Started with a green hat for Verlaine

This early morning was extraordinarily long, depressing, and heavy.

In the headquarters of the port mafia, the members of the middle and lower levels do not know that their leader has passed away.

They only felt the uneasiness in the atmosphere. No one dared to speak loudly. Members of the militant faction equipped with weapons kept going out, full of gunpowder smoke, and the entire organization was raised to the highest level of alert.As for those big shots who didn't blink when they saw dead bodies everywhere, many people saw the unconcealable sadness on their faces.

This made them on the night shift unavoidable to guess who among the senior management had an accident.

who is it?

Is it the five major cadres?

The last time the atmosphere was so tense was when the leader's positions alternated and the old leader went crazy.

Some people vaguely remember that when they went out to the "Family" convenience store to buy late-night snacks and returned home, they seemed to see the searchlights suddenly turned on on the top floor of the port mafia headquarters. It should be that someone went out by helicopter.

But there is no shadow of a helicopter in the sky, which seems to be an illusion.

Afterwards, those rustling sounds from the rooftop were more like a ghost story in the middle of the night. Some said it was the sound of seagulls, crows, etc., some said it was a fierce quarrel on the rooftop, and some said intermittent high-altitude noises. The echo is someone crying, which makes people get goosebumps.

In short, the rooftop has become a forbidden place, and no one can go to the rooftop to find out, except for the top management of the organization.

The cadres of the port mafia gather here.

Mori Ogai didn't let Dazuo and Yagishita get close. Although his shoulder was hit by Nakahara Nakaya before, and now he almost started fighting with the two cadres, he still insisted on his opinion.

"Please leave some dignity for the leader, and wait for them to sort out the remains of the leader."

"Here, I am a doctor."

"Don't add unnecessary pain to the relatives of the leader."

Da Zuo and Yagishita saw the blood on the ground from a distance, and understood the seriousness of the situation. Such a large amount of bleeding exceeded the normal state, and the corpse must not be complete.However, human reason and emotion are incompatible, and Yagishita said angrily, "Why can Koyo Ozaki go there!"

Mori Ogai said: "Today is January [-]th, the birthday of the leader and Momiji-kun are on the same day, and she stayed at the port mafia headquarters to wait for the leader throughout the night."

Da Zuo suddenly said: "Why was she not around when the leader had an accident?!"

Makoto, who stayed next to Mori Ogai, wanted to speak up, but Mori Ogai stopped him from crossing the line. It involved the death of the leader, and it was not up to anyone to use personal feelings to justify.

"Hongye-kun is responsible." Mori Ogai said seriously, "We are also responsible, don't shirk it, because we failed to protect the leader, and the leader died on the roof of our headquarters...the last person who saw him People are the guards of the chief room, those people...unfortunately, they were poisoned and comatose, and they were in a state of treatment, unable to answer our questions."

The Colonel asked Mori Ogai: "Why are they poisoned?"

Yagishita and his ilk gritted their teeth: "They have seriously neglected their duties! They should be buried with the leader!"

After hearing what the two said, Mori Ogai replied in a low voice: "Don't you understand yet? The attackers did not invade the port mafia headquarters from the ground, but from the sky - our leader has long prevented this situation. A poison gas device was installed in the chief's room at night, but he never thought that when he was about to leave the headquarters, the enemy would just arrive, and unfortunately, he ran into the enemy head-on."

Da Zuo recalled the turbulent situation in the early morning: "What happened to the monster in the sea? Does it have something to do with the enemy? The golden space that blocks the entire city of Yokohama is... Lantang-kun's power?"

Yagishita and others are also concerned about these issues, but they can't believe that Lantang is so powerful.

In Japan, no one has ever heard of such a large-scale space system ability!

"Yes."

Mori Ogai affirmed.

The leader passed away, and Mori Ogai, who represents the next successor, does not intend to hide too much, but will only modify the truth appropriately. Today's incident will cause shocks in the Kanto area, and countless people will pay attention to the port mafia.

"In order to avenge the leader, Mr. Lantang broke out with great strength and defeated the enemy."

This sounds really reasonable.

Da Zuo's heart was cold and his face was ironic, and Yagishita and his colleagues also thought of the key point.

"Lantang wasn't with the leader at that time?"

