Heibu doesn't want to talk

"Oh, Your Excellency Fukuzawa." Dr. Sen put his hands in his pockets, leaned on the swivel chair, and smiled coldly.

"Ms. Natsume asked me to protect you." Said the expressionless silver-haired swordsman without letting go of the sword for a moment.

Dr. Sen raised his eyebrows, deepened his smile full of malice, and raised his voice: "Mr. Luanbu, come out, there are guests in need, okay, okay, invite, wait."

No one responded.

"Hey, Luanbu~, Luanbu-jun, don't be self-willed at this time." Dr. Sen yelled helplessly several times, but it was an extremely indulgent sweet tone.

The silver-haired swordsman twitched his eyebrows calmly and remained silent.

"Ah, but my dim sum is about to go cold." The young man surrounded by a listless aura walked out holding a plate of dim sum, his eyes slightly squinted, but Fukuzawa Yukichi could clearly feel the sharpness and... dark.

It shouldn't be like this... Ranpo should, should, should... what?

Fukuzawa Yukichi felt a sudden confusion in his heart, so that he subconsciously opened his mouth, and his vocal cords almost instinctively uttered.

"you……"

Luanbu raised his head, met Fukuzawa's gaze, and let out a nasal voice indifferently: "En?"

Dr. Sen curled the corners of his mouth silently, as if he was watching a drama, taking his leisure time.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and help me."

"No, let's forget it, I don't want to go out today." The natural wayward words came out of Luanbu's mouth, and even the boy himself was dazed after the words fell.

"At least this time we must go." Dr. Sen did not let go, his interest-filled smile was slightly restrained, and the dark dark red pupils were pregnant with night.

"...Okay then." Luanbu lay listlessly on the table, rubbing against the edge of the table, feeling a little headache.

Ever since I got to know Dr. Sen, I have become very tired every time I concentrate on it, probably due to his own exhaustion due to his own strong resistance.

Pride is like walking in disorder, and he doesn't want to go out to do errands when he is depressed.

However, if Dr. Mori had forced him to refuse, Ranpo would never say so.

Because I had a premonition, there must be terrible things beyond my control.

Fuze watched the conversation between the two silently, without saying a word, like a dull statue who only knows how to wield a sword.

When Dr. Mori and President Fukuzawa were fighting on the front line, Ranbu squatted on the side with his chin in a daze.

"Oh, it's over."

Dr. Sen wiped the blood splattered on his face, and said with a smile: "Yes, I will leave the rest to you, thank you, Mr. Ranbu."

Luanbu curled his lips, got up, and patted the dust on the corner of his clothes casually.

A neatly dressed boy, light pink cherry, flirtatious lips, clear water in March, and clear pupils.

Wherever he is, there is a pleasant spring, and his way forward must be blessed by the morning dew and warm sun.

The green young man should be full of vigor and sunshine, but he is surrounded by heavy clouds and struggling on the edge of depression.

Edogawa Ranpo began to wander among the ruins, moving a stone here, pushing the corpse there, the floating dust stained the corners of his clothes and cheeks, faded away and became clear.

Seeing the young man in a mess, Fuze tried to stand up and help.

Luanbu reprimanded with a bad temper: "Idiot, you messed up my arrangement, sit down for me, I'm in trouble."

Dr. Sen turned his head away, a smile flashed across his eyes.

"Your Excellency Fukuzawa, please don't mind, Mr. Ranbu has always been so... outspoken."

Fuze sat back to his original position resentfully, but kept his eyes on the busy back, and asked, "What is he doing?"

Dr. Sen watched the random steps with satisfaction, as if looking at an incomparable masterpiece created by himself.

"Ranbu-kun is really powerful. Although he doesn't have supernatural powers, he is more powerful than most people."

"Ah, it's getting far away. Luanbu is dealing with funeral affairs. Through reverse thinking, the effect of eliminating traces and anti-tracking and searching can be achieved."

When... pure deduction ability became like this?

Therefore, Edogawa Ranpo is indeed a masterpiece created by Dr. Mori, the most perfect result.

The bottom of Fuze's heart suddenly became blank, maybe... he could never find a partner to make a good film, and he realized this from somewhere.

On the other side of the dream, the proud face of the pure boy slowly shattered.

After working hard for a long time, I finally finished all the processing.

He rested in the ruins, his throat itched from his silent sobs, his emerald eyes contained an invisible light, and buried the complexity.

It would be great if Mr. Fukuzawa could meet him earlier...

It's too late, too late.

Ranpo is no longer the best partner Fukuzawa Yukichi expected, and Fukuzawa Yukichi is no longer trusted wholeheartedly by Ranpo.

Dr. Sen looked at the two people who were far apart, his eyes were a little complicated, but he didn't have any regrets.

Mori Ogai is an absolute interest supremacist.

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