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

"There are no snacks, how do you entertain guests!"

"Master Ranpo wants delicious sticks, wave soda, potato chips, and strawberry Daifuku!"

Luanbu, wearing a beret, sat on the leather sofa, shaking his legs up and down, looking at the black-haired young man huddled in the corner, feeling dissatisfied again in his heart.

A raccoon stood on his shoulders, covering his eyes thickly. The owner of this mansion, Allan Poe, turned his head and ordered to the servant: "Have you heard the request of Mr. Ranbu? Hurry up and prepare!"

"Yes, sir!"

"...That, Lord Ranbu?" The voice was inaudible, not to mention Luanbu on the sofa more than ten meters away, even Poe himself couldn't hear his own voice clearly.

Since losing to Ranpo-kun four years ago, he has worked hard to become proficient in Japanese these years, and he has sent several challenge letters to Ranpo-kun!Unfortunately... Ranbu-kun never responded once.

Ten minutes ago, when the butler walked in with the bronzing letter stamped by himself, Poe couldn't believe it was his own letter for a moment.

After being stunned for several seconds, he stuffed the words "There is a gentleman outside the mansion with this letter, asking to see you" that the housekeeper said into his ears.

There are some wrinkles on the envelope, the sealant on the letter mouth is torn off, and the chamomile and herbal fragrance that I specially smoked can hardly be smelled... covered by a faint sweetness.

The letter inside was undoubtedly written by himself.

Not too long ago, Poe could even recall that it was a rainy day, and the raindrops outside fell on the glass windows, playing an unknown symphony.

Speaking of which, what concert has been exchanged for an invitation to an opera recently?

Reject it Reject it.

He leaned over the table, and Edgar Allan Poe inadvertently piled aside the original manuscripts sought after by tens of millions of readers-if the book fans saw it, they would definitely cry!

The young man with bangs covering his eyes didn't care. He solemnly picked up the quill, spread out the same gold-plated letter paper, and wrote a string of words from a strange country.

【Greetings: Edogawa Ranpo-kun......】

The format is right, isn't the tone of this place too arrogant?

......No!That's it!We are not here to compliment, but to challenge!

Finally, the completed letter was put into an envelope and sent to the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

......

Retaking the letter, Poe's hands and voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Master!"

Regardless of the rain outside, I only wore a white shirt

The owner of the mansion ran out.

Sure enough, he saw the figure in the beret at the door...

......

Luanbu is not happy.

Luanbu was very unhappy.

Luanbu was very unhappy.

The idiot Jiro brought him to the United States, under the pretense that he wanted to have a reasoning duel with a world's number one detective who was "more in line with the world's perception".

It was already midnight when I arrived in the United States. I fell asleep on the plane and walked around with jet lag. However, after flying for several hours, the mental fatigue will not disappear!

After leaving the airport, the taxi driver he called turned out to be a murderer who had been on the run for a long time. When he met the routine questioning of the patrolling police on the street, he revealed the truth at random steps, but was ridiculed by those policemen.

...After finally solving the case, the police kindly sent him to Edgar Allan Poe's villa.But apart from the villa, Poe had a large piece of his own private territory, and police cars couldn't get in at all.

In desperation, Master Luanbu had no choice but to walk through the few kilometers of private territory by himself, and the rain started to change on the way, so that Lord Ranbu would be paralyzed.

Originally, if there was a hot refreshment reception after entering the house, Lord Ranpo could show mercy and compete with the challenger again...

But... no!No!Edgar Allan Poe has no snacks at all!

Even the hot water for making tea has to be prepared...

(Americans don't drink hot water)

With a thin layer of rain and mist on his clothes, Luanbu sat down on the sofa unceremoniously.

"That, Ranpo-kun..." The first time the voice was too soft for Ranpo to hear, Poe increased... two decibels.

"...Do you want some coffee?" Obviously he was the owner of the mansion, but he was as cautious as a servant, holding a cup of freshly ground coffee in his hand.

As a family, staying up late to write is the norm, and Edgar Allan Poe almost drank coffee as water.

The coffee beans of rich man Edgar Allan Poe are all first-class, and the strong bitter aroma of the coffee beans in his home is definitely well received by coffee lovers.

It's a pity that Edogawa Rampo can't enjoy the delicious coffee.

but--

"Please, Poe." Sitting on the sofa, Edogawa Ranpo straightened his back, and opened his squinted green eyes.

"..."

Wow!Jiro asshole!And arbitrarily occupied the body of a master detective!

"No trouble, no trouble!" Suddenly got a response, and Poe took a small step back in surprise, and after being reminded by the raccoon on his shoulder, he finally came to his senses and brought the coffee to Edogawa Ranpo.

"Thank you."

Thank you politely, and He Hui took it

Taking a sip of the coffee in his hand.

"......you are welcome."

Edgar Allan Poe was in a trance.

Although he doesn't have much contact with Ranbu-kun, he has a general understanding of Ranbu-jun's temperament.

A childish, perpetually purest view of things...a detective with extraordinary insight.

"It's Italian Arabica beans."

Bai Lan brought He Hui's coffee tasting skills.

Even though Prynne is an out-and-out sweetie, he is originally from Italy and prefers coffee as a drink for afternoon tea.

—that is, sometimes a lot of sugar cubes and marshmallows are added.

"Yes, this is elective..."

Edgar Allan Poe is not deaf to the outside world, he knows the type of coffee in his house.

Edogawa Ranpo on the sofa has fully opened his eyes, his emerald green eyes are looking directly at him, as if he saw his own eyes through his bangs.

Poe: ! ! !

"That! Ranbu-kun! I just thought of a crossword puzzle, do you want to do it?" The hem of the long coat exploded in surprise, like a tail.

He Hui nodded, and said with a very good temper: "Okay."

