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This chapter is a side story about the HE ending of Black Square Bourbon. If you like the BE ending, please skip this chapter.

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lonely Planet;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!Hello everyone, I am Yota Amuro.

My father is Toru Amuro, a private detective; my mother, Moli Amuro, is a traffic policeman.My father is smart and handsome, my mother is gentle and beautiful, and I live in a happy and ordinary family.

normal family?

- No wonder!

Let me tell you secretly, in fact, in my eyes, my parents have superpowers!

My dad, who looks virtuous and innocent with a smile on his face, can chase murderers thousands of miles away, making even serial killers terrified; my mother, who looks weak and kind, can knock down several criminals with knives with one hand.

——It’s almost the same as Captain America in Avengers!

As for me...

An unremarkable fifth-grade student of Didan Primary School, who accidentally gathered all the advantages of his parents~

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The plan of the day is in the morning.

Every morning at six o'clock, my dad gets up and goes out to exercise.

Every morning at seven o'clock, my mother also gets up and starts to go to work.

Who does the breakfast depends on the situation.

If Dad is not invited by the client to investigate the case, then he is usually responsible for three meals a day.Whenever my father is not busy, the bento box I bring to school can always be filled with all kinds of delicious meals, and it can even be the same for a week.But if my father is not at home, my bento box will only have ordinary rice balls or sushi. Occasionally, my mother will add a few pieces of fried tempura on a whim, and use ketchup to draw a horrible mouth. Bleeding smiley face...

I don't really want to open the bento box my mother prepared for me in front of my classmates, because I can't figure out which will come sooner, the bad food or the scene of social death.

But if my dad prepares a bento for me, then I will definitely invite my friends and friends, and when everyone leaves a few long strings of saliva enviously, I will call them to share my happy lunch together.

I heard my dad say that he studied cooking to take care of his mom, and I firmly believe it.If my mother is left alone at home, within three days she will be inseparable from the bread and bentos sold in convenience stores and those junk instant foods.It's not that mom doesn't know how to cook, it's just that she's too lazy to cook, and after years of persistent feeding by dad, she has completely degenerated.

Every day on the way home from school, I might run into my mother who was on duty in a small white patrol car. The person on duty with my mother was either Aunt Yumi or Aunt Miaozi, but it would not be a male traffic policeman anyway.

According to Auntie Yumi, this is because my father was too jealous. He once deduced face to face that a male traffic policeman who was on duty with his mother was disorderly in life, stepped on two boats, made the other party lose face, and was interviewed by his superiors. Let him handle personal relationships properly.Since then, no male traffic policeman has dared to court his mother again.

— Whoa, terrible dad.

He regards all men who approach his mother with ulterior motives as flies, and continues to suppress his love rivals tirelessly.

Yes, so my house rarely has male visitors, or even guests.Most of the clients went directly to Dad's detective agency.

I remember that before I was in elementary school, an uncle with scary eyes came to my house, wearing a knitted hat with subtle shapes, with a vicissitudes of life, and the creases under his eyes were so tired.My mother seemed to welcome this uncle, and kept saying that he was my father's savior. She also bought a lot of ingredients and planned to cook for him to thank him.

Of course, my dad stopped me.

I think, if my mother really wants to thank others, it's better not to cook by herself, it's better to invite others to a nearby restaurant for a meal!

So does she have a grudge against this knitting hat uncle?

I do not know.

But my dad didn’t hate the uncle in knitted hat as much as I imagined. Not only did he grind coffee with his own hands for him to drink with a smile, but he also added a few cubes of sugar for him with a smile.

Look at my virtuous and innocent father!

However, the uncle in the knitting hat didn't seem to appreciate it, and he didn't come here again.

Well, that’s how it looks anyway, apart from my dad and me, there are very few male animals around!

—Oh, not quite.

There is a beautiful couple who often come to the house to find their mother.Among them is a man with a pair of cat eyes, who always likes to make requests to his mother when his father is not present, "Why don't you seriously consider the possibility of returning", which will make my mother change the subject immediately, and his wife—— My mother said that she can be called "Auntie Wei" or "Auntie Mingzi"—the beauty who often touches my head with a smile and praises me for being a clever little ghost, who will definitely be a hundred times better than my father in the future.

Sure, they're mom's friends.

