The number one heartbreaker in Hong Kong and black

Half a month has passed since Edogawa Ranpo left, so, this morning, Kunikida, who came to open the door before the holiday, was almost frightened, because the other party was sitting at the door dragging his luggage, and he didn't know that he was waiting for someone to come. How long, there are traces of dew on the shawl.

In fact, there is no difference in Kunikida's fantasy scene, because Ranpo is the kind of person who comes and goes without a trace - when he left, he left a note, and when he came back, he stood directly at the door of the detective agency .

It's not that his whereabouts are unpredictable. In the short few weeks Kunikida came to the detective agency, Ranpo always lay down on the table, showing a listless look, as if there was nothing he could mention except the president. Come on, and these few weeks are his busiest days, Kunikida seldom sees him in the detective agency.

"Are you happy?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked.

"Not bad, Ranpo-sama is very satisfied." Edogawa Ranpo who was asked by him sat on the seat, dangling his legs, "President, I have made friends."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was taken aback by the happy smile of this detective who had always felt that he was living among a bunch of weird and twisted people since he was born.

It's not that Luanbu is not cheerful, on the contrary, he has a thorough understanding of human relations, making people feel self-willed but not disgusting. It is an art work, and Luanbu is a rare person who can do this - so, A real smile is really rare.

"Is that so?" Fukuzawa Yukichi said.

"Yeah!" Ranpo nodded vigorously, "It's called Ayatsuji Xingren, and Edgar Allan Poe!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi pondered: "..."

He has heard the names of these two people before, and it seems that the detectives are indeed easy to fall in love with.

While thinking about it, he took out a note from the drawer, and wrote a string of words crookedly on it.

Ask for leave:

President, I'm applying for a leave of absence and I'll be back in a month.

Looking at this string of conversations, he couldn't help but want to laugh... How can there be such a leave note, the reason for the leave is not even written, there is only one result.

"What did you do this month?" he asked again.

Because he is the president who is very special to him, he clapped his fingers and confessed: "I just helped Ryosuke solve a problem. I can't say what it is, because it's a secret. Also, I have fun too. , I didn't tire myself out, so the president not only doesn't have to worry, but also needs to praise me."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Praise you for what?"

He felt a little funny, because if he turned on the TV at this time, he would find that this guy and Ryosuke Araki had participated in the so-called Yokohama High School competition, which Luanbu didn't explain in advance... and even put the trophy in the suitcase at the end brought back.

At first, Fukuzawa Yukichi wondered why he left empty-handed when he walked away, but when he came back, he dragged his luggage and opened it to find that it was filled with snacks and a "Holy Grail" surrounded by various candies... Now, it is On the counter of the detective agency.

His gaze involuntarily swept across the gleaming golden cup, Fukuzawa Yukichi began to feel a headache, what should he do?

"Also...Ryosuke went to the Hound." Ranpo took it for granted, "There...is the best place for the detective agency."

Fukuzawa Yukichi pondered, and found that what Ranpo said was completely correct: "...that's right."

Ranbu was even more proud: "I knew the president would say that."

The Armed Detective Agency does not actually need Ryosuke Araki, which is contrary to the purpose of their initial establishment of the agency, and Hong Kong and black are not a good place for him. Considering the situation and reason, he went to the government agency as Ryosuke Araki , are the best choices.

"Then... there is one last point." Fukuzawa said to Jika, he paused, and then said, "Are you still, are you still in love?"

Just saying it made him feel weird, and even Kunikida beside him choked.

"..."

Ranbu immediately retorted, showing dissatisfaction on his face: "No!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then raised his heart again: "Why?"

"Because of Osamu Dazai," Ranpo curled his lips, "that guy made a bet with me, and I lost, that's all."

For Ranpo...it's like playing house with a child...

"What bet?" Kunikida couldn't help asking.

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at him, and then said indifferently: "It's okay to say it... Who made him so hateful, and took away Master Ranpo's Ryosuke! This bet did not happen recently The thing, I think, was two years ago, a few months ago, and that wasn't the first time we met."

"He came to me not to bet with Lord Ranpo, but to remind me not to forget, do you think that everyone has a poor memory like him?"

"what?!"

This time, even Fukuzawa Yukichi showed a surprised expression.

Surprised to see the beloved president, Ranpo suddenly became interested, so the detective braced himself and talked about his first meeting with Osamu Dazai.

In view of the fact that many of the major events in this article took place in heavy rain, the first meeting between Ranpo Edogawa and Osamu Dazai was no exception, so Yokohama was still torrential rain that afternoon, the sky was dark and the sunlight dissipated, It's as obscure as a doomsday blockbuster.

The rain fell from the sky, hitting the ground, and the wind was strong. Luanbu held a pile of documents in his arms, struggled to hold an umbrella, and ran along the river embankment to the direction of the detective agency with his head buried.

This is the information the president needs, so he is willing to be that errand runner, and he is also happy because he is of great use to the president, so he remembers this day very clearly, including that conversation.

