality..."

Before he finished speaking, Yosano Akiko snatched three of the glasses, poured the liquid neatly, and said with a smile, "We have nothing to do with each other, so why not be polite."

"Come," she was like a young aunt abducting a child, handing a full glass of wine to Shenshang Shuo, coaxing softly, "Try it and see if it tastes good?"

"Hmm..." Shen Shangshuo, who was not at all defensive, took it without hesitation, and took a sip.The mouth is full of fragrant plum aroma, the sweetness well neutralizes the slight bitterness, and the drink will neither be sweet nor astringent.

"It's delicious!" The first time he drank wine, his eyes lit up instantly, and he took a few big gulps.

This is because you can't blame someone for not being vigilant, and you are surrounded by reliable companions and deep-seated lovers who can give you your back. Under such circumstances, it is unreasonable to retain defensive emotions.

He couldn't wait to share the joy of tasting the delicious taste with his husband, "Mr. Ranpo also try it, this is delicious!"

"No...I'll just wait." Edogawa Ranpo, who watched everything develop according to the beautiful plot, smiled, and explained without blushing under the suspicious eyes of his lover, "Little God Let’s drink first, don’t worry about me, Master Ranbu has to finish this bag of snacks first.”

As for how long this pack of snacks can last, isn't that a matter for Mr. Ranpo himself?

"Oh, that's how it is. There seems to be a saying before the drink that you want to pad your stomach." Shenshang Shuo believed the words for a second, and suddenly realized.

He still remembered to appease his husband's regret that he couldn't taste the fine wine now, and added, "Take your time, there is still a lot of wine, don't worry."

"You're so sweet, baby." Akiko Yosano smiled and played with the wine glass in her hand, "It's so cute."

Is there any difference between this and the little sheep who washed themselves deliciously and sent themselves to the mouth of the big bad wolf, my dear?

She clicked her tongue twice, and counted down the number of glasses that the little cutie, who was getting more and more confused in front of her, had emptied.

See if there is more than one hand?

At this time, Shenshang Shuo, who still vaguely remembered the essentials of not being greedy, was still sipping. The cool liquid was warmed by the mouth, and it turned into alcohol that could not be caught with each swallow, anesthetizing his nerves inch by inch, bit by bit. Little by little, the only rationality remaining in the stubborn resistance was evaporated.

He hummed dizzily, completely unaware of his current lost state, and mechanically repeated the action of drinking.He didn't realize the fact that he was drunk, he just felt that his head was dizzy, shaking from time to time.

Is it because you haven't had enough rest recently?His mind diverged to another space.

Hmm, it looks like it's almost there.Like a bright mirror in his heart, he stopped counting with Yosano Akiko, and casually touched the boy's face softened by alcohol, drawing someone's dissatisfied gaze.

"The smell of vinegar is a bit strong, Mr. Ranpo." She withdrew her hand and teased, "It seems that it is time for me to retire."

"alright."

The short-haired doctor nodded slightly, without looking sideways, got up and walked into the kitchen, turned off the hot hangover soup on the stove, and covered it thoughtfully to keep it warm.

Successfully retired.

......

"God-sama?" After Yosano Akiko, who was a tool man to some extent, left, Edogawa Ranpo couldn't wait to jump off the chair and shook the half-asleep boy, "Wake up. "

He lowered his voice, pressed against his lover's sensitive earlobe, and called out in a low voice.

Sure enough, the warm breath directly baked the jade-white earlobe into a rose color, trembling uncomfortably.The young man who was lying on the table opened his eyes in a daze. After focusing for a long time, he slowly realized that the blurred color block in front of him was his husband.

"Mr. Ranpo... am I asleep?"

Shenshang Shuo seemed to have a piece of honey that was about to melt in his mouth, speaking in a soft and coquettish tone, even the words he hummed seemed to have a cloying candy aroma.

Sensing that Luanbu was very close, he obediently moved his soft hair over, rubbed against the neck of the husband like a small animal, and leaned obediently.

"Well, the effect is obvious." Edogawa scrambled to help his lover's unstable little head, and inserted his fingers into the hair, "I was a little confused just now, do you want to rest on the bed?"

"Take a break..." The cat boy tilted his head and repeated the word one by one syllables before he finally realized what it meant.

He tugged at the corner of Mr.'s clothes, and raised an objection in a low voice, aggrieved, "But I still want to drink..."

He seemed to be terribly afraid that the person in front of him would not agree. He raised his face as soon as he finished speaking, and his soft lips pecked at the corner of the gentleman's mouth.

"Just have another sip, please."

The author has something to say: My God, begging for mercy is so easy to say, but it will be difficult in some places.

It's the god teacher who just got drunk and hasn't started vomiting black mud.

The sand sculpture author who is eager to try.