Locked Room Case

There were many things in the open drawer, including several transparent glass beads and some small miscellaneous items.

You can even find half-eaten potato chips and two or three candies hidden in the drawer. Anything can appear in the drawer of the detective, but there will be no information related to the case.

"Mr. Ranbu, here's your milk."

The president's secretary, Haruno Kirako, is a very careful person. She is also responsible for arranging the afternoon tea for the detective agency on a daily basis.

Bread filled with sweet sauce was placed on a plate, and a strawberry donut was specially prepared.

Luanbu pushed the drawer back and put the glasses on the table back into his pocket. An inconspicuous gaze came over, probably observing his every move.

Apart from Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu is the second smartest person in the detective agency. Perhaps Ranpo Edogawa had already noticed that the latter was secretly testing him.

But none of these could stop Ranpo, his disguise was impeccable. Moreover, Dazai was wondering if anyone else had attacked him, and he didn't even think that the person sitting here had changed.

Nakajima Atsushi and Kagamika have already gone to the Sky Casino, but they often contact each other by phone. The phone calls are basically answered by Ranbu.

At first, the two were nervous and alert all the time, but gradually they treated these few days as a vacation as Ranbu said.

In the daily life shared by Nakajima Atsushi, Ranpo can understand the current situation of the Sky Casino by guessing even with his eyes closed.

There are only seven days left before the exhibition. Many people go to the Sky Casino during these seven days. All parties want to get a glimpse of the true face of the treasure. Among them, the first to meet the detective society are the port mafia.

Nakajima Atsushi mentioned on the phone that he and Kagamika met Ryunosuke Akutagawa from the Port Mafia. Although there was not much conflict between the two sides, Nakajima Atsushi was still worried that the mission would fail because of Akutagawa.

Ranpo stretched his back lazily, and did not reply to Nakajima Atsushi's message immediately. He really trusted him, and would ask about all the problems, big or small.

Life in the detective agency is very harmonious. Apart from eating and drinking, I just follow others out to handle cases.

Those cases were not complicated, and the murderer could be identified by just one look at the scene. And those police officers respected him very much, and no matter how high their positions were, they did not look down on him because of his age and appearance.

As long as the task is completed, no matter who is accompanying him, he will smile and praise him naturally: "You are worthy of being Ranbu-san."

"You are indeed the smartest detective. Nothing can stop you."

Whenever this happens, I get a strange feeling in my chest.

"Ranpo? There's a mission here that requires you to go." Kunikida Dopo came over with a document, "Do you have time now?"

Ranpo was sitting on a chair, swinging his legs casually. Seeing him like this, Kunikida Doppo also knew the answer.

"But I have something to do right now, can Tanizaki accompany you?"

"Eh? I have no problem with that, but I promised Naomi yesterday that I would make lunch for her." Tanizaki looked hesitant.

Luanbu clapped his hands and stood up by holding the armrest of the chair: "It's okay. As the most powerful detective, I can do it alone."

Kunikida Dopo shook his head secretly, but after searching around, he couldn't seem to find anyone suitable. So in the end, he could only drag the corpse lying on the sofa with a twitch in his mouth.

"It's time to work, Dazai."

Dazai Osamu took off the red-covered book covering his face, then raised his hand lazily: "Hi."

The mission this time is to go to a remote suburban home to investigate a locked room murder case there.

The two of them prepared to go out. Seeing that both of them were looking around, Kunikida Dupo couldn't let go of his worry.

This closed room murder case was very common, in a closed and locked room, the dead person died of suffocation. But the strange thing was that from the traces at the scene, there was no other person in the room.

There were deep finger marks on the neck of the deceased, and those finger marks matched the shape of the deceased's hands. But this is exactly what is strange, because no matter what, a person cannot strangle himself to death.

"Was it a superpower who committed the crime?" Dazai Osamu roughly read the information and then speculated, "If not, then it is really a perfect locked room murder."

The person in charge of this case is an old acquaintance, Officer Minoura. Or perhaps it should be said that it was a case he was in charge of, so he invited the famous detective as usual.

"Yo Jipu, you got nothing?" Ranbu said with a smile.

Ji Pu was helpless, but the man in front of him said it was true: "Yes, please ask a detective to help me solve it."

The two have become accustomed to this mode of interaction, and Minoura has also become accustomed to the straightforward words of this famous detective.

The deceased was a writer, and there were many manuscripts scattered around in the room that was arranged as a secret room.

