Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

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Kamigami felt that something was wrong with Yokohama in the past two days, and it was cold and windy.

Early this morning, when he opened the door of the detective agency, he saw Mr. Ranpo and the master of Chaldea muttering something,

Kamigami Saku greeted briefly, "Good morning, Mr. Ranpo, Ms. Fujimaru."

"Oh, the little gods are here too." Recently, Fujimaru Tachika got acquainted with the detective agency and the others, and they called "little gods" one by one.She beckoned, motioning for Shen Shangshuo to extend her hand,

"Come on, show your command spell, and I will add a concealment magic to you."

"Huh?" Shenshang Shuo asked suspiciously, a little puzzled, "Is there anything wrong with these Command Seals?"

"There is nothing wrong with the command spell. It is a good thing. But it is better to hide this kind of good thing as a trump card for the future melee." The orange-haired girl pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and patted the boy on the shoulder comfortingly, " In addition, I would like to trouble the little god to communicate with Enkidu as well."

"Let him pretend to be my heroic spirit first."

Kamisami Saku was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Edogawa Ranpo who was standing aside, most of the latter's face was hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, and he nodded slightly at him twice.The white-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief, and Asafujimaru Tatsuka smiled apologetically.He obediently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a piece of porcelain white arm with crimson patterns branded on it.

Fujimaru Tatsuka exhaled softly, muttering words.In the next second, pure white soft white light slowly enveloped the three Command Seals, covering up the red marks like an eraser.

"Okay." She shook her chin and ended the magic pose, "I'm pretty good at it."

Speaking of which, this is not the first time Chaldea has negotiated with Edogawa Ranpo, but this is the only time that the news revealed by the detective is so frightening.Thinking of the enemy's layout and strategic preparations, Fujimaru Tateka felt a headache. Can this kind of precise strike against the master be any less tasteless?

Take one step at a time.

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There is a small dessert shop two streets away from the detective agency. The poplar nectar is especially delicious, and other desserts are also quite good. Sometimes Shenshangshuo has no time to cook, so he will pick a time to go Take some food on a trip.

The shop is decorated in macarons, with light-colored tables and chairs, which looks like a sea salt ice cream in the hot summer.However, for some reason, today, a piece of rock sugar landed on top of the ice cream, pressing gracefully on the edge of the crispy skin.

It was a young lady who looked young, with delicate skin and tender flesh, which was attractive to people.Her cheeks were ruddy and smooth, reminiscent of moist rosebuds, blooming delicately.In the small cherry mouth below, the two rows of fine teeth are shining, the lips are graceful and moist, and the kiss must have a sweet aftertaste.

But under such a pure and innocent pretty face, there is a charming and graceful temperament that is the opposite of this angel's temperament.Her breasts are bulging, and the lower part of her waist is bound by a large lace ribbon, dangling her curvaceous legs wrapped in dark grain white silk.

Although she is short in stature, she is as plump as a royal corgi, and every inch of her flesh is suitable for play.This is such a stunner, sitting in the middle of this dessert shop that is not suitable for her, enjoying a piece of sweet and greasy mousse wholeheartedly, holding her upturned little finger in a daze.

There was no one on her round table, just a small folded umbrella.But the surrounding tables and chairs were full, people were sitting close to each other, and the table was full of clean desserts.These men may have a small cluster of cream squeezed on their greasy fingers, and they quite consciously do not rush forward, forming a defensive line like wolves.

"Boss, pack three poplar nectar, one blueberry cake, and one pack of original puffs." Shen Shangshuo "knocked" twice to look at the glass window, making a sound to call back the dull-faced boss. Sanity.

The boss was taken aback and woke up from his conjecture.He rubbed his forehead, pretending to have suddenly realized, and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, look at me, I'm so busy and dizzy, I didn't even look at the guests."

"It's okay." Shen Shangshuo replied softly.He obviously also noticed the abnormal state surrounding the little girl in this room, and he hesitated whether to investigate it.

Is this a bit of a faux pas?He thought to himself, slightly absent-minded.The moment he saw this young lady, his heart suddenly felt a sense of grievance for no reason, as well as an inexplicable sense of intimacy. The gentle mother who sewed and mended wanted to come forward and hug her.

However, this feeling is too wrong, where did they come from?Shenshang Shuo denied himself in confusion, suppressing his strange impulse restraintly, as if turning around and leaving this weird shop.

But he never thought that when he secretly looked at the girl, the lady also noticed him.