"No."

"Where did he go?"

"Lantang-jun and the leader, after discussing, decided to return to France in advance, and went to Haneda Airport at night."

"The leader took the helicopter in the early morning to find him?"

"Correct."

"Are they having a conflict?"

"After Lantang-jun has completed the resignation procedures, this is the leader's family matter. It is not what I should say, and you should not ask. I believe that Lantang-jun is more sad than you."

Mori Ogai did not answer directly, but revealed a meaning inside and outside the words: that's right!It was caused by Lan Tang!Aso Qiu also went to look for Lan Tang in the early morning, but was attacked by the enemy!

If someone is to be hated and angered, Mori Ogai thinks Rantang-kun is the most suitable for this role.

[Mr. Lan Tang. 】

【It was you who ruined Aso Qiuya. 】

【My senior brother...he didn't die from the enemy, but from despair! 】

The leader of the port mafia died in the hands of the enemy in the early morning of his birthday. He did not call for help in any form to his subordinates. He took off his shirt and let the enemy dismember him along the wounds on his body!

The size and fragments of the body proved the "cause of death"!

This kind of truth was too appalling to tell, and Mori Ogai chose to conceal it.

He turned sideways, and followed the other two cadres who were comforted by him, to see the grief of those people.

The "Angel of Death" on the battlefield came just a little later than Zhongya Nakahara, and knelt on the ground with Akiko Yosano, with a sad face on her face. The girl inevitably saw death again in her life.

Just the day before, Yosano Akiko met Aso Qiuya and persuaded the other party to cheer up and wanted to heal Aso Qiuya's body.Although Ma Shengqiu also rejected her kindness, the other party said that he would receive treatment when Lan Tang was found, and would never intentionally hurt his body or drag down his own life.

But in fact——

Yosano Akiko looked dully at the man with long curly hair who was trembling with wet sea water all over his body.

The other party was rescued by Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, but he failed to die with his lover. He couldn't tell whether it was luck or misfortune, and was forced to face the tragedy of dismemberment at the headquarters of the port mafia.

Arthur Rimbaud's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes could not focus. He embraced the intact head left to him by Ma Shengqiuya, and murmured in a soft French that no one could hear clearly.After resuming from the node of failure, Arthur Rimbaud didn't talk to anyone anymore, and hung his head, refusing to hand over his head unless Aso Akiya's body was restored to a complete state.

Dazai Osamu said shamelessly: "Mr. Lantang, aren't you amazing? Are you sitting here in a daze? We are all trying to put together a body for Qiuya, so come here too!"

Since Osamu Dazai passed out once, his personality has become more gloomy and ruthless.

"I made a mistake. I shouldn't have called you Mr. Lantang. I should have called you 'Artier Rimbaud'. Please cancel the Japanese name as soon as possible, so that we can easily call you wrong."

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud finally reacted.

Under Dazaiji's indifferent eyes, he released a subspace cube to protect the head, preventing Dazaiji from getting the head, and then stumbled over to collect the corpse for Ma Shengqiu.Every fragment of the corpse was stabbed in the heart of Arthur Rimbaud, bloody and bloody, and became part of the nightmare.

Zhongyuan Zhong also held back his tears, and said in a nasal voice: "Mr. Lan Tang, you go to rest, and I can just leave it to me to tidy up my father."

The corpse was spread too far apart, the surface of the body was easily recognizable, and the internal organs could not be put back at all.

The port mafia has gone overnight to invite the best embalmers in Japan to ensure that the leader of the port mafia, the leader of the Kanto region, and the uncrowned king under the night in Yokohama can die with dignity.

Koyo Ozaki, who was tidying up the corpses, was heartbroken at a glance, and could fully understand Mr. Rantang's emotions.She feels that there is no reason for Dazai-kun's anger. Even if Mr. Lan Tang is wrong, he is also the person Ma Shengqiu loves. How can you force the other party to face the unbearable scene.

Arthur Rimbaud pushed away Nakahara Nakaya's hand that wanted to hold him, and muttered to himself.

"It's not a fragment of an arm..."

"This is the waist..."

"Here...is a piece of heart...cut along the side of the waist..."

"His tattoo...here..."

