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"My father is a detective on the surface, but he is very childish in private. Even if the soy sauce bottle is poured at home, he still has to check to see if I'm around. He would pout his lips and command me: "Son, can't you see the soy sauce bottle falling? It's dangerous for you to go on like this!", he also likes to grab snacks from me, even if it's just a piece of cake, he still asks his mother to cut it for him The biggest piece, if you don’t give it, you will act like a baby..."

One autumn afternoon, Edogawa Zhibu, a student in Class A of the third grade of Tomoeda Primary School, was standing on the podium, reading his composition "My Dad" with emotion.

The students in the audience burst into laughter, and they all laughed and said, "Mr. Zhibu, your father is so funny."

"Your father is not a fool, is he?"

"Hahaha I want to hit your father."

Matsumoto Wada, the Chinese teacher in class A of the third grade, couldn't control the situation, and hurriedly shouted: "Student Edogawa, it's okay, you don't need to read any more."

This is the first Chinese class he gave them. He originally thought that Edogawa, who is a model student representative, would stop and write an excellent elementary school student model essay. Ranpo Edogawa, the famous detective in the novel, wrote like a three-year-old child.

Edogawa stopped and put down the composition, raised his eyes to look at Matsumoto Wada, and said blankly: "Oh."

Then, amidst the laughter of the crowd, he stepped off the podium.

"How can you write that about your father?"

After class, Matsumoto and Wada called Ranpo Edogawa into the grove, and said furtively, "You want to write that your father is a famous detective. Tomorrow, his style is rigorous and meticulous, which has brought you a positive influence. Always teach you—”

Edogawa stopped to interrupt him, and tilted his head: "Teacher, are you familiar with my father?"

Matsumoto and Wada choked up, subconsciously said: "No, I don't know your father, but I'm a little fan of his."

"I know him very well, because I live with him every day." Edogawa stopped and continued, "So what I wrote is his real appearance."

His voice was very weak, against the light, his immature outline was blurred to give an illusion of maturity.

Matsumoto Wada was slightly taken aback by those green eyes, and tried to guide him according to his own thinking: "You can also write about your father's contribution to solving the case, his super reasoning!"

Edogawa stopped and closed his eyes: "The title is "My Dad", and the focus should not be on solving the case."

"Why are you kid—" Why are you so stubborn!Matsumoto Wada didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Teacher, I will remember your opinion. But I want to write the composition according to my own thinking," Edogawa Zhibu said softly, "I will take it home and give it to my parents to sign."

Edogawa Zhibu, male, ten years old, currently studying in the third grade of Yuzhi Primary School in the public school, height, weight, hobbies, all information is unknown.

Today is another ordinary day for him.

At night, at Edogawa's house.

"Stop, stop messing with your potted plants, wash your hands and prepare to eat. I made your favorite beef burger today."

Edogawa Kiyoshi poked his head out from the kitchen and swung his shovel at him.

"Yes, Mom."

Edogawa stopped and stood up from the flowers and plants on the balcony. When passing by the sofa, the person lying on the sofa like a salted fish suddenly stretched out a foot.

"Slow down, little crooked."

Xiaowai is the nickname of Edogawa Zhibu, but most people tend to directly call him "Zhibu" and "Zhibu-kun". At present, only his father Edogawa Ranpo can call him that.

"What's wrong? Dad."

A face protruded from behind the open homework book that was held up high, eyes squinted, brows frowned, looking very dissatisfied.

"How could you frame your father in such a way in your composition?"

Edogawa angrily slapped his composition text on the coffee table, "Obviously you have snatched the biggest piece of cake several times, and you still beautify yourself! I eat everything, you are a mess Write!"

Edogawa stopped and yawned faintly, and said "oh" with a smile.

While Edogawa Ranpo was still chattering, Edogawa Qingkei's voice came from the kitchen again: "Ranpo, come here to serve the dishes, why are you arguing? You are almost 40 years old."

"Qingxixi, let me tell you, Xiaowai framed me in his composition! He is so bad, he is only allowed to eat one beef burger at night, and the rest is ours!"

Of course, Edogawa Qingxi couldn't listen to Edogawa Ranpo's words, and each gave three beef burgers.

Edogawa Ranpo: "So few!"

Edogawa stopped: "So many!"

