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"Welcome!" The wind chimes at the entrance of the coffee shop swayed and sang a string of crisp notes. Azusa Enomoto, who is in charge of receiving guests, walked up quickly, "Is this your first time here? The special sandwiches in our coffee shop are very good, recommended You try it."

The guest in front of her seemed to be younger, with long black hair hanging down softly, covering the gauze over her left eye.

The girl's face was only the size of a palm, and she looked even weaker after her single eye was covered by white medical gauze. Looking closely, her right arm was also wrapped in a bandage, as if she had suffered a serious illness and was in poor health.

It's such a small one that it melts people's hearts.

Enomoto Azusa was filled with endless maternal love, and she couldn't help softening her voice: "Miss, do you want to sit in a quieter place or have a lively place?"

"I'm here to find someone." Xuejian Weizhi whispered.

Her voice was low and soft, her obsidian-like eyes showed a little helplessness, her pale fingertips were curled up in her sleeves, only the faint redness of her fingertips was exposed.

The lethality of beauty has nothing to do with gender, real beauty can take all men and women.Stared by Yukimi Mie's focused eyes, Enomoto Azusa blushed unconsciously.

"Are you looking for someone? Can you tell me the name?" The waitress volunteered and said softly, "I'll go and ask for you."

"I came to find my father." Xuejian Weizhi said clearly, "My mother said that my father left when she gave birth to me, and said that he would go out to work to support our mother and daughter. He has been away for several years, and there is no news nothing."

What?Azusa Enomoto's heart tightened, listening to what she said... this father must be a scumbag who abandoned his wife and son!

How could he be willing to leave such a lovely daughter behind?No heart!

"Do you have a photo of your father?" Azusa Enomoto couldn't bear to ask, "I'll take you to the police station and ask, okay?"

Xuejian Weizhi shook his head: "Mom gave me a photo of her and Dad, it's just, just..."

She lowered her head, and there was a bit of crying in her voice: "It's just that my father never wants to show his face in the photos. I can only look at the back to find someone, and I have been looking for it for many years."

Damn, what a scumbag, what kind of peerless scumbag is this?Azusa Enomoto was furious.

At first glance, it was a recidivist who had premeditated not to leave any information about himself, and deceived other mothers to deceive their children!

There may be more than one victim.The French Open is extensive and thorough, and the people at Café Poirot, which operates downstairs from the Maori Detective Agency, naturally have a heart of justice.

"Can you show the photo to my sister?" Azusa Enomoto said full of love and anger, "I will definitely find the scumbag, uh, find your father."

It's okay, you can just call him a scumbag.Zhi Zhi rubbed her eyes twice with her hands, making the corners of her eyes red, she was so happy to receive business today, she just didn't cry.

Next time, I'd better bring an onion as a spare, and turn over "The Actor's Self-cultivation" later to have a look.

With a red rabbit eye, Xuejian Weizhi was bathed in the maternal brilliance of the waitress, and handed over a group photo.

That's right, it's the group photo of the rape scene where although the anti-reconnaissance is perfect, the skin color still reveals the identity!

The more familiar the person is, the more he can see the identity of the acquaintance from the half profile and the corner of the clothes. Azusa Enomoto's first thought after getting the photo: Isn't this Mr. Amuro?

Gan!This is really Mr. Amuro!

"Mr. Amuro, he, he!" Azusa Enomoto's pupils trembled, and the hand holding the photo trembled.

How could the skin of his daughter be so white!

"Is it a maternal gene?" Azusa Enomoto said nonsense, "Looking at the photos, she is indeed a beauty, so it's no wonder that Mr. Amuro is tempted to deceive others... No, no, no, he is definitely not such a person, but photos, photos will not Liar!"

I swear by the eyes she trained in selfie retouching, there is no trace of PS.

"Sister." Seeing Weizhi stabbing the knife mercilessly, Xue said, "Do you know my father?"

Counting Toru Amuro, Zhizhi already has three fathers, and she can still recognize them.

"Let me help you to ask..." Azusa Enomoto was at a loss, and Toru Amuro, who was out throwing garbage, just opened the door and came in, and his ears were hurt by a thunderstorm amidst the sound of the wind chimes swinging at the door.

"Mr. Amuro! Your abandoned daughter has come to your door!"

"father!"

Xuejian Weizhi didn't hesitate, and hugged the blond man's leg: "Dad, I finally found you—Mom, Mom, she..."

"What?" Toru Amuro looked confused.

He first subconsciously looked at his colleague, but Miss Enomoto looked at him not as warmly as before, but full of vigilance and disappointment, she secretly put her hand behind her back and quickly pressed a few times on the phone.

Toru Amuro swears with his superb eyesight: that is a call to the police.

In connection with the short digital conversations he heard earlier, Toru Amuro refused to imagine Azusa Enomoto's inner activities at this time.

He could only focus on the little girl who was hugging his long legs.

Do you know why girls always choose to shoot from top to bottom when taking selfies?Because the angle of looking down is the best and most delicate angle of view, with its own filter.

When a person is already good-looking, the lethality is double crit.

Xue Jian Weizhi was too young, Toru Amuro's first reaction was to kick people away and regain his freedom, and his heart went out immediately.