The broken corpse was placed on the white cloth, stained with blood, which was shocking. Arthur Rimbaud found the skin of Aso Akiya's lower back and pieced together the name "Arthur Rimbaud".

Koye Ozaki was sad again, sobbing: "Mr. Shuya loves you very much, and there is no man in Japan who loves you more deeply than him. He keeps your name on him and never wants to be separated from you."

It was also the first time for Zhong Yuanzhong to see his father's tattoo.

Arthur Rimbaud said dully: "Yes, he loves me... We would have been happy... if the name..." had been mine.

He suddenly stopped the follow-up words, half laughing and crying, giving people a feeling of fear for no reason.

Ma Shengqiu also had resentment and hatred towards him.

Arthur Rimbaud has it too.

It’s just that Ma Shengqiu also died, and Arthur Rimbaud’s heart also died together, and no one will know—their love is a misunderstanding based on wrong cognition.

"He loves me...I love him...we love each other deeply..."

——Aso also hated Arthur Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud continued to collect the corpses for his lover, no longer lost his mind, his eyes became focused, and a faint sense of happiness gradually appeared on his face, which hurt the eyes of others.

"I can't help myself..."

——Artier Rimbaud hates Ma Shengqiu and admits the wrong person.

"We have been in love for eight years..."

—Eight years of cheating and being cheated.

"He likes my talent, appreciates my poetry, and calls me a wind that he can't catch... He can read my heart... We met because of talent... We are always proud..."

——In the end, no one understands anyone's soul.

"I've always wanted to tell him that I'm not that hard to catch...he doesn't believe it...he's afraid that I'll leave..."

—Who is the person you love?

"In the future... I won't leave, I will protect you for him..."

—My dear, let the false become true.

With the efforts of five people, Aso Qiuya's body was restored to relative integrity.

Arthur Rimbaud spelled out the cut palm of Aso Akiya, and there was still one part missing. He looked at Osamu Dazai with his green eyes covered with gray tones, "Zhi-kun, return the finger wearing the ring." give him."

Osamu Dazai silently took out the finger dripping with blood in his pocket, walked over, squatted down, and put the ring finger on his left hand. The intact left hand showed a strange feeling of being broken. This hand not only touched Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Above Chuya's head, he also comforted Ozaki Momiji and Yosano Akiko.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at it for a long time, and then summoned the "color painting book".

As a partner, he put Aso Qiuya's head on the neck with his own hands. That neck could no longer bear the man's wisdom, madness and ignorance of love.

The "body" of the black-haired man lay on the cold ground, torn apart, and the only gentle and beautiful head "sleeped" quietly, as if having a slightly sad dream.

It is no longer silently laughing at anyone.

How can a dead person leave others with extra emotions.

Ma Shengqiu was also content to let Arthur Rimbaud break with Paul Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud said in a soft, despairing voice.

"Ah... I only belong to you."

Arthur Rimbaud covered Aso Akiya's body with a black coat, his body was almost shaking, he supported himself with his arms, and did not snuggle into the broken body to accompany the lying man.

This is such a cold thing, he is cold, Qiu is also cold, they can no longer keep warm.

"When I die, we will have each other's names engraved on our tombstones."

Arthur Rimbaud laughed a little better, out of breath.

There was blood on his teeth.

It wasn't caused by trauma, but because of stagnation in his heart, he was so angry that he vomited blood.

Osamu Dazai saw his overwhelmed pain, walked over to Mori Ogai, under Mori Ogai's suspicious gaze, he grabbed Mori Ogai's jacket abruptly, and pulled out a bloody manuscript inside.

Mori Ogai sighed: "Didn't you ask me to hide this? Dazai-kun..."

Osamu Dazai, who retrieved the manuscript, went back to Arthur Rimbaud, and handed over the novel soaked in blood: "This is the novel written by Qiuya to you, and there is evidence that he loves you. I don't know why he thinks it's useful to write a novel...it's so stupid...this kind of love..."

"What else are you dissatisfied with? Qiu Ye loves and hates you the most in this life."

"This crazy brother with inferiority complex..."

"I gave you my heart."

Heart, can you take it out while you are alive?

Yes.

Aso Qiuya's heart is Arthur Rimbaud, and the person who picked him up at the beginning is also the other party. The man puts Arthur Rimbaud's position above the whole world, and he can do all crazy things for love.

