Detective Ania

"Good morning, Mr. Amuro." Xiao Azusa who came to work greeted, she noticed Ania who was obediently sitting on the booth and playing with toys, "Isn't this the kid from yesterday?"

"Good morning." Ania put down the biscuit in her hand, and greeted seriously, "Ania brought father to work."

Going out in a hurry, Toru Amuro carried Ania and Bond to the Poirot Cafe, and finished all the preparatory work just before Azusa Enomoto pushed the door.

He looked at Azusa, whose shoulders were trembling with laughter, and sighed helplessly: "Can you grind the coffee beans for me?"

"Okay, right now!" Xiao Zi neatly changed her coat into an apron for the coffee shop, and took out coffee beans from the cabinet: "Ania is living at your house now?"

Azusa's tone was full of curiosity.

"Yeah. Her family is not here, so going to the orphanage is not enough, so she is temporarily staying at my house. If I remember correctly, Miss Xiaozi is going to have dinner with her classmates today, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Amuro has such a good memory." Azusa smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's been a long time since we met, and everyone is looking forward to meeting today."

Amuro smiled and didn't answer.

I can only ask Mao Lilan to give it a try.He had a hard time buying clothes for little girls, and women were better at it than he was.

As soon as he looked up, Ania was lying on the window, drawing and drawing on the white paper with colored pens.The sun shrouded her peacefully, her distinctive short pink hair hangs obediently on both sides of her cheeks, her eyes are as clear as glass beads imprinted with the shadow of the sun, as she was painting, she suddenly stopped the brush and secretly grabbed a handful of dogs from her pocket. The food was fed to Bond's mouth.

Biscuits are Arnia's snacks, but it seems that she hasn't forgotten her little friend, and specially brought Bond's food from home.

Amuro suddenly became worried.

Although it is only a temporary adoptive relationship... Can he really do a good job as a father?

Arnia lifted the painting up: "Look, this is Arnia's painting!"

[System: ... Baby, are you drawing a Chimera? 】

It boasted against its will.

[System: The painting is really good. 】

Black rectangular objects are spread all over the entire drawing paper, and a head like a blooming sunflower is abstractly drawn in the middle, swollen like a lion just waking up, no wonder the system thinks wrong.

Arnia: ...

She was silent for a while, and carefully held the painting in front of Toru Amuro.

"Look!" She held up her painting high and looked at Toru Amuro expectantly.

Toru Amuro stared at the line that exploded like a ball of wool and was silent for a while, then laughed easily, and praised: "The drawing is really good. Arnia really has a talent for painting!"

Arnia looks like a cat whose fur has been smoothed out, with the corners of her lips curled up triumphantly, "This is the father drawn by Arnia!"

……

Amuro's smile froze.

He thought it would be a puppy or Mr. Sun, but she said it was him?

If you look closely, you can find some clues, blond hair, black in the center, a bit abstract but not necessarily so realistic.

Toru Amuro twitched the corners of his mouth: "Well, the painting is great. Arnia will definitely become a great painter in the future."

- I can't figure out what it is at all.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Arnia put the painting on the table and picked up the hard monster model: "Father, Father! Arnia don't want to be a painter."

There are not many customers in the store now, and Toru Amuro can also talk to Ania for a while: "Then what does Ania want to be in the future?"

"Ania is going to be the savior!"

She's going to catch a lot of bad guys and become Bonderman... two fathers!

Still a child after all.Toru Amuro smiled and threw away the leftovers of bread in his hand, and said in a bright and light tone: "Okay, then I will wait and see."

The world doesn't need such a young savior, his mission is to protect such a simple and lovely smile.

Toru Amuro didn't take Ania's words to heart.

Gradually, the number of people in the store increased, and Amuro couldn't take care of Ania, so he ordered her to do it on the seat. He borrowed some books suitable for children from the Maori Detective Agency upstairs, and put them in the in front of her.

Arnia doesn't want to study.

A rare vacation, she just wants to watch spy animation while eating snacks.

[System: What is our goal? 】

Arnia licked off the condensed milk that rubbed against her lips.Of course she knows this question!

【save the world! 】

[System: But we have standards as saviors. First of all, you have to be admitted to a good school, at least a junior high school degree.If you don't know anything, people will doubt the authenticity of the identity of the savior. 】

—First of all, the savior cannot be illiterate.

The system silently looked at the finger-snapping, milk-drinking host, realizing that this route might be difficult for its host.Arnia doesn't even have a primary school diploma.

It checked the information, and Ania had only received education equivalent to the first grade of elementary school before.

Although it is said that the savior does not have any qualifications for entering the job, they are basically junior high school students and high school students, and it is rare to entrust tasks to such young children.At the year-end summary of System Fantasy, all the deeds of the host will be summarized on the screen. Among a group of long-legged teenagers, the short host with wise eyes stands out.

How can the savior of this world be such a cute idiot that he can't even scold him! ?

Arnia was ignorant of the mental activity of systemic anxiety.

