Special commission
Occasionally, a ticking sound would be heard, and the person who was dozing with his eyes closed would lower his hand covering his eyes and then turn his head away.
In the tatami room, a cowcat pawed at something, then fiddled with a half-full cup.
The water in the cup swayed and made a dripping sound. Luanbu sat up, put his coat aside, and reached out to grab 005's neck.
"Hmm?" 005 turned around and asked, "Did you have a good rest? Fukuzawa and the others are out now."
"I know." Lu Ninja replied, "They probably went to verify it and try that possibility."
He just proposed the possibility. Whether people will believe it or not will take a long time to verify.
But Lu Ren believed that Fukuchi would eventually give in, not because he believed in his own persuasiveness, but because he believed in Fukuzawa. That sword, Yu Yuqian, could foresee the future.
The changed future he talked about, Fudi has his own way to verify it. But this is not something that Lu Ren needs to worry about, because 005 will cover the bottom line.
So the rest will be left to time. Lu Ninja calmed down and began to think about the next plan.
It would take enough chaos for 005 to gain energy from it. When I thought about it, an idea suddenly came to my mind.
The paper door near the courtyard was pushed open, and the sunlight from outside came in. There was no one else in the mansion, so I walked around the corridor and then started to pack my things angrily.
Fukuchi actually wants to persuade Fuze to join Hound, and the condition he gives is: in this way, the two people who do not belong to this world can act freely.
Fu Ze would agree to it for both moral and logical reasons. It is indeed convenient to temporarily borrow the identity of the hound, but this matter was not discussed with him.
There weren't many things he brought with him, and after much thought, Luanbu decided not to take the coat that didn't belong to him. The man and the cat shut the door tightly and left "home".
But before he had walked out for long, looking at the intricate paths, Luanbu finally understood why Fukuzawa was so willing to let him stay home alone.
And just at this moment, the cell phone in my pocket rang.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Ranpo?"
Nakajima Atsushi's voice came from the other end of the phone. He asked awkwardly, "Another Ranpo asked me to pick you up. Where are you now?"
Perhaps Edogawa Ranpo had expected this, for he squinted his eyes and shifted his perspective to describe the surrounding environment.
It didn't take long for Nakajima Atsushi to find the person. He was obviously relieved, smiled and said, "I found him. Do you want to go back to the detective agency together? By the way, this is something that another Ranpo-san asked me to bring here.
It was a packaged yam steamed bun, which came at the right time.
Ranbu did not refuse. He let Nakajima Atsushi walk in front while he held a snack and occasionally lowered his head to seduce 005.
Nakajima Atsushi was secretly relieved that he was not rejected. Although the two Ranpo had the same personality, he was always afraid of being rejected.
But remembering Mr. Dazai's request, he took a deep breath to encourage himself.
"Is there anything you want to eat? Or do you want to go somewhere else before going back to the agency?"
According to Edogawa Ranpo's past habits, Nakajima Atsushi suggested.
Luanbu tilted his head and looked at the cautious look of the white-haired boy, and finally raised his hand and touched the latter's head vigorously.
The fluffy white short hair was not neatly trimmed, but it looked good. Nakajima Atsushi, accustomed to it, bent down and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"Let's go have some tea and rice." Ranbu clapped his hands and said so.
Nakajima Atsushi was a little surprised, not because Ranpo mentioned his favorite rice soaked in tea, but because he just thought in his mind that if Ranpo had no objection, he would use his salary to treat him!
The first choice for entertaining guests is the most delicious rice soaked in tea in the world.
Nakajima Atsushi laughed dryly and shook his head. At this time, Ranbu had already walked ahead with big strides, and only turned back and spoke after he had left a certain distance.
"Do you want Master Ranbu to lead the way?"
“Here it comes!”
Empty bowls piled up on the table one after another. After finishing so many bowls of rice and tea, Nakajima Atsushi burped.
Luanbu was not very hungry. After finishing his first bowl of rice soaked in tea, he rested his chin on his hand and looked at the person in front of him.
"Are you using the excuse of treating us to a meal to let yourself go a little wild?" Luanbu said with his head tilted.
After reacting, Nakajima Atsushi felt a little embarrassed. He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth when prompted.
It was too obvious, a clear attempt to make peace. It was like trying to build a good relationship, but not knowing how to do it. Shika Ninja half-closed his eyes and raised his hand to push 005, who was eating hard, into his bowl.
I don't know who prompted him to do this, but Nakajima Atsushi seemed to be very aware of his emotions and was paying close attention to his every move.
Lu Shinobu didn't dislike this kind of "flattering" behavior, he just found it puzzling.
〖Is this a good thing you did?〗
005 licked the wet fur around his mouth with great effort, looking puzzled: "Huh? What did you say?"