"Luanbu, you have to control your blood lipids, you are only allowed to eat so much! Stop, you are growing your body, you must eat so much!"

Her family is amazing, she has a husband who is like a child and a son who is like an adult.

Needless to say, her husband, Edogawa Ranpo, now needs her to help him tie his tie, kiss him on the cheek, and say "my husband is the most handsome in the world" before going out to work obediently.

Although his son Edogawa Shizuo is only ten years old, his IQ has far surpassed that of his peers. Like his father Edogawa Ranpo, he has the ability to see through the truth of things at a glance, and at the same time inherited her supernatural ability, which is even more terrifying What's more, since the day he was discovered, his supernatural ability has never been out of control.

Some people's supernatural abilities can only be mastered after a lot of tempering, while some people's supernatural abilities have been used freely since the day they awakened.

Moreover, he has been a fairly independent child with almost no emotional ups and downs since he was a child.

Except for crying when he was a baby, I never saw him cry again.No matter what dish she cooks, he will say it is delicious.He said he liked everything she bought him.

When she was in kindergarten, she asked him to get along with the children, and he became the king of children.When she was in elementary school, she told him to study hard and strive to be a class cadre, so he was the first in the grade in all subjects and was the class leader every year.

The potted plants that she didn't take good care of, after being raised by his hands for a few days, all of them were full of vitality.She had failed several times in making kongye pancakes. When she got up one morning, she saw him standing on a low stool, concentrating on making kongye pancakes. She tasted them and found that they tasted good.

Sometimes when she is busy with work, he will prepare bento for her, all of which are dishes she likes to eat.

Every daughter's day, mother's day, valentine's day, christmas, whenever a gift can be given, he will take all the pocket money he has saved for a long time out of the piggy bank to buy a gift that she secretly likes, and put it in her pillow.

When he had no pocket money, he would pick some beautiful wild flowers and weeds from the lake and put them in vases made of empty jars for her.

If asked to answer a question about what it's like to have a perfect son, Edogawa Kiyoshi feels like he has a voice.

After the family had dinner, Ranpo Edogawa pushed the bowls and chopsticks first, and played games on the sofa.People who are almost 40 years old, lazy cancer has also reached the advanced stage.

Edogawa Qingxi was about to pack the dishes, but Edogawa stopped and held down his hand.

"Mom, I brought you the novel you wanted to read last time."

"Hey, I have to do the dishes—"

"Let's take a look first."

Edogawa stopped and dragged Edogawa Qingxi out of the kitchen, came to his room, and showed her the novel he carefully prepared, and when Edogawa Qingxi was completely immersed in the book, he ran away quietly Go back to the kitchen and wash the dishes.

When Edogawa Qingxi found out, the rest of the housework at home had basically been done. She was just about to say something when Edogawa stopped and handed her a fruit platter.

Dragon fruit, kiwi fruit, grapes, and cherries were peeled and diced by him, and arranged into beautiful shapes.

"Women eat more fruit is good for the skin." He said as he glanced at Edogawa Ranpo who was moving towards the fruit plate, "As for the old man, just eat an apple with the skin on."

"You bastard, what did you call me?" Edogawa Ranbu's nose twisted in anger.

"A middle-aged man who doesn't help his mother with housework is a bad old man."

Edogawa stopped and had no waves in his calm eyes.

"Qingxixi, stop calling me a bad old man!"

"Stop, don't call your father that."

"Oh."

"Apologize to Dad."

"Feel sorry."

"You bastard, you have no sincerity!"

……

A family farce finally came to an end after Edogawa Qingxi agreed to give Edogawa Ranpo to eat strawberry biscuits in the morning.

"Good night, stop."

Edogawa Kiyoshi pushed Edogawa into the room, turned around and waved at Edogawa Zhibu.

"Good night, Mom."

……Good night?

Edogawa stopped to watch the lights in his parents' room go out, then turned around and turned off the lights in his own room.

In the dark, he took off his home pajamas and changed into a black suit. After putting on his shoes, he opened the window and jumped from the second floor.

The road in the middle of the night was quiet and empty.However, he has walked this road countless times at night with his eyes closed.

He stopped at the intersection of a park, with a little coldness in his eyes, which looked like the eyes of a wolf in the light of the street lamps.

