Yunyang Novelist Luanbu

Gojo Satoru felt that he hadn't seen Ranpo for a long time, obviously only a month had passed.The whereabouts of Ranpo has always been controlled by the mantra, so Gojo Satoru has never worried about losing Ranbu.As a result, in this past, Gojo Satoru found that Ranpo's residence had been transferred from the old building on Leibo Street to the landmark building in Minato District.

What the hell did this brat do in a month, and he even lived in the port mafia?

When Gojo Satoru teleported over, the curtains inside the chief's office were tightly covered, and Lian Ranbu was wearing a haori, lying on the floor writing a manuscript, with a stack of books next to him, relying only on a desk lamp for light.The shadow of the book pressed onto the manuscript grid, and he stared at the manuscript paper in disorder. While writing, he raised his hand and moved the desk lamp to borrow light. After adjusting it two or three times, it was not satisfactory.Luanbu simply raised his head and adjusted his hands. As a result, the skylight in the office was reflected on the red carpet inch by inch, and the figure of a tall boy was also elongated inch by inch, directly reflected on the paper he was writing on.

As soon as he saw the shape of the shadow, Ranbu immediately closed his eyes, went to the place pretending to be dead, and covered the manuscript with his head, but noticed from the corner of his eye that it was not completely covered, so he raised his stiff arm to cover the rest Partially covered.

When Wujo came to his senses, he still thought about how to lay the groundwork and wording, but when he saw Ranpo like this, he forgot what he had said before, walked up to Ranpo and said, "I know I'm here, and I'm pretending to be dead. I don't want to see it so much. To me?"

Luan Bu moved his head, but did not speak.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything for a moment, he just felt that he had dug into a hole, and now he was inexplicably embarrassed.But if he admits that he was actually affected, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing. "I'm here to deliver something to you, just to ask one thing."

Ranpo still didn't respond, Gojo Satoru walked to the side of Ranpo, squatted down and tugged at Ranpo's soft rice cake-like face.Luanpo had no choice but to respond, snatched his face from Gojo Satoru's hand, and said, "It hurts to death, you are too kind to me!"

"Who told you to play dead?" Gojo Satoru gave Ranpo a head-butt by the way.

With a sound of "dong", Luanbu almost didn't get knocked out.As soon as he regained the consciousness that had been knocked out of his head, he threw himself on Gojo Satoru in an unreconciled random step.Unfortunately, Luanbu's clothes are always piled up layer by layer. When he puts the books, he also puts them away. Some books are originally pressed on his coat, and he doesn't know this situation.So this counterattack action caused the entire row of books to fall down one after another like dominoes that had been activated.He walked in disorder and was unsteady, being dragged by the book, the whole person fell to the ground again, and was hit by the book.

Wujo Gojo died laughing, and hurriedly took a commemorative photo with his mobile phone, and remarked, "Today is another clumsy short-legged cat." Ranbu heard a "click" and raised his cotton fist to the last stubborn one on Gojo Wu's calf Hammer, and fall to the ground.

Five minutes after the farce ended, Luanbu walked barefoot from the chaotic "battle zone" to the swivel chair, squatted on the swivel chair without thinking, called the Secretariat, and ordered breakfast and morning tea snacks in a hoarse voice.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when Gojo Satoru came over. "It's almost noon now."

"Hey——" Luanbu raised his head and looked out the window, the white light made Luanbu unable to open his eyes at all, and turned to the phone and said, "Then add lunch and afternoon tea..."

Ranpo was only halfway through speaking when Gojo Satoru pressed the phone for him.With a pair of upward gazes, Wu Tiaowu raised his hand and pinched Luanbu's chin without changing his expression. Through the skylight, he looked at Luanbu's thin face and the blue veins like a network of blood vessels on his neck looming.

"I'll take you to eat. You guys haven't gone out for a few days. Let me bask in the sun, you know? Your face is getting uglier."

Luanbu gets tired when he hears going out: "I don't want to walk, and I'm not ugly!!!"

Gojo Satoru ignored the last sentence and said, "Teleport."