Perhaps the umbrella blocked his view, or maybe the wind was too strong that day. In short, Luanbu accidentally collided with someone standing in front of the river, and fell forward without stabilizing his center of gravity. , The materials all fell into the rain.

Luanbu yelled loudly, he was almost pierced by anger, the villain complained first: "Hey, how do you walk!"

He sat on the ground and looked up at the culprit.

This is a boy in an old kimono, with soft black curly hair, without an umbrella, but staring at the river with those iris-colored eyes, as if there is something that attracts him hidden there, treating what Ranpo said as air .

What's going on... He muttered in disorder, but as a detective, he must be able to figure out what this guy was thinking.

"I'm the number one detective in the world, and this information is very important."

But the guy didn't pay attention to him, but still looked at the water, the raindrops slipped down his chin and sank into the kimono.

"Why do you look like this, do you not believe in Ranpo-sama?"

He stood up, put on the black-rimmed glasses given to him by the president, and then activated the supernatural ability [super reasoning], looking at this impolite boy——

Then, Ranbu opened his eyes wide.

The first thing he saw was death, and among the people he met in Ranbu, there was never such a firm intention to die, which aroused his interest.

This is a foreigner. This is not his first time in a big city, but his first time in Yokohama.

At the same time, this is the end point of his purpose. If he still doesn't find what he wants, he will choose to end his life here and end this journey, so there will be sadness, confusion and upset in him. Mixed mixed emotions.

"What are you looking for?" Luan Budao, his voice was not as angry as before, "What... are you looking for... a beam of light?"

Hearing this, the boy finally turned his head, and his kite-colored eyes looked at Ranbu.

"My name is Edogawa Ranpo." Ranpo pouted, "What about you? A light chaser who knows there is no hope?"

"Osamu Dazai," said the other party.

"Why are you looking for it?" Ranbu Rarely asked curiously, maybe thinking of himself, "Won't you feel scared when you come to so many big cities from the countryside? Don't you feel bored?"

Even when Ranpo himself came to Yokohama from the countryside, he felt that the city was full of huge monsters.

Perhaps it was rare to meet someone with whom to talk, said the boy named Osamu Dazai.

"If you can't find it, forget it."

"What, let it be your own life." Ranbu muttered, sizing up Osamu Dazai, "I have already seen that you are going to commit suicide. It's up to you, but can you change to another river, this is my favorite river , It’s not good if it’s polluted—hey, so tell me, what’s it like? I’m curious.”

He wouldn't persuade a person who committed suicide at the age of 14 to live on. Lord Ranpo doesn't have such a character, so he wouldn't interfere in other people's lives disproportionately.

At the age of 14, the most vigorous age, unless it is really impossible to survive, such thoughts will arise.

Osamu Dazai said in a deadpan voice, "So what if I told you."

"Based on what you say, it's not that bad." Luanbu puffed up his cheeks, and said impatiently, "But maybe after you die, I'll be merciful and help you pay attention, okay?"

I don't know what the other party was thinking, but because of his unceremonious words, he actually said the matter.

Osamu Dazai was born in a place called Tsugaru, where there is soft light snow, but nothing unusual.Generally speaking, there is nothing worth mentioning about his first 14 years of life. He was a feudal family of local squires, the only male, and complicated and boring etiquette.

feel pain?

Speaking of some things would dilute the pain, but in that bleak, empty and quiet mansion, without any accidents, he would spend a depressed life.

For him who is too smart, these are not what he wants to say, so he just brushed them off.

Whether it's being unable to speak to a stern father who writes what he wants on a gift letter late at night, or a boring school life all day long, it's meaningless.

But when he came home from school one day, in the torrential rain, he saw a white light in the distant sky, which seemed to split the chaotic night miraculously, and exploded in his eyes. It was too fast and too lightning-like, Osamu Dazai just blinked his eyes, and the trace disappeared completely.

He clenched his hands and ran in the direction of disappearance, but all he could do was to reach the end of the land, where everything was long gone.

……

"So that's it." Luanbu spread his hands, "We made a bet, I said, he couldn't find it. But the guy said he would definitely be able to find it."

"..."

Kunikida couldn't help asking: "Then did he find it?"

"I probably found it, Dazai himself said so." Luan Budao, he hugged his arms a little unhappy, "Actually, I wanted to follow that day, but I saw it suddenly cleared in the rain. The so-called light appeared, and I knew I lost the game."

Damn, who knew that the beam of light Dazai Osamu mentioned was brought by Ryosuke.

This made him a little unexpected. If he had known earlier, Luanbu would not have bet with him.

However, Ranpo is not such a person who is so obsessed with winning or losing. Since Osamu Dazai won, then forget it.

Hmph, after all the meanings are different, and there is no plan to commit suicide now, so Lord Ranpo may forgive him for now, and can only curse their happiness.

Ranbu jumped off the table and walked towards the door with arms folded.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "... Random steps?"

"Write to Ayatsuji-kun and Po-kun." Ranpo replied, and then ordered unceremoniously, "Also, Kunikida and I went out to buy food together."

pissed off pissed off pissed off.

Kunikida: "...huh?"