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The black-clothed detective waved his hands indifferently, "Aren't Miss Xie Ye right here anyway? It's easy to save me, it's a matter of doing it."

Osamu Dazai asked, "What if we didn't save you? After all, your identity is unknown."

"Then don't save it, there won't be any loss anyway." Mr. Detective said so, turning his head to Kunikida Doppo, "Did you see what I'm carrying with me?"

Kunikida Doppo was stunned for a moment, "What is it?"

The detective raised his arm and gestured wildly in the air, "It's just a book without words."

Edogawa Ranpo: "'Book'?"

"Yeah," the detective nodded, "That's the one!"

Kunikida Doppo has never touched him since Edogawa Ranbo came here until he suddenly committed suicide and was rescued, let alone saw anything he carried with him, "No, I didn't I didn't see any books."

Mr. Detective tilted his head, and walked towards Kunikida Doppo, "That's not right," he pointed his index finger at the notebook that Kunikida Doppo had been holding in his hand, "This is the 'book'."

"Ah?!" Kunikida Doppo looked down at his notebook in surprise, "This is the legendary 'book'?! Then I wrote something on it just now!!" Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Kunikida Doppo The voice is still a little desperate.

"Wow," sighed Mr. Detective, "you really believe me, but I didn't lie to you."

"What Kunikida believed was me, Ranpo-sama." Edogawa Ranpo said, "Don't worry Kunikida, the book in your hand is not a 'book' when you write."

"That's good." Kunikida Doppo heaved a sigh of relief, "Wait, when did the 'book' get into my hand?!"

"Who knows," the detective shrugged, spreading his palms. "Give it to me. It likes to run around. I'll have to keep an eye on it."

Osamu Dazai asked directly, "Does the 'book' have its own consciousness?"

"Probably, maybe this one too," Mr. Detective rubbed the notepad that Kunikida Doppo handed him with his hands like kneading dough. Under the surprised eyes of Kunikida Doppo and Nakajima Atsushi, the notepad became He took out a small black leather notebook and the detective stuffed it into his pocket casually.

"Okay!" The black-clothed detective clasped his hands together, "I really have to go, the reward will be sent to you in a few days, see you later!"

Under Dazai Osamu's signal, Nakajima Atsushi and Kunikida Doppo stood silently in front of the gate, expressing their rejection with actions.

"No, no, no," the black-clothed detective scratched his hair, and looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi, "You don't really want to force me to be imprisoned here, do you? I refuse this kind of play."

As the detective spoke, he stepped back towards them and walked to the window. Dazai Osamu reminded, "This is not the first floor, Mr. Ranpo."

"And this window is still fake, right?" The black-clothed detective naturally continued Dazai Osamu's words.

Tanizaki Junichiro smiled embarrassedly.

"However," Mr. Detective raised his index finger at them, "I'm the famous detective Edogawa Ranpo, so this is no problem for me at all!"

Edogawa Ranpo suddenly said: "Atsushi!"

"Yes!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Atsushi Nakajima rushed towards the black-clothed detective, Kunikida Doppo quickly activated his supernatural ability to create obstacles, and Akiko Yosano dexterously held a weapon to attack the detective, Junichiro Tanizaki manipulated supernatural powers to create illusions, Fuku Ze Yukichi blocked all the escape routes of the detective.

"Snapped"

The detective in a black coat and white shirt just stood there, easily raised his fingers and snapped his fingers.

Nakajima Atsushi and the obstacle created by Kunikida Doppo collided, and the impact of the two caused Kunikida Doppo to fly backwards, and Yosano Akiko's weapon hit the sword that Fukuzawa Yukichi drew out in time for detection. The anesthesia bomb that was supposed to hit the detective in black was shot by Osamu Dazai into the body of Junichiro Tanizaki who made the illusion.

"Oh," the black-clothed detective smiled, and said to Edogawa Ranpo standing behind him, "I've said it all, I'm a famous detective Edogawa Ranpo!"

Edogawa Ranpo held the anesthesia needle, "I'm the real detective, idiot!"

The anesthesia needle that should have been stabbed by Edogawa Ranpo was missed, Mr. Detective dexterously avoided Edogawa Ranpo's attack, and fought with Dazai Osamu a few times before jumping in front of the real window, "Goodbye~"

The black-clothed detective waved his hand at them and jumped from the window that had been shattered before. Edogawa threw away the anesthesia needle casually, "Damn it!"

Dazai Osamu looked at the back of the detective who jumped nimbly until he landed safely, and thoughtfully said to Fukuzawa Yukichi, "President, this Ranpo-san should have been on the battlefield before."

Edogawa Ranpo said before Fukuzawa Yukichi said, "He has definitely been on the battlefield and died more than once, whether it was homicide or suicide."

Edogawa Ranpo said seriously to Fukuzawa Yukichi, "President, I want to bring him back!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded towards Edogawa Ranpo, "Go, Ranpo," Fukuzawa Yukichi said, "We will all obey your command."

Arasuke wandered the streets, holding in his arms the "book" that countless people in Yokohama sought.

The "book" is a real "book", not a prop that Huangsuke took casually, it is something that the technical department twitches every day. In order to clean up this mess, Huangsuke had to take the "book" to disperse its energy .

"It's really troublesome." The black-clothed detective sighed in his heart. He accidentally touched the edge of the book with his right hand in his pocket, and couldn't help sighing loudly, "It's really troublesome!"

Whether it's the hot sun, the people coming and going around, or the familiar or unfamiliar environment, all of them make the world's number one detective feel troubled.

"Master Ranpo doesn't like this at all." He said unhappily. Ever since he fell into the armed detective agency in this world, Mr. Detective in black has been in a very bad mood. When he opened his eyes and saw another self It got worse.

Mr. Detective chose a direction at random on the street, and kept walking in this direction, thinking about what to do next while walking.

"Well, we have to prepare the rewards we agreed to give to the detective agency," the black-clothed detective muttered in a low voice as he walked, "Which reward is better? By the way, didn't some forces attack the detective agency before? Give them the rest of the guys who haven't had time to be solved by the detective agency!"

Mr. Detective was satisfied that his idea was amazing. As for whether to send a whole piece or pieces, a detective would not bother to think about such a thing.

"It's decided. For convenience, let's go to Mori Ogai!" Mr. Detective stopped, carefully identified the direction, and changed his way to the port mafia building.

As for whether Mori Ogai is willing to help him, the black-clothed detective doesn't care at all, after all, he is the No.1 detective in the world!

Mori Ogai, who was still revising documents in the port mafia chief's office, suddenly sneezed and touched his nose, wondering if the defector Dazai Osamu was scolding him loudly again.

Osamu Dazai of the Armed Detective Agency concentrated on searching, monitoring, and investigating the whereabouts of the detective in black:?