Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

It ended up coming back here.Fujimaru Tachika sighed, looking worried at the unchanged gate of the Armed Detective Agency.

It's been two days, and I haven't found any clues, but I have dealt with a lot of chicken feathers and skins all over the place, and the white workers refused to drop even a single material.

It's okay with a heart.

Didn't get anything and ran a sweat.They tried to find clues to the legendary port mafia, but so far, the most informant they have seen is just a "little guy" at best, who was cannon fodder after a fight The kind that people with tears don't have.

It is conceivable how valuable this kind of "precious information" that the population is clamoring for is really worth.It is not bad to know the local conditions and customs of Yokohama, a city with outstanding people, but it is not enough to know if there are any clues to the local local snakes in Yokohama.

Recalling the bitter experience of two days of eating and sleeping in the open, Fujimaru Tachika sighed again, and pushed open the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

I repeat, it is a fool not to take shortcuts.

"You're back." Unexpectedly, the first to speak out was the squinting detective who took off their underpants last time.

"Master Ranpo has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Waiting for us?" Matthew on the side asked puzzledly, "Sir, what are you waiting for us?"

Ranpo Edogawa, who was obviously in a bad mood, snorted a little, "Look how long you will be headless flies in Yokohama."

"It's okay, at least it's not two full days." He shook the electronic watch in his hand, "I told you to wait."

"The mice in the hole are not so easy to catch."

"This...is it because we are impatient?" Fujimaru Tateka was stunned, and then asked in a good voice, "Mr. Ranpo, do you know how long it will take?"

"It's only been two days." Edogawa Ranpo finally put away the lazy displeasure on his face, "But I still have some things I want to know if I can't be a detective."

"Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony, that's what you call it, right? Do you need to meet any conditions?"

Fujimaru Tachika's pupils shrank for a moment, and she didn't know how to answer such a core question when she was detected by an outsider. She and Matthew looked at each other, and after a long time, she slowly said, "Why are you asking this? "

"Since you asked sincerely, Lord Ranbu will speak directly."

"You can't beat the one hidden in the city."

"To be precise, it can't be stopped. The mouse has buried a bunch of mousetrap in its lair." Edogawa Ranbu seemed to have seen something disgusting, and frowned in disgust.

"Yokohama still can't handle your tossing." He said so on the face, his posture was still as casual as before, but no one could see that he was hiding something.

As for his selfishness, do you need to think about it elsewhere?

After hearing this, Fujimaru Tachika seemed to be relieved, she made a note in her heart, "It's nothing, it's just a magic circuit..."

......

"However, I still have a question. I don't know if the master can explain it." The magician thought for a while, and finally said slowly, "Now is not the period of the Holy Grail War, why do you want me to arrange a magic that can cover the entire Yokohama? Workshop?"

"I'm old and not talented. The formation can only summon a group of water demons at best. It's really embarrassing."

"Don't underestimate yourself, I have my own plan." The man chuckled, flicked his index finger, and pushed to a standing chess. "If you want to gain sweetness, you must first have a prominent record available."

He seemed to think of something suddenly, turned his head and asked, "I heard that the magic power consumed by the treasure is relatively terrifying, do you think I have that qualification?"

"Master is a young talent, you don't need to worry about these unwarranted problems."

"Anything is fine if you want."

"It's really reassuring, Gilles de Ray." The man nodded, touching the white felt hat on his head with his fingertips, with a gentle and pure expression.

"You are overrated. For the saint, everything is worth it."

......

"...", Shenshang Shuo was silent for a moment, which was rare in his life, he doubted his hearing ability,

"You said... you want to make a piece of Bai Wugou?"

"I didn't want to make clothes, but I wanted to be a model of Bai Wugou." Atsushi Nakajima corrected, he didn't see the weird look in his guardian's eyes, and continued, "It feels very beautiful."

"Is this a question of whether you are beautiful or not?" Shenshang Shuo felt a little tired, "You know what this dress represents, right?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and slowly added the second half of the sentence, "...do you have a little girl you like?"

It can't be blamed for him thinking that way, a good-looking boy, the first clothes model actually thinks of Bai Wugou.Coupled with the peculiar restlessness of adolescence, it may really be the first taste of love in the youth love scene.

The more Shenshang Shuo thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, "But the little girl who walked with you last time?"

"No, no it's not." Atsushi Nakajima shook his head like a rattle, "I..."

"Is that the little girl from another family?" Shen Shangshuo thought for a while, and the little girls around his little tiger cub couldn't find a suitable one after thinking about it, so he had to give up.

