This famous detective is too cute

"Mr. An, Mr. Amuro... slow down... a little... woohoo!"

Abel, who was so shocked by the sudden drift of the Mazda that he couldn't speak properly, tried his best to press the car window and glanced at Toru Amuro who was sitting in the driver's seat, wanting to speak to persuade him to be more rational. , he could catch up by driving hard, and he didn't have to work so hard, but he bit his tongue before he finished speaking, the pain made him tremble, and tears secreted unconsciously from his eyes.

Toru Amuro's expression was very excited after he touched the steering wheel, and his expression became even less like a good person when he was racing. He kept gloomy with a crazy smile, ignored Abel's dissuasion, and drove the car directly to the next street, and then a beautiful Flicking his tail, he stopped in front of the rider thief who was running wildly on a motorcycle with a woman's bag on his back.

"boom!"

The thief was vigilant enough to stop before hitting the car, but before he could yell at Toru Amuro, the dark-skinned young man slammed open the car door and knocked the other person's handlebar.

"Are you sick?!"

The thief was very angry when he was slammed into the front of his car by the other party. He stared at Toru Amuro and took out a metal rod from the backpack behind him.

"Sorry sorry, my driving skills are not very good."

Toru Amuro didn't hold back when he saw this, he just rolled up his sleeves, stroked his hair, and brushed all the small hairs on his forehead that affected the realization to the back of his head.

"Stinky boy!"

Seeing Amuro transparently being provocative, the hot-blooded thief was not in a hurry to escape, grabbing the metal rod in his hand and eagerly trying to teach this ignorant brat a lesson.

He waved the metal stick in his hand at the blond man in front of him. Toru Amuro dodged it. According to the inertia, the metal stick should be swung steadily into the air, and then the thief lost his support and fell to the ground. But Toru Amuro He dodged, and Abel, who climbed out crookedly in the co-pilot, did not dodge.

"An, Mr. Amuro..."

The silver-white long-haired young man got out of the passenger seat out of breath, covering his mouth with one hand, and looked a little aggrieved.

He vaguely called Amuro Toru, but with the other hand he accurately grasped the metal rod that the thief was waving towards Amuro Toru. He acted very lightly, as if he didn't feel the menacing attack at all. .

He just complained pitifully, "Please don't drive so fast next time..."

"If you really want to drive so fast, please let me know in advance so that I can get off early."

He said so, as if he didn't feel the pressure on his hands at all, and his attention was all on the tongue that was bitten by him.

Toru Amuro was taken aback, he didn't expect that the ex-priest, who usually looks very weak and submissive, would be able to suppress a metal rod wielded by a middle-aged man without changing his face, and he didn't even take the pressure seriously at all.

Originally, there was some excitement and evil spirits on his face after racing, but now he saw the other party weakly accusing him, and at the same time suppressing a fierce villain without any pressure, Amurotou's expression changed from being confident. Became at a loss.

"...Ah, I see."

He looked at the former priest with a complicated expression, and thought that he was indeed worthy of being the daughter of the Baishi family, even if he just ran a small shop that seemed inconspicuous, he would be crouching.

With Fuheisher Zhuyu in front, he never thought that the second clerk hired by Yuki Shiraishi was so powerful, especially the clerk who looked so ordinary and weak, even if he was good-looking enough to be a model, He would look tall and handsome if he straightened his back, but Toru Amuro really never thought that this man could easily overwhelm a strong young man with a weapon in his hand who seemed to be not weaker than him in height and shape.

"Damn it, let go!"

Abel's slender fingers that looked like knuckles firmly grasped the top of the metal rod, and the thief who couldn't even pull it out was so angry that he lost his mind.

He took out a small knife from the pocket of his overalls, and slashed directly at the handbook holding his metal rod.

"Wow! What are you doing, don't brandish such a dangerous weapon in public!"

Before his knife fell into Abel's hand, the silver-white long-haired young man seemed to have noticed that there was someone in front of him. He let go of the metal rod holding his hand as if frightened, and then Watching the opponent lose support again and fall to the ground following inertia.

"...But, damn it..."

The second shot was empty, and the thief, who was still in close contact with the ground with his face, began to doubt his life. While spitting out dust from his mouth, he looked at the two behind him who suddenly appeared in the process of robbing with hatred. The little boy X2 who came out, oh no, looking at Toru Amuro's dark skin, he uttered a little black face again bitterly.

Hey, Toru Amuro was fine at first, but after hearing the little black face, his face completely turned black.

"Mr. Abel, that man is too dangerous, please come here and don't get close to him."

Toru Amuro looked back at Abel with a complicated face, and smiled at the stern thief who had just got up from the ground. He snapped his fingers, clenched his hands into fists and walked towards him.

