After becoming a chaotic daughter

A young and slender boy stood at a busy intersection.

According to the division of the month, Yokohama has entered "autumn" at this time, but as the saying goes, "the heat is in the three volts" and "the volts after autumn". There is plenty of air-conditioning in the shop, and the passers-by on the road shuffled in frustration, with sweat dripping from their clothes.

But only this boy, he was wearing a leather peaked cap and dark shade glasses, a long-sleeved shirt with a slightly open neckline, a pair of high-waisted red plaid overalls with a loose belt around his waist. It was tightly wrapped, even his hands were wearing leather gloves that fitted the fingers, and there was even a gray-brown short windbreaker with a red collar on his shoulders.

If an uninformed person saw his outfit, he would probably think that the place he was in now was not the streets of Yokohama, Japan in September, but a small country in northern Europe with a higher latitude.

The boy's complexion was very fair, a porcelain white that hadn't seen the sun all year round. The light-shielding glasses covered his sleepy expression. He was standing under a street sign on the side of the road, sitting with his right arm wrapped around his body. A black-haired puppet in a red dress, holding a slender tobacco rod in his left hand, slowly took a puff of the cigarette holder with lowered eyes, then raised his head and slowly exhaled misty smoke.

Ayatsuji Xingren, at that time, a super-level dangerous supernatural person on the key monitoring list of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, with the supernatural name [Another]. Natural disasters like earthquakes and tsunamis cannot be avoided.

File code name——[Murder Detective]

At present: the 167th time, he escaped the surveillance of the special agents, slipped out of his "residence" leisurely, bought a ticket when passing by the station, and got off the train in Yokohama, a neighboring city 28 kilometers away from Tokyo.

As if he couldn't feel the heat coming from the ground, from the air, from the sky - all directions, he stood under the scorching sun for a long time, and finally got a little tired from standing. Wanted to find a place nearby to sit for a while, and then wait for those incompetent guys from the Secret Service to locate him after hours of hard work, and send a group of agents to fetch him back to his "residence".

However, there is one small problem.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian had never been to Yokohama before. Although he knew the city's traffic roads well, he didn't know where he could have a cup of coffee nearby, so he patiently stood by the road sign against the scorching sun After standing for a while, I saw a passerby.

"Child."

Lighting the cigarette stick in his hand in the void, Ayatsuji Pedestrian stopped the little luotou who was carrying a schoolbag and slowly passing by him.

Wearing a round sun hat, on the way back to the detective agency after school, Nanako stopped in her tracks, raised her head to look around, and found that she was the only one around, so she was sure that the boy behind her was calling her .

So she turned her head and raised some expressionless faces again, and the cold face of the young man appeared under the round brim of the hat in her field of vision.

Nanako tilted her head, and said "hmm", with a slightly raised questioning tone at the end.

"Is there a coffee shop near here?" Ayatsuji Pedestrian asked her in a flat tone, white smoke was still slowly rising from the pipe in his hand.

【weirdo. 】

Still wearing such tight strange clothes on a hot day, holding a doll in her hand, Nanako stared at him for a while with her dark eyes, and finally landed on the pipe in his hand, paused for a few seconds, then moved away. To the wall behind the boy.

There is a striking red sign on the old concrete wall: a burning cigarette, and the bright red X on the cigarette.

Ayatsuji pedestrian followed the direction of her gaze, turned his head and glanced at the sign on the wall with a calm expression, then looked away, shook the cigarette rod in his hand nonchalantly, and said, "That's a paper cigarette."

The implication is that his pipe is not within the range of "smoke" in this "no smoking here".

Nanako didn't understand the slightly technical vocabulary like [paper cigarette], but she understood the movements of Ayatsuji pedestrian.

She thought about it, and felt that what Ayatsuji pedestrians said made sense.

So Nanako stopped worrying about this irrelevant question, nodded, and answered the other party's initial question of "Is there a coffee shop?" She raised her short hand and pointed in the direction of the detective agency.

She didn't quite know the way to Yokohama, but the nearest coffee shop she knew was the [Whirlpool Cafe] downstairs of the Detective Agency.

Pointing the way to the other party, Nanako put down her small hand and continued walking towards the detective agency with her small schoolbag on her back.With a pipe in his mouth, Ayatsuji pedestrian followed behind her unhurriedly, looking casually at the roadside scenery.

Unlike Tokyo, which is the political center, since the great war six years ago, Yokohama has become a chaotic "city outside the law". Every day there are disputes.But in the urban center of Yokohama, the life of the residents is still orderly, and it looks no different from the stable Tokyo.

