So, when Mori Owl was taking his Alice for a routine stroll on the street, he caught a green-eyed cat.

Mori Ougai looked at the world's number one detective who righteously asked him to raise him, and slowly typed out a?

This is... the foot of the wall came out by itself???

That's right, Araki chose to attack directly, and ran to the place outside Moriou in broad daylight, and righteously demanded to be supported, no, to contribute to the port mafia.

Super efficient!

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes slightly, and Alice, who was holding him, tilted her head and asked with pure curiosity, "Ranpo-kun, have you finally decided to change jobs because you think the salary at the Armed Detective Agency is too low?"

Mori Ougai noticed that the detective in front of him was no longer squinting his eyes as he usually did. His emerald green eyes were open and the light in his eyes seemed to be able to see through people.

No, it should be said that nothing can be hidden from his eyes.

Mori Ogai was like a father who was embarrassed when his daughter said something inappropriate. He patted Alice on the shoulder and said in a reproachful tone: "Alice-chan, be polite!"

Araki frowned, looked at Mori Ougai with dissatisfaction and said, "Do you need to think about this for so long? You can clearly see why I did this at a glance!"

Mori Ogai doesn't look like the leader of the Port Mafia at all. After being treated so harshly, he still smiled at the detective in a good-tempered manner, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ranpo, you know why I hesitated. It's not convenient to talk here. Do you want to go back with me to the Port Mafia to have a chat?"

Mori Ogai had some guesses. He thought of another Nakahara Chuuya from a few months ago, and looked at Edogawa Ranpo in front of him. Because of the "mutual devouring", they reached a short period of peace with the Armed Detective Agency. In today's itinerary report, Edogawa Ranpo of the Armed Detective Agency should be handling the mission from the government with Fukuzawa Yukichi, instead of appearing in front of him and righteously demanding to return to the Port Mafia.

Yes, “back to”.

Mori Owl gave an ambiguous smile.

Araki was waiting for this sentence and agreed immediately: "Go! Prepare tea for Ranpo-sama!"

The world's number one detective, wearing a light-colored detective uniform, accepted the invitation from the leader of the port mafia in the sunshine.

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When Arasuke appeared again, he had changed his light-colored detective suit into a black one, and over his small cape he wore a large black suit jacket, which was put on him by Mori Ogai himself.

Araki tugged at his coat in disgust and complained loudly to Mori Ogai, "Mr. Mori's taste is always bad! He always likes to pick such a big coat. Don't you know that it's inconvenient to walk?"

Mori Ogai smiled good-temperedly, "Ranbu-kun, there's nothing I can do, just bear with it~"

"Hmph, I'll let it go since the dessert you prepared tastes pretty good!"

Maybe it was because Edogawa Ranpo himself liked desserts very much, so Arasuke also thought it was delicious when he ate it, and he didn't feel as sick as when he ate it himself, and his mood index continued to rise.

Mori Oo was very satisfied to hear this answer. Another piece of information in his little notebook was confirmed. He changed the subject and asked, "Ranpo-kun, can I ask how your body is doing? When I put clothes on you just now, I felt that your skin temperature was a little high!"

Arashi swallowed the last bite of dessert, pushed the ground lightly with his foot, and pushed the chair around with him. He crossed his legs on the chair and said nonchalantly, "I guess I have a fever. It will get better soon."

Mori Owl showed a disapproving look and said in a commanding tone: "No, Ranpo-kun, if you are sick, you should take medicine properly. Get up and come with me to the infirmary."

The green-eyed detective seemed to be used to this tone. He did not resist it, but said reluctantly, "No! Adults like Luanbu do not want to take medicine!"

Mori Ogai just looked at Araki without saying anything. Not long after, the famous detective surrendered himself, stood up and muttered, "Ranbu-sama is not admitting defeat, I am going with you for the sake of snacks! It's not that I'm afraid of taking medicine and injections, I just think it's troublesome!"

Mori Ogai smiled and nodded, saying like he was coaxing a child, "I know, I know. I'll prepare some snacks for Ranpo-kun after the fever subsides."

