Started with a green hat for Verlaine

late September.

"Haha, the little orange cat should call me big brother!"

On Leibo Street, Ranpo Edogawa, who was "unemployed at home", laughed wildly at a person with his hips on his hips.

His name for Nakahara Chuya changed with Qiuya's thoughts, and Qiu was also making up his mind, and he could probably guess it.

Nakahara Nakaya was sitting on the steps, playing with a brightly colored toy in his hand, and received the same style of little yellow duck sent by Qiu Ye in a random step.Ma Shengqiu didn't know the specific way of getting along with the two of them. He tried his best to have a flat bowl of water, but it was really impossible. That was also the fault of "Ms. Verlaine". He was a good father who raised his lover and his ex-son.

Central Plains Chuya's expression was downcast, and he couldn't adjust for a while.

He now has two fathers of the same gender, but his biological father, Lan Tang, has lost his memory and cannot see him. Although he is willing to stay in Leibo Street and live with his companions, it is impossible not to long for family affection.

After listening to Luanbu's show off, the orange-haired boy looked at him, and immediately crushed the quacking little yellow duck.

"Snapped!"

Edogawa Ranpo's laughter stopped abruptly.

Green eyes widened, Edogawa Ranpo realized that Lantang's son was not easy to mess with, enough to beat him violently.He thought about it again, the world is fair, the little orange cat is not as smart as him, and the other party added his IQ to his strength.

"Little orange cat, don't be sad, I'll give you one of my little yellow ducks."

Ranpo Edogawa took out another little yellow duck from his pocket, and shared his happiness with Nakaya.

"Don't call me little orange cat." Zhong Yuan said dissatisfiedly: "I have a name, call me Zhong Yuan! Also, I don't know you well, so I don't want to be my brother."

"Central Plains... Chuya? The name is too long to remember." Edogawa pretended to be stupid.

"Chuya!" Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth.

Edogawa changed the subject randomly, and said lively: "Uncle asked me to take you to the municipal library, don't play crazy all day, we have to learn French and Latin, do you want to go with me?"

Chuya Nakahara's face froze slightly: "I'm learning English..."

Edogawa Ranpo was surprised: "There is something easy to learn in English, uncle should have taught you a long time ago."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Edogawa Ranpo continued to stimulate people's hearts: "Uncle can speak four languages, so we must learn at least four."

In contrast to geniuses, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt unparalleled pressure on his studies.

"No, no need."

He started backing away.

"Don't be polite to me, uncle told me, I taught you, buy me thick snacks!"

With a carefree tone, Edogawa Ranpo dragged Chuya Nakahara, who was obviously very strong but did not dare to resist, to the library.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the weight of knowledge in front of the huge translation dictionary.

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Edogawa turned pages at random, making swishing noises beside him: "It's so boring, it's so easy."

A few hours later, the soul of Chuya Zhongyuan has been vomited out.

Edogawa turned his head to look at the nine-year-old boy, ah, why fell asleep and was still spitting bubbles.

"..."

He went to look at the others in the library.

The adults sitting next to them reading books had indescribable expressions on their faces, watching the two children, one big and one small.

Substituted in, the adults felt that they were the sleeping orange-haired boy.

It's too awful.

You have to learn such a boring language at the age of nine.

"Fortunately, there is Zhongya." Afterwards, Aso Qiu also felt guilty for his cub, Zhongya is worthy of being a brick, he can move it wherever it is useful, even attracting Edogawa Luanbu to go out to play.

Edogawa Ranpo played outside during the day, ate with pocket money at noon, and went home for dinner at night.

After a week, it was a joy.

What surprised Ma Shengqiu was that Ranbu got along well with Lantang. The young man didn't seem to dare to be too skinny in front of Lantang. He neither dared to reveal serious problems nor stimulated Lantang's spirit.This limited adoption version of Ranpo is much more cute and cute than other versions of Ranpo, at least he won't call and say he's lost!

That's right.

The 13-year-old Ranpo is not lost at all!

