[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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"It's the blood of a child lost in a recent child disappearance."

A boy wearing a shirt and wide-leg pants took the seat next to me without permission. He wore a brown cape and a detective cap. He was very immature, childish, and squinted.

Such a young detective?

I blink.

The detective boy seemed to have the ability to read minds, and said angrily: "Master Ranpo is not a detective, he is a detective, and he is not young. Master Ranpo is 20 years old."

20 years old?Looks like fifteen?

Before I could speak, he went on to say, "Master Luanbu is twenty, and he doesn't have the ability to read minds. It's because your expression is so easy to understand."

I raised my hand and touched my expressionless face, accepting it well.

After all, this is the third person I've met who says he can't read minds.

The last one who said that he has no mind reading skills is Jono Caiju who has mind reading skills, and the last one who said so is Dazai Osamu who has no mind reading skills is better than having mind reading skills.

Come to the conclusion that squinting eyes are all monsters.

"Mr. Detective, why do you say it's the victim's blood? Has something happened?"

Dazai Osamu saw the person who claimed to be Ranpo sitting next to me, his expression was always gloomy. He asked: "It is not polite to sit next to someone else's companion without authorization. The famous detective who has recently gained fame, Edogawa Ranpo."

"Ranpo-sama is too lazy to care about the feelings of idiots. Ranpo-sama has walked for a long time for this case, and I am very tired." Edogawa Ranpo was very angry with Osamu Dazai.

"You port mafia hates human trafficking, so help Lord Ranpo catch them."

"Is this how you ask for help?" Osamu Dazai sneered.

Edogawa Ranpo gave Osamu Dazai a look of disdain: "It's not you that Ranpo-sama is looking for."

Then the young detective who claimed to be 20 years old but with baby fat on his face looked at me, his green eyes sparkled, and he stared at Osamu Dazai: "Besides, this is also the purpose of your coming here."

Before Osamu Dazai could reply, the detective pouted his lips and said in a soft tone: "This store is an internal reservation system, and the seat you are sitting at happens to be the seat where female entrepreneurs involved in children's disappearance cases often sit. No partnership with the port mafia."

He looked at me: "Cooperate? Help Lord Ranpo solve the case together, and Lord Ranpo will treat you to a rough snack."

Speaking of his favorite snacks, the boy seems to have made up his mind to donate his beloved dried fish to the cat.

"As of yesterday, a total of 23 seven-year-old children were missing, and here is another restaurant..." Edogawa Ranpo did not continue.

What he meant was, would those children be made into dishes, how could it be possible.

But thinking of the blood in the pumpkin soup made me pale.

"So, don't care about us." Osamu Dazai chuckled, "It's the police's job to save people. The lives of those children have nothing to do with us. My mission is to destroy the enemy."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Are you morally kidnapping the Mafia, Mr. Detective?"

"..." Edogawa Ranpo was speechless for a while.

"I heard that the famous detective and Silver Wolf are partners, but there is no sign of Silver Wolf. This store has cooperation with many companies in the upper class. Presumably Silver Wolf is in trouble."

Speaking of Silver Wolf, Edogawa Ranpo emphasized very precisely: "The president will be fine, he is just temporarily trapped."

"So you fell in love with the kind and simple Qianli?"

Dazai said coldly.

Goodness, say me?People who are killed by "necromancers" will cry.

I looked down at the empty dining table except for the pumpkin soup with human blood, and sighed.

Not only is the amount of French food small, he also eats one and withdraws one.

"Then you came to this store because of a large number of missing seven-year-old children, and you brought him here just to take advantage of it." Edogawa slapped the table in disorder.

"Qianli was originally my person, how could it be called using him." Osamu Dazai also slapped the table.

Watching the two mind-reading guys expose each other's secrets, I calmly took a sip of the guava juice served by the French restaurant, as if I was watching cats and cats scratching each other.

"Forget it, I'll help you find their fund bank, and you help me save those children." In the end, Edogawa Ranpo compromised.

"make a deal."

The corner of my mouth twitched, and Osamu Dazai confronted each other, just to force Edogawa Ranbu to help him find a fund bank.

At this time, the head chef came. He was a fat French man, dressed neatly, and he apologized when he came up, saying that it was cow blood that dripped into the pumpkin soup, and he didn't see it when he delivered the food.

The attitude is very friendly. As compensation, this meal is free, and we will be given a [-] meal replacement voucher.

Edogawa Ranpo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Osamu Dazai kicked him under the table.

I saw that Edogawa Ranpo couldn't bear it at that time, kicked back, and then kicked on the pillar of the table.

Dazai laughed unceremoniously.

Looking at the two elementary school students patronizing the internal strife, I sighed and said to the chef, we don't want meal replacement rolls, we just want to visit the back kitchen.

Osamu Dazai added quietly: "I want to see what the bloody fresh beef looks like."

The chef smiled apologetically, but his eyes were full of disdain.

After all, we are three minors, two cheap sweaters and wide-leg pants, and one cosplay detective outfit.

"This...it is expressly forbidden to take guests to visit the back kitchen." The chef faltered, with a hint of refusal in his tone.

"How about giving us three blood wontons that are said to be able to rejuvenate our youth and keep our youth forever?" Osamu Dazai held his cheek and spoke with a sense of arrogance.

The name "Blood Wonton" made me uncontrollably think of what Edogawa Ranpo said about cooking with children's meat.

If the meat is minced...

Moreover, pumpkin soup and blood wontons are both noodle soup dishes from a visit, so they may be processed in the same room.

The disdain in the chef's eyes became heavier, and at the same time, he was a little vigilant: "The blood wontons are limited, and reservations are required. I don't know where the guests learned about it."

Osamu Dazai put on a haughty tone: "What are you doing?"

I properly took out the black gold card issued by the Port Mafia to reserve cadres from my pocket and shook it: "I have money."

Although the money is not much, but the black gold card is really fake.

The chef glanced at us, focusing on the choker on my neck.

I calmly held back his offensive gaze, the blame is all on Osamu Dazai.

There is a lesson from the past, Osamu Dazai asked me to wear a choker, which is not a meaningless move.

Osamu Dazai snorted cooperatively, and took out his black gold card from his pocket: "Do you think we can't pay the bill?"

Edogawa hugged his chest in disorder, with an arrogant look of disdain to conspire with us.

The chef managed to treat us as the students who were taken care of by a rich woman. There was a trace of greed in his eyes, and he smiled obsequiously: "Masters, blood wontons are really limited, and they are only for female customers."

He laughed and said, "Why don't I accompany you to visit the back kitchen."

Edogawa Ranpo couldn't help but say something, for fear that he would point at the chef's nose and scold "You just want to kidnap us", I stood up quickly, and the chair made a harsh "Zi La" sound, and sneered.

"Didn't you not allow the tour just now?"

"Just now I was the one who looked down on people with my dog's eyes. Don't worry about the young masters." The chef nodded and bowed, waiting for us to stand up and lead the way.

I deliberately walked to the front, letting Osamu Dazai and Ranpo Edogawa follow behind me, I looked back, Osamu Dazai stood beside Ranpo Edogawa, and said a few words.

Then Osamu Dazai came around to me: "I want to go ahead."

I frowned, what is Osamu Dazai doing?

Among the three, I am the only one with force, so wouldn't it be best for me to follow the chef?

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