"You are Mr. Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky?"

He whispered the lengthy name, twisted a letter in his hand, and cast his eyes on the man sitting on the swing.The man was wearing a heavy white cotton suit, and it could be seen from the clothes that he was a foreigner.

"My mother is already asleep. She asked me to tell you, please leave Yokohama."

Edogawa stopped and raised his hand, the white letter paper melted into countless crumbs at his fingertips, and then quickly disappeared into the pitch-black night.

"I understand what my mother means, please follow suit."

Although his words were harsh, his voice was always gentle, it was the tone he used to speak to Edogawa Qingxi, because he was too used to it, so he treated everyone with the same gentle voice, "Okay, I'm going back to sleep too , I'm still developing and need enough sleep, after all, I don't intend to inherit my father's height."

The moment he turned around, the man behind him stopped him.

"Little devil, you joined the port mafia."

Edogawa's footsteps stopped suddenly, and the black coat on his shoulders drew a lonely arc in the air.

"It seems that your mother didn't know."

He raised his head and looked at the vast night, "She and my father both knew about it, but it was not what she wanted to happen."

"Really?" The man's health was not very good, and he coughed for a long time after saying this.

He waited patiently for him to finish coughing before asking, "What else do you want to ask?"

The man smiled slightly: "Why did you join the port mafia? I don't think you would like that kind of life."

"Yes, what you said is right. I don't like it." He turned to the other side, facing the man, "but there was never a rule that you must like the life of the port mafia in order to join them."

"Oh? Then why?"

Edogawa stopped and slowly lowered his eyes.

why?

In the eyes of ordinary people, he has a complete life. Only he himself understands that he is too lonely among his peers.

"Life is too easy, there's never something out of your head, so you want to try something exciting, don't you?"

He was not surprised that the man expressed his feelings easily.

He has heard the name of the devil, and he has heard more or less about the mysterious and entangled past with his mother from his mentor Mori Ogai.For the rest, relying on assumptions, we can basically know a general framework.

For more detailed things, he can also infer based on his mother's personality.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and let out a low laugh.

"Because it's so easy to do anything, you want to know what else in this world you can't do, right?"

Edogawa stopped and said nothing.

His lowered eyes happened to fall on his shoes, which were new shoes that Edogawa Kiyoshi bought for him last month.

That day, she knew that he had joined the port mafia, but her emotions were calm, as always.

"You do what you want, I will not interfere with you. If you feel that your life is meaningless, then as your mother, I will be sad because of it."

In those new shoes, with his parents' forgiveness, he stood under the Port Mafia building again.

He walked into his new life with heavy steps, but his parents stopped outside his life.

His mentor, Mori Ogai, wore a black suit different from the usual white trench coat, and personally tied the tie as a ceremony ceremony around his neck.

"Mr. Zhibu, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

……

"Mr. Fyodor, I heard that you once wanted to destroy the world."

The man opened his purple-red eyes, and with an inscrutable smile in his eyes, he glanced at him.

Edogawa stopped and blinked, showing the only childish expression tonight, "If my surname was not Edogawa, I might choose to stand by your side. Maintaining order is a long-term pain, and rebuilding order It is a short-term pain. It is said that long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. Reshaping order is much more efficient than maintaining order, and many disasters can be resolved from the root.”

Dostoevsky, resting his chin on his left hand, listened with interest.

"However, my mother loves this world very much." Changing the subject, Edogawa stopped and said solemnly, "Even if it is riddled with holes and needs constant repair... as for me, I will never let it Mother is sad. If you come back this time because you want to continue to make trouble in Yokohama, then you can try it, and my father and I will accompany you at any time."

He thought of a sunny weekend when Mori Ogai taught him how to shoot in the field.

Mori Ogai has always been interested in his abilities and admires his mind.

He played with the gun in his hand and asked him: "Mr. Zhibu, in this world, what do you care about most?"

"My mother." He didn't hide anything.

"How much do you care?" The other party raised the gun in his hand towards him, and pulled the trigger with a smile. "Do you care enough to die for her?"

"It's too easy." The bullet shot at him, and at his fingertips, he turned into a bright rose with supernatural power.

The petals are soft and soft, just like his gentle eyes, "I care about it, and I am willing to live for her."

"...I am also willing to love the world for her."