Ranpo was bored.

So very bored. He didn't have anything to do. However, he also didn't have any sweets. Which was the worst case scenario, because he couldn't think without them.

So, Fukuzawa, being the father figure he was, had gone out of his way to get Ranpo his desired candy.

It was strange, how his 'ability' thrived on sweets. He could barely think straight without eating sweets every two minutes.

However, he managed to stay slim because those calories went straight to his brain. It was admireable.

Before Fukuzawa could get back, Ranpo and his fellow detectives were called for a job.

So, they forced the whiny Ranpo out, dragging him to the crime scene.

The victim had been rescued from the river. She had a few wounds that indicated she was shot.

The policeman crossed his arms. "We don't need some private detectives. We can solve crimes by ourselves."

Ranpo crossed his arms, then spoke up. "I would solve it, but I don't have any candy with me, so I don't wanna."