Half-blood mixed rice daily

"Mr. Shiina, are you free this weekend?"

The black-haired, red-eyed boy who sat cross-legged in the big room like a little old man reading the newspaper was hugged from behind by Dazai, a second-year high school student returning home in the evening, and rubbed his ears coquettishly.

Beside him were a pile of financial and military magazines, a stack of newspapers with a paperweight, and a light blue Kutani handmade ceramic cup with still warm tea.

"Well, there's nothing that can't be canceled right now."

Anyway, he was just attending some business events, and he was used to his passive business social attitude. The top business circles in Japan are used to it, and it is normal to change people temporarily.

"Mr. Leighton is really not a businessman."

"Well, because my subordinates are all excellent."

——Thus, those chairmen and presidents who worked hard and were afraid of being assassinated by their subordinates who usurped power and their lovers didn't really want to see Xianyu Yousheng who was treated as a group favorite and just sat obediently counting money and spending money.

"Very good." The boy Dazai pinched the cheek of the head of the family happily, "accompany me to the Yokohama Museum of Art on weekends."

"School homework?"

"Didn't you hang out with me if it wasn't for homework?"

"So that's it, parent-child activities, I know it hurts!"

——I was severely twisted in the face!

Dazai's voice was gloomy, and he showed a deep and wicked smile very unhappy: "Use the identity of seven years old for me."

The corners of Yousheng's lips curled up subtly, full of mockery and embarrassment: "Ah, you want me to call you [Dazai Nisan], right, my cute little black cat?"

In this world, his identity card age is already 29 years old. If he wants to continue to appear in the public eye aboveboard, it is more convenient to gradually transition to a new identity.

Reminiscent of the precedent of Tsujimura Fukazuki, the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, giving his name to his daughter, Yusheng simply created a new seven-year-old identity for himself—the illegitimate son of Richard Layton in Italy, The new "Shiina Yuki" inherited the same Japanese name.

This seven-year-old is currently in the second grade of a certain elementary school in Yokohama. Due to his poor health, he has never been to school except for the mid-term and final exams.

Yousheng: It's too scary to go to school with elementary school students. Spend money to make the school shut up.

#On banknote ability#

"Little black cat?" Dazai snorted triumphantly, "It's not certain who will be younger at that time."

"Is this a default that I will definitely become a child and go out to play with you?"

Dazai let go of You Sheng, stood up and looked down at the boy sitting on the tatami, and said firmly, "You won't reject me."

"Hey, hey." You Sheng smiled and took a sip of tea from his cup, and continued to read his newspaper, "You ask Zongsan to prepare suitable clothes for me, and don't forget to buy a ticket by the way, ah yes, remember to inform the beneficiary I was given to cancel the weekend entertainment."

"What kind of old man's tone are you talking about..." Dazai bent down and picked up the golden revolver on the newspaper that was used as a paperweight with emeralds inlaid on the side wall. Then he pressed the safety catch, and then his expression froze. , "This thing is not a model?"

"It's a model. Gold is too soft and not suitable for actual combat."

"...Then why did you build such a thing?" Dazai narrowed his eyes and puffed up his cheeks, and put the muzzle of the gun on the back of the half-blood's head in disgust and anger, "To capture the one you newly fell in love with Sweet bait for pretty white doves?"

You Sheng, who was pointed at the gun, was completely unmoved: "What, are you jealous?"

"..." Dazai threw the gun back on the newspaper, turned around and left, "Bah."

You Sheng: ...

???

This time it seems to be too disgusted? ? ?

The head of the family glanced back at the back of the young man leaving angrily, feeling guilty for no reason.

He really likes to keep some luxury items with gems on hand recently... But he also knows that it is impossible for that beautiful magician to monitor Shiina Betsuin, which is protected by an absolute magic barrier.

Kaito Kuroba, who indeed came to Shiina Betsuin to explore the way and bumped into the invisible barrier shield above Betsuin: ...

When he pretended to be Ayanokōji Kiyotaka and drove the car before, he gave the ruby ​​to him for safekeeping—but even with Kidd’s own top-notch unlocking skills, he didn’t pry open the small box when Yousheng was playing with his mobile phone. It was difficult for both science and science to explain the situation. As Kidd, he asked Koizumi Hongko, a certain witch in the class who could use red magic, and got a rather incredible conclusion——

That's magic.

Then Hongzi Koizumi tried long-distance and Yousheng solo, but failed miserably.

Kuroba Kaito:  …

Sure enough, I can't afford to provoke you, so let's pretend to be dead.

Yuu Shiina: ...

Missing the new prey that consciously entered the net, what a mistake!

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"If you don't want to be eye-catching, you should give up the kimono. Generally, children don't know how to wear kimonos when they go to the streets."

