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

"Unexpectedly, Edgar is actually using a computer."

The raccoon jumped on the head of the thick-banged youth, Edgar's shaggy hair under his paws.

In the modern network information society, many writers are written with computer code words, and writers like Edgar who insist on writing on manuscript paper are rare.

The scattered papers on the desk, the full books in the cabinet, and many written but unpublished manuscripts...

Under such a background, a notebook suddenly appeared, and I was typing on it... This scene really does not match the environment.

Edgar wasn't angry at being disturbed by the raccoon. Rather, Karl usually got along with him like this, and he was used to it.

"Katschi..." Although it was someone else inside now.

"Carl... Ricard?"

Anisette?

He Hui looked at the email signature on the computer screen.

Edgar didn't mean to avoid it, but He Hui explained, "Is this... a part-time job?"

"...What's the matter with your question?"

The young man with thick bangs raised his hands above his head, hugging the raccoon on his head into his arms.

Maybe the genius's thinking is really different. Although the core of the raccoon has been changed, Edgar and Ranpo can pluck the Hehui version of the raccoon without any hesitation.

It wouldn't be so natural for anyone!

Because he doesn't like crowded places, before losing to Ranpo four years ago, Edgar had only one title——reasoner, and perhaps a "giant in the detective world" added by the American people.

However, smart people are sought after everywhere.

The Guild, an organization of supernatural beings in the United States, took the initiative to come to the door and invited Edgar to be their chief planner.

The international organization BckWine paid a lot of money to hire Edgar to be their military adviser, and was willing to provide Edgar with the information he needed.

Edgar was in the confused stage of being defeated by Ranpo at that time. He took over these positions and began to train himself with great concentration so that he could defeat Ranpo next time.

"..."

The direction is completely wrong.

The raccoon collapsed in Edgar's arms, looking at the mail on the computer.

Ranpo hopes that Edgar can become a detective and solve the incident a lot.As a result, he suddenly became... a consultant to the criminal team?

Changed to the title "Rical".

The international criminal organization Black is code-named wine. Although most people in the industry will think of ouzo when they talk about Ricard, Ricard is not the real name of the wine, but a brand of wine.

Think now, Sharon

Wynyard didn't say "Carl" then, but "Ricard".

How did Sharon know Edgar's identity?

And if Edgar is really an internal member of the organization, the code name should be ouzo directly.

What does this code name that looks like wine but not wine indicate?

Organizational non-staff?

Judging from the email, the incident figures in it should have been changed, and no information about the organization was exposed.But who is Edgar?His reply was very straightforward, and he didn't care about the veil that Black deliberately put on.

The keywords in the question in the last email were: silver-haired murderer.

Edgar analyzed the information sent by the organization, and then deduced the silver-haired murderer's information in great detail, and sent it out.

The location where it appeared tonight, the location where the pistol was placed... If the information is detailed enough, He Hui has no doubt that Edgar can even deduce the color of the silver-haired murderer today.

The organization was very satisfied with the results of the military division, and paid a large sum of money to the military division's account that night.

"..." How should I put it, although Ranpo wants Edgar to accumulate detective experience, but this wave...

He Hui relaxed himself into a raccoon ball, let Edgar's left hand rub hard, and watched Edgar start writing a proposal for Guild with his right hand.

This ability to make money is obviously much stronger than that of Luanbu!

After coming out of the Soul Theater, they went to have dinner, and it was already late when they returned to the mansion.

Luanbu rubbed his eyes and got out of the car. When he got into the bedroom, he wanted to sleep. It was He Hui who dragged him... and sent the detective into the bathroom to let him wash his face before going to sleep.

It was already early morning, and it was the working time of the night owl Edgar.

Soon, He Hui's eyelids also started to fight, and he lazily patted Edgar's thigh with his paw, "...Aren't you tired?"

Luanbu was exhausted after sitting in the car for a long time, not to mention that Edgar was the driver.

"I'm not tired, Karl... If Katsch is tired, you can go to bed first."

The left hand touched the raccoon's head, and the right hand continued to work.

Here I have to sigh, Edgar's method of raising raccoons and stroking raccoons is absolutely top-notch. Using the body of this raccoon, He Hui was so sleepy.

Following instinct, the raccoon's long tail wrapped around Edgar's left wrist, and put his head on the tail again, "Good night, Edgar."

Edgar froze from the tightening heat source on his wrist.

...Katsch, if that's the case, we won't be able to work.

The lavender eyes under the bangs looked at the entangled left hand, and at the lonely hand on the keyboard.

Work on the right hand.

By the way... there is a sound when the keyboard is struck.

Both Carl and Katschi's hearing is very sensitive, but Karl was woken up by the sound of him typing on the keyboard while sleeping in the study, so Katschi should be the same.

Looking at the time limit given by Guild, it is sufficient.

However, Mr. Luanbu has been here for the past two days, and he probably doesn't have much time to make plans during the day.

...Well, let's dove, the plan is not as important as the duel with Ranpo-kun!

......

Inside the airport.

"Gah woo ow ~ ga woo ow ~"

"Wow wow wow wow!" Startled by the sudden ringtone of the phone, Edgar finally fished out the phone from which pocket after flustered for a while.