Café Poirot didn't have any amusement facilities. After eating the biscuits, she fell into a state of doing nothing.

Boredom is a more excruciating feeling than reading a book.

Arya dangled her short legs and opened the borrowed book slowly.

The book is new, and its owner doesn't seem to have opened it.This is a picture book, and the ratio of picture to text is almost five to one. Even without reading the text, Ania can guess the meaning based on the content of the picture.

Seems more fun than expected.Ania gradually became fascinated.

Toru Amuro watched with amused look at the little girl who was originally disgusted, picked up the book, and shared reading with the big dog.

The breakfast time is over and the people are finally thinning out.

Amuro Toru had a break, and he sat next to Bond: "What is it talking about? Can Ania tell me about it?"

Arnia pointed to the little duck on the first page of the picture book: "This is a duck."

Turn pages.

The ducklings are far away from the duck flock.

"It's lonely."

Turn pages.

The duckling packed his bags and left the pond.

"It decides to become a spy and save the world."

Toru Amuro: ...? ? ?

The story goes off the rails from here.

After listening to Ania’s story about a duck named Bonderman who was discriminated against since he was a child, he aspired to become a spy duck to save the world. In the end, he fought against cats and chickens, and successfully transformed into a national first-level super spy, respected by all ducks. I couldn't help turning to the first page of the picture book, looking at the title "The Ugly Duckling" and fell into deep thought.

He suspected they weren't reading a story at all.

Children's thoughts are always unconstrained, and it's normal for Ania to have a brain hole... right?

I ate pasta for lunch.

Azusa's craftsmanship has received unanimous praise from Amuro Toru and Arnia.

At lunch time, Mori Kogoro from upstairs also came down.

He's sitting near Ania, grabbing Amuro and babbling on like any drunk uncle.

"...that brat is really your daughter." The gossip turned back to Toru Amuro.

Looking at Mori Kogoro's piercing little eyes, Toru Amuro sensed his true intentions, and he replied with a good temper: "No, but she is staying at my house now."

"Tsk, the little ghost will always make progress." Mori Kogoro waved his hands in displeasure, "But let me tell you, if you want to raise her for a long time, let her go to school."

This reminded Toru Amuro.

He was thoughtful: "I am also thinking about this question. Thank you, Teacher Maori."

Ania hid her face behind the book, watching Kogoro Mori furtively.

[System: Uh... how should I put it, the uncle is also an important role, right?Similar to Kudo Shinichi's human body, if you want to talk to the uncle, remember to go while Sister Xiaolan is around. 】

What should a drunkard do if he spoils a child?

Mori Kogoro noticed Arnia's gaze: "Huh?"

The fierce mustache uncle is here!

Arnia put down the book, grabbed Toru Amuro's clothes, and shrank behind him.

"Hey, what does this brat mean?" Mori Kogoro muttered, clutching the back of his head, sitting up uncomfortably, trying his best to look like a good person.

Toru Amuro was a little amused: "Ania, what's wrong?"

"Chimera." She lifted up the monster she was holding in her other hand, "It looks like Uncle Mustache."

They also have triangular eyes, very long, and look fierce.

"Who is the mustache!" Maori Kogoro frowned.

Amuro reassured with a suppressed smile: "Teacher Mori calm down. Ania, please call someone, this is Uncle Mori."

Arnia: "Uncle Maori."

"Tsk." Mori Kogoro didn't bother to argue with the children, and went upstairs to sleep after drinking the free lemonade.

Arnia wanted to sleep too.

She looked at Toru Amuro eagerly, hoping that he could get home from get off work early, and she opened her arms to hug him: "Father, I'm sleepy."

Toru Amuro ruaed the little girl's head unskillfully: "I'll ask Mr. Mori if he can give you a break."

As soon as the former Mori Kogoro left, Toru Amuro followed up, holding the blind kid in his hand, and said he wanted to borrow their sofa.

Mori Kogoro wanted to refuse, but his words took a turn in his mouth, and he agreed again. He muted the turned on TV, leaned on the boss chair and said cautiously: "Please."

The TV was tuned to his favorite horse betting show. Mori Kogoro coughed lightly, and pretended to be calm to observe the movements of the father and daughter.

Amuro watched Ania close her eyes, covered her with his coat, and smiled apologetically at Mouri.He still has a lot of work to do, other than Café Poirot, there are more important things.

The young man walked in a hurry, Kogoro Mori looked away.

Alas, his afternoon would have been much happier if it hadn't been for more pink-haired brats.

Mori Kogoro mourns his lost happy afternoon, but his mood fluctuates along with the horses constantly running on TV.

Hurry up, bastard!He danced silently, wishing he could take the place of that horse!

Suddenly, a pink head appeared in front of him.

Ania stared at the TV screen curiously, without sleepiness in her eyes: "What is this?"

Even though his heart is as big as Mori Kogoro, he can still hear his cracking voice at this time.

[System: Don't bring my host down ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】