After becoming a chaotic daughter

On the eve of Christmas, heavy snow fell in Yokohama.

The winter vacation has just started, but the weather is already so cold that people don’t want to go out. The snow has been falling intermittently for several days, and the sky is also dark and dark during the day. It is inconvenient, and there are a lot fewer pedestrians on the street, only the office workers who have not yet taken their vacations are in a hurry.

The heating in the detective agency was fully turned on, and it was so warm that it felt like a different world from the cold street outside, which made the members feel lazy.

The end of the new year is approaching, and there are no clients coming to the detective agency. After the members are busy with the year-end work summary, they are free. They all just come to the detective agency to check in as usual every day, and then spend the last few working days of the year fishing.

There was no important work to deal with, and the president turned a blind eye to their behavior, pretending he didn't see it.

The weather was very cold, and there was a kotatsu in the tea room of the detective agency. It was still time to go to work, but there was no client in the agency, and several investigators were nestled in the kotatsu, chatting to pass the time.

Nanako sat on the edge of Ranbu, concentrating on peeling oranges with Gogol.With the heater on and the kotatsu, the room was warm, her little face was flushed with boredom, her half-grown hair was tied into a short braid, sticking up behind her head, It's a bit like a dog's little curved tail.

Ranpo was chatting with Yosano and the others about the supernatural powers. The recently appointed assistant of the Counselor of the Secret Service Division, a young man named Ango Sakaguchi.

This man returned to the secret service system a year ago. It is said that he was performing some undercover mission in the past two years. Similar men.

"The efficiency of handing over the work is much higher than that of the original Mr. Fujii. This is a good thing, but the style of work is too 'restraint'."

Yosano supported his head with a sleepy expression, looked at the medical magazine in his hand with lowered eyelids, and turned a page casually.

"Even when you go to the university to help out on holidays, you have to report. Occasionally, you should let those students understand the value of life. The current students are too fragile psychologically."

She was referring to the fact that she used supernatural powers to "cure" a college student who committed suicide by jumping off a building in a nearby medical university a month ago.The student jumped from the third floor of the dormitory because of an emotional dispute.

It was not a very high height, and with the soft lawn downstairs, the student only had a few broken bones.She and Xie Ye often went to that medical university to help out during their breaks, and happened to pass by that day, so that simple student felt the "preciousness of life".

It was just x× him once with a scalpel, after all, it was at school, there was an unexpected situation, and the preparations were not enough - and Yosano so lightly replied to Ango Sakaguchi who asked about the matter later, there was a bit of meaning in his words.

If it were the original person in charge, he wouldn't care about her actions at all.However, Ango Sakaguchi immediately asked her to report all "amateur part-time jobs" that were "non-detective agency work", and she had to send an email to explain the situation to him within four hours after using the ability on ordinary people, so that the Secret Service Arrange psychological comfort for "victims" in time.

Lying on the kotatsu, holding the computer in the flower bag, he also echoed: "Indeed, that brother with glasses asked me to fill out the application form a few days ago, otherwise it would be an illegal intrusion into urban surveillance."

"Then have you filled it out?"

"I didn't fill it in, I replaced it with an urban surveillance system connected to the military and police system."

The special affairs department and the military police are two sets of management systems, and the counselor assistant of the special affairs department has no control over the affairs of the military and police.As a former hacker, Hanako is very good at exploiting loopholes in this kind of place.

"It's more troublesome than Kunikida." Ranbu also said with disgust, lying lazily on the low table, reaching out to take a piece of potato chips from the bag.

His distasteful tone made Kunikida who was sitting at the long table feel like he had been hit by an arrow in his knee.

He firmly believes that putting kotatsu in the detective agency is a bad habit of "killing one's mind". Although his own objection is completely overwhelmed by the support of other members headed by Hanakura, Kunikida still sticks to his final bottom line, That is the kotatsu that will never be placed near the pantry.