"Chirp." Carl complained and continued to stay on Edgar's shoulder.

"Ah, Katz... Carl is back."

He had just sent Luanbu away, and Katschi should have followed him.

"Gah woo ow ~ ga woo ow ~"

The cell phone is still ringing.

"Hello?" Edgar was often startled by the ringtone of his mobile phone because no one would call, and...unknown phone numbers were never noted, so he didn't know who the caller was.

"...Poe." The voice on the other side was distorted, but it was still recognizable as a man.

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Where's your plan?"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time.

"..."

Fitzgerald on the opposite side was about to die of anger.

It was the day when the chief consultant should submit the proposal, but there was no movement from Poe.Because Poe doesn't like places with many people, they only communicate by email all the time, and in the past few days, all the emails he sent to Poe have disappeared without a trace of reply.

Seeing that the day to implement the plan has come, but the plan has not been exchanged...

Unable to do so, Fitzgerald inquired about Edgar Allan Poe's phone number, intending to make a call to remind him...to remind him of the proposal.

"Oh, it's Mr. Fitzgerald." Edgar's tone was very indifferent, without the slightest guilt of being a dove, "I have something to do these two days, so I didn't write the plan."

"..." Fitzgerald squeezed the phone tightly.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down: "So, when are you going to finish writing?"

Edgar looked at the time and calculated: go home from the airport, sort out the deduction that Mr. Ranpo wants to see, the gift for Katschi, and feed Karl...

"Before six o'clock tomorrow morning." The working time is in the middle of the night, and it is just before six o'clock in the morning that he finishes work.

The Guild is an organization with supernatural powers.

any member only

If you fail once, you will be kicked out of the organization.

But principles are meant to be broken.

A talent like Poe, if he was kicked out because he was late on the proposal once... the whole world would laugh at him.

Thinking of this, Fitzgerald said indifferently, "There will be no next time, Poe."

He hung up the phone.

As everyone knows, the next time he called to press for the manuscript, he still got the question "Who are you?"

......

Bai Lan rescued Belmode, leaving the FBI in vain.

They tested the bloodstains left at the scene and a bloody bullet, and confirmed that the model of the bullet was not consistent with the pistol held by the silver-haired murderer.

Obviously, there was a third party on the scene.

They seem to have wounded the silver-haired murderer and taken him away.

The real body of the silver-haired murderer, who was disguised by Belmode as a suicide, was brought back to Inferno by Phantom.

It's just that Inferno's cadre——Claudia frowned when she heard the report from Phantom, the organization's strongest killer, "You should kill that woman."

She was referring to Belmode, of course.

The female killer maintained a poker-faced demeanor, "The task is to capture the silver-haired murderer alive. If you can't do it, kill him and bring back his body."

Gee.

Claudia extinguished the cigarette in her hand, "Get down."

This emotionless killer was cultivated by Scythe, and now Scythe defected with his killers, leaving only Phantom and Zwei who trained with Phantom.

The organization doesn't know whether the top assassin's true allegiance is to the organization or to Scythe... The suspicious upper echelon has already made a proposal to scrap her.

Being bitten back by one's own dog would be a big joke in the other world.

......

After returning to China and getting off the plane, pointing the way to send Luanbu back to the detective agency, Hehui can finally return to his body.

Um?This feeling...is Rimbaud's superpower.

His body is in a different space, but the barrier has access to him.

It turns out that Rimbaud's ability can block the spirit, it seems to be a great nemesis of illusionists.

The bitter husband was imprisoned in Rimbaud's different space. This is, the car overturned?

Huh?

This coordinate is a bit familiar, Mr. Kufu is here with his shell... no way.

"Mr. Bitter Husband?"

The moment he returned to his body, Liudao Mukuro, who sensed the mental fluctuations of his master, immediately left without turning his head... and ran away.

He Hui: ...

What's the matter?

hiss!

The spirit covered the whole body, the pain sensory nerves were connected, and the pain in the flesh was transmitted to the brain in an instant, and the overloaded pain made Hehui twitch uncontrollably.

shit

This ordinary person must be sore and dizzy.

He Hui now has a lot of question marks.

Opening his blue eyes, his eyes were pitch black, no different from not opening his eyes.

He tried to move his body, but the reaction of his stiff body was a few beats slower, but he was able to control his fingertips and toes, which meant that the important bones were not broken, it was just that he had been skinned, cramped, bloodletted, and flesh dug...

He Hui: ...

He Hui: What's the matter with you, husband and wife?

The blond young man hurriedly felt his organs.

call......

Replace it, the kidney is replaced.

After 2 minutes, the eyes that had almost adapted to the darkness could see the outline of the interior clearly.

Facing the iron railing in front of him, his arms were shackled, and even his ankles had a shackle.

The smell of blood in the nostrils was too strong, and the other smells were covered up, and He Hui, with his five senses strengthened, couldn't smell any clues for a while.

But the structure of the room was familiar to Huihuan, it was the place where he used to take "psychological classes".

——Ganghei Dungeon, torture room.

only......

Husband, you actually use my body to play dungeon py?

The author has something to say: Keke was severely beaten

But he dares to change next time.JPG