Although it was only their first meeting, they were as if they had been together for a long time, without any awkwardness. Mori Ogai personally took Arasuke to the chief's special infirmary, prescribed medicine for him himself, and asked while taking the medicine: "Ranpo-kun, how long have you lived with me?"

The detective sat on the table, his legs swinging back and forth. His hat slipped down a little as he moved. He raised his hand to adjust his hat and answered casually, "More than five years, almost six years."

Five years? I left around the time Chuuya-kun joined.

Mori Ogai finally found all the medicines. He put them on the table and pushed them in front of Araki. "Where did you go after that?"

The detective looked at the medicine in front of him with disdain. He looked very young and you couldn't tell that he was already a young man in his twenties. He stretched out his hand and pushed the medicine slightly forward, as if he didn't have to face it. "Then I'll be with a fairly interesting Russian. Mr. Mori, it's just a minor fever. There's no need for so much medicine!"

The detective looked like a cat with its fur standing on end, as if facing a formidable enemy. His soft fur stood up and he looked at his owner fiercely, trying to escape the bitter pill that was about to come: "Mr. Mori, you must be secretly taking revenge! There wasn't so much medicine when I had a fever before!"

Mori Oo shook his head, "No, this is the normal dosage. I will supervise Ranbu-kun to take the medicine."

The detective looked unconvinced and shouted, "Mr. Mori, are you feeling lonely and depressed so you treat me like your son? I'm not a child and I don't need supervision to take medicine!"

Mori Ogai's expression froze, and he raised his hand to rub the head of the famous detective who was not a child, wearing a hat: "Ranpo-kun, you should take the medicine first before saying such things."

Mori Ogai looked at the detective's actions with a headache, and thought, this Ranpo shouldn't be more difficult to deal with than Dazai-kun, right?

…

Facts have proven that it really exists.

When the famous detective revealed the privacy of his subordinates who came to report work for the seventeenth time in front of him, Mori Ogai put down his pen, waved his hand to signal his subordinates to leave, and planned to reason with the famous detective: "Ranpo-kun, the words 'your wife cheated on you, you are cheated' can actually be changed to a more tactful tone and place of explanation." And he really doesn't want to know the love history of his subordinates!

As of now, it is known that seven subordinates have been cheated on, three subordinates' private money has been discovered, four subordinates' sons are homosexuals and have affairs with each other, one subordinate's daughter has fallen in love with a man who is much older than her and could be her father, and two subordinates' children have fallen in love with each other. Moriou touched his hairline worriedly and began to worry about the future.

Mr. Ke Ming looked puzzled and asked, "Mr. Mori, don't you like to hear these things?"

Sen Ou Wai paused and asked cautiously, "Your Sen Ou Wai likes to listen to this?" Impossible! How could he like to listen to such private matters in other people's homes!

The detective shook his head. "I don't know about Mr. Mori over there, but Dosi really likes it. What? I thought the leader liked to listen to this kind of thing."

Seeing Mori Ogai's confused expression, the detective thought it was because he was not familiar with the name, and explained: "Dostoevsky is the Russian, and his full name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."

???

Wait, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, the Russian, liked to listen to this???

Mori Ou's eyes were subtle. As long as he thought about the Russian who was behind the scenes and liked to hear this kind of thing in private, he would inexplicably...

Seeing Mori Ouwai lost in thought, the famous detective quietly stretched out his claws to secretly pick up some of the medicine and throw away some of it while Mori Ouwai was not paying attention. However, he was caught red-handed. He angrily hugged all the medicines scattered on the desk in his arms and jumped to the ground, saying in a long voice: "Mr. Mori, Ranpo-sama is tired and needs to rest——!"

Mori Ogai put away his thoughts, which had been running wild, took out a key and said, "The accommodation has been prepared. It's not far from the headquarters. It's okay for you to live alone, right?" Although he asked this, in fact, Mori Ogai didn't intend to take care of it himself. He looked at Arasuke with his red eyes, "Ranpo-kun, please let me say it again."

Mori Ogai opened his hands and said in the dimly lit office of the leader of the Port Mafia,

"Welcome to the Port Mafia."

Red eyes met emerald eyes, and Mori Ogai extended his hand to the world's number one detective, "Come with me."

He took him home.

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