Shiori stood at the elevator entrance, not knowing whether she should pretend to be nonchalant and walk forward, or just cover her face and grab her three-story duplex Dabieye (bu).

She took several deep breaths, chose to close her eyes and turn around——

Sorry, I went to the wrong floor.

Her clinic is obviously on the third floor, right? The fourth floor, what is the fourth floor?Why doesn't she know?

"Little poem?"

Yiyong, who was watching the excitement, had the same embarrassment on his face as his own sister, and he was so talented that he stopped people.

……

Shiori gave him a deadpan smile with no expression on his face.

I really want to go directly to a brother-sister battle.

But Yiyong winked at her very forcefully, and left the center of the dispute.

"Miss Shiori, this is..."

Atsushi Nakajima also seemed to come in from the outside, holding a stack of newly bought folders in his hand, and came out from the stairs a few times, looking at the current scene with some doubts.

He also looked at the day lily-colored hair and hair color of the two gentlemen in the detective agency, it was obvious that the three were blood relatives, and their facial features were [-]% similar.

"My, grandpa, dad, brother."

Shiori stepped forward and pointed around one by one perfunctorily, and stood beside Yiyong. The siblings stood together, and their facial features were indeed somewhat similar, but because of their gender, Shiori's facial features were more delicate and delicate. .

"Mr. Inoue look so young!"

Because the little tiger just came back from the outside, he didn't understand the bloody storm that happened in this place a second ago, so he sighed naturally.

His last gaze fell on Kurosaki Isshin, and he couldn't believe that the uncle who looked at most in his 40s actually had a granddaughter as old as Miss Shiori.

Of course, if Shiori knew about his mental activities, he might be able to add another sentence - the combined ages of all the people present may not be as old as my grandfather.

"Kurosaki, for some reason, I have temporarily taken my mother's pre-marriage surname Inoue. In fact, it is more accurate to call me Kurosaki Shiori."

Shiori rubbed her chin and thought for a while, anyway, she has two identities, so it is correct to call her.

It may also be changed to Fukuzawa when I get married in the future, Fukuzawa Shiori seems to be quite nice...

"Huh!?! I'm sorry..."

"However, the surname Kurosaki is also my grandmother's surname..."

After Shizhi finished speaking, she glanced at her grandfather thoughtfully, and almost said....

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish

Although Isshin did adopt Masaki's surname after he got married, it wasn't because he couldn't continue to use the overly sensitive surname Shiba after he left the world of souls... In essence, it is still a little bit different from eating soft rice.

"I'm telling the truth..."

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The originally serious Kurosaki Yixin couldn't hold back immediately, so, in the Yokohama Armed Detective Agency, which is hundreds of kilometers away from the empty seat, the traditional performing arts of the Kurosaki family appeared...

"boom--"

Ichigo tugged at his father very smoothly, and turned him in a direction for him, turning him to the side facing the wall in a "benevolent father and son filial piety".

There was no problem with the machine//off// gun shooting on the wall, and there was a humanoid seal in an instant.

Kunikida saw the perfect move that might be able to rule Dazai in the future, and after looking around at the surrounding environment, he still couldn't help but picked up the notebook in his hand, and even wanted to ask for advice.

This strength is really, love love love love.

"Shi...Shi...Miss Shiori."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was taken aback, glanced back subconsciously.

"Calm down, the bottom of my family's food chain is Grandpa Yixin. Since my father was in junior high school, he has been hitting the wall non-stop. His vitality is (comparable to) Dazai, and nothing will happen."

"Well, why do I feel that Mr. Dazai has become an adjective in Ms. Shiori's mouth?"

Speechless Zi Dun Dun complained silently.

"Huh? Don-kun, did you say something?"

Osamu Dazai, who was late for work every day, came late now with empty hands, as if he heard his name, his face was full of curiosity, his exquisite facial features were somewhat delicate and suspicious, and he looked completely innocent.

"No no no, nothing."

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head violently and stopped talking.

"The people here are Miss Inoue's relatives, they really look alike, they look like a family."

Dazai Osamu looked very well-behaved at this time, he glanced at Kurosaki Isshin who had just been pulled out from the wall, and silently suppressed the desire to make trouble in his heart.

"Well, why don't we go to the conference room to talk?"

Shiori raised her hand to repair the wall, pointed to the meeting room of the detective agency and suggested.

Although today is the first day of the detective agency's opening, it is only doing some cleaning and sorting work, and most of the investigators are also out shopping, except for Kunikida and Ranpo, only Dazai who just arrived is there.

But it was obviously a private matter, but Shiori was still a little at a loss with the posture of Shura field.

"Actually, I think it's more suitable for Dad and the others to go out and chat. After the chat, we'll go to the dojo."

As soon as Yi Yong finished saying this, he was stared at by his own sister.

"By the way, brother, what about medicine research?"

Shiori rolled her eyes quietly in her heart, but still maintained an innocent expression on her face.

"Ji Jun."

Yaken Toshiro, who should have come out of the clinic, came over with a large stack of suspicious bills in his hand.

"what is this?"

"A bill owed by Mr. Dazai."