Luanbu is born with a bad sense of direction, but he has a good brain, and he can find his way with reasoning and memory!

This made Ma Shengqiu wonder whether he should "seal" Luanbu's reasoning ability and force the other party to find reasons to prove that he is "uncommon".It was mentioned in the novel version "Secrets on the Establishment of a Detective Agency". At that time, Ranpo's mental state was on the verge of collapse. Making up random steps is an excuse for people with different abilities.

Who knew this simple lie would work?

The other party gave Ranpo a 13-year buffer period, which made Ranpo break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and finally be able to be alone.

How should he cultivate Luanbu...

Today's dinner is French cuisine cooked by Lan Tang.

Edogawa Ranpo was eating the big meal made by the transcendent himself, which was not very appetizing, while reaching out to grab the sealed thick snacks on the table, Lantang slapped the back of his hand lightly with his hand, and retracted.

Ma Shengqiu also said with a smile: "Luanbu, I have something I wanted to say a long time ago, do you know what it is?"

Hearing the uncle's words, Edogawa said excitedly, "It's going to increase the pocket money!"

Lan Tang thought to himself: "Thinking too much."

Ma Shengqiu was also expressionless again, mafia-like indifference.

"I'm 22 years old, and your 14th birthday is next month, technically about eight years older than you."

"Oh, eight years old~."

Edogawa looked around in disorder, biting his knife and fork, and had bad habits again.

Lan Tang glanced at him.

Edogawa ran down aggrievedly.

Ma Shengqiu also showed a seductive smile, which almost made Lan Tang laugh out loud, because the other party said——

"Luanbu, call me brother, I will give you a birthday surprise next month."

"...calling you...brother?"

Edogawa Ranbu was very puzzled, and said: "Isn't this messing up the seniority? I told the little orange cat..." Suddenly, his foot under the table was stepped on by Aso Qiuya, and he closed his mouth.

Ma Shengqiu also sighed: "Forget it, you can just call me 'Qiuye'."

There is a characteristic of getting along among Japanese people. As long as the elders agree, the younger generation can call the elders by their names.

He didn't want to bear the title of "uncle" anymore!

Edogawa nodded indiscriminately, concentrated on eating, stuffed the foie gras into his mouth, and made a bitter face.

Why eat fatty liver.

Next time, sure enough, I will come back to eat after Qiu Ye cooks.

After eating, the two people at the dining table retreated for leisure and entertainment, leaving Aso Qiuya alone in the kitchen.Ma Shengqiu also thanked the person who invented the lazy kitchen utensils, rolled up his sleeves and tidied up the kitchen.

Two people in the living room are playing chess.

Lan Tang was very indifferent, he was killed without leaving anything behind, and his face was neither sad nor happy.

Edogawa ran on the verge of death: "Don't let me! Mr. Lantang, you must be as good as Uncle Shuya. In my previous family, my mother was always better than my father!"

Lan Tang said: "First of all, I am not a mother, and secondly, what Qiu also taught you, have you forgotten so quickly?"

Edogawa followed the wind at random and said, "Isn't this unaccustomed, I will call him Qiuya next time."

Lan Tang nodded, ignored Cai's question, and played a new game of chess again.

positive mind.

He doesn't care about winning or losing on the chessboard.

Ranpo Edogawa suddenly felt the boredom of playing with him, and looked around. This house preserved the traces of Aso Akiya and Rantang's life. From some small stains, he could find the love between the two.

Edogawa Ranpo was sure that their relationship was stable, and he muttered to himself, "What are you afraid of, uncle?"

Even if it is fake, it can become real.

Looking back at Lantang again, Edogawa Ranpo didn't notice any danger, but his instincts were subdued.

[It seems... as powerful as my mother. 】

Ma Shengqiu also walked out of the kitchen and asked, "Ranbu, have you finished reading "The Baron of the Night" I showed you?"

Edogawa Ranbu stopped playing chess and stretched his waist: "It's over."

Only in the field he is good at can he be very proud and show the wisdom of reasoning: "It is easy to see who the murderer is, and there is no need to bother to guess, it is much easier than writing a letter!"