At this moment, Kunikida and Oda each occupied one side of the long table, one was looking at the detective agency's financial statements for the past year, and the other was polishing the first draft of a novel he had just finished.

Shocked by Ranpo's words, the report in Kunikida's hand was wrinkled, he coughed, and pretended to be nonchalant, chatting with Oda opposite him.

"Has the evidence about the kidnapping of children in the slums been sent to the Secret Service? It's almost a holiday. Let's finish this matter as soon as possible."

"Well, it has been sent in the morning, but the court should wait until the next year."

"There is no way around this. The court will still be on holiday, and there will be no court sessions during the New Year. But the Secret Service Division will also work overtime during the New Year. Sending it over now just allows them to complete the process internally during the New Year."

"Sounds like a lot of work."

"This kind of department is like this. After all, criminals will not suspend their criminal plans just because of the Chinese New Year."

Oda Sakunosuke took Kunikida's words seriously. When he was working in the port mafia, even if it was New Year's Day, as long as his boss called, he would have to drive him out of the house immediately.

The Mafia is so diligent, and the Secret Service Division responsible for dealing with the Mafia has to work overtime.

He remembered that when he went to the Secret Service to deliver evidence in the morning, he saw Ango in the Secret Service's base. The other party also looked haggard, with heavy circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for ten days.

Ango's expression was in a daze, and he "passed by" Oda only a few meters away, and he didn't notice Oda at all.

Probably because the work is very hard, and I am still working overtime as the end of the year approaches.This was the first time Oda saw Ango after leaving the Mafia, but Oda didn't stop him, and left after delivering the things.

The adults chatted with each other, while Nanako buried herself in peeling her oranges.

Winter is the season to eat oranges. The wrinkled orange peel is a bit ugly, like the wrinkled dry skin of an old man, but the peeled orange peel will emit a light and fresh aroma.

Nanako piled the peeled orange peels on the table, and continued to tear the tangerine from the pulp. It took a long time to finally peel the whole orange.

The orange-yellow orange was broken in half by her. She broke off a small piece of orange flesh, stuffed it into her mouth, and bit the flesh.

【……very sour. 】

Nanako felt that her mouth didn't belong to her anymore, and the pungent sour taste exploded in her mouth, from her mouth all the way to her brain, so sour that her whole body went numb.

Holding the orange in her hand, Nanako sat stiffly on the seat, motionless for a long time, and finally eased up a little bit, but the tip of her tongue was still a little numb.

Looking down at the orange in her hand, Nanako turned her head to look at Gogol who was sitting next to her. Gogol had also peeled his orange and was eating one by one.

Gogol is now much taller than Nanako. Even if she is still nestled in the kotatsu, Nanako has to raise her head to see his face. He is almost as tall as Ranpo.

Nanako lowered her head, broke off a piece of the orange in her hand, then raised her hand, and handed it to Gogol.

"Huh?" Gogol stopped eating the orange, tilted his head and looked at Nanako, "Do you want me to eat it?"

"Yeah." Nanako nodded, looking at him with a dull face.

Blinking his eyes, Gogol dragged his head and bit off the piece of orange from Nanako's hand with a dragged "Um~", and then moved his cheeks, biting the orange flesh in his mouth up.

In the next second, he also froze in place, sitting motionless in the kotatsu, the little braid hanging behind his head stopped shaking slightly.

Nanako stretched out her hand, broke off a piece of Gogol's orange, and took a bite carefully.

The orange in Gogol's hand is sweet.

Nanako thought for a while, put down the orange in her hand, reached for Gogol's orange, broke off half of it, and gave the orange she peeled to Ranbu to eat.

Ranpo was talking to Yosano and Kabuki, Nanako tugged at his sleeve, and held the orange in front of him.

He casually took the tangerine Nanako handed him, snapped off a piece and threw it into his mouth. In the next second, he maintained a half-open mouth posture, but he didn't continue to say another sentence.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Yosano turned his gaze from the magazine to Ranpo.

