The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

Naturally, Liudao Mukuro would not put all his eggs in one basket.

When he escaped from prison last time and came to Bingsheng, he signed a contract with a little boy, and he is still looking for a suitable carrier.

It is already a great favor to let Pengo Lie release the dogs and thousands of species, and he refused any help from Pengo Lie.

However, if a new contractor is not found before the Battle of the Ring... is he really going to join the battle in the shell of a little boy with no strength?

In fact, Liu Dao Mu himself didn't expect much. Put yourself in his shoes and think about it. As an illusionist, what he hates the most is being mentally controlled.

To participate in The Ring Fight, he had to be there himself.Therefore, the spirit of the left-eye carrier is to disappear 100% in order to transfer all control of the body to itself.

Liu Dao Mu himself would never trust someone to the point of "handing over his body completely to the other party".

In turn, the left eye carrier should do the same.

However, deep down in his heart, he longed for such a slight possibility.

Anyway, just ask, it doesn't matter.

In the worst case, let's really use that little boy's body to participate in the war. It's not like he has no other options.

"OK."

After making jokes, the serious blond youth agreed directly.

"..."

"What's the matter, disconnected again?" Hehui put down his phone, he had just sent Lancha's information to Oda Tsukuyoshi.

"You..." After a pause, Liu Daokuo didn't say the second half of the sentence.

So naive.

How could there be such an illusionist!

Hand over your body casually?

If you are taken away, you will never come back!

In other words... this guy...

"Pause." The expression of the blond young man calmed down, "I think your brain circuit is 'self-raiding', please don't."

"Now we come to the third chapter of the contract, which is unilateral. This is the condition for using my body."

"......speak."

"First, remember to use an illusion when you use my body, so that no one around you can see [[-]] in my eyes."

Liu Dao Mu nodded in the mental space, and for a moment he didn't expect that the other party couldn't see his movements at all.

"Second, don't maliciously tease the people around me."

"Kufufu" answered with a burst of laughter this time.

"Third." The blond youth took out the large stack of cards again, and pulled out one of the black cards, "Use this card when swiping the card, the password...the amount is not limited, use it as you like."

Use Brandan's card to support and occupy

The bitter husband of one's own body...

Not spending your own money;

Someone takes care of your body;

The poor husband owes favors.

Kill three birds with one stone!

"...That's it?" There are too few conditions. As a first-class illusionist who is cunning and exploiting loopholes, even if restrictions are used, these three agreements will not restrict anything.

"that's all."

The blond-haired young man stretched, then relaxed, and fell back on the soft sofa behind him.

"Then get used to my body first... If you have one, don't get fat!"

"...???!!!"

Before Liudao Mu could speak, his mental power was pulled into a certain container by a pulling force, and when he adjusted his state and regained consciousness, he had already become a certain golden retriever sitting on the sofa.

"..."

"That's it...success?" Liudao Muin and Hui's voice was a little trembling, full of disbelief.

......

Liu Dao Mu and Hehui's spiritual wavelengths match, that is to say, He Hui's spirit also adapts to Liu Dao Mu's body.

But who would possess a prisoner in Avengers Prison!

So ever.

"Taro, I'm here to play with you~"

Armed Detective Agency, the only detective ate potato chips, the sound of clicking stopped for two seconds, and then continued to sound.

There was a stack of letters on the coffee table, which had been swept aside by the detective after a quick glance.

With Ranpo's eyes, Hehui could see that the recipients on the letter were all [Edogawa Ranpo] without exception.

"Is it a request event?"

"...Half and half." Because a silent answer would not prevent him from eating snacks, the famous detective responded generously in his heart.

"The third to last letter at the bottom, take it out and have a look."

In modern society, e-mails can almost always be used to replace paper letters for conveying information, but paper letters have not been completely replaced.

Because of the "sense of ritual" that this society needs.

Edogawa Ranpo has never understood these complicated superficial styles, and things that can be clearly explained in one sentence must be written in a letter.

Decorate the purpose with a large amount of literature, and replace it with nonsense that has nothing to do with the purpose-such as what is the weather today, what is the dish today, and even what is the pet at home.

Sometimes it will be written and written to miss the past, telling a real "self-made story" or a fake "personal experience".

And then another [I'm sorry, I just said so many irrelevant things, please forgive me...]

Now that you know that [excuse me] in exchange for asking for [forgiveness], don't write it in the first place!

He Hui said it was the third last letter

, is a superficial, at least superficial, letter with a real "ceremony".

The bronzing pattern, the envelope with expensive incense, and even the wax seal on the seal are stamped with an engraved seal.

When I think of it lying in the iron mailbox that may have been rusted by Butei, I feel that it doesn't match in every way.

However, the famous detective did not move and continued to eat his potato chips.

He Hui in the mental space blinked and took control of the detective's left hand.

"Nataro continues to eat potato chips with his right hand, and I will help you with my left hand."

"No, detectives don't want to read this boring letter!"