Aso was not surprised either.

The "Night Baron" series of mystery novels are very popular in Japan. The author is Kudo Yusaku, the father of the protagonist Kudo Shinichi. According to "Conan", his reasoning ability is higher than his own son.

However, novels written by masters of reasoning like this are not enough to read in front of Edogawa Ranpo.

"Interested in writing a mystery story yourself?"

"Eh?!"

Edogawa sat upright in a flurry of steps, grasping the edge of the chair with both hands, and when he saw clearly the smile on Aso Akiya's face and the potential meaning behind it, he got relevant information.

"Uncle... Qiu also thinks so much about me? Do you think I have the talent to write novels?"

"Correct."

Ma Shengqiu also took Luanbu, who had nothing to do and easily broke up the family, to the study room, and handed him a pen and paper, "It's three hours before you go to sleep, please write me a short story of less than [-] words."

Edogawa Ranpo excitedly said: "Suddenly a lot of ideas popped up, I haven't written a novel yet!"

Ma Shengqiu also encouraged: "I'll come in in two hours."

He took away the draft of the novel that he had written for a while, closed the door of the study, and went to the living room to exchange novels with Lan Tang.Lan Tang was in charge of retouching his pen and embellishing the previous article that had already been written. When he read the plot related to the sex scene, Lan Tang finished it without changing his face, and put forward his own opinion: "It's quite reserved, but don't let Luanbu Lord see it. "

Ma Shengqiu also explained: "After turning over the first few pages randomly, I am not interested in the content behind."

Lan Tang was puzzled: "Does he understand or not?"

Ma Shengqiu also wrote vigorously: "I seem to understand, but I don't understand."

Almost all the members of Wenye are single, and there are only a handful of people who have sexual experience, and no one in the Butei Club dares to teach Ranpo.

Lan Tang put down the first half of the draft, and leaned to his side to see what he could write without thinking, "Qiu Ye, why are you writing novels so fast?"

Ma Shengqiu also said happily: "Because I have a plot in my mind."

He does not pursue literary awards.

Just be happy.

Two hours later, Ma Shengqiu also rubbed his sore wrist and finished writing ten thousand characters in illegible handwriting.

Lan Tang's crowd felt numb, this person can really make up things.The plots of distress, slaps in the face, anti-killing, going to bed, etc., were created by the other party casually, claiming to be cool routines that don't need to be delved into.

This speed can make other Japanese writers cry.

The embryonic form of a novel in seven days.

"Lantang, please check it for me, I'll go and see the results of Luanbu."

"it is good……"

Lan Tang responded slowly.

After finishing writing, I don’t want to read it a second time. Those who are too happy to be lazy refer to Aso Qiuya.

In the study, Edogawa scratched his hair randomly, his eyes dodged, he was not particularly confident, and he slowly handed over his debut work to Aso Qiuya.

[It's so short. 】

Ma Shengqiu also glanced at the word count, then looked at the title of the novel, raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and then fell into the fog of Edogawa's chaotic words.

what is this?

What the hell are you writing about?

Ranpo Edogawa, have you considered the IQ of your readers?We need love!

Countless words he wanted to say choked in his throat, Ma Shengqiu also sighed, and hugged Ranbu who felt happy.

This is not the three-dimensional Mr. Ranpo, but the childhood Ranpo of Wenye World.

He is so smart and clumsy.

"Well written."

There is no scolding, but some praises given by adults out of conscience.

……

"Probably a Novel": He is so poor!After you finish killing and stealing, you don't think about the consequences at all.This little problem can be easily solved by an adult, why did I find out?Well, I will write a novel called "Reasoning" based on the events I have seen and writing requirements. Please read it carefully. The following is the content of the novel: murder, stealing, throwing corpses, that place is terrible, corpses It stinks, the birds come and eat it, no one will come to save him, no one!Sooner or later, this world full of monsters will swallow unqualified people...

——Edogawa Ranpo.