The tragic situation of Mr. Thief afterwards was so sad that the listeners shed tears. Only the woman who took back her bag in Anhao was grateful.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The name of the woman whose handbag was robbed was Ikeda Sayuri, a noble lady who did not change her elegant demeanor even though there were signs of aging on her face.

She was originally a visitor to Yokohama, and was planning to wander around the commercial street, but she didn't expect that someone would stare at the bag in her hand.

It doesn't matter if the money in the bag is taken away, but the problem is the bag in her hand, which is the only lady's handbag in the world designed for her by her close friend Fusha Hui, a well-known fashion brand designer. , if this bag is snatched away, it will never be bought again.

Sayuri Ikeda is over fifty years old, and she has bright crow's feet when she smiles, but this does not detract from the elegance and gentleness in her smile, as well as the amorousness in her gestures. It is no wonder that thieves will stare at her. After all, this No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an ordinary family can cultivate it.

"Oh, no, no, you don't need to thank me, Mr. Amuro helped." Perhaps it was because he was a professional priest before. When Sayuri Ikeda thanked him, she walked towards Abel without thinking, probably because he The temperament on the body is too harmless, and the smile on the face is healing enough.

When Ms. Sayuri Ikeda held hands, the ex-priest naturally showed the gentle and loving expression when facing the believers. His eyes were slightly closed and drooped, like the blue eyes of a winter lake. Looking at Sayuri Ikeda holding his hand, with a faint smile on his face, he bent down and lowered his head, whispering something in the other's ear.

Toru Amuro didn't hear what the two of them said clearly, but saw that Ms. Sayuri Ikeda quickly calmed down after being comforted by Abel. She thanked the two of them politely again and left. .

"Oh, today is really thrilling..." After saying goodbye to Ms. Sayuri Ikeda, Abel smiled innocently at Toru Amuro's gaze, "Although I heard Ms. Yuki mention that The streets of Yokohama may be chaotic, but I didn't expect this kind of chaos."

There were thieves robbing in broad daylight, which opened his eyes.

"It's almost time, let's stop here today, Mr. Amuro?" Abel didn't seem to notice that Toru Amuro's expression staring at him became more serious. He just pointed to the time displayed on the phone screen and asked softly.

"Well, hard work."

Shiraishi Yuki raised her head when she heard the doorbell, and saw that Abel, who was going to learn how to drive, had returned. She greeted him with a smile, "How are you doing, is Amuro-kun a good teacher?"

Originally it was just an ordinary question, but Abel's relaxed and happy expression suddenly became extremely strange and complicated after hearing it. He nodded stiffly, and only sighed, "Mr. Amuro is very powerful." But with a bit of fear.

This made Shiraishi Yuki very curious.

What kind of devil coach is Toru Amuro to make Abel, a former priest and vampire hunter, show such a complicated look.

And Abel met Shiraishi Yuki's encouraging (but actually curious) eyes, and suddenly felt that he was Alexander.

If Ms. Yuuki wants to train him to be a driver who can fly the car like Mr. Amuro in the short term, then she thinks highly of him too much.

It was he who had disgraced the vampire.

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Edogawa ranpo sat on his desk, asked Haruno Kirako to open a bottle of wave soda for himself as usual, then gulped and drank the soda, burped contentedly, and stared at the glass beads in the bottle I watched for a while.

"Hungry." He mumbled suddenly, frowning as he looked at the potato chips and rough snacks he had put in the snack cabinet, and felt that eating them was too dry.

He wants to eat something less dry, such as puffs, or...cream cake.

However, when he thinks of cream cakes, the first thing that pops into his mind is not the black forest or chocolate cream cakes that are served daily by the "Vortex" downstairs, but the ones that he hasn't tasted for a long time, and they don't look very luxurious. A hard cream cake with only a small flower decoration on the surface.

Thinking of the texture of the cake, he couldn't help but think of the person who made it.

That little black-haired girl with rare light golden eyes.

Edogawa Ranpo's memory is not bad, so he quickly remembered the black-haired and blue-eyed boy who worked in Shiraishi Yuki's shop, and his expression immediately became angry.

It's not that I'm jealous, it's just that I feel awkward.

It seems that he is just a standard product in Shiraishi Yuki's eyes, and anyone can be a substitute.

It's just that the more he suppresses his instinct to eat cake, the more irritable he can't help it.

Sometimes forcing myself not to eat something makes me want to eat it more.

Edogawa irritably scratched his hair through the hat, and jumped off the desk with an unhappy expression.

"Okay, it's decided!"

He called Tanizaki Junichiro loudly, "Hey, new guy—"

Tanizaki Junichiro, who was sorting out the documents, had already habitually acquiesced in Edogawa Ranpo's address to himself, "Mr. Ranpo, are you calling me?"

"Bring me the cake back—"

"……Eh?"