The world's No.1 detective doll

Yingzi remembered that she was obviously sleeping.

After giving birth to Takuya, her life quickly became busy. I don’t know if it’s a child’s nature. Takuya only clings to her. When he cries, the whole detective agency will panic, but no one can coax him well except Sakurako. he.

Even if it's Luanpo as a father.

So basically at night, as soon as she touches the bed, Yingzi will instantly fall asleep, and she seldom even dreams.

But today...

Sakurako was standing on a somewhat empty street at this time, she was still wearing the short skirt she wore during the day, and there was no one around.

Sakurako turned around and looked around. Although the style was not the same as the current style, but according to the street signs on the side, Sakurako still recognized that this was a certain street in Yokohama.

But why did she suddenly appear here?

Yingzi thought for a while, then lifted up and pinched herself severely.

"Ah, it hurts—"

Okay, let's first rule out that this is a dream.

So, could it be that he was attacked by some kind of supernatural power while sleeping?

Sakura took it out of her pocket, but the grid at the top of the screen was completely blank.

"There is no signal..."

How can there be no signal in the streets of residential areas?

Yingzi's doubts became deeper and deeper.

Could it be some kind of ability that can make people fall into a dream?

call.

Sakura let out a breath.

Then I hope that Mr. Kunikida can find out that she didn't come to work in time the next day.

Extraordinary ability, 【Superior Wu Ji】.

There is no change in the body.

"The ability can't be used..."

"Please let me—"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and the immature boy ran over while holding on to his hat and tightly holding the big satchel beside him.

"Wow-"

Before Yingzi could make any move, the young man rushed over, and the two of them fell to the ground together due to the force of the collision. The young man opposite him rubbed his buttocks, glanced at the letters scattered on the ground, and his expression was very dissatisfied .

"Don't stand in the middle of the road and block the road!"

"I'm really sorry, I was just now...Mr. Ranpo?"

Under the brim of the hat was the familiar immature appearance, Yingzi stopped in the middle of her words, and her tone was a little surprised.

"How do you know my name?"

Ranbu raised his head and looked at her strangely, his eyes slightly wary.

It was only then that Yingzi realized that although the facial features were exactly the same, the boy on the opposite side looked much younger, and there was still baby fat under the cheeks that hadn't faded, and it didn't give people the feeling that sharp.

So this is...

Sakurako glanced at the letters on the ground.

stamp?

Does anyone still use postage stamps in this day and age?She thought stamps were just a collectible now.

Do not……

Sakurako looked around, although the road sign next to the street did say the address of Yokohama, but the surrounding buildings were completely different from the style she remembered, and they looked a lot like... the buildings in the TV series in the early years .

As for Ranpo, it seems that he worked as a postman for a period of time when he was about 14 years old.

So... she came to Ranpo when she was 14 years old? ? ?

After understanding her situation, Yingzi got up and squatted down, picked up the letters scattered on the ground one by one, and then handed them to the boy Luanbu.

"You haven't answered my question yet! You know me."

Determined tone.

"Well... I..." Yingzi tilted her head and thought for a while, "I... I am a relative of your family."

"relative?"

……

Luanbu obviously didn't believe it.

Not to mention that the person in front of him has nothing in common with him, but it is suspicious to say that he is a relative of the person he bumps into on the street?

Although the danger warnings from his brain reminded him all the time, Ranbu somehow felt that the other party was not threatening to him.

So Luanbu decided to go against his reasoning results for the first time, and then asked, "What relative?"

Sakura opened her mouth, not knowing where to start.

It can't be said to be his future wife, can it?

A 14-year-old aunt stopped a [-]-year-old boy on the street and said she was his wife. Would the police treat her as a pervert and put her in jail?

"Do you know Takuya Edogawa? I'm his mother."

"Who is Edogawa Takuya?"

"Ah, it's a distant relative after all, so it's normal that you don't know, you can just call me Sister Yingzi."

"Aha?"

Isn't this person's lies too unconvincing?

"Hurry up, it's fine to call Sakura-san?"

"I do not want it!"

Ah what, this kind of rare meeting...

Ranbu gave Sakura a strange look.

This idiot, everything in his heart is clearly written on his face...

"It doesn't matter who you are, please let me go now, I'm going to deliver the letter!"

Luanbu straightened his hat, lifted the heavy satchel on his shoulders, and walked towards the address of the next recipient.

Coincidentally, Luanbu glanced at the recipient's address on the envelope, and it happened to be the family on the left.

But to Yingzi's surprise, Ranbu didn't go forward to knock on the other party's door, but turned around and threw the letter into the trash can beside her.

Yingzi was taken aback for a moment, then blinked, and ran over in a panic to take the envelope out of the trash can: "What are you doing!"

"Can't you see that, idiot? I'm delivering a letter."

"Send, send the letter to the trash can?"

Ranbu glanced at Yingzi with some confusion: "What was written in that letter was useless, so why not just throw it away? Even reading it would only be a waste of time."

"Varied……"

Yingzi stood in front of Ranpo a little anxiously. The 14-year-old boy with milky milk really attracted her mother's love, Yingzi couldn't help showing the usual momentum to teach Takuya a lesson.

"This is wrong. No matter what is written in it, the letter should be delivered to the recipient properly. Do you understand? You can't do this next time!"

"Huh?" Luanbu squinted his eyes: "Are you teaching children?"

"..."

