did you see my dad

For Edogawa Rampo, if there is anything more important than daikon, it should be——

"President, I have perfectly completed the task and returned."

Although when he returned to the detective agency, he noticed a strange smile on Dazai Osamu's face, as if there were ants crawling on his body, but he simply ignored it.

What could be happier than being exaggerated by the president!Ranbu Miaomiao excitedly pushed open the door of President Fukuzawa's office.

And when he saw the miraculous scene in the office, the expression on his face froze.

When Huali just woke up, she was often not clear-headed, and she regarded the people around her as very close people, so she made some intimate movements, just like now——

She coquettishly rubbed on the president's waist like a cat. This is a very sensitive part for a man. Fukuzawa Yukichi, whose body was stiff, immediately hugged her. Huali rubbed her eyes and was lifted into the air. The surrounding air suddenly became cold, she sneezed and was hugged again by the president who had no experience in raising babies, and Huali also hugged his neck skillfully, lying comfortably on his lap A sigh over the shoulder.

The hair color is too similar, this scene is almost like a warm scene where the old-fashioned father is unfamiliar with the baby for the first time.

"Huh?" Ranbu suddenly withdrew one foot from the door, poked his head out to ask the Tanizaki brothers and sisters who were packing up, "Did it take us a few years to go out this time?"

The Tanizaki brothers and sisters were also puzzled by his words: "Mr. Ranpo, what are you talking about...we spent a total of four days."

"Is that so?"

Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes a little wider, and the movement at the door also attracted the attention of the two people in the office. The president gently let Ranpo in with his brows and eyes: "Ranpo, did the commission go well this time?"

The young man whose name was called looked immature, he was not very tall, he was wearing a dark brown detective suit, and there was a hat of the same color on his head. If you look at it this way——

Huali turned her face a little bit, and looked at him seriously, only to realize that he was very similar to the detective costume on TV.

Is it a detective?

She yawned.

"It's okay." Now Luanbu's thoughts are divided in half, like a kind of confrontation, he is also looking at Huali who is nestled in the arms of the president. It turned out that he should like this child very much to do this, and this child was not scared away by the majestic face of the president...

angry.

His expression is not as exaggerated as Osamu Dazai, but it can be seen that he is not happy. If it is a cat, the fur on the tail should be blown up by now, just because this strange little milk cat is cute. With such a beautiful face and innocent eyes, she can nestle in the president's arms and act coquettishly.

And the president actually allowed her to do this!

Luanbu puffed his face childishly: "President, this child has nothing to do with you."

"Huh?" The president didn't understand the meaning of his words.

And Edogawa Ranpo, who had already entered the reasoning, approached a little closer, as if it was convenient for him to observe the child. When Huali blinked at him, the sky blue pupils shone like jewels in the sunlight, as beautiful as this child.

The black-haired youth made the final decision: "Blue pupils are recessive genes, so, according to my knowledge of the president's genes, the president who has been in Yokohama will not have a child with blue pupils."

Huali tilted her head, attracted by his words, walked out of the president's arms, and climbed on the table.

"Is this child a recent commission, President?"

A few words made Edogawa Ranbu approach the truth, and he also calmed down, turning his head awkwardly to Huali's hand stretched out towards him.

He doesn't want to shake hands with kids.

"It's very dangerous," showing his father's concern, Fukuzawa Yukichi hugged Huali who had climbed onto the table again, and swallowed the words he wanted to teach her under Huali's innocent gaze. Recalling Hui Ranpo's words, "She is the client, just as you are back..."

Edogawa Ranpo, who didn't want to have any contact with her at all, covered his ears childishly, he knew what the president would say next: "I don't want it, I don't want it."

Maybe because she thought it was funny, Huali followed his example and covered her ears, said softly no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no no, finally she threw herself into the president's arms with a smile, giggling non-stop.

Edogawa Ranpo: ...Today either you shit or I die!

Where did Fukuzawa Yukichi ever have such an experience? He patted Huali on the back, and looked at Ranbu with a smile on his face: "Ranbu, you should take a rest first, you have worked hard."

Random step:! ! !