However, he wasn't trying to beat the mandarin ducks, but he still had a good image of a gentle and open-minded parent. He hurriedly poured a few spoonfuls of chicken soup into his child who was suspected of being in love with him early, "It's not that I don't want to teach you to like it, I'm just afraid of your age." Still young, be impulsive..."

"Just one thing, no matter what it is, you must cherish others and yourself." Looking at Atsushi Nakajima who was a little dazed, Shenshang Shuo felt a little more confident in his heart. Feed him down.

"No no no—" Atsushi Nakajima wanted to cry, he didn't know why Mr. Kagami was so sensitive to this kind of thing, and he was so worried, "I really don't have a girl I like..."

"I'm really just curious..."

"Really?" Shenshang Shuo was suspicious, but seeing the little white tiger didn't look like a fake, "It's fine if you don't have one."

After successfully overcoming the budding of the child's puppy love, he flipped through several pieces of fabric, and selected a few patterns and colors in his mind,

"I'll give it a try for now, I dare not give you a guarantee."

......

"Putting out the jacket, taking off the jacket, and shaking the sleeves..." Shen Shangshuo folded the small pieces one by one, and Atsushi Nakajima next to him was in charge of cutting the part with more fabric. The small scissors cut the cloth, and I was so nervous that I was sweating.

Don't be so nervous.

Shenshang Shuo opened his mouth, and was about to speak comfortingly, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it would be easier to frighten the child and stab his hand, so he didn't say anything in the end.Watching the little white tiger's chubby paws pull the scissors wider than his palm bit by bit, and slowly separate them according to the pencil line, staring at them without blinking.

This isn't really sewing your bride a gown, my boy.

Shen Shangshuo raised his forehead and remembered another thing.When the two of them met for the first time, Atsushi Nakajima's reincarnated appearance of a starving ghost was truly imprinted in his mind. The child's sleeves were empty, like a reed in a plastic bag, and he was so thin. Bones left.

But since taking the little tiger home and carefully feeding it with caring cat food, the child's spirit has grown a little bit, and he doesn't seem so straightforward to make people feel distressed.

"Huh—it's finished." Atsushi Nakajima, who was talking about his fat and thin problems, raised his head, held up the fabric that he had just finished cutting, with smooth and neat cutting marks, and said happily, "Mr. ?"

If he was half-human, half-tiger now, his furry prisoner's tail would probably have been raised.

"It's a great job." For his own children, Shen Shangshuo has always been generous with praise, let alone this kind of manual work that focuses on participation.He touched the child's hair and said softly, "It's very suitable."

"Then it's just a matter of sewing them together and applying some glue."

"Does Dunjun want to learn how to sew?"

"Yeah." Nakajima Atsushi didn't mean to reject this kind of female workers, he just enjoyed the warm parent-child time together.He looked at the man under the lamp, his brows and eyes were hazy and he couldn't see clearly, his body was shrouded in feather light, and the tips of his hair were winding into his collar, lingering like a painting.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, and then blurted out a sentence, "Mr. Shenshang's future wife will be happy!"

Where is the fairy sister who can marry someone like Mr. Shenshang!Atsushi Nakajima began to secretly describe the image of his future adoptive mother in his heart, with long hair reaching his waist and autumn water as pupils...

"Wife?" Shenshang Shuo paused. Speaking of which, he had never told this child about Mr. Ranpo, and adoptive sons usually pay more attention to this... It's not good to say nothing look.

And...the two of them have done what they should and shouldn't do, and there is nothing they can't say.

Thinking of this, Shen Shangshuo couldn't help feeling warm in his ears, and he quickly opened his mouth to draw his attention away from that beautiful night, "There is something, I think, you should have the right to know."

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima raised his head in doubt, watching Shenshang Shuo put down the needlework in his hand, and felt a little nervous in his heart, "You, what do you say?"

"Mr. Ranpo and I are now in a relationship." Facing the eyes of the younger generation, Sakumo's sense of shame was strengthened, and he said softly, "We should still be able to maintain it for a long time. "

"So," his eyes were focused and calm, as if he was talking about something destined, "Mr. Luanbu is probably another guardian of Dun Future."

Commonly known as foster father.

"Wait, wait!" Atsushi Nakajima seemed to hear the surprise, and his hair was blown up all over. "Are you talking about the Mr. Edogawa we know?"

Atsushi Nakajima.

The author has something to say: Nakajima Atsushi who always feels that he has started the road to hair loss.

Little Tiger: I originally wanted to give a gift to my future mother.

To be honest, I am still struggling with who the heroic spirit on the little god is, maybe you can choose it yourself.

Forget about Little Sun, his treasure is too painful to use, I can't bear to...

I found that the setting of the people in my article is too subtle, and the plot is also... some things have no room to open.

hateful.