Dazai looked at the 1.2-meter-tall boy in front of him.

The cat-like red eyes, the delicate white and tender face and the long black curly shawl hair made the other party an indistinguishable beauty when he was young.

"Is the hair too long?" Dazai squatted in front of the seven-year-old Yusheng, and rubbed it with his fingertips, "Shall I cut it for you?"

"Is it more natural to be shorter?" You Sheng's tone was tender, and he raised his small hand to touch his head, and his hair instantly became short enough to reveal his fair neck.

Dazai let out a regretful "tss", and threw the black trousers, black shirt and black tie to Xiao Yousheng.

"...What kind of pure black taste is this? It's too eye-catching." Xiao Yousheng decisively abandoned Dazai's pure black aesthetics, and took a pair of black-gray gradient sports shorts and a white paint-pasted wall style of cool English Putting on a gray-blue T-shirt, stepping on brand-new white sneakers and bouncing around, "Huh? It feels pretty good."

Dazai puffed his cheeks: "What, he's not handsome at all."

Xiao Yousheng also puffed his cheeks: "I'm only seven years old, just be cute!"

"Since you're cute, wear a skirt!"

"Huh?! What if an acquaintance sees it? I don't want to be labeled as a womanizer before I grow up!"

"Does anyone know that you look like this? Supernatural Secret Service?" Dazai stretched out his claws to mess up Xiao Yousheng's slightly curly short hair, his eyes lit up, "Hey? This hairstyle looks a bit like mine?"

"It's much more curly than yours!"

After getting smaller, the voice is also so milky that it seems to be cute at any time.

Zong San Zuowenwen who was standing at the door decisively took out his mobile phone to take pictures as souvenirs and upload a short video to the family internal group.

Just like a real man would never look back at the explosion, he quickly turned off the interface after posting the photo, and never looked at the magnitude [-] earthquake of the entire Honmaru masters afterwards.

Yousheng was a little younger than this when he first became a god judge, so everyone was feeling intensely that they hadn't seen each other for a long time. By the way, they asked the omnipotent butler, Yamabagiri Kunihiro, where the god judge was going.

#Indecision when things go wrong#

#Well-deserved butler#

"Master Dazai, the tickets are in the wallet. The lord will entrust you today." Zongsan Zuowen handed the wallet stuffed with far more pocket money than the standard for ordinary high school students to Dazai Zhi, "Please inform us in time if you have anything to do."

"Hey, don't worry—" Dazai dragged out his voice, and took Yu Xiaosheng's tender little hand, "I won't let you little god judges have any problems, I promise!"

Well, I guarantee that I won't jump alone when I see a beautiful river on the road!

If you want to dance, dance with Xiao Yousheng!

Yousheng knew what Zongsan's left words were referring to, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Zongsan, although the real world has been a bit chaotic recently, the daytime security in Yokohama is still okay."

——As the saying goes, Flag cannot stand too confidently.

Standing in front of the art museum, Xiao Yousheng, who was held by Dazai and covered his face with a black mask, looked at the children happily running down from a yellow Beetle car, and Edo who got out of the car one by one Chuan Conan and Haibara Ai always felt that today's trip to the art museum must be accompanied by a bloody disaster!

"Yeah, are the kids here to see the art exhibition?"

At this time, a young man wearing blue capri pants, a white top and a white long windbreaker appeared.

He wears stylish orange-framed sunglasses, has short brown hair and clogs, and looks casual.

The most important thing is that there is a small wooden box of a mobile vendor hanging in front of him, with two kinds of lemons on it.

"Big Brother, this is?"

The three children of the Detective Boys were immediately attracted to this young man who was dressed in a special way and exuded the air of a food taster in a department store food section.

"Did you know that there is a painting called "Lemon" in today's exhibition! Lemon, that is the most perfect spindle shape in the world! In order to commemorate the first time that I, Mr. Kajii Keijiro, exhibited my paintings, as long as you enter the fine arts All the children who visit the museum can get gifts from me!" The young man squatted down, pointed to the two piles of lemons in front of him and said, "Come on, this is the choice of fate! Do you like fresh lemons that can be eaten immediately? I still like metal lemons that can be used as souvenirs! You can only choose one!"

"Wow, that's great! Brother, you are a painter!"

"No, I'm an artist!"

"It's so cunning, can't you choose both?"

"no!"

"Lemon tastes sour. I choose metal!" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya hesitated for a moment, and immediately chose metal products, "Wow, it feels so cool to the touch! Big brother, what's in it?"

Mitsuhiko shook the metal lemon, feeling nothing.

"It's a mysterious universe that cannot be opened!"