He walked out with heavy steps, and when he sat down at his desk, he still angrily found out his thick snack and stuffed it into his mouth.

Osamu Dazai smiled and leaned over: "Mr. Ranpo, do you feel that the president's love is leaving you~ What a sad thing~"

Kunikida reminded: "Just shut up."

Luanbu, who thought it was too noisy here, ran to the secret base—the locker with his snacks in his arms. Sure enough, it was much quieter here.

It's just that today's snacks always feel that something is missing. After eating two bites, I stopped and nestled in the locker to start my favorite sleep session, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the child nestled in the president The look in my arms...

hateful.

Still can't sleep.

He felt that time seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that he heard auditory hallucinations in his ears, and two consecutive knocks came from outside his locker.

"I'm sleeping, don't disturb me." Ranbu Maomao folded his arms on his chest, thinking that Osamu Dazai came to stimulate him.

The people outside immediately stopped moving, as if they were worried that they would disturb him to sleep, their voices were small and milky: "Okay."

It's that kid!Ranbu opened his usually squinted eyes, pushed the locker open and poked his head out.

Huali was leaving softly on tiptoe.

"Hey--"

It's just that he was stopped by Luanbu before he went far, that Mr. Detective.

Hearing stories about the detective from the president, Huali's eyes were filled with little stars when she looked at him, and she answered him in a calm manner: "I'm here!"

Being treated so seriously, Ranbu narrowed his eyes again, looking at her with a slightly blank expression, and from the corner of his vision, he saw the sweets on the floor in front of his locker, which was covered with paper, although he likes to eat it, yes... …

But why put three in a row and put them in front of him like a sacrifice.

Ranbu fell into an eerie silence.

Huali had already trotted over, stood in front of him excitedly and called him loudly: "I heard that you are the best detective—Mr. Ranpo!"

Even though this is the case, I don't know why, but I feel an inexplicable sense of shame after being praised so much.

"Ah—" he elongated his tone, and the previous unhappiness seemed to be left behind when he was crowned with this title, "Did you give this to me?"

Huali held her hands in front of her chest and nodded vigorously.

Being watched with such reverence, Ranpo felt hard to swallow for the first time.I simply ate a piece of dim sum that I hadn't tried before, and it was unexpectedly delicious, and I even felt happy.

"Huali thinks this is the best, so I gave it to Mr. Luanbu!" Huali was full of energy after sleeping, and passed him another one with the 100% sincerity of a child, and Luanbu felt the trouble of being so attentive. Things were coming, he hesitated again and again, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of sweets, took it and ate it in one bite.

"Oh!" It's really delicious!

There is even a small flower on the side of the cheek.

In front of the sweets, the childish detective forgot his unhappiness, and looked at Huali with a much more cordial gaze.

Then—

Kunikida completely entrusted Hana to him.

"Does a famous detective need to do such an ordinary case?" Luanbu scratched his hair and asked such a question.

Huali chimed in like a puppy: "Because Mr. Ranpo is great!"

"Although you praised me so much," Luanbu still couldn't cheer up. If it wasn't for the sweets she gave him, maybe he wouldn't care about anything now, slept in the locker, and tidied up the past few days What happened, he leaned his head back on the chair and didn't want to do it at all, "but I don't really want to do it."

Huali didn't speak, but just stuffed the small jelly in his pocket into his hand.

Bribe: +1

Ranbu Maomao clenched the jelly: "...This one doesn't work either."

Huali stuffed another one.

Bribe: +2

Luanbu put the jelly in his pocket: "...This is not about sweets."

Huali frowned, ran to the office and picked up the big bag of jelly that the president bought for her and walked out. Under the eyes of President Fukuzawa who followed him out of concern, he hung the bag of jelly on his wrist superior.

Luanbu Maomao: Being pulled by a heavy object and falling off the stool.

He pressed against a bag of jelly, and his nose, which is more sensitive to sweets than others, successfully smelled the sweet aroma that made him unable to extricate himself. He was like a dragon who suddenly fell into a cave full of gems. The delicious food made his eyes widen shine.

Luanbu didn't look up, he grabbed Huali's hand, and said in an extremely solemn voice, "I promise."

