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

"—I originally thought so."

After getting Ranpo's denial, Poe didn't respond that things were out of control. Instead, he bent slightly, raised a finger, and pointed to Ranpo's eyes.

"He is not Ranbu-kun's 'second personality'." Poe directly threw away this conclusion.

"Yesterday, when he was sitting on the sofa looking at us, the gesture of raising his head was very unnatural."

"Even when he stood up and brushed my bangs, his micro-expression and body were still stiff."

At that time, Poe was really startled by He Hui's actions, so he didn't immediately put this information into his mind.In retrospect, the calm brain re-analyzed the scene observed by the naked eye, and quickly came to a conclusion.

Why is it stiff?

Because "he" doesn't fit Ranpo-kun's body.

If it is really Ranpo-kun's second personality, then the body he is familiar with should also belong to Ranpo-kun, and there will be no reaction that the body does not fit.

——“He” has his own body.

Judging from Ranpo-kun's performance at that time, that "he" is a person who can freely enter and exit Ranpo-kun's body, and even "his" consciousness is higher than Ranpo-kun.

Ranbu-kun is not someone who lets dangerous people control him.

The president and members of the detective agency around Ranpo-kun are all powerful beings.Moreover, that president has close ties with the high-level government. For the safety of Mr. Ranpo, the government can dispatch that dangerous person for Mr. Ranbu.

From the point of view of ability, he can arbitrarily invade other people's bodies regardless of his own consciousness - he will definitely be a dangerous ability person identified by the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

But Ranbu-kun got along well with this dangerous man.

(Although Mr. Ranbu scolded me yesterday)

Ranpo-kun's question is: the relationship between that guy and me.

It is not to deduce the detailed identity of "him".

Then the answer is simple.

"He is Ranpo-kun's friend."

Edgar Allan Poe, the world's best-selling reasoner, the giant of American detective circles, and the chief planner of Guild.

The arc of the young man's lips widened, revealing the confidence of a detective when he told the truth.

Everything is in our conjecture.

Opposite to Zhi, the corners of Luanbu's lips gradually flattened, and his eyes were obviously curved, but there was no happy emotion on this face.

"..."

"bingo!"

A sharp voice sounded from the silent two.

"..."

"Wait, Carl?!" Poe, who was waiting for Ranbu's answer, panicked. He hugged the raccoon on his shoulders, and the lavender pupils under his bangs were full of shock.

"Carl, did you just talk?"

The raccoon turned its head and pointed its dark pupils at a famous detective who wanted to play tricks, "Taro, Poe got the answer right."

"..." Luanbu was replaced by silence.

The raccoon fell into Poe's arms and said heartbroken, "Could it be that our friendship of more than ten years is nothing in your heart, blah blah."

Poe was completely rigid. He was motionless.

"That, I'm sorry." Interrupting the two... the conversation between the two, Poe apologized very politely, but at this stage Poe had to be anxious, "Now "you" is in Carl, then ...Where did Carl go? "

"Come on, Chirp!" The raccoon half stood up, and rubbed Po's cheek with the top of its furry head, "This kid likes you very much."

"Ka, Karl said he likes me?" Half of Poe's face began to heat up, and he didn't know if it was Karl who rubbed against him or whether he became...

"After I borrowed its body, its emotions will be transmitted to a part of me, so you see... just a part of me, I like you so much, it is conceivable that it is absolutely super! Super! I like Poe of!"

"Don't worry, Carl is here." The raccoon's tail swept Sao Po's palm, "We are temporarily fused, so you can think of it as Carl who can talk... Chirp!"

With a tug of the tail, the other hand grabbed the waist and grabbed the raccoon in his hands.

"Ci...He Hui." The corner of the detective's lips, which had been flattened, tended to curl down.

The little master of the chaos step and Hui in the raccoon: "It's Karl who likes Poe, I'm just influenced."

Meatpaw put away his nails and pressed the detective on the cheek.

He Hui brought Luanbu to make friends, and there are only a handful of people who can keep up with Luanbu's IQ.

Sensing the tightening force in the detective's hand, the raccoon bared its teeth: "Please let go of my tail, be gentle."

Feeling the heat source of the furry in his hand, he calmed down and licked the raccoon's tail quickly with a little curiosity.

"Hiss——" the raccoon Hehui, whose tail was turned upside down, jumped into Po's arms again, "Taro, I suggest you learn how to hold a raccoon from Po, you will be bitten by a real raccoon."

"Carl, are you okay?" Looking at the pet whose hair was standing on end, Poe deftly stroked the raccoon's tail and pressed down the raised hair.

"It's Katschi now, not Carl." The raccoon's eyes

Turning and turning, it seems to be more vivid than before, "Carl will be angry if he knows you call me by its name."

Gollum—

Gollum—

Two stomach growls interrupted the conversation.

Ranbu and the raccoon touched their stomachs at the same time, saying in unison:

"Master Ranbu is hungry, it's time to eat!"

"Speaking of which, shouldn't it be time to eat?"

......