He quickly lost interest in the surrounding environment, and turned his attention to the child who was walking slowly like a calf in front of him.

The school uniform happened to be a school he knew, Yokohama's famous private aristocratic elementary school Holy Night Academy, and the semi-new schoolbag had a round cartoon logo of [First Grade Month Group] on it, so the age should be six to seven years old .

He is shorter than his peers. He looks only about five years old, but he doesn't look thin. The skin on his face is fair and healthy, and his black hair is tied into a short bun at the back of his head. Pulling, protruding from under the sun hat, it looks like a goat's short tail, and the tail of the hair is frizzy and dry caused by lack of nutrition.When I was young, I should have been undernourished for a long time, and it was not until the last year that I changed my living environment and improved significantly.

The opportunity to change her living environment was being adopted. The person who adopted her was a young man with a good life but not very good at taking care of children, so although the hats and schoolbags on his body were all new, the straps of the schoolbag were still tied with the latest It is a child alarm, but the school uniforms they are wearing are obviously thrown directly into the washing machine, and have not been ironed, some wrinkles, and the way of braiding is also very sloppy.

There should be familiar women around to help take care of it occasionally, maybe people like neighbors, and the children's hair rope with pigtails is probably chosen or given by that "woman".

……

After passing an intersection and walking along the Linhai Trail for 3 minutes, a red brick building standing at the intersection of a busy street appeared in front of the pedestrians of Ayatsuji.

Taking Ayatsuji pedestrians to the door of the Uzumaki Cafe, Nanako suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes fell on the small patch of shadow on the side of the steps at the door of the cafe.

There is a three-coloured cat lying lazy all the time.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian looked down at the little boy who stopped in front of him, and found that the child's dark and unwavering eyes were like an underground pool. At this moment, he was staring straight at the three-coloured cat. waves.

"Meow." She suddenly called out in an unwavering tone.

In the next second, the pedestrians in Ayatsuji saw the lazy cat just now, as if they heard some terrible and dangerous noise, the hair on its back was brushed up, and when they turned their heads and saw the little girl, they immediately "Meow!" He yelled loudly, ran away quickly, jumped into the bushes on the side of the road and disappeared.

There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in the little girl's eyes.

Carrying a small schoolbag, she slowly climbed up the steps at the entrance of the coffee shop with short legs.Ayatsuji Xingren followed her, and when she tried to open the glass door with her shoulder, she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open. The little carrot head in front of his leg suddenly lost what it was leaning on, and almost fell down , Ayatsuji pedestrian stretched out his hand, grabbed her schoolbag, picked her up and put her on the floor inside the door, let go of his hand, and walked into the coffee shop leisurely holding the cigarette rod in his hand.

He sat down at a random place in front of the bar, took a puff of cigarette slowly, and said to the owner behind the bar in a cold tone: "Coffee, a piece of brown sugar, no creamer."

"Okay, my guest." The shopkeeper who was cleaning the cup put down the porcelain cup in his hand, and did not change his amiable attitude because of his indifferent tone, "This shop does not allow smoking, please put out the cigarette .”

A slightly impatient look appeared on the boy's face, and his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was not willing to follow the manager's words to extinguish the pipe in his hand, but the manager smiled politely and said to him: "Smoking is not good for children's health."

Accompanied by his words, a fluffy little head poked out from the high chair on the right side of Ayatsuji pedestrian.

Nanako, who was carrying a small schoolbag, climbed onto the chair, leaned on the edge of the bar and sat down, then raised her little head, and said to the store manager: "One strawberry cake, one more, mango pudding, pack it for Dad, thank you .”

"..." Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at the little radish growing beside him, and silently put down the cigarette stick in his hand.

The coffee and cake were quickly placed in front of the boy and Xiaoluotou respectively. Ayatsuji pedestrian held the newspaper he got from the store manager in one hand, and the coffee just delivered in the other hand. He took a sip occasionally and sat down. Beside him, Nanako was dangling her short legs, slowly eating the sweet strawberries on the cake.

The newspaper is the daily newspaper in Yokohama. Apart from major events such as the election of the Congress, it is the latest news in Yokohama, such as illegal organization of armed fights, homicides, port smuggling, scandals of rich people, and so on. In Yokohama, incidents can emerge one after another within a day, and the police who want to come here are probably very busy.

He turned to the last page of a newspaper, folded the newspaper and put it on the side of the bar. Ayatsuji pedestrians turned their heads and glanced at the clock hanging in the store. Three hours and 27 minutes had passed since he "escaped". , but the Secret Service Division has yet to find them. It seems that these guys' professional abilities have been blunted again.