"..."

Ranbu couldn't bear the weightlessness that teleportation brought him.

When Luanbu moved to the office to live, he found that not only did he hate the feeling of weightlessness, but he was also afraid of heights. He always consciously kept a distance of one meter from the glass windows. When passing through the glass windows, he had to put down the automatic curtains.Back and forth, Luanbu simply kept the curtains open all the time, not knowing whether it was dawn or night, and living only by electric lights.

"Then get out of here."

Gojo Satoru didn't mind at all how the members of the Port Mafia saw the last barrier of the Port Mafia, the most difficult to break into the headquarters building, and a boy appeared out of thin air.When he walked out the door, a row of guards with guns outside was stunned subconsciously, and immediately pointed their guns at Gojo Satoru in the next second.

Gojo Satoru didn't pay any attention, and turned his head to look at the sluggish Chaos walking out of the office in wooden clogs, and closed the door by the way.The guards all looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing whether to pick up the gun or put it down.

Can someone explain them?

Would it be disrespectful to ask the leader?

……

The defense members have many thoughts in their hearts.

But as the saying goes, no one wants to be the first to bear the brunt.

Ranbu looks soft, but he has a weird temper, always whimsical, and his ideas are unconstrained.If you are targeted, you will probably encounter unimaginable punishment as Mori Ogai said——

For example, the manuscript that Ranpo is writing recently is "Spider Man". The serial murderer in the story is bold and bold, and he regards killing as an art.

Mori Ogai said: "It is said that art comes from life, how do you know that the leader of Ranpo is as easy to bully as you imagined? Not to mention whether the leader has really done such a thing, just using the plot of the novel in reality , I don’t know who of you can stand it?” They have also read Luanbu’s article, his article’s thoughts are strange and terrifying, especially the psychological description of the client, as if it is a personal experience.Being mentioned by Mori Ogai, he naturally felt fear of Ranpo.

Luanbu is now sleepy, and he doesn't care what other people think, he walks in front, and the guards behind him are divided into two groups consciously, one group stays where they are, and the other group follows Luanbu's footsteps.

Gojo Satoru noticed that the people behind were huffing and moving together, so he said to Luanbu: "You go out now, do you still need so many people with you?"

"Uncle Meitou said, it's dangerous for me to go out alone." Ranpo was still used to calling Mori Ogai Uncle Meitou.

"are you happy?"

Gojo Satoru didn't care how Ranpo became the leader of the port mafia, since Ranpo chose to take this path, it naturally made sense.Furthermore, if Ranbu wanted to say something, he would naturally tell himself, and there was no point in forcing him to ask.

Luanbu put his hands into his sleeves, raised his head to look at the ceiling, then turned his head to look at the □□ members who were taller than him, and said: "There is food, drink and a place to write, that's it."

"Isn't Ju Gao also able to eat, drink and have a place for you to write?"

Luan Bu looked back and followed the guard members. Those people consciously retreated three meters away, and continued: "You really don't know why I left the school?"

"Are you worried that Jie will be affected by the curse spirit and speak ill at you, and you won't be able to bear it?" At the beginning, when Jie was influenced by the curse spirit, his speech always became sharp unconsciously.Many people were frightened, wondering if something unpleasant happened to Xia Youjie.Yi Ranbu's little heart like a baby's fingernail, when he met Xia Youjie, wouldn't he be so frightened by him that he dared not meet Jie again.

"No matter how many times Jie tells me, I will forgive him." Luanbu said calmly, like a mature adult talking to a child calmly.

"Then why did you leave?"

"If I stay in Curse High, he will feel uncomfortable." Luanbu paused and said, "That curse spirit wants to kill me, but he can't kill me, he will feel very uncomfortable."

Gojo Wu agreed with Ranpo's words, and when Xia Youjie was mentioned, Wujolu's mood also dropped, and he said, "Well, you are careful."

If Gojo Wu met Xia Youjie's situation, he might not have so much psychological burden.But Xia Youjie has always regarded righteousness as his belief.For Xia Youjie now, the psychological torture may be more than imagined.