The ordinary clerk heard the voice of the detective agency's pillar, and subconsciously turned around to confirm the situation of the famous detective.

I saw the famous detective who looked like a teenager, holding potato chips in his right hand, but picked up a letter in his left hand, with an unhappy face.

Clerk: Ranpo-sama, do you want to read the letter?

In the next second, the left hand and the right hand were extended to the mouth together.

Clerk:? ? ?

"This is wax. If you open it with one hand, it will break the envelope. Please "bite" it lightly. It won't take too much time."

"...Ahhh Jiro idiot idiot idiot big idiot!"

Edogawa Ranbu turned his head away, no matter how his left hand sent the letter up, he just didn't read the letter.

Clerk: Mr. Ranpo's left hand and brain...are they schizophrenic?

With no other choice, Hehui took control of Edogawa Ranpo's right hand again, wiped the crumbs off his thumb with the bag of potato chips, and opened the letter.

The famous detective who lost control of his hands and couldn't eat potato chips was forced to read boring letters.

"I hate Jiro the most!"

The clerk asked cautiously: "Mr. Ranpo, what happened?"

"Nothing!" Super loudly retorted.

The clerk looked at the dissatisfaction directly shown by the famous detective: No, there is obviously something wrong!

"Edgar Allan Poe . . . this is a letter of challenge."

"Humph!"

Obviously moving his head away from the "Second Personality" in his mind, he couldn't see it anymore, but Luanbu remained the same obediently, just let out a cold snort from his nose.

"Taro, let's go to America."

Pointing to the signature and mailing address, He Hui said excitedly.

"...not going."

Letting go of the control right with his right hand, Luanbu picked up the potato chips and gnawed on them again.

"A bestseller in the United States, known as the "giant" in the detective world..." He Hui has read the title of Edgar Allan Poe one by one.

"There is only one number one detective in the world, and that is Ranpo-sama!"

"But people

more famous than you. "

"Huh? Obviously, Master Ranpo is better!"

"In exchange for being richer than you."

"..." The action of eating potato chips paused.

"From a global perspective, when asking "Who is the No. 1 detective in the world", most people think of Poe."

"..." Silence, silence, silence again.

Clerk: I suddenly feel a little cold.

"Then Lord Ranbu will be merciful and give him another chance to challenge." The tone was very reluctant.

"Are you going to Japan?"

He Hui glanced at the words on the envelope again.

Four years ago, Poe had a contest with Ranpo Edogawa, and Poe lost to Ranpo.In order to challenge Ranpo, Allan Poe is really trying to learn Japanese, but...

The old-fashioned honorifics full of stationery and the self-proclaimed "my generation"...

It's very foreign.

......

"Are you going to America?"

With Taro's anger gone, Hehui went to Fukuzawa Yukichi to ask for leave.

Anyway, Fukuzawa knew about Ranpo's "Second Personality" a long time ago, so He Hui acted in his true colors.

He dug out Poe's letter and handed it to the president of the detective agency, "This man can be Taro... Ranpo's friend."

Sure enough, when it came to the question of making friends with Luanpo, Fukuzawa's expression quickly became serious.

—Although it was serious at first.

Here is a word of praise: This rigid challenge letter filled with old-fashioned honorifics is very suitable for Fukuzawa.

An American, who had learned Japanese, wrote a letter in Japanese instead.The letter paper, sealing wax, contact information... are enough to show the sincerity of this person.

The intelligence department of the detective agency was used to check, and it was quickly confirmed that the identity of the letter was that Edgar Allan Poe.

There have been a lot of cases entrusted to Luanpo recently. The child changed to Kyushu two days ago, so it is not impossible to relax.

that is......

"You will always be here."

In case the "Second Personality" disappears on the way, wandering abroad... I don't know where to get lost.

"I will be here until I send Taro back."

Luanbuchang didn't know that when he was angry in the mental space, Hehui was about to jump out of Japan with his shell.

Yosano Akiko: "Are you really all right? You want to go abroad alone?"

No, it's two people.

Kunikida Doppo: "In such a hurry, why don't you pack your luggage, don't forget anything."

Just a small backpack and a bank card, what is there to bring.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "America over there

Is there such a difficult incident to solve, Mr. Ranpo is really amazing..."

No, I'm here to play...to make friends with Taro, not to solve the incident.

Zong Zhi, Luanpo Ver and Hui, finally walked out of the detective agency gate with the blessings of all Butei and a box of snacks that he was forced to accept.

"Hurry up, follow up... In case Mr. Ranpo gets lost, send Mr. Ranpo to the airport in time!"

"..." Taro, it's been more than ten years, why can't you even remember a map of Yokohama.

"Huh╭(╯^╰)╮"

"..." So you are here.

......

Inside the airport.

He Hui seemed to have sensed something, turned around suddenly, and saw a brown-haired figure walking in the opposite passage.

Zhongye?

Did you come back from America?

coincidence.

He is going to America now!

The author has something to say: next month, I will pull Meiren Lu out for a stroll, but I don’t know how long I can hold on to Meiren Lu...

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