Since they are all going to be supervised, he sincerely hopes that the Secret Service Section can be replaced by a group of more capable people, at least not to make him worry that one day the Secret Service Section under the Ministry of Internal Affairs will be taken over by the judicial organs of the Ministry of Justice. Overturned - stupidity is a minor issue after all, but if he is taken over by a bunch of stupid and bad guys, what will his powers be used for? The little radish head on the website can think of it.

He lowered his eyes and was about to turn his face away when he suddenly saw a child appearing out of nowhere outside the glass door of the coffee shop.

——Out of nothing.

Like a character who was suddenly pasted into the background layer, it appeared there abruptly and without warning, holding a corner of something like a small blanket in his hand, standing at the door and folding Well, hugging her in her arms, she slowly opened the door and walked in.

It was a little boy with golden eyes and obvious Nordic features in appearance. His silvery-white long hair with some curving curves was braided into a three-strand braid, hanging behind his fluffy little head. He was wearing ordinary little boy clothes. Wearing a T-shirt and sports shorts in summer, he has a slender figure, but his small face looks unusually energetic.

Children with supernatural powers.

And, killed people.

Ayatsuji pedestrians lowered their heads and took a sip of coffee, not paying attention to the little boy who ran in.

"Go back to the detective agency?" the little boy asked with a pleasant smile on his face and a slightly strange accent to the little carrot sitting on his right.

"Cake, there's a little more." Little Carrot answered him with no expression on his face, biting the spoon.

"Then go back after eating~" the little boy said briskly.

【Detective Agency】——As a "murder detective" who can be regarded as a "detective", Ayatsuji pedestrian's eyes moved slightly, and his ears keenly caught the word.

A detective agency located in Yokohama.

Neighborhood near the sea.

Red brick building.

He accurately located his current location on the map in his mind, and suddenly realized that this was a somewhat familiar place.

Yokohama's organization of supernatural beings, the Armed Detective Agency, is located on the fourth floor of this building, less than 15 meters directly above him.

I heard that there is an extraordinary detective in this detective firm who has solved nearly 1 cases in four years, an average of two cases a day, and has never had a reasoning error. After the scene is discovered, the murderer can be pointed out and the truth can be seen within [-] minute.

as well as,

It was said that he, Ayatsuji pedestrian, was a "useless third-rate detective".

Adopted child, new guardian is a young male, well-off, can't take care of children, pack pudding for dad, go back to the detective agency...

The scattered information was connected together in the young man's mind, and then a clear [truth] gradually emerged.

After trying hard to finish the remaining half of the cake, Nanako clumsily climbed down from the high chair with her cheeks bulging. While chewing the cake in her mouth, she raised her head to get the schoolbag on the chair.

As soon as she raised her little head, she met the cold and unwavering gaze of Ayatsuji Pedestrian.

Pulling the strap of her schoolbag, Nanako also raised her dull face, and met the boy's indifferent gaze from behind the blackout glasses with her dark and emotionless eyes.

Nanako: "..."

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "..."

After staring at each other in silence for a minute, Ayatsuji pedestrian opened his bloodless thin lips, and suddenly uttered a slightly mocking particle: "... Heh."

Nanako raised her short hand and scratched her head, not knowing what he was doing.

Pulling the small schoolbag off the chair and putting it on her back, she tiptoed, took the packed mango pudding from the bar, and walked side by side with Gogol, who was holding a blanket, towards the door of the cafe.

"Who is that?" Gogol asked.

Together with Nanako, he pushed open the glass door of the coffee shop, letting Nanako get out through the crack of the door first.

"...I met on the road," Nanako paused, thought about the thick and strange clothes of Ayatsuji pedestrians, and the doll he was carrying, and then said slowly: "おたく (Otaku) .”

"Hmm? What's that?"

"People who read comics and games, and then dress like the characters in them, like to buy figurines."

"Oh oh oh!"

Nanako and Gogol went out through the crack of the door together, and the glass door was closed tightly again, cutting off their conversation, and only through the transparent glass could one see the two children walking through the door of the coffee shop one after the other. He jumped down step by step on the steps, and his figure quickly disappeared.

After refilling a cup of coffee for Ayatsuji pedestrian, the elegant and gentlemanly store manager praised the young man very implicitly: "Your figurine looks very delicate and cute."

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "..."

For some reason, the coffee in my hand suddenly seemed to lose its aroma.