"I really can't see where it can be opened." Hui Yuanai took a metal lemon and weighed it up and down, "It feels really good in the hand, and the uneven lemon-like coating is also done perfectly."

"That's right, let me just say that lemons are the most perfect thing in the world!" The young man immediately became proud.

"Then I want a souvenir too, just like everyone else!" Yoshida Ayumi decided to follow the crowd, "Conan, what kind do you want?"

Edogawa Conan's expression was a little helpless: "Just be like you."

Xiao Yousheng, who witnessed the whole process: ...

Dazai was also a little speechless: "I remember that person is..."

"Hey." Xiao Yousheng sighed under the mask, "You have Mr. Mori's phone number, ask him if there is a plan for Hong Kong gangsters to let Kajii Keijiro distribute lemon bombs to outsiders as souvenirs here in broad daylight."

"Why don't you fight yourself, ex-cadre?"

"Do you want Mr. Mori to hear my voice now?"

"Isn't it interesting?"

As he said this, Dazai had already taken out his mobile phone: "Wait for me here, I'll go over there and ask Mr. Mori."

"go Go."

"Little brother, are you here to visit too? Do you want to get a gift?" Kajii Keijiro greeted Xiao Yousheng enthusiastically, "Today I only prepared ten metal lemons and twenty fresh lemons. If you come late, there will be no more. ?”

Ten lemon bombs... Is this going to blow up the Yokohama Museum of Art for reconstruction?

The corners of Xiao Yousheng's mouth under the mask twitched, and he walked towards the Hong Kong black newcomer who didn't think there was anything special about giving souvenir bombs to children on the street, so he had no suspicious atmosphere at all.

Ah, this is probably a memorial for the death anniversary, right?

With black hair, red eyes and a black mask, You Sheng, who looked cool and aloof as a primary school student, stepped forward decisively and picked up a metal lemon.

He's a weapons dealer by profession!Don't miss the opportunity to get samples of new weapons!

"Thank you. Regarding your painting, I will definitely appreciate it, Mr. Kajii Keijiro."

The Boy Detectives came to a sudden: "I see, is this self-promotion?"

"We will definitely appreciate your masterpiece seriously!"

"Are you a local elementary school student in Yokohama? How did that person go away just now?"

You Sheng, who was suddenly cueed by the Death Detective Team: ...

"My brother went to call, let me wait for him here for a while." Xiao Yousheng calmly accepted the transformation of father-son love into brother love, "Aren't you from Yokohama?"

"We are from Mihua Town, Tokyo! Because the doctor got tickets to the Yokohama Museum of Art, we decided to come together!" Ayumi was very enthusiastic and cheerful, "Are you wearing a mask because you have a cold?"

You Sheng shook his head: "I just don't know what expression to put on when I go out like this, so I just put on a mask."

"Could it be that you have sores on your face?" Kojima Motota laughed.

"Genta!" Ayumi stopped angrily at her friend's rude guess.

"Ok, ok, sorry, but it's really weird..."

"What's there to be curious about other people's faces?" Xiao Yousheng raised his hand and pulled off his mask to show a few people his flawless beauty, and quickly put on the mask again.

"Wow...are you a child star!"

"It's really, really beautiful..."

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

You Sheng: "...Boy."

"But you look prettier than girls!"

You Sheng: ...

Seeing the good-tempered passer-by teenagers who were about their age were asked to stand still and lose hope in life, Huiyuan sighed, and the queen stepped forward: "I say you, when you don't know people What are you talking about! I’m so sorry, but you’re too good-tempered, aren’t you?”

"Because there is nothing to be angry about..."

Only Edogawa Conan, standing beside Dr. Ali, thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, Shinichi?" Dr. Ali asked in a low voice.

"That face... I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Do you know that elementary school student?"

"I don't know, let me ask."

A famous detective will never let go of any doubts in his heart. Once he smells an unusual scent, he will be like a shark smelling blood. Until the goal is achieved, he will bite his prey tightly and never let go!

"Hey, don't we look about the same age? I'm Edogawa Conan from class B of the first grade of Mihua Town Teidan Elementary School. Would you like to visit the art exhibition together later?"

"I'm Shiina Yusuke from Class A, Grade [-], Nakamura Elementary School." Yousheng calmly ignored the blank detective's face and then was stunned, "Thank you very much for your invitation, but I'm going to play with Big Brother Dazai all day today. ,Feel sorry."

Ah.

Same face, same name—

Reminiscent of APTX4869, the culprit who turned from a high school student to a primary school student, the head of this famous detective has probably been flooded by a storm of crazy reasoning, right?

In the heart of the little half-blood, the wicked little devil happily waved the little fork.

--Interesting.