Edogawa Ranpo, who accepted the entrustment, became another person, lost his laziness, put on his glasses, and looked at Huali's face: "So...you don't know your father's name and appearance, what about your mother? ?”

Kunikida grabbed a piece of fabric on Ranpo's sleeve, and tugged it as a reminder.

Luanbu raised his head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Did not receive his signal at all!Kunikida was a little irritable, but he couldn't just say that the child's mother had passed away, so don't ask so directly, at least take care of the child's young heart.

But obviously, Ranpo is not very good at reading the atmosphere.

The reminder is useless, Kunikida coughed and waved his hands, looking up at the sky as if giving up: "It's nothing."

Ranbu continued to ask: "Your mother, you should remember the name and appearance, right?"

Huali nodded: "Her name is Ling."

The pen in Osamu Dazai's hand dropped and hit the table with a bang, attracting everyone's attention.

Osamu Dazai, who was being watched like this, seemed to have just lost control of his strength. He picked up the pen calmly, looked over with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and finally landed on Huali's face. After staring at it for a long time, he said, "Go ahead."

But Luanbu, who saw that something was wrong, turned his head and looked at the companion beside him: "Do you know her mother?"

Kunikida: "Huh?! What does that mean?!"

"Your expression says that you know her," Ranpo can definitely point out Osamu Dazai's question, "I'm not wrong, Dazai."

"It's just the same name," the bandaged young man held his chin, and his slightly curly short hair looked a little playful. He said slowly that he didn't know who to explain to, "There's no such thing as a coincidence."

But obviously, his attention was more on Huali, and he occasionally cast his gaze at her, but when Huali found out and looked back, Osamu Dazai had already looked away.

Luanbu found a piece of paper and put it in front of Huali: "If you don't have a photo, you can also draw a picture of your mother."

As for the name, the Tanizaki brothers and sisters have already started investigating.

Huali grabbed the pen, pressed the corner of the paper with her arm, and began to write under the random questioning.

"Is her face oval, round or square?"

Huali replied "Oval face", and then drew a distorted face on the paper.

Luanbu glanced at it, paused for two seconds and took out a piece of paper again: "Let me do it."

Huali had no objection, and the two started the session where you said I drew, and Dazai, who was originally separated from Ranbu by two workstations, quietly moved to Ranbu's side at some point, even though he made a picture He looks very busy, but his pricked ears and occasional glances are hard to ignore.

"Black and long hair, double eyelids..." Huali tried hard to think about her mother's appearance, and described it to Luanbu.

"How long is your hair?"

Huali immediately showed him that the two matched well. When the final image was completed, Luanbu stuffed the jelly into his mouth and mumbled what he thought was a compliment: "It seems that you are better than those idiots." Be smart."

After hearing his words, Huali was not angry, but accepted his compliment happily, and then praised back: "Mr. Detective is also a little easier to get along with than what Mr. Dazai described."

Sensing Ranpo's staring gaze, Osamu Dazai covered his ears and moved his legs to move ten meters away from Edogawa Ranpo, as if he could pretend that he hadn't done anything.

The mother described from Huali's mouth is not the same as that drawn by Ranbu.

But I don't get much information from a three-year-old child, so it's not bad to be able to draw it.

"It's different from my mother," Huali looked at the sketch carefully, and Osamu Dazai stood behind her at some point, and Huali took out the pen next to her without knowing it, and drew it at the end of her eyes. She nodded, "Mom has a mole under her eye."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the paper again and looked at it: "This is a bit similar."

Standing behind her, Dazai Osamu stretched out his fingers, and his beautiful fingertips touched the mole, as if touching the woman's soft skin through paper.

And his actions clearly revealed the relationship between him and the woman in the portrait. For a while, everyone in the office noticed something, and their eyes fell on Dazai Osamu, but no one spoke.Only Huali who was holding the portrait snorted, put the portrait down, looked back at the slightly gloomy face of the handsome young man wrapped in bandages and asked, "Does Mr. Dazai know my mother?"

Osamu Dazai who was being questioned lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes: "If I'm not mistaken..."

"That's it."

"So, you know who her father is?" Kunikida asked aside.