He didn't dare to move. While wondering if this strange little girl was coaxed to trouble him, he asked gently: "I'm not your father. What did you just say about your mother?"

He guessed that this wave was a script where the mother was seriously ill and no one was paying for the medical bills, so the daughter went to the street to find someone to touch porcelain.

If it was true, he wouldn't mind helping the poor mother and daughter.

"Mom—" Xue Jian Weizhi raised her head, looking at Toru Amuro with reddened eyes.

He suddenly felt palpitations for a second, and suddenly felt something hard on his back.

"Mom's real husband said that 100 million cash will be paid once for catching rape." Xuejian Weizhi chuckled, with a light smile that couldn't be melted in his voice, "Friend, it's not that easy to do a job with a handsome boy, at least don't give up. Let’s attack the rich woman who is a married woman.”

"Who are you?" Toru Amuro did not act rashly, he quietly mobilized every active muscle in his body, looking for an opportunity to counter the uniform.

He didn't feel so good until this time.

The posture of Yukimi Mie hugging Amuro Toru's leg is very particular, which not only destroys his center of gravity, but also is a posture that she can easily leave and Amuro Toru can't get rid of.

He also knew what the stick-shaped object was on Toru Amuro's waist. It was a retractable electric baton, which seemed to have been brought in hidden under the skirt.

In terms of style alone, he is a veteran.

At least, it won't be a superficially innocent underage girl.

"Light current can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. I quite like this function." Xuejian Weizhi pushed the switch of the electric baton.

This thing cannot be regarded as a controlled item, because it was not originally bought as an electric baton, but a massager.

The lowest electric current is crispy and numb, Zhizhi likes to use it for massage when she has nothing to do.

Toru Amuro did not feel any pain, and even his body felt a little lighter—if the massaged part wasn't the waist.

You know the location, itching meat concentration camp.

"Don't hahaha don't..." Brother Ku broke his power in an instant, and Xue Jian Weizhi stabbed him in the waist with an electric baton as if threatening, "Come with me, quietly."

Toru Amuro wanted to leave, he couldn't let the danger be found in Café Poirot, so he left in a "happy" way with his cheap daughter very cooperatively.

In Azusa Enomoto's eyes, it became: Toru Amuro admitted that Kee is his daughter!He took his daughter out!They are about to have a bloody dialogue of "I will give you XX million, don't disturb my life"!

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Amuro is really a scumbag who abandoned his wife and son..." Azusa Enomoto was disillusioned, and she returned to work in a daze, "Man, there is no good thing."

The two who left Poirot's Cafe turned into a dark alley with ulterior motives, Yukimi Mie pre-emptively pushed Amuro Toru to the corner.

"Bang!" The black-haired girl held a baton with one hand, rubbing Toru Amuro's cheek and hammered it against the wall. The electric baton went straight into the wall, and the dust of the wall and broken bricks splashed everywhere.

Toru Amuro: "..."

Grass, are you an orangutan?Which set is this strange girl from?

Zhizhi, who was very talkative, clapped his hands, raised his foot and stepped on the gap between Anshi Toru's legs, and gave a leg thump in a chic way.

1.6-meter legs and 1.8-meter-long legs, she deserves to be her.

"...the skirt." Toru Amuro's lips moved, and he turned his head away from her, "The skirt is lifted up."

"It's okay." Xuejian Weizhi said nonchalantly, "I'm wearing safety pants."

There must be a price to be paid for forcing the leg kick, but Zhizhi is not afraid, because the object of her leg kick practice has always been Gojo Satoru in her mind.

It's only 1.8 meters, and she can show you even 1.9 meters.

Amuro was overwhelmed, he decided not to talk to Mie Yukimi in the way he communicated with normal people, she saw that it was not a good thing.

"You are here to catch the rape." Toru Amuro, a part-time detective, quickly realized that the other party might be a colleague, "Miss Enomoto believes in your statement, so you should show her the evidence...is it a photo? Me and someone A group photo of the lady?"

Different portraits flashed through his eyes, and Toru Amuro quickly picked out one person: the wife of a gangster in Tokyo, who has been pursuing him since she fell in love with him at first sight.

Because he suspected that the gang was related to the black organization, Toru Amuro did not refuse too simply, trying to develop a conspiracy to disintegrate the organization.

As it turns out, don't play with a woman's feelings, especially a married woman.

You will pay for it.

"There is nothing between me and that lady." Toru Amuro said quite bluntly, "The group photo is just an illusion of borrowing a seat. If necessary, I can call her to clarify."

"Oh." Xuejian Weizhi nodded flatly, and asked back, "What does this have to do with me?"

She tilted her head. "My employer doesn't care about that. He just wants to know what an attractive man you are and can make his wife swoon."

"If he doesn't get satisfactory results from me, when he sends someone over, he may do more than just 'investigate'."

Zhi Zhi pulled out the electric baton and held it high.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Now that I know this, I will definitely not let you die in the hands of my employer." Xuejian Miie said sincerely, "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, bear with it .”

It's better to strike first, as long as she kidnaps the victim first, the client can't kill and silence her.

The pain may be a little bit painful, but it is nothing compared to life, Zhizhi believes he can understand.

"Bang!" Seeing Weizhi, without hesitation, Xue knocked Toru Amuro unconscious with an electric baton.