When he hated the person he loved the most, it didn't look like hatred anymore.

It's more like—he dug out his heart, and used hatred to describe his twisted love.

【I love you! 】

【I love you! 】

[I want you to remember this for the rest of your life! 】

[I want you to suffer for the rest of your life to make up for the fact that you abandoned me! 】

Arthur Rimbaud's face suddenly became painful, his fingers curled up, as if the poison of love spread to all his limbs.He eagerly took the blood-stained manuscript, and as soon as he turned the first page, he heard Osamu Dazai ask gloomily, "What were you doing between 23:45 and midnight last night?"

Arthur Rimbaud said hoarsely: "I'm going to find someone, lest he mess around outside..."

Osamu Dazai asked again, "Did you make a call?"

Arthur Rimbaud defaults.

Osamu Dazai said: "If you call Paul Verlaine, Qiu will listen on the other side, and carefully recall what you said on the phone."

Arthur Rimbaud's pupils dilated.

The sky, the sound of the wind, Paul Verlaine's words of complaining outside were close to his ears.

[I want you to say that you miss me. 】

[Miss you, hurry up. 】

The self at Haneda Airport urged Paul Verlaine to go back quickly and not to hang out outside.

Paul Verlaine asked inductively: [The incident at the beginning is over, so you won't bother with me anymore. 】

Arthur Rimbaud wholeheartedly wanted to resolve the conflict with Paul Verlaine and bring him back to France. Naturally, he would pick up good words if he had any good words, and every word was sincere.

【No, I said forgive you, you don't have to doubt...】

If Qiu is also nearby...

[I found the handwriting left by the task I did back then, and the mood at that time was written on it. I have not forgotten it. No matter what kind of hell is ahead, I will never hate you.This notebook was originally left to you as a relic, it recorded the process of me getting to know you, but it's a pity you didn't find it...]

If Cho also listened to his conversation with Paul...

[As long as you can gain human affection and bond, you can create a new future. 】

If Paul makes Qiuya misunderstand that they are getting back together and going back to France together...

【Your birth is meaningful to the world. 】

in case……

【I'm glad to meet you. 】

In a state of despair, Qiu also heard her own words... crazy...

Arthur Rimbaud looked at his hands, as if looking at the hands that killed Qiuya, and said in confusion: "When I called Paul... he... Qiuya... didn't send out... sound……"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't understand before, and slowly realized the reason. It was Mr. Lan Tang's ex-boyfriend and partner Paul Verlaine who killed his father. Mr. Lan Tang called Paul Verlaine before his father died. His father was listening. That phone call lost my desire to survive.

Osamu Dazai had the answer in his mind, and said blankly, "Because he didn't dare."

Arthur Rimbaud smiled bitterly: "Why... dare not..."

"You made him feel that he is the third party, and you are going to abandon him." Osamu Dazai said, "He cheated you for eight years, thinking that you would kill your partner, who would have thought that you would reconcile, You said those words at that fatal time again, completely shattering his self-confidence."

"His biggest mistake was lying to you, and your biggest mistake was not seeing the people around you clearly."

Osamu Dazai also found it ironic.

A person gives tolerance to others, but does not give some leeway to his lover.

A person treats others tenderly, but refuses to treat himself tenderly.

The two are really a match made in heaven, making others sympathize and making others laugh!Is the love that has lasted for eight years so easy to hurt one's own people?Will the flowers blooming on lies necessarily wither?

"Artille Rimbaud, you are poor."

"You can't even hear the pleadings of the person you love..."

Arthur Rimbaud seemed not to have heard Osamu Dazai's ridicule, nor felt the astonishment of Nakahara Chuya's changed face, and had no time to care about the eyes of others such as Ozaki Koyo and Yosano Akiko.

He has already lost his family and marriage, it doesn't matter, Qiu also gave him hatred...

Hate with all my heart is also love...

Qiu also hated him.

Qiu also hated him for abandoning her.

But... I didn't, I never abandoned you, it was you who made me understand what true love is like, and how warm it is to have a family.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the untidy manuscript with eyes stained with tears again. Ma Shengqiu did not heal the wound, but finished the novel with the pain in the palms of his hands...

