After becoming a chaotic daughter

Edogawa Ranpo felt that the daughter he picked up was a nasty little brat.

The detective's intuition is absolutely infallible. Children are troublemakers. If he had known that the cost of eating one ice cream was two missing pieces of birthday cake, he would definitely——won't Bring Nanako back!

It is completely different from what he imagined. In Edogawa Ranpo's imagination, being a father should be a majestic, powerful, and interesting thing, but the "daughter" he wants to raise is not at all. A cute, unresponsive kid who will steal his cake.

The young man who was originally full of interest did not feel the joy of "being a father" from the idiot daughter at all. He only found it troublesome, and the enthusiasm quickly disappeared without a trace in 3 minutes. Compared with "raising a idiot daughter" such a thing , or comics and game consoles are more interesting.

but,

Although taking care of little kids is something he doesn't like to do, but this does not prevent Ranpo Edogawa from excitedly hugging the "cheap daughter" he just picked up two days ago when he received a new commission Go out and show off.

look!He has a daughter!Live!

Ranbu just wore the title of "Dad" with a happy expression on his face. Although this title came so casually and seemed useless when I thought about it, it sounded like a powerful title no matter what.

He seemed to be showing off his newly acquired rare marbles, out-of-print cards, or other rare things. When he got out of the taxi, he hugged Nanako in front of Police Officer Yasui, as if he was showing Officer Yasui a girl he just got from A new doll from a claw machine.

"This is……?"

As an uncle in his thirties with both sons and daughters, Rao Shi and Ranpo are already very familiar, and Officer Yasui didn't get the subtext of Ranpo's action at the first time.

He stared blankly at the spot, staring at Nanako with a blank face for a few seconds, and vaguely discerned a faint "mdzz" from those black pupils that were as calm as ancient wells.

Ranbu, who was inexplicably happy, answered his question in a very cheerful tone: "Look! My daughter!"

"?"

Officer Yasui slowly raised a question mark.

He and Ranpo are already old acquaintances. It can be said that since Ranpo first became famous in Yokohama, as a city policeman in charge of criminal cases, he will deal with Ranpo every now and then, and it has been more than three years now. It was the first time he knew that Ranpo had a "daughter".

As a mature police officer, based on his understanding of Ranpo, Yasui thought for a moment and felt that he knew the truth.

"Choose a child lost on the side of the road as a daughter, and you may be suspected of child abduction, Mr. Ranbu."

"No!" Luanpo, who was under suspicion, retorted police officer Yasui a little unhappy, "I didn't pick it up from the side of the road! She asked me to be her father!" Daughter, "Nanako, call Dad!"

Nanako opened her swarthy eyes, without a trace of brilliance in her pupils, she looked like a real doll, and she obediently called out:

"dad."

The black-haired boy answered the phrase "Dad" with his head held high, with a pride that Police Officer Yasui couldn't understand on his childish face...and even a little complacent.

Ranpo put Nanako down, and Nanako, who finally stepped on the solid ground, was silently relieved in her heart. Being hugged by Ranbu, she always felt that she might fly out the next moment.

With one hand holding the cake she bought from the coffee shop not long ago, and with the other hand grabbing Ranpo's cape, Nanako leaned against Ranpo, listening to Ranpo, Kunikida and this unknown police uncle Talk about the case.

A bunch of complex words that she couldn't understand, even if Nanako concentrated all her attention and tried her best to grasp those sporadic familiar syllables, she still had a hard time listening, which was even more difficult to understand than Level [-] or Level [-] listening comprehension.

After listening for a while, she only knew that it seemed to be a homicide case. Someone died and their heads fell off. The scene of the crime was in some kind of store. It should be the cordoned jewelry store not far away.There seems to be a bomb, and the pronunciation of 【ばくだん】is familiar.

Let the private detective agency intervene in the investigation of the murder case—Nanako still feels that this kind of plot is as abnormal as writing a novel.

Especially the so-called "detectives", one looks very innocent and easy to deceive, and the other looks like a student, even novels dare not write like this, it is simply a setting that only teenagers have.

But this is Japan. Nanako reflected on herself and felt that Japan cannot be inferred from the common sense of China. After all, this is a country that can save the world from kindergarten to high school students.

She silently pricked up her ears and tried her best to listen for a while, but she couldn't understand anything else.

"Shall we go to the scene now?" Officer Yasui asked Ranpo after explaining the case.

"Then go and have a look~" Ranbu answered him briskly, then looked down at Nanako who was holding on to the cape tightly, "Do you want to go in with Dad to see the corpse?"

【dead body】

Nanako probably guessed that the word meant "corpse" by now. She struggled to translate what Ranpo said word by word into Chinese she could understand. Nanako waved and made a gesture of repelling.

"What kind of corpse is the kid looking at? Go and go." He frowned disapprovingly, with a stern face that looked a little scary, "I'll just ask a subordinate to help you look at the kid, don't kill the kid casually." Take it on the spot."

"Hey~~~Anyway, she won't be afraid."

Luanbu dragged his tone and complained, but he didn't care too much in his tone. He muttered things like "it's not cute at all" and "can't scare her", but he didn't care. I have to take Nanako in with me.

"Nanako, you are waiting outside for Dad, you are not allowed to steal the cake."

He put on an "adult" posture and said to Nanako, and then handed Nanako to a small policeman called by Police Officer Yasui.