When Dad was present, the couple held teacups and smiled like a smile, especially the man with cat eyes. He probably hated Dad very much, and never took the initiative to talk to Dad. When he had to talk , It is also all kinds of picky and fault-finding.And Aunt Mingzi would even complain, "Why would Jasmine like this kind of bastard if he is really a black-faced guy?" Even though she thought her voice was already very quiet, everyone's ears were actually very good.

Sure, they're Dad's enemies.

The little me suddenly had a big question mark: what happened between them?It shouldn't be, my dad is a well-known super popular handsome guy, he is generally recognized as having a good temper and a good personality, so how could he turn against others?

It’s weird.

Speaking of which, even though my dad is over forty years old, he is still very popular.Not to mention that in the nearby high school and university, every day, female students go to the cake shop opposite the office and wait for their father to show up. Even the female clients who come to visit every time, up to 80 years old, down to no one The exception will be fascinated by the demeanor of the father.No way, who made him so handsome, sincere and reliable?

——Dad, my idol, eternal God...

Also, every year when the parent meeting is held, Dad is always surrounded by a group of mothers, and he can easily get trophies at the parent-child sports meeting. Now I have five trophies at home-I am not sleepy when I talk about this , I can talk for three days and three nights... If there is no accident, next year my dad will definitely win the last trophy of my elementary school career as promised.

Collect a set, maybe you can summon the dragon.

——No, maybe I can only call my mother who doesn't like to participate in parent-teacher meetings and parent-child sports games.

Sosad.

Regarding my father's occupation, you may think what a private investigator can do. Besides, my father is the kind of private investigator who does not easily cooperate with the police. Dad earns a lot of money, and I don't know if he has any special way to make money, maybe it's...horse racing?

When you mention horse racing, you have to mention the Maori detective agency two streets away.The person in charge of his family, Uncle Mao Li (or grandpa?) turned out to be a famous detective, but my mother said that he disappeared from the public afterward.

not understand.

Can a person's talent still disappear?Was it amnesia caused by a meteorite flying from the sky, or was it knocked stupid by a billboard falling by the roadside?

But the son-in-law of this uncle Maori is amazing.

It is the well-known Japanese police savior Kudo Shinichi!

Often on TV!

Unlike Dad, Detective Kudo often cooperates with the police in handling cases. Although this kind of official commission is often not as profitable as Dad's private commission, it cannot stand up to his high reputation.Dad doesn't care about these things, as long as he can earn money to support his family, he doesn't care about fame or not.

In my mind, the only exception is the time when my mother was targeted by a serial killer.I was in third grade, and there was a guy who preyed on young married women and was doing crimes near my house.The police appealed to high-risk groups to minimize going out or traveling together, and also invited Detective Kudo to participate in the investigation.Even though my mother repeatedly emphasized that if she ran into a gangster, who would be more unlucky, my father was still worried, for fear that my mother would be caught by accident.Later, Dad took the initiative to find the police and cooperated sincerely with the Japanese police he "hated" the most.

With my father around (of course, Detective Kudo also contributed), the murderer who fled to Kyushu quickly came to justice, and the crisis that my mother might face was resolved in this way.

- What a joy!

Sometimes, adults are disgusting too.

For example, Dad doesn't receive entrusted tasks every week. In most cases, he is relatively leisurely.

Whenever he was idle at home for more than a week, he would sigh, pinch the fat on his stomach that didn't exist (in my opinion, it was clearly an eight-pack abs), and say with a sad face: "Oh, I feel old again Well... it's useless, I haven't given Yang too many brothers and sisters after working hard for so long."

I:"……!"

Dad!What inexplicable things are you talking about!Children are prohibited!Mom stares at you!You are done!Quickly reflect on me!

—Wow!What a disgusting adult!

This level of nausea is acceptable, but it will be even more disgusting if my mother joins in.

For another example, whenever Dad solves a new entrusted task effortlessly, he is like a peacock on his tail (I don’t mean to belittle him at all, my dad is always a god...) Silently showing off himself The achievements of the past, the kind of pride that makes us unable to ignore the past, really hurt my bright and wise eyes.

At this time, my mother would say: "Dear Tou, you are already so good that there is no room for further improvement."

Dad: "Hmph, of course."

—Wow!Super disgusting adults!

Dear Mr. Amuro, can't you be a little more humble? !

Well, that's the end of the matter, I have to repeat--

My father, the eternal god...

Menstrual illness.