"A lot of blood..."

He wiped it with his sleeve, but couldn't get it clean.

The handwriting was blurred.

It's all Aso Qiuya's blood.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to read clearly? Fortunately, I can guess your handwriting..." Arthur Rimbaud laughed lowly, while struggling to read Aso Qiuya's novel, he stumbled and read: "Gift to Lanbo Don's birthday...gift, this is my truest feeling in the past eight years, and it is also the self-report of a liar after throwing away the fig leaf...I know you don't want to see my face...then read my novel..."

——All this is for your forgiveness.

— Come back to me.

—— Lan Tang.

……

Aso Qiu also had an accident in the early morning in Japan, and it was not dawn until the body was restrained.

Afternoon in London, England, at the end of the detective conference. At the request of the young and smart Edogawa Ranpo, the detectives wrote short stories with the theme of "Love Killing".

A detective who is not good at writing novels sighs: "This guy's way of harassing people is too unique."

All the people around turned black.

Yes.

If you don't agree with the "uniqueness" that picks up your various problems.

Conan Doyle joined in the excitement with a smile, tapped the ashtray with his pipe, took a breath of tobacco, and scribbled down the outline in the manuscript.

Love killing, it must be better to create polyamorous love.

Edogawa was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in random steps, supervising everyone. His manuscript had been written a long time ago, and he threw it on the table, waiting for everyone to read it after finishing writing.

After sitting for a while, Edogawa Ranpo ran to watch other people's writing as expected.

Looking at this person for a while, and then looking at another person for a while, there will be muttering cat words in the mouth, which is very disturbing and clean.

Conan Doyle hit the opponent's forehead with a pipe while he poked his head over.

"Little guy, no peeking."

"I'm not too young!"

The green-eyed teenager who was captured used his age to convince the other party.

Conan Doyle writes slowly, watching Edogawa Ranpo impatiently, Edogawa Ranpo's plane is booked at night, it takes eleven hours from London to Tokyo, he wants to go home tomorrow to catch up on sleep, at night Have a wonderful birthday party with your family.

"Anyone ten years younger than me is a child."

"...Are all middle-aged men thinking like this? They like to treat people like children."

"The cuter the mouth, the cuter it will be. It's not like you don't understand... Huh, you know what kind of person this world likes, Mr. Ranbu."

"Tsk."

Edogawa Ranpo learned Osamu Dazai's oral habit.

What a naive and innocent boy he was before!Ever since he came into contact with Aso Qiuya, he has been stuffed with thick black studies one after another, turning into a white cut black look.

Edogawa Ranpo endured Conan Doyle's speed for 10 minutes, and said: "Write faster, and write longer, my guardian is most interested in your novel..."

Conan Doyle disagreed, and said: "It depends on inspiration, don't be rude to take things created by others as your birthday present."

Edogawa fluttered with anger.

Conan Doyle has a good sense of Edogawa Ranpo, saying these words is also to tease the other party.

A smart kid with a filial piety is much better than a complete bad boy.

"Does your father write novels?"

"No, my parents died six years ago."

"Feel sorry."

"Qiu is also my second father, he is my guardian, the smartest man in the world! The world he sees is wider than Lord Ranpo!"

"Sounds great, how's the writing?"

"You can buy his novels, his pen name is 'Reader', although he likes to write some love stories, in fact, he is a guy who loves his wife as much as his life, he doesn't care at all, he wants whoever he falls in love with There is no better husband than him who will be with you all your life."

"Such a man loves his wife and knows how to take care of his family. He is a good man."

"You think so too! It's ten times better than a man who cheats on his boyfriend mentally, whose body is ready to move, and who only looks at his appearance every day!"

"you are wrong."

"no!"

"A hundred times."

"Ha ha ha ha--!!!"

Ranpo Edogawa and Conan Doyle agreed on the arrangement of Oscar Wilde.

After getting the short works of the detectives, Edogawa Ranpo did something that pleased Fukuzawa Yukichi, because this wayward detective took off his hat and bowed to everyone gracefully.

"Thank you everyone! I got the best gift ever!"

He also bowed to the attendant who was hosting the convention.

"The service quality of the waitress is the highest! I will give you a good review!"

The hotel waiter dimpled from laughter.