He closed his mouth very slowly, and the expression on Ranbu's face froze for five seconds, the sour taste in his mouth that was about to strike his brilliant brain finally dissipated most of it.

He replied nonchalantly: "It's nothing—speaking of which, there will be a lottery in the store during the New Year. We will..."

While talking, he naturally handed the orange in his hand to Yosano who was next to him, and Yosano also took it without knowing it, just thinking it was an orange that Nanako peeled for everyone to eat.

"By the way, buy some new office supplies, like a notice board—"

Yu Xie Ye put a piece of orange into her mouth, and she got stuck in the middle of her sentence. She clenched the hand holding the magazine page slightly for a moment, she lowered her eyes, but soon returned to normal, and then He handed the oranges in his hand to the flower bag sitting on the other side of her in order.

"...Is the ink pen running out too?" she continued.

"Could you bring me a new pillow by the way? By the way, there's a new glasses case." Kabuki moved a little from the kotatsu, broke off a piece of the orange that Xie Ye had put on the table, and was talking. Throw it into your mouth at the same time.

"When I was sleeping the night before yesterday, I accidentally crushed the glasses case on the side of the bedding in my sleep. Fortunately, the important glasses are in good condition. It's too—"

Like a robot whose pause button was suddenly pressed, his movement of retracting into the quilt stopped, and the next moment, he covered his head and nestled under the quilt.

The bulging ball of cotton was rolled back and forth in the quilt. After doing this a dozen times, the flower bag poked his head out from the edge of the quilt again. He reached out tremblingly and took down the oranges on the table. Then he said to Oda who was sitting at a long table:

"Brother Oda, do you want to try oranges? Oranges in winter are really sweet and delicious!"

Oda stopped writing, and he would naturally accept the kindness of his colleagues, so he put down the writing manuscript in his hand, took the orange from the hand of the flower bag, and tasted a piece.

Oda, who was so acided that his brain became chaotic for a moment: "..."

When he regained consciousness, all he saw were the encouraging eyes of Huadai and the others with smiles on their faces. Only Nanako was biting a piece of orange and was eating slowly. She lowered her head and didn't look at him. Gogol is reaching for a new orange.

Feeling as if he realized something, Oda hesitated, and handed the last two oranges in his hand to Kunikida.

Two oranges suddenly appeared in the field of vision, Kunikida was taken aback, but quickly reacted, took the orange that Oda handed him, and sent it to his mouth: "Thank you...cough cough, cough—— —!”

"Cough, this is—, cough cough cough cough...how...cough...!"

Kunikida, who was unprepared and soured, coughed violently. He leaned on the table and wanted to ask about the situation, but he was so choked that he couldn't speak a complete sentence. Finally, he swallowed the orange meat into his stomach. Stop coughing.

"What's going on here... cough!" He straightened up, feeling as if he had just escaped from acid hell.

"This is the so-called 'shared burden'! Kunikida." Ranpo said to him with a bright smile on his face, "This is an orange that Nanako has painstakingly peeled, of course I should eat all of it! "

What Kunikida guessed that Ranpo wanted to say was "share joys and sorrows" and "share happiness and suffer together". The sour taste that seemed to destroy his taste a moment ago seemed to remain on the tip of his tongue, lingering, all The taste bud nerves are still in a paralyzed state.

Hearing Ranpo's words, he subconsciously looked at Nanako, the "culprit".

Facing Uemuni Kida's hard gaze, Nanako stuffed the last piece of orange into her mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into her stomach, her pair of dark round eyes didn't blink, there was no wave in the slightest, and there was no expression There was no expression similar to "guilty" or "guilt" on his small face.

After eating the oranges, she stretched out her hand, took a tissue from the table, lowered her head and carefully wiped both hands clean, then grabbed the quilt covering her lap, and moved her butt.

Then silently retracted her little head under the kotatsu.

Like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.