"And you-"

Gojo Satoru didn't realize that Ranpo hadn't finished speaking, so he said, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Didn't you come here to talk to me this time? Besides sending those letters, you need to talk to me." Luanbu said, "I told Jie before that there are three ways to get rid of the curse spirit. : One is the exorcism of the conjurer, one is that I have finished writing the book, and the other is that the object of my extraction of negative emotions has died."

If it is redundant, I will not talk about Luanbu.

If Luanbu stays at Manga, sooner or later he will be questioned by Gojo Satoru.

Both of them know each other well now.

Ranpo said: "Generally speaking, it's wrong to interfere with other people's thoughts. But, I don't want you to kill people. You are different from them." Speaking of the last sentence, Ranpo raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru.

His blue eyes were clear and bright, but they were as bottomless as the deep sea.

"You are different from them." Ranpo repeated again, "Okay? Of course I don't want you to be the savior, nor do I want you to be the greatest saint in the world, but don't kill people. You know, why do I Don't you like staying at Q?"

"Q also gave me food and a good place to live, but I don't like them. They kill people based on their mood, intentionally, and casually. This kind of person is scary. Don't kill people."

The tone of Luan Bu's conversation with him was very gentle, as if he had no strength, just like the grass growing on the soft ground, but his eyes were full of determination and firmness, and even a joke would be inappropriate.

"It's impossible for a conjurer not to kill someone."

Deal with curse masters, deal with the terrifying hidden dangers mentioned by the high-level curse masters in the future, and solve ordinary people who may be controlled.The road ahead must be one of blood.Just like the gang members behind Ranpo, they chose to embark on this path, and they are destined to know what kind of gunpowder and bloody future they face.

Gojo Satoru knew that during that time Ranpo came into contact with members of "Q", they were all curse masters.Gojo Satoru would have to meet them sooner or later and clean them up, so his psychological burden on this operation was not as great as he imagined.Wrong, it can be regarded as cleaning up garbage for the magic world.

"The people in Q are all curse masters, and sooner or later we will meet them."

"But conjurers cannot kill ordinary people."

Ranpo directly said what Gojo Satoru didn't point out.

Wutiao Wu's words froze, and he showed a comfortable smile: "I never said that I want to be a magician." So, even if it is the last step, he can do it.

"Then I won't tell you which person's negative emotions I extracted." Before Gojo Satoru's expression changed, Ranbu immediately added, "I'm writing, and I'll finish the story. You don't have to Do something else."

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, feeling heavy and exhausted.Because the most uncomfortable thing is probably that when he should do something, he can't do anything.Obviously, he already has the strength to exorcise the curse spirit written by Ranpo, but he still can't do anything.

Compromising with reality is the most uncomfortable thing for Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru suppressed these things, tried to change the topic to something lighter, and asked, "Why do you like Jie so much?" Gojo Satoru felt that Ranpo liked him very much, but he couldn't remember if he had asked such a question .

Ranpo actually doesn't think he likes Jie very much, but he thinks Jie is special.

"Because he said to me, 'Even if I stop writing novels, he will like me', no one has ever said that to me. "

Gojo Satoru didn't expect that the two of them would have such a conversation, and was about to speak when his phone rang, and the caller ID on it was "Senxia Yusen".Gojo Satoru directly gave Ranpo the phone.

Maybe it's about "Is it about the letter sent to Ranpo?"

Ranbu picked up the phone and said that he was Ranbu, and Morishita Yusen immediately said, "Have you read the news?"

"What news?"

"The content of the serialized novel you just published today coincides with the murder case in the news. The police contacted me to talk to you. Where are you?"

Ranpo glanced at Gojo Satoru, and said, "I'm in the headquarters building of the Port Mafia."

Senxia Yusen didn't quite understand: "Why are you going to such a dangerous place? Are you alone? Was it kidnapped?" After speaking, Senxia Yusen's voice also dropped, indicating that Ranbu could ask him for help.

"No, I am the leader here."

Morishita Yusen was stunned: "Huh?"