What a willful person, with the naivety and cuteness of a child, and the frightening wisdom, the combination of the two will unexpectedly become a detective full of positive meanings to the world.

Conan Doyle showed a smile, dispelling the initial fear. Smart people will understand the horror of smart people, but who can guard against a "boy" who can show his cat's belly to you.

The family that raised Edogawa Ranpo is undoubtedly excellent.

Japan, a unique little place.

While Conan Doyle had an impression of Japan, the Japanese government was already in a state of desperation, and fully assisted the city government of Yokohama to block news, suppress gossip, and prevent words like "dragon" and "monster" from appearing on the Internet platform, so as not to cause social panic.

Japan is a country where even supernatural abilities are urban legends. The people have been brainwashed for many years, thinking that they live in an environment without special powers, and because of the occasional appearance of various "abnormalities", they fear ghosts and gods and fabricate the existence of gods and Buddhas. I don't know that human beings can also reach the realm of "Gods and Buddhas".

This is a kind of sorrow, and it is also a kind of self-protection. The weak and defeated country has maintained its stability.

Since they embraced the British government's thigh, Japan has not had too much communication with other Asian countries. When encountering international problems, the first thought is to let the British government solve them.

It wasn't long before Conan Doyle got a call from the government after the detective convention was over.

After listening roughly, Conan Doyle raised his brows high.

interesting.

Haven't heard of such an interesting event for many years.

A high-ranking German official and transcendent entered Japan. At the same time, a high-energy "singularity" occurred in Japan. Two powerful European supernatural powers broke out in Yokohama. A gigantic monster roaring at sea.

Although I don't know the size of the city, the scale of this supernatural power has reached the level of "transcendents", especially the appearance of two European superhumans who can form a battle!

It can't be two transcendents, right?

Conan Doyle's first reaction was denial, and his second reaction was more objective: anything is possible.

He asked Agatha Christie: "Are there any casualties in Japan?"

Agatha Christie, who came forward to resolve international issues on behalf of the British government, said in a regretful tone: "No...the fighting side pays great attention to protecting the safety of the people..."

Conan Doyle didn't pay much attention to the casualties of other countries, so he let out a "huh".

"Send intelligence agents to investigate first, who is the high-ranking German who entered Japan?"

"Goethe."

"... No wonder you called me."

"No way, I can't figure out what that German guy is thinking, come and help me quickly."

"it is good."

Because the accident happened in Japan, Conan Doyle took another look at Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi who were happily going back to China before getting into the car.

Subsequently, Conan Doyle's relationship with the Detective Assembly was severed.

If Europe is the birthplace of supernatural powers, and Britain is the number one superpower country, then London is the center where supernatural powers gather in the world.Ordinary people have circles of ordinary people, and people with supernatural abilities have circles of people with supernatural abilities. The competition here is so cruel that it is far beyond imagination. Conan Doyle gave his colleagues a face only because of Oscar Wilde's humble request. Play this game for a few days.

After the game was over, everyone took their places and Conan Doyle returned to his role as the British Transcendent.

To be honest, it is hard for Conan Doyle to imagine that there will be two transcendents fighting in Japan, and the whereabouts of the "seven betrayers" have not been found recently. Could it be that there are other reasons for the fight?

Ranpo Edogawa, who was pestered by Edgar Allan Poe to describe the highlights of the short story, couldn't bear it anymore. Ranpo Edogawa said, "I'll read it on the plane!"

Edgar Allan Poe said weakly, "I want to go to Japan with you."

Edogawa Ranpo crossed his hands in front of his chest: "I refuse!"

Edgar Allan Poe was depressed.

Edogawa Ranpo thought: Shuya is the one who likes to raise fish, not me. I just want to inherit Qiuya's fish pond. When Poe becomes a transcendent, he can join my fish pond.

Edogawa said in a random manner: "You need to make your supernatural power even stronger."

Edgar Allan Poe smiled happily: "Good! We will work hard to write!"

With the little raccoon on his head, Poe, who suffered from social phobia, immediately ran to his luxury car with small steps. The driver opened the door and took him back to his place in England.

Poe murmured in the car: "We will definitely be invited by Mr. Ranbu."

He will never take the initiative to go to Japan without being invited!

This is dignity!