"Monamour!" The girl excitedly closed her feather fan and called out to the white-haired boy who was about to slip away in a hurry.Even if she is doing the actions of the little girl next door, she is still charming and decent, so natural that it seems that such a temperament is a permanent pendant on her body.

At this time, this stunner in the world was calling her child sweetly, "Honey, I'm here."

"I've been waiting here for so long, don't you come to see me?" She pouted coquettishly and complained, and opened her arms to Shen Shangshuo, "My little baby, I'm your mother. "

This weak and deceitful little beauty actually already has a child?The vicious men around were like boiling oil that had been added to boiling water, and they exploded with a loud bang. There were even a few of them rolling up their sleeves, wanting to ask for an explanation with malicious intentions.

Mother? !Kamisami Saku turned his head abruptly and looked at the girl in disbelief.The two paper bags in his hand trembled like a shivering dead leaf in the autumn wind.

In the boy's limited memory, he can be sure that he is definitely such a young "mother".

However, Kamishang Shuaku stroked his heart as if he was suffering from the cold, and under the slightly cool fingertips, the hot blood flowed into the atrium one by one, which stimulated the heart to be forced to "thump".

He didn't think that the neurotic speech of the girl in front of him was a lie.

At least half of it is visceral.

The girl on the opposite side was still babbling, like a noble canary in a carved cage, "What the Russian said was actually true, I was very suspicious at the time. That person is really creepy just by looking at it." , and only a wooden frame like Dickens would believe it. But...if he lied to me, I would not spare him."

She waved her small fist triumphantly, her gentle eyes enveloping the white-haired boy softly, her face was unbelievable for her age, with a quiet kindness, "Mom actually just found it now, it's really a mother's negligence."

"Hmm..." This lovely person asked cautiously, her timid eyes were watery, "My good boy, would you like to sit down and be with your mother?"

"I..." Shenshang Shuo opened his mouth, and was surprised to find that his voice was viscous and thin.He cleared his throat, and struggled hard under the kind eyes of the woman.

"Forget it." He resignedly pulled away the chair, sat down obediently, controlled the instinct to shed tears, and asked slowly, "Why did you stop me? I don't think we have met before." .”

"No, we've met before, it's just that you forgot, baby." The blond woman shook her head sadly and firmly, she stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch Kagomi's hair, the boy's subconscious dodge made her eyes dim for a moment.

"I'm sorry..." Shen Shangshuo subconsciously apologized.He is still not used to being touched by people other than those he is familiar with, but seeing the girl's sadness, he can't help feeling sour.

"It's okay, Monamour," the woman quickly cheered up, her eyes were as soft as the Seine under the moonlight, "This is my mistake, if it weren't for..." She hesitated to speak, frowning, It seemed to be digesting some difficult moment.

After a while, she raised her head with anticipation in her eyes, and said brightly, "Baby, I mean, would you like to get to know me again?"

"I swear by the name of Guy de Maupassant, my dear, that I will never hurt you."

Shen Shangshuo's heart trembled again, and the pain and sourness spread gently and slowly.Reason told him that he should never believe the nonsense of a stranger he just met today.

but......

"My name is Shenshang Shuo. It's a pleasure to meet you." He heard himself whispering his trust without any pause.

A child's trust.

"Oh, so this is your current name?" The moment Maupassant heard the name, he half-covered his cheeks with the neglected feather fan, so that no one could see the tears on it, "What a good name. …”

"It's so much better than Estelle from my time," murmured the young mother, blinded by favoritism.

"Xing Xing?" Shen Shangshuo repeated the female name, recalling the meaning of the old French name, and asked.

"Yes, you were like a little North Star when you were young, your heart melted when you laughed, but..." Baby you were crying most of the time.She thought about it for a while, and became happy again, "You look really nice and smart when you grow up now, and you have a pretty little face that can make all the girls fall in love with you."

"That's great," she repeated contentedly, making a pair of sweet little dimples.

Shenshang Shuo also slowly softened, his eyebrows and eyes bent harmlessly.He thought of the most unreasonable question and asked, "How did you recognize me? We haven't seen each other for many years?" It should have been more than ten years.

"My sweetheart." The young mother laughed mysteriously, clasped her hands before her chest, and her voice was like the sacred music recalled from the church cross steeples.

"The blood will always affect you and me, and tie our hearts tightly together. It is the imprint of time and painstaking hands."