After Arasuke got up the next morning, he sat at the dining table and thought about life. In front of him was the breakfast delivered by someone. The spoon in his hand kept poking at the food on the plate, "Really, it's a bit boring.

Well, what are you doing today?"

Arasuke thought for a while and decided to say hello to his old friend. After all, he felt a little sorry for Nakahara Chuuya when he came here before. For some reason, he always felt like a scumbag who cheated on his feelings and just walked away.

.

Obviously I have never felt this way before!

Arasuke happily finished his breakfast and did not clean up. Anyway, there would be someone to clean up. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and adjusted his hat. He looked at himself in black in the mirror and smiled. When he turned around and left, he turned around and left in a long black suit.

The hem of his coat rose and fell again, and he went out happily, planning to find Nakahara Chuuya.

As for getting lost…

Only Ranpo-sama of the Port Mafia will never get lost!

///

Nakahara Chuuya admitted that when he saw Edogawa Ranpo's smiling face, he took a step back reflexively.

After all, in the book, a total of 500 prisoners were beaten and I was really going to vomit!!!

But he reacted immediately, pressed his hat and asked the green-eyed detective: "Guys from the detective agency, why are you here? And you're dressed like this?"

They were now in the internal elevator of the Port Mafia. Arasuke timed his way to the elevator to the leader's office and blocked Nakahara Chuuya who was about to report on his work.

Mr. Detective said with a smile: "Hello, handsome Mr. Hat! Sure enough, Mr. Hat is different in different worlds!"

Zhongyuan Zhongya was stunned, a different world?!

Nakahara Chuuya carefully looked at Edogawa Ranpo standing in front of him. This Edogawa Ranpo was wearing a black detective uniform, which was exactly the same style as the Edogawa Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency that he had seen before. The only difference was that

The color is just different, the hat is also black, and he is also wearing a big black suit jacket. This outfit makes him look younger and younger, like a teenager pretending to be mature, and it is completely impossible to tell that he is already a teenager.

A young man in his teens.

Nakahara Chuuya: "In that world, you were a member of the port mafia? With your ability, then why..."

The famous detective saw what he wanted to ask, and directly interrupted Nakahara Chuuya and answered him: "I should say it was once, but then he left. Ranpo-sama knows what you want to ask."

The emerald green eyes of the world's best detective met Nakahara Chuuya's ocean-like blue eyes. He put his index finger in front of his lips: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

That's fate."

——People should not make irresponsible remarks about gods.

Zhongyuan Zhongya heard the implication of his words and his pupils shrank: "What do you mean -!"

The elevator has arrived.

Mr. Detective walked out of the elevator door and tilted his head to look at Nakahara Chuuya: "Aren't you coming out, dear hat guy? We're here, Mr. Mori is waiting for you."

Zhongyuan Zhongya also clenched his fists and took a deep breath, "Ah, I understand."

Arasuke watched Nakahara Chuuya leave for the chief's office, raised his head and thought for a while, and decided to see how the girl from yesterday was doing.

Well, don't let him down, let Ranpo-sama cheer up a little bit.

Although he thought so, the detective's face showed a bored look.

///

Arasuke walked nimbly through the streets of Yokohama, looking very familiar with Yokohama. Maybe it was because the fever was not cured yet, but Arasuke felt throbbing pains coming from his heart, but they were not strong, and they were still there.

It's within the tolerable range, but my face will be a little pale.

After walking through the last alley, Arasuke finally arrived at his destination, a relatively empty, abandoned field. Standing on the field was the girl with a utility knife in her pocket yesterday. The girl today was wearing a long-sleeved dress with her arms raised.

The scars hidden by the sleeves can be seen.

"Ah, you're here." Mr. Detective greeted her.

The girl turned her head when she heard his voice and looked over with a surprised expression on her face: "Are you... that person yesterday?"

"Yes." The famous detective nodded. He looked around and found no place to sit. He curled his lips unhappily and reached out to the girl with one hand, one hand on his hips: "Okay, leave it all to Master Ranpo.

!May I have your name?"

The girl bit her lip and said, "My name is Michiko Fujiwara." With an uneasy look on her face, as if she had made a lot of determination, she bowed fiercely to Mr. Detective, "Please! Please, please help me."

I!"

The famous detective looked at her with some surprise: "I didn't expect you to be quite smart. If you are as stupid as those policemen and only judge people by their appearance, Master Ranpo is going to just watch you seek your own death step by step.

"

Michiko Fujiwara forced a smile: "After all, I am really at my wits end." So, no matter whether it is true or not, she will try her best.

Michiko Fujiwara took a deep breath: "Sir, you said you already know everything and can help me, please, please,"

"What should I do to free myself?"

The famous detective looked at Michiko Fujiwara's trembling hands, raised a smile and said: "If you can't bear it, don't bear it!"