After taking the pen and paper, the green pupil hurriedly scanned and found the answer.

The problem is not difficult, just a brain teaser.

"He must have found out." He Hui initiated a conversation with Ranbu.

"For sure! Anyone with eyes can see such a big difference!" Luanbu in the mental space pouted unhappily.

Yes, Poe discovered something was wrong with Ranpo Edogawa, but he didn't dare to be 100% sure, so he had to use the handwriting of Ranpo Edogawa for further confirmation.

If it was the members of the Armed Detective Agency, probably the moment He Hui took the coffee, he would have confirmed that Luanbu was abnormal.

——How could Mr. Ranpo take the initiative to drink such bitter black coffee?

"Bah bah, you didn't turn off the taste sharing just now, you let Mr. Ranpo taste the taste of coffee!"

"Oh." While writing, He Hui picked up the cup again and took a big sip of the coffee that was bitter enough to numb for Ranbu.

"..."

The famous detective in the mental space instantly changed his face.

"Ahem... Jiro, you big bastard!"

There was a hint of crying in the cough, and the Luanbu kid was extremely wronged.

Ah, I made Taro cry bitterly.

Handing the answer sheet with obviously different handwriting and random steps to Poe, He Hui began to coax the children.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, come out

I'll give you candy later. "

After receiving the answer sheet, the originally anxious young man suddenly changed his attitude.

"You are not Ranbu-kun."

"Ranbu-sama's mouth is bitter now, even speaking it feels bitter!"

He Hui raised his head and looked at Edgar Allan Poe...thick bangs.

Seriously, won't this really block the line of sight?

However, He Hui felt the angle at which his neck was lifted... suddenly he became more than ten centimeters shorter, and his field of vision also became lower. This feeling was really long gone.

Although Edgar Allan Poe is hunchbacked and always walks with his head down and his chest in his chest, his net height is definitely 180, and the 168 Luanbu children must look up when they look at people.

By the way, isn't Taro a bit short at this height?

Now help him drink more milk, is there any possibility of breaking through 170?

"..." Master Ranpo heard it all!

He Hui jumped up from the sofa and stood on the ground.The hunchbacked young man was frightened by the sudden movement of the person in front of him. In order to prevent being hit, Poe subconsciously took a big step back.

"You, where did you get Mr. Ranbu!" When his body backed up and was unsteady, Edgar Allan Poe's weakness immediately appeared, but when he stood still, his little cowardly look But disappeared in an instant.

He Hui took a step forward, reached out and lifted Poe's bangs.

"Eh?"

"Don't you have beautiful eyes, why do you have to cover them up?"

The bright purple is paired with transparent eyeballs, which is a pleasing to the eye.

The hair that covered the eyes was gone, and Poe's face was exposed, with a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

"My generation, my generation..."

Wait, aren't they talking about Ranpo-kun?

What is this... Ranpo-kun who is not Ranpo-kun doing?

Brandon Jesso has violet eyes.

It is obviously a mysterious and charming purple, but he is a big man, but he doesn't look feminine at all.

Although Bai Lan also likes to squint her eyes, it's by no means that she doesn't like the color of her eyes.

He Hui believes that when it comes to narcissism in the world, the Italians call it second, and no one dares to call it the first.

Because the Italian next to him is too prominent.

Even He Hui, who is of the same sex, has to admit that Bai Lan is an excellent man.

This is not only reflected in the appearance, but also in the...

flirt. flirt.

Bai Lan, who grew up in Italy, completed the task of striking up (sex, seduction) with ease.

That confident and radiant face made He Hui start from being surprised and admiring, to become numb from habit in the middle, and even feel a little nauseated at the end.

...what's wrong?

So, see you again

After looking into a pair of purple eyes, He Hui subconsciously replaced Bai Lan.

The dark eyes of the raccoon on Edgar Allan Poe's shoulders looked at him, not as surprised and timid as his master, but full of curiosity.

He Hui suddenly thought of the purple diamond he sold not long ago.

When a beam of ultraviolet light shines in, it will reflect many other colors.

Just like the eyes of human beings, they can reflect various emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

It's a bit of a waste to give Bai Lan, but if it's a meeting gift for Taro's future friend... it would be appropriate.

Unfortunately, it has been sold.

All in all, let me just say:

"Nice to meet you."

The eyes of the person on the other side widened slightly, and incredible emotions were revealed from those purple eyes.

One more sentence:

"Looking forward to seeing you next time, Poe."

After finishing the words, He Hui changed his body to Luan Bu, and entered the spiritual space by himself.

......

The heat came from the palm, and the famous detective frowned slightly.Quickly put down the hand that lifted other people's bangs, Luanbu narrowed his eyes again.

"Now you, are you Ranbu-kun?" Poe was a little confused about the situation.

"Just now..." What's going on?

Two seconds later, a loud curse came out of the detective's mouth:

"Idiot! Idiot! Bastard!!!"

"Alas?! Ranbu-kun is scolding us?"

The author has something to say: Ah!Ranbu is so cute! !

ah!Popo is cute too! !

ah!I want to fuck them! !

ah!Famous detective team! !

ah!Delicious just thinking about it! !

suck! ! !

I'm going to eat a peach first

(Note: I want to do it, not He Hui.

You guys!Don't confuse the author with the characters written by the author!

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On the first night when Lu Meiren began to sleep, she pressed her claws and gave out red envelopes to celebrate with the whole world

感谢在2020-07-2900:00:00~2020-08-0100:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I'm really too lazy to think of a name;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: I really don't bother to think of names 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：万年竹_V31瓶；花名、哦吃10瓶；252572628瓶；步&彼女、可达鸭5瓶；陆林2瓶；Rain的梦、月照关山、燕赵歌1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!