Heibu doesn't want to talk

"Mr. Ranpo, how do you know that person is the murderer?" Dazai followed behind Ranpo, willingly helping carry snacks, and asked curiously.

Luanbu casually took off his hat, his eyes still squinted: "Well, he is not a murderer, it's just..."

Luanbu paused suddenly, and changed what he wanted to say, "There is nothing, he is the murderer, so everything couldn't be more obvious."

Dazai blinked, and obediently stopped asking.

"I see."

Luanbu groaned for a while, then stopped suddenly, turned around and sat on the river embankment, refusing to go any further.

"Dazai, I want to eat red bean paste dumplings, I want it now, hurry up and buy it...By the way, as long as the bean paste is not the dumpling."

Dazai looked at Luanbu in a state of willfulness in distress: "But, when I entered the water this morning, I already left my wallet in the river... And if this is the case, it would be better to buy bean paste directly."

"Ah... I see, let me jump into the river again to find out." Dazai happily decided.

Luanbu, who opened his eyes, quietly watched the back of the fluffy curly-haired boy disappear, and his voice sank.

"Come out."

"As expected of... a famous detective." The visitor chuckled and applauded.

Ranbu couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

He opened his mouth, unable to control his vocal cords, so that his dry throat made his voice intermittent: "You make me very unhappy."

"You want to kill me?" The voice of the visitor was very calm, implying the madness in the center of the storm.

"Detectives don't kill people." Luanbu's dark light flashed from the bottom of his deep green eyes.

"A person like you, how can you be called a detective!" The distorted voice suddenly became thinner, like a hysterical shrew.

"Father, mother, both are very powerful people... How dare you stand in front of me if you are so stupid." Ranbu didn't answer his words at all, and even started to mock.

What a tiresome world of people who are as stupid as children, and every word they communicate with each other is just the evolution of what a chicken and a duck say.

You can't get close, you can't touch, you will hurt if you touch it, and you will die if you rely on it.

"What great people your parents are." The man shook his body slightly intoxicated, and said with a silly smile.

He suddenly changed the subject, and his smile twisted into anger and madness: "But you, Ranpo Edogawa! You have failed their expectations! There is no doubt that you are a sinner!"

Even after guessing what the other party would say, Ranpo couldn't help being startled.

"Really? This kind of thing, this kind of thing..."

"It doesn't matter at all!"

The dull green pupils were filled with endless light in an instant, and finally, they settled into dark green.

No matter what time it is, Ranpo behaves like an innocent child.

His mind seems to stay forever on the day of his parents' death, wandering nostalgicly in the place of the past, unwilling to leave, willing to become a person bound by the past, unable to move forward.

The pure ink sticks are constantly being ground, using this square of the world as an inkstone, painstakingly used to polish and smudge, grow rapidly, dye the rice paper black, and fade away the pure white.

Letting go of the past, Edogawa Ranpo is Edogawa Ranpo.

"Father is very powerful, a criminal policeman, and mother is also very powerful, a housewife. In comparison, I have no advantages..." Luanbu smiled weakly, with a rare softness in his vague and trance-like expression.

"It's useless for me to be willful, I don't know how to do housework, and I always lose in puzzle games. I'm very, very stupid, but ah..."

Luanbu stood up slowly, raised his right hand, and a dark gun was exposed, and the nasal crying sound sounded at the same time as the bullet penetrated.

"I've been working hard...I'm working hard!"

boom--

What happened next?

I can't see clearly.

The continual rain washed away the scarlet liquid, and he walked numbly and habitually, as he did every time he helped Dr. Sen in the past, and cleaned up the traces bit by bit.

At some point, Mr. Mori came to the embankment and watched Ranpo with Dazai.Ah... he was laughing.

The world is spinning upside down, the heart that is walking in chaos is filled with the cold rain, and the trembling makes the nerves tremble.

He is extremely clear about where he is and what he has done, but he seems to be stepping on a cloud, and he doesn't even care when he falls.

Depression swept his heart like being hit by his parents when he was a child.

The spirit is sluggish, and I can't cheer up a little, and my ears are full of the irritating sound of rainwater falling on the ground.

Guilt, regret, pain, or even pleasure?But in fact there is nothing.

A desire called "Destruction" is planted in a certain corner of the heart, and both self and others are accepted without leaving room.

Luanbu stared at each peaceful corpse equally, as if looking at... himself at a certain moment in the future.

What we all believe in is that whoever kills will be killed.