Sakurako was at a loss for words for a moment, she seemed to realize the huge gap between the boy in front of her and Takuya, she sighed helplessly.

Takuya should be more obedient.

"Then Ranbu first...Ranbu-kun." Yingzi shook the envelope, and after living with Ranbu for 11 years, she almost knew the other party's temperament clearly: "Want to bet? Look at this household Will people feel happy after reading the letter?"

"It doesn't matter how this kind of thing is, I'm not interested."

"If you win, I'll treat you to a rough snack."

"..."

"But if I win, you have to promise me that every letter will be delivered to the recipient properly in the future, okay?"

"...I won't lose."

Ranbu's heart was obviously shaken by the thick dim sum. He curled his lips a little unconvinced, then took Yingzi's letter, and knocked on the recipient's door.

Sakura smiled helplessly.

Sure enough, the 14-year-old Ranpo is much more proud than the ten-year-old Ranpo.

"Hi! Postman! Here's your letter!"

"I'm coming……"

"Excuse me, is Mrs. Hirata?"

"Ah, yes! Thank you very much."

After successfully delivering the letter to the other party, Ranpo glanced at Sakurako at the side, and then went around to the back of the house to observe the other party's reaction through the open window of Hirata.

As soon as Hirata got the letter, she couldn't wait to open it and read it. The original smile expanded a little bit as she read it, and then she burst out laughing with a 'puchi'.

"What, this guy, will say some useless things."

Luanbu frowned in confusion.

If it's useless, why watch it?And smiling so stupidly...

When walking back to the original seat with a puzzled face, Yingzi was standing there smiling and looking at him.

"Do you know what is written in the letter?"

Sakura shook her head honestly.

"do not know."

"Then why do you think Mrs. Hirata will be very happy after reading this letter?"

"Because I saw that the sender of that letter was her husband."

"Aha?"

"I won." Sakura straightened her wrinkled skirt, "So first...Ranbu-kun, please promise me that every letter will be delivered to the recipient in the future. "

"……I see."

"Then let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Sister Yingzi treats you to some thick dim sum."

After eating dessert, Sakurako left.

Half asleep and half awake, Yingzi seems to have heard someone talking to someone.

"Smelly brat! Stay away from your mother!"

"Why?! That's my mother!"

"Even if you please idiot Sakurako, she will only like me the most!"

"Mom doesn't like childish ghost father!"

"A famous detective is not a childish ghost!"

"That's right! My mother likes me the most!"

"The famous detective has lived with your mother for more than ten years, and of course her favorite is me!"

"My mother's blood is flowing in my body! I have been in the same body as my mother for ten months!"

"Nine and a half months!!"

"Well……"

"It's all the childish father's fault for waking up mother!"

"Huh? What did you say, brat?!"

"Mr. Ranpo... Takuya, what are you arguing about?"

"It's okay, dear mother. For lunch, I made your favorite omelet rice. It's heating up in the microwave now. If you want to eat it now, I'll bring it for you."

"Idiot Sakurako! Let Takuya eat omurice by himself, and let's go to Uzumaki Cafe!"

Sakura rubbed her eyes in confusion.

"No, I have dinner with Yushi in the afternoon, and I will leave the omelet rice for Ranpo-san and Takuya."

"..."

"..."

Since Sakura left that day, Ranpo has never met her again. He didn't receive a letter until shortly after he met Fukuzawa Yukichi and established a detective agency together.

The sender was Sakurako Edogawa, and the address was the address of this detective agency that had just been established less than a day ago.

It reads: Mr. Ranpo himself.

[Dear Mr. Ranpo:

Hello there.

Maybe now that I've moved on from there, I still feel a little embarrassed to write such a letter.

I don't know what was written in Mr. Hirata's letter to Mrs. Hirata, but I think it must not be some useless words.

Although I may be too stupid to write any touching words, but I think if it is Mr. Ranpo, he must be able to understand what I want to express, right?

From the moment I was born, I had a different life from other kids: I missed a lot.

I missed the innocent smile that children should have, I missed the beautiful childhood that everyone can have, and I missed the company of my parents' loving friends

I missed the cherry blossoms in spring, the fireflies in summer nights, the maple leaves dancing in autumn, and the white snowflakes in winter.

I missed the carousel with melodious music, the colorful balloons flying into the sky, the sweet and delicious ice cream, and the beautiful skirts that would rise when the breeze blows by.

I missed so much that I never thought about what my future would be like because it was gloomy and scary and dark.

But fortunately, Mr. Ranpo, I did not miss you that year.

After so many years, you haven't said thank you to Mr. Ranpo, have you?

Although it may appear to outsiders that I am always taking care of you, but I am also very grateful to you, okay?

Thank you for accompanying me day after day, thank you for guiding me tirelessly, thank you for entering my life like a god and saving me.

Thank you for loving me faithfully and passionately.

In the same way, I will always and unswervingly love you, sir.

So it doesn't matter if you can't find me, I will always wait in that place for the day when we meet.

Goodbye. 】

Luanbu lowered his eyes, refolded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope, and then carefully put it into the pocket on the inside of his clothes close to his heart.

"Ranbu, is it a letter from the client?"

Fukuzawa glanced at Luanbu's movements in a strange way, as if wondering why the client used such expensive and delicate letter paper.

The boy who was discovered blushed immediately, and he looked away in a panic, pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's just a useless letter!"

A famous detective wouldn't think of this kind of thing, very...

It's fun.