It was a warm, sunny day at the Armed Detective Agency. Most detectives were working, out on missions, or chatting quietly about reports. But…Ranpo was not doing anything. He sat at his desk with his feet propped up as he popped one candy after another into his mouth with a big smile. More and more wrappers piled up on his desk (some even falling on the floor), as the pile of papers he was supposed to be writing remained untouched on his desk.