He went over each requisition slip again.

"I think Mr. Yixin's proposal just now can still be considered."

Yaoyan took out a summary bill again, on which the list of various medicines was clearly arranged.

In addition to the casually written mental damage fee and the bandages that can be marked with a clear price, the number is also very impressive because of the addition of some priceless medicinal materials from other worlds that are priceless in the black market, and the bill is not a personal bill. , the counterparty is a detective agency...

"Huh? So I owe Miss Shiori so much money?"

Osamu Dazai, the culprit, looked closely at the final terms with great interest, with a joyful expression on his face.

"I feel like I can't even sell myself."

"Selling the president is barely enough to be like this."

This is an attitude that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

When Mr. Mori "kicked" you out, there must have been a reason why you were too unworthy of a beating yourself.

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That being said, Dazai's gag made things develop in a normal direction.

A few people sat in the meeting room, and Atsushi Nakajima temporarily acted as the secretary for making tea, holding a teapot and carefully looking at Miss Shiori's family, feeling the surrounding atmosphere, and felt that his movements became stiff.

Shiori smiled, took the kettle in his hand, let the little tiger, who didn't know what he should do, retreat first, and started to boil tea slowly.

After all, it was the first time for her to experience this kind of scene. Fortunately, there was a Yiyong brother who came to gather the number of people, and the scene once formed an exceptionally stable triangle structure.

On Fukuzawa Yukichi's side, Ichigo and Ichishin were at the senior seat. She and Ichiyong stared at the boiling white water, as if they could see two flowers in it.

Perhaps it was also because of Shiori's presence that the two parties didn't know how to speak for a while, and remained silent.

With the fragrance of freshly brewed tea leaves and the white smoke curling up, Kurosaki Ichigo, who had been silent all this time, took the first cup of tea from his daughter and cleared his throat.

"Actually, I have no particular opinion on you."

"A chirp..."

Yixin looked as if there was a traitor on his side, but he still restrained his usual expression of pretending to be crazy, calmed down, and listened to his son's words.

"Due to her own special reasons, Xiaoshi left home at the age of seven. To be honest, if it wasn't because she fell in love suddenly, I didn't realize that she was so old."

"It's not that I don't care, and I understand her growth. I pay attention to her all the time, but I don't feel it. After all, in our hearts, she still looks like, and may always be, a small, weak little girl who makes people worry about walking a few steps. .”

At the end of the sentence, he chuckled, as if recalling the glutinous rice balls that were coquettishly clinging to his arms more than 20 years ago because of wrestling.

"Squeamish, afraid of pain, tiredness, and hardship. His temper looks mild, but he can piss people off when he is stubborn."

Ichigo began to "rebuke" his little girl.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was sitting on the sofa with an unusually serious and upright expression.

"I know, but Shiori is smart and cute, like a cat."

"If I pretend to understand your feelings, I probably won't be able to truly empathize with you. I also know that no matter what I say, it seems that nothing is worth believing."

"However, I still have some awareness, and I swear by my sword."

He caressed the scabbard he once loved on his waist.

Fukuzawa Yukichi seldom uses swords, and even sealed up his sword skills after establishing a detective agency.

But this does not mean that the sword is unimportant and cheap to him. He still has some morals that are not in line with the trend of the times but are unexpectedly harmonious with him. That seemingly old-fashioned attitude constitutes Fukuzawa Yukichi's entire life. people.

As a clumsy and stupid person, he doesn't take the initiative, doesn't know how to say nice words of love, and is not even particularly considerate, just a reckless man with a little force.

"She is the only one who makes my heart flutter, and I will do everything in my power to make her happy."

"This is my promise, my realization."

It's a bit like a western knight's declaration, but it's obviously not so gorgeous.

But that's it, the stupid words...

It's the sweetheart who makes her heart beat.

The feature of talking about love, watching her sweetheart become overwhelmed because her love words broke the usual rigidity and seriousness, can also be regarded as a great pleasure for her.

Now, suddenly flipped.

"Ah, ah, a little shy."

Shiori looked at the silver-haired man in front of her, her cheeks burned up to her neck, she turned her head away, letting her long, thin hair cover the scorching ears.

"After talking so much, I finally came here. Anyway, I'm still not happy to hand over my little poem to you so easily. Come, come, come, people who can't speak, let's make an appointment."

"grandfather!!"

Shiori, who didn't care about the shyness and coyness, immediately raised her head subconsciously.

"Sure enough, seeing the contrast in attitudes, I'm so sour."

It's like drinking old mature vinegar for decades, with some mellow calmness sandwiched in the sourness.

"I didn't, grandpa, don't bully others."

Although he was a bit unwilling, he had to admit that the person who could be chosen by a picky girl like herself was naturally worthy of this guarantee.

Kurosaki waved his hand wholeheartedly, his sharp murderous aura and rising Reiatsu pressed straight towards Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Please enlighten me."

The author has something to say: Ichigo: I am in charge of talking

Yixin: I'm in charge of fighting

Yiyong: I...are in charge of eating melons?

Yaoyan: ... I am blind to the materials I worked so hard to sort out

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