He retracted his hand, crossed his arms, and pointed his index finger on his elbow, "Lord Ranpo will tell you how to do it, just follow it!"

"Then," Michiko Fujiwara looked at Mr. Detective with blank eyes, "Then, will I also die with that scumbag? My mother, my mother, she doesn't know anything yet...she is even still looking forward to it.

In the future, she, she still dreams that we will live happily together."

The famous detective looked at her in surprise: "Why do you want to die with him? Do you want to?"

The detective showed an expression of confusion.

"Huh? But, won't I be caught by the police? Although I can do anything as long as that man dies, but I just don't want my mother to know the truth." Michiko Fujiwara said.

Her family is a very ordinary one. Her father passed away early due to illness, and her mother worked hard to support her in schooling. She did her best, and the family lived a safe and happy life with no worries about food and clothing.

But since that man, that man appeared, everything has changed.

Michiko Fujiwara unconsciously showed a look of hatred, and unconsciously placed her hand on the scar on her arm.

Mr. Detective smiled softly, "This...Miss Fujiwara, who do you think the person standing in front of you is?"

"I'm Edogawa Ranpo, the world's best detective. The crimes I committed are truly 'perfect crimes.'" Mr. Detective opened his arms with a childish smile on his face, but his words made him confused.

People felt chills all over, "The crimes committed by the world's number one detective are never crimes."

Michiko Fujiwara opened her eyes wide and looked at the famous detective who was wearing a black detective uniform and looked like a young man. He couldn't help but hold his breath and asked with a trembling voice: "Then, let me ask you, how can you be willing to help?

And me?"

"Why?" the famous detective showed an innocent smile, and said in an interesting tone like a child pouring boiling water into the ant nest and seeing the ants running around, "Maybe it's because Sir Ranpo, I'm really bored!"

"In order to prevent Ranpo-sama from being bored anymore, you have to work hard!"

Michiko Fujiwara nodded blankly, looking at the famous detective as if looking at the light, "Please, tell me what to do, Mr. Ranpo."

///

When Mr. Detective left, Michiko Fujiwara's aura was completely different from before. She bent slightly to watch the detective leave, her hands turned white, and she turned around and left.

The detective walked around Yokohama, walking up and down, choosing small alleys with not many people, and muttered: "Really, if you don't come out, Ranpo-sama will have to go back and help Mr. Mori handle the work!"

Ranpo-sama, don’t do that kind of thing that’s not interesting at all!”

There were waves of pain in his heart, and Mr. Detective suddenly stopped, frightening a certain cat that had been hiding in the dark. Mr. Detective didn't care about the expensive clothes and sat directly on the floor, with the hem of his long suit coat

They all fell to the ground, and some were still crumpled under the detective's buttocks.

Mr. Detective shouted loudly: "Lord Ranpo doesn't want to leave! Come out quickly!"

A certain calico cat almost thought that his eyesight had become blurred because of his old age, otherwise why would he think that the kid dressed in black in front of him looked so much like a cat waiting to be raped?!

"Lord Ranpo knows you are here! Come out quickly! If you don't come out again, don't come out again!"

Although this sentence may sound like a casual threat, but it is said by the "world's number one detective", so you have to take it seriously.

A certain calico cat sighed humanely, wondering why he still had to worry about this and that even though he was so old.

The calico cat jumped down from the wall and walked to the detective. Just as he was about to change back, he was hugged by the detective and said, "Caught!"

Natsume-sensei:???!!

The detective proudly held the calico cat in his arms. The calico cat didn't dare to stretch out its paws to scratch it for fear of really hurting it, so he happily started to caress the cat.

Natsume-sensei:!

What, what's going on? It seems quite comfortable...

Slowly, the calico cat, which was very serious just now, gradually spread out into a puddle of cat cakes in the detective's arms, almost making a "purr, purr" sound.

At this time, the famous detective suddenly said: "Ranpo-sama doesn't plan to do anything, and he won't stay here for long. Ranpo-sama will leave when the time is up."

He raised the Natsume cat who was conquered by his powerful rua cat technique, and looked at each other, "Ranpo-sama just wants to do something interesting, otherwise it will be too boring! But don't worry, Ranpo-sama is sensible, no matter what

What will it do to Yokohama?”

Natsume Maomao and the detective looked at each other. After a while, they suddenly broke away from the detective's hand, nodded to him, jumped up the wall and left.

The detective was a little regretful when he saw the cat he got ran away. Even though it was Natsume-sensei’s special power, it was still super cute!

Arasuke recalled the feeling of his hand just now and curled his lips when he saw his now empty hands. He stood up with both hands on the ground, patted the dust on his hands and walked forward without caring about the dust on his body.
To be continued...