In order not to disturb the scene, the manuscripts and scattered things on the table were not collected. The cordon was set up, and the figure in the detective uniform strode in.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be kicked out for destroying the scene like this, but Edogawa Ranpo is different. He is the only detective who can piece together the original truth even if the scene changes.

Dazai Osamu wandered around the crowd, and while the police officers were walking around with confused looks on their faces, he focused his attention on the courtyard of the mansion.

It is obvious that this is a crime committed by a supernatural being.

But the reason and the inside story are a bit puzzling. The lawn in the yard has not been trimmed for a long time, so it is very lush.

But a careful observation reveals that the "murderer" who enters and leaves this house must be a friend of the owner of the house.

After guessing this, Dazai Osamu began to be curious about the truth of what Ranpo saw.

But Ranbu didn't explain his idea. He just flipped through the manuscripts and then said, "One more is missing."

This murder case was not solved immediately, which was a first for the police officers. In the past, no matter how difficult the case was, it only took a few minutes to solve it.

"Mr. Ranbu, are you feeling unwell?"

The police officers were confused at first, but soon accepted the childish detective. So now they carefully asked if Luanbu was feeling unwell.

They would rather believe that Luanbu suddenly lost his voice and could not speak, rather than think that Luanbu was unable to resolve the incident.

This was the first time he had seen such a situation. Dazai Osamu stood behind the crowd with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Ranpo's answer.

Luanbu stood up, dusted off his clothes, and returned the manuscript: "The murderer will turn himself in."

"So that's how it is. Thank you, Mr. Ranpo."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work."

Everyone nodded, without doubting the truth of this statement. As long as Luanbu said it, the murderer would definitely turn himself in.

But Dazai Osamu felt it was a little strange, not because he didn't believe it, but because he could clearly see those green eyes across the noisy crowd.

"You look like you have something to tell me." Dazai Osamu walked in front, tilting his head slightly, "Is there something I haven't noticed? Mr. Ranpo, please be kind enough to tell me--"

The man in front of him put his hands together, with a "please" expression. Luanbu did not stop, he continued to walk forward and said casually: "Someone is looking for you."

"Um?"

The two of them were walking along the path in the coastal park. As it was getting dark, the sea was sparkling.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps from behind, Dazai Osamu paused for a moment. He widened his eyes, turned his head, and understood the meaning of those words.

The man with short white hair and a red military uniform smiled, his eyes closed, and quickly took out the handcuffs.

The hand that Dazai Osamu was holding on the railing was handcuffed. The man explained calmly: "Dazai Osamu, former port mafia officer, you are now arrested for... for several crimes."

It seemed that considering that there were other people in front of him, Tiaoye Caiju did not enumerate the crimes of this former cadre. He nodded and waved to Luanbu: "Detective, we will borrow this person first."

Although he had expected this day to come, Dazai Osamu didn't expect it to be so sudden. When he turned his head inadvertently, he saw Ranpo nodded slightly to him.

As if it was some tacit agreement, the man in the sand-colored windbreaker raised his hands and admitted his guilt without any resistance.

Not long after Dazai Osamu was captured, Ranpo realized a problem.

It seemed that he could not go back alone.

After making sure that there was no one around, 005, who had been hiding, finally came out. He stretched his back and asked: "What should we do next?"

Dazai Osamu was arrested, and Edogawa Ranpo was temporarily unable to get out. He could regain his freedom and no longer have to hide!

But until now, he still couldn't figure out what Shika-nin was planning. Was he deliberately planning the appearance of the "treasure" to attract the attention of other forces and provoke a melee in Yokohama?

Lu Ren didn't explain. He took out his cell phone and prepared to contact other people in the detective agency.

Dazai Osamu, who was imprisoned in the detention truck, was still thinking about the meaning of Ranpo's expression. The armored truck was specially used to transport criminals, so even the sound from outside could not be transmitted.

He would probably be imprisoned in Meursault, a place specifically used to keep people with special powers.

Fyodor was also imprisoned in Meursault. Ranbu's expression probably meant he wanted to coordinate with the outside world.

Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu sat casually. It didn't matter if he was locked up in such a place, he had his own way to contact the outside world.

But suddenly, the moving vehicle stopped. With a "click", the several locked doors were opened from the outside.

The light came in, and Dazai Osamu widened his eyes as he looked at the person who appeared in front of him.

"President?"