Poe said: "Slow down, I'm motion sick..." in order to get a glimpse of Edogawa.

Ranpo Edogawa walked beside Fukuzawa Yukichi in kimono, and the two unique Japanese were also very eye-catching on the streets of London, but Ranpo Edogawa noticed the look in Conan Doyle's eyes when he left.

Edogawa walked forward bouncing around.

Inorganic rational luster reappeared in the black-haired "boy"'s eyes, deserted, usually in the state of his in-depth reasoning - very much like a person with supernatural powers who activated "supernatural powers".

Countless streams of information flashed across his eyes, and he deduced why Conan Doyle looked at him.

——He looked at me because I was Japanese.

—International troubles in Japan have alarmed the British government.

Edogawa Ranpo raised his head and asked the president: "Uncle Fukuzawa, call Shuya."

Fukuzawa Yukichi thought he missed Aso Shuya, and said, "We can go back soon."

"It takes time to get to the airport from here, and it takes time to wait for the plane. It takes eleven hours by plane, and half an hour by car to Tokyo." Edogawa fiddled with his fingers, counting the time with a bitter face, "Get off I will never come to the UK again, I’m so tired, I don’t want to take a cross-country plane again.”

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Ranpo who had grown up abroad, and took out his mobile phone from his sleeve.

Called three times in a row, but no one answered.

Edogawa Ranpo's face turned from indifferent to gloomy.

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned: "Over there in Japan... it seems to be early in the morning? Senior brother is resting."

Hearing what the president said, Edogawa Ranpo tilted his head, and said to himself: "In the early morning... Shuya and Mr. Rantang were applauding in love, so they turned off their mobile phones in order not to disturb us. "

Fukuzawa Yukichi was surprised: "What's the meaning of the applause of love...?"

Edogawa said with a smile on his hips, "Even the president doesn't know! It was Shuya who taught me!"

Edogawa clapped his hands in disorder, clapping.

The doubts on Fukuzawa Yukichi's face suddenly turned up after a while.

A slap towards Luanbu's head!

"stop!"

Edogawa Ranpo's brain was dazed by the photograph, he became obedient, and he no longer dared to be arrogant, obediently grabbed Fukuzawa Yukichi's kimono sleeve: "President...I know I was wrong..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi guided him in a good direction exhaustedly: "Don't learn these things."

Edogawa Ranpo: "That's Qiuya..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi said indifferently: "Senior brother also has problems!"

Edogawa Ranpo is like a curious cat, insisting on telling Fukuzawa Yukichi to say "bad things" about Shuya.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was powerless: "I can't tell you the specifics... and I'm not as eloquent as you guys. I just want to say that brother is a very contented and happy person, but others can't see through."

Edogawa Ranpo said; "If you can't see through it, it means you are great. Isn't it great?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at Ranpo who admired Aso Shuya: "It's not a good thing if you can't see through." In order to explain his thoughts, he gave an example, "For example, if I can't see through you, I won't Knowing that you want my praise, then, you have no way to go back to your senior brother to praise you again."

Edogawa Ranpo looked surprised: "Huh?"

As expected of an adult, an adult has reasons that he doesn't understand!

Edogawa ran around Fukuzawa Yukichi in a circle, Fukuzawa Yukichi's annoyance at his nonsense subsided, knowing that he was a bad-mouthed guy, but his face softened, "If it's senior brother, We don't know what he really needs."

"I know!" Edogawa raised his hands in disorder, "It's love!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi replied: "It's too general, it doesn't count. I haven't experienced love, so I can't answer it. It's a natural result that I can't understand my brother."

Edogawa Ranpo was stumped by this question.

He put aside the troubles of the Japanese government and racked his brains to figure out what Shuya wanted.

Would Qiu also want to be praised?

Would Cho want a candy too?

Or, would Qiu also want a bowl of red bean mochi that can be spit out?

Edogawa ran into himself, happily eating British snacks, until he got on the plane, he looked at the darkened sky outside, and imagined the rising sun in Japan.

"Decided!"

Edogawa Ranpo stuffed his favorite dessert into Fukuzawa Yukichi's mouth.

Fukuzawa Yukichi choked.

Edogawa Ranbu beamed with joy: "I want to give the detective's autograph and short stories to me.