Lu Qisheng was so disappointed that he spread out a pile of soft cat biscuits on Edogawa Ranpo's desk.

He... wants to eat... dessert...!

The black-haired boy turned over without any anger and continued to eat cakes. His eyes fell on a stack of white paper.

It's so annoying that you didn't take me to have dessert!

Lu Qi silently placed his hand on the side of the stack of papers and, with a little force, gradually pushed it to the edge of the table.

Humph, accept the judgment, Ranpo Edogawa!

The black-haired boy exerted force with his fingertips, bringing the stack of papers closer to the edge of falling.

My sight fell upon the familiar words on the top sheet of paper.

Infected.

These three words almost instantly pulled Mr. Ranbu of the Port Mafia into that chaotic, disorderly and dangerous world.

He hooked his finger and took down the top piece of paper, and the rest were still thrown to the ground with a grudge.

The paper was a little thin, and the dazzling incandescent light shone through the paper and into his eyes, along with the neat handwriting on the page.

There were only a few short pages of text and not many victims, so Hong Kong Hei Luanbu almost subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want this world to become as fragile and chaotic as his world.

The paper was originally placed on the top. I guess the Armed Detective Agency member himself has already seen it and is probably interested in it. Otherwise, it would have been thrown away and used to wipe hands or write drafts.

Anyway, it is impossible to realize its real use.

...But the infected are very dangerous.

Ranbu couldn't tell whether other people would get hurt or infected; but if he went alone, he would most likely be scolded when he came back.

Forget it, just take the scolding.

Thinking so, Luanbu propped himself up and sat up, looked at the paper in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and pressed it under the messy documents on the ground.

In this way, the other self should be able to discover that if he fails, they will also be able to notice something is wrong in time and stop the loss in time.

He calmed down, jumped off the table and opened the office door.

The silver-haired boy was the only one left in the shared office. He looked up when he heard the noise and said, "Ah, Mr. Ranpo, what can I do for you?"

"I'm going to buy some snacks." Ranbu said as he opened the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

Ah, go buy some snacks, that's no problem.

Nakajima Atsushi suddenly thought of this, and just as he was about to continue processing the documents as if he was familiar with the process, he realized it.

Wait, Mr. Ranpo, aren't you directionally challenged? And the boss doesn't allow you to eat too many snacks, right?!

Nakajima Atsushi stood up and quickly ran to the door of the detective agency and looked around, then went to the window to look, but did not see the figure of Gang Hei Luanbu.