It took 005 some time to understand the threatening look. Then he muttered in confusion: "I don't know, this has something to do with me. They are obviously worried about you because you look very strange."
The laboratory and being caught by a hound are both cause for concern.
The suspicious host made 005 understand that Lu Shinobu would not believe other people's kindness to him for no reason, but after a long time, he would begin to doubt himself.
For example, now.
After getting the answer, Shika Ninja pursed his lips. It was indeed as 005 said, Nakajima Atsushi was nice to him because he was "Ranpo", and everyone in the detective agency was the same.
But when I think about it this way, another figure appears in my mind. The one wearing a heavy robe, called the White Death.
That face, the same as the one in front of him, would often smile at him, but only because it was him and not anyone else.
[Where is A-Dun?]
"Isn't it right in front of me?"
Lu Ren glanced at him and snorted: "You know, I'm not talking about him."
After falling from a height, he clearly saw Nakajima approaching. His expressionless face became panicked, and he begged him not to die incoherently.
Ranpo always had a feeling that just as Fukuzawa was dragged into this world, Nakajima, who was so close to him, would also come over.
But after so long, there is still no news about him. Could it be that I guessed wrong?
005 shook his head, and seeing his face full of rice and wetness, Nakajima Atsushi hurriedly picked up a tissue and wiped it clean carefully and meticulously.
"How careless! The food is all over the place. What a waste."
"Meow."
This little episode interrupted the conversation between the two. Luanbu stopped asking questions and instead stared at the messages on his phone.
Fukuzawa returned home and found that the person was gone, so he sent a text message to inquire. Ranbu, who left home in anger, did not answer, turned off the phone screen and stood up.
"Let's go to the detective agency."
The detective agency is as busy as ever, but today many people are having a headache because of the special guests and cases.
No one in the room spoke first; everyone looked at the silver-haired man sitting on the sofa.
"Please allow us to refuse." Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the detective agency, said, "We cannot accept this mission. Sorry."
Seeing the president say this, the others looked solemn, but also breathed a sigh of relief.
The man sitting on the other sofa had a very serious expression. His two-toned hair was so unique. He frowned and asked seriously, "Is it because the reward is not enough? We can discuss this."
This man in a white suit and a white windbreaker came to the detective agency with a big bag of money. I thought it was an important commission, but everyone was silent as soon as he opened his mouth.
This guy wants the detective agency to transport a piece of goods for them in exchange for his life.
Not to mention the difficulty of this task, the prerequisite alone is enough to make people frown.
What does it mean to guarantee with one's life and make sure it won't fail? It's puzzling, and one has to wonder if this guy is out of his mind. This is no longer a question of how much to pay.
After the president answered, the detective, who had been sitting quietly, frowned and raised his hand: "Wait."
Everyone in the detective agency looked at Edogawa Ranpo, who put down his potato chips and gestured seriously to Kunikida Doppo to turn on the TV.
After a flash of light, a colorful picture appeared on the screen. And as if by chance, the news on the screen was an interview about "treasures".
"This is a treasure that can make any wish come true. I got it from a powerful psychic." The person on the TV smiled proudly. "And this priceless treasure will be exhibited at the largest theater in Yokohama in half a month."
"Then let us all witness the true face of this priceless treasure!"
The fact that it was obtained from a powerful psychic and that any wish could be fulfilled, combined with the fact that it was obtained from a powerful psychic, made it hard not to imagine the truth of this statement.
However, a few people in the detective agency who knew the truth took it seriously.
"We can agree to this commission." After a moment, Edogawa Ranpo said, "But we also have requirements."
"Ranpo?" Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Ranpo wearing glasses and understood the importance of this incident. "Is it okay?"
Ranpo nodded: "No problem, President, leave it to me."
This treasure, after deliberate publicity, has become a highly sought-after item. Even if the Detective Agency does not accept this mission, it will eventually be related to the Detective Agency.
Edogawa Ranpo deduced that it was a complicated plan and that he needed to learn more to uncover the truth.
Dazai Osamu walked forward, put his hand on the relieved man's shoulder, and smiled: "Then Sigma-kun, can you tell us - how did you receive the news from Fyodor?"
The man who was sitting upright suddenly became stiff. He stammered and didn't know how to answer.
At this moment, the half-closed door of the detective agency was pushed open with a "bang".
"I'm back—"
Luanbu pushed the door open and looked at the serious atmosphere inside, then narrowed his eyes. Nakajima Atsushi, who didn't understand what was going on, stuck his head out with a bag of things in his hand: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
After seeing the two people pushing the door open, Edogawa Ranpo stood up, he let out a breath, and looked relieved.
"Welcome back."