Although they are carnivores, raccoons are actually more omnivorous.Raccoons in the wild generally decide on food according to the season, domestic raccoons...

Judging from Carl's shiny coat, Poe had taken care of him well.

And He Hui looked at the mealworm wriggling in the rice bowl, and fell silent.

"Katschi, today's Carl's protein supplement day, he should eat..." Poe's voice also paused for a moment.

Right now, Carl's body is a human being. It's a bit difficult for a human to eat mealworms...well.

Even when it comes to meat and fish, Karl generally eats them raw.

Poe frowned distressedly, and said, "Katsch, would you like some nuts and fruit?"

He Hui: "Please give me a fried chicken leg and a glass of Coke, thank you."

slope:......

There was a big question mark over Poe's head.

"Katschi, raccoons can't eat..."

He Hui: "I can."

He Hui repeated it firmly: "Raccoons can't do it, but I can."

"..." Po would not joke about his beloved pet. Po, who did not know He Hui's abilities, could not refuse, but he did not dare to agree.

"It's okay, let him eat." On the other side of the dining table, Luanbu, who was eating a sandwich, raised his head, with some salad dressing on the corner of his mouth, "Just treat it as He Hui's supernatural power, Mr. Po's raccoon, don't you?" Something will happen."

With the assurance of a master detective, Poe quickly prepared fried chicken legs and Coke for He Hui.

He Hui: ...

Unexpectedly, one day, he would be guaranteed by Taro.

While gnawing on the fried chicken leg, He Hui read the corner of a letter under a cereal jar.

Using the raccoon's paw to remove the cereal can, He Hui saw a letter with the seal of the soul.

Poe's home is very large, but Poe only moves in a fixed point-study-bedroom-dining room.

In the real restaurant, only Poe would come to grind a cup of coffee when he stayed up late-because the sound of the coffee machine would affect his writing, it was not placed in the study.

But Poe's study does not allow the housekeeper's servants to enter, so Poe's letters can only be packed up and put on the dining table by the housekeeper, so that Poe can see it when he goes out of the room to grind coffee.

Although most letters Poe will not open.

Most of the letters from book fans are sent to the publishing house, but some high-ranking officials and dignitaries can always know the real address of the author, and some are entrusted and greeting postcards.

What He Hui pulled out was only one of the letters.

"Can you open it?" He Hui had a good impression of this little soul imprint.

Poe looked over, made sure it was an insignificant letter, and nodded.

"can."

The letter is from the director of a theater who received a threatening prank two days ago at the Theater of Souls... We sincerely invite the giant detective Mr. Poe to help them out.

A pass is attached to the letter, and with this pass, you can walk in the theater without barriers.

"Does Poe often receive such commissions?" The director of a theater should not have a low status.

The young man with long bangs gave an "um".

"I remember that Poe's main job is family, why are these detective commissions sent to you?" In exchange for being called a giant in the American detective world...

Poe's movement of stirring the coffee stagnated for a while, and under He Hui's curious gaze, he said something.

"In the past, when I first started writing, there were many occasions where I had to show up... Then incidents happened, and the police and specially invited detectives couldn't see through the facts that I knew at a glance. sentence."

"...The reputation spread for some reason, but I hate places with a lot of people. After I became capable, I refused these invitations directly."

He has lost face so much, but there are more and more entrustment letters and invitation letters.

Because, Edgar Allan Poe's status is no longer what it used to be.

The less you show up, the less you don't attend, the more precious Poe's appearance is... In this way, those people in the upper class even regard it as an honor to invite Poe to appear on the stage, and they are scrambling to make an appearance. Come to invite me.

But this is also a strange place.

The incident that Poe personally resolved could not even be called a fraction of Chaos.

The Armed Detective Agency has been established for ten years, and Ranpo has solved tens of thousands of incidents.

"Obviously, based on the number of cases, Taro should be the number one."

He Hui's paws spread out the commission letter from the Soul Theater, "...a golden apple made of golden spray paint, with For The Fairest written on it with animal blood..."

The story of the golden apple?

Seeing that He Hui was so serious, Po also came over to see if there was anything special about it.

"A show on Broadway called [GoldenApple]..."

Starring in [Golden Apple], the threat is also [Golden Apple]...

Not a hype?

"Go fix it."

Eh?

Poe looks up and sees the table

The detective on the other side swallowed the last mouthful of the sandwich, picked up the milk and took a sip, the corners of his mouth were smeared with foam, like a white beard.

"As the second hurdle I accept your challenge: solve the [Golden Apple] incident."

The author has something to say: The Armed Detective Agency has been established for ten years, and Ranpo has solved tens of thousands of incidents.

According to the 80 chapters of the manga, it has solved tens of thousands of incidents in 12 years.Tens of thousands...Taking the lowest 2 as an example, there are 3-[-] cases per day. From this point of view, Luanpo is the real-name social animal of the detective agency!

The event is Conan TV308 Shinichi Kudo's New York event

The more I write, the more I feel that illusionists are really cheating

Owl Rokudokuku, Raccoon and Hui thought it was great.