The little police officer who had admired Ranpo's name for a long time took this task with trepidation, patted his chest and promised to protect "Mr. Ranpo's important daughter", and carefully led Nanako to watch the three of them enter the scene.

Nanako looked up at the little police officer who was leading her, not understanding why the other party had such a cautious and nervous look, as if what was delivered to him was not a kid, but a grenade that might explode at any time.

The little policeman bought a box of children's milk for Nanako. Nanako sat on the flower bed with the cake in her arms, and sipped the milk with a straw. When she was about to finish drinking the milk, Officer Yasui and the others came out of the store.

From a distance away, Nanako could only see Police Officer Yasui make a phone call, and then said a few words to Ranpo, and then he didn't know what to order to his subordinates.

The communicator on the waist of the little policeman sitting next to Nanako suddenly called out, making a sharp beeping sound, telling everyone to gather.

The leisurely and peaceful atmosphere just now suddenly tightened up. Sitting on the edge of the flower bed with her head down, Nanako was still trying to drink the last bit of milk in the box, sucking hard on the straw. Before she could realize what happened, she suddenly He was picked up by the little police officer, held in his arms, ran into a police car, and sat in the back of the police car.

There is a booster seat for children under the buttocks, and the seat belt is fastened securely. The police car whistles and roars all the way away. Three minutes later, it stops at the gate of the police station with Nanako on it.

If it weren't for the fact that the policeman was holding her, the police car she was sitting in, and the destination was the police station, she would have thought that she was suddenly snatched away by human traffickers.

Nanako, who was carried out of the car, bit the straw and nervously sucked up the last bit of milk in the milk carton with her expressionless face.

"...Dad, where are you?"

Sitting on a chair in the lobby of the police station, Nanako stared blankly at the little police officer with her dark, unlit eyes and asked.

The young police officer seemed to be bringing a lot of children, and he coaxed Nanako skillfully: "Nanako's father went to help the police uncles catch the villains, can I wait here for Nanako? After catching the villains, Nanako's father will Will come to pick you up."

Nanako: "..."

She thought about her cheap father who "looks like he has a face that is easy to deceive", and her heart gradually became heavy.

[It's over, it must have been taken hostage by the prisoner. 】

Nanako was worried.

Sure enough, it's better to change her father. If Luanbu becomes her father, she not only has to worry about her father being fired and laid off, but also has to be careful about his "heroic death".

Writers who write novels are not necessarily physically weak, but there is no doubt that "Edogawa Ranpo" is a typical homeboy. He never even took physical education class in elementary school.

She felt that she already knew the reason why "Edogawa Ranpo" could not continue to work in Fukuzawa Yukichi's detective agency. Whether it was Sherlock Holmes or Akechi Kogoro, the "detective" who may face at any time A murderer's profession, a physical waste who can't even run 800 meters is obviously impossible to do well.

"Uh... Nanako?"

The little police officer looked at Nanako's paralyzed face that had never changed, and for some reason, he just saw a bit of seriousness.

"It's okay." Nanako said to the policeman, trying her best to make her pronunciation more standard.

Little policeman: "?"

[You have tried your best. 】

This sentence is a bit long, Nanako tried to convey her meaning to the little policeman with her eyes, but the effect was not very good, the little policeman couldn't see anything from her numb eyes at all, only felt that she deserved to be a random step The husband's daughter, even her eyes are so unfathomable... Or to put it more directly, creepy.

Nanako gave up, she pursed her lips, sat quietly on the chair with the cake in her arms, her head hung down and she stopped talking.

Thinking that Nanako knew about it, the little police officer felt relieved.

Although she looks very young, Nanako has always been obedient and well-behaved, even a little precocious, not like a five or six-year-old child at all.The young police officer attributed all these "special features" to Nanako being "Mr. Ranpo's daughter", and accepted this recognition without any obstacles.

He told Nanako a few more words, telling her to find the police lady sitting behind the counter next to her if she had anything to do, Luanbu would come to pick her up soon, don't run around, if you are bored, you can read the comic books under the bookshelf or call the police Miss sister... a bunch of words like this, and finally I was reluctant to give up, and went to work step by step.

Nanako sat on the chair and watched the chatty little policeman finally leave. Holding the cake in her arms, she began to hang her head in a daze without moving, waiting for the chaotic steps of "help the police uncle catch the bad guys" to pick him up at the police station. She—although she thinks that it is more likely that she should wait for Luanbu who was "rescued from the villains by the police uncle" to pick her up.

Like a potted plant in a corner, she sat silently on a chair, waiting patiently.

At twelve noon, I had lunch with the police lady.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I had a cream puff for afternoon tea.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the place of daze was transferred from the waiting chair to behind the counter.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Nanako had already played three rounds of Plants vs. Zombies with the mobile phone of the police lady. The chocolate on the chocolate cake was about to melt, and no one came to pick her up.

The sun outside was gradually setting towards the west, and it was almost dusk, and it was time for elementary school to end.

Nanako sat back on the chair outside the counter, hugged the cake, raised her head, stared at the clock hanging on the wall without blinking, the second hand was ticking, ticking, going round and round , People coming and going in the police station, no one noticed that there was a short little carrot sitting in the corner.

[It's over, the new father won't hang up. 】

she thought with a little worry.

The author has something to say:

Today's cake hasn't been delivered yet

Nanako: Alright, is this a day of prostitution?