About my dream of being their mother

Edogawa Ranpo understood some truths when he was a child.

Adults are hypocrites.

Adults are hypocrites.

His parents protected him very well, and they told Edogawa Ranpo a truth: "This world is exactly the same as the world you see."

Exactly the same.

Nothing is different.

Everyone has two eyes, one nose and one mouth, and the human brain is under the cover.

"If you rush to show everything about yourself, then these grown-ups will treat you like a monkey."

"Because everyone wears a mask to live."

When you look at the goldfish in the aquarium, the goldfish also looks at you in the aquarium.

No one knows who the clown is.

You feel that you have imprisoned the freedom of the goldfish, but why is this freedom not imposed on you by the goldfish?

Edogawa Ranpo understood this truth.

——He was so well protected.

"...Why do I need to buy a ticket for the bus?"

—so that he did not understand such a simple truth.

"Why do you have to pay for things?"

Helpless, treated as a thief, a liar, and the flood of gossip rushed at the young child like a vicious curse.

"It's just a child, you don't need to be so harsh."

"I paid for him."

Sakurako saved him.

But did not look at him.

But Edogawa Ranpo was intimidated.

This guy……

This guy…

His whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of black silt, even with a smile on his face, it was a distorted smile like a TV.

Unreal and unreal.

will die.

Edogawa Ranpo felt that if he got close, he would definitely die.

This guy would not hesitate to let those things invisible to the naked eye that patted his shoulder kill him.

Can't keep up.

That's it...just leave.

but--

【She is going to pick up her child. 】

Ah... At this moment, the fear seemed to be covered up.

This was the beginning of what Sakurako didn't know.

And at this beginning, all the memories of getting along with Yingzi seem to be deprived.

There are no more sakura in the photo.

There are no traces of Yingzi on the family tree.

But the memory is still engraved in Edogawa Ranpo's mind.

What happened after that seemed to be far beyond the scope of Edogawa Ranpo's thinking.

The white hair I saw was named Gojo Satoru, and he took over everything.

Whether it's Fu Heihui, or Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren, or it doesn't matter if it's me, a child who was adopted halfway.

An unreliable older brother takes over his younger brother.

...It's really weird after all.

Ranpo Edogawa was dizzy, yawned, sat in the car home, grabbed Yuzuki Yuhito's slender arm, and asked him cautiously: "Why did you go with this person?"

"Teacher Wutiao?"

"kindness."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wutiao is a very reliable adult, although he is like a child with a bad temper and likes to tease people and collect people's dark history."

...Is this a compliment?

Edogawa Ranpo yawned.

At least it's safe.

And, following them, you can see Yingzi.

Hmm...just a few years?

It looks like three or four years.

In fact... If I really want to say it, I am also very reliable.

I can also protect Sakurako.

Marrying Sakura or something... Hehe, I'm a little shy when I think about it.

At that time, Knotabagi Yuhito will not be able to call me brother, but will call me father, right?

It's really good when you think about it carefully.

The author has something to say: Random Step: Call Dad!

Huzi: ...I treat you like a brother and you treat me like a son?

One thousand daily changes are also daily changes.

I have to write it quickly... I'm so worried about cursing back to Thunderstorm... I've tortured this guy with brains like this, and he told me that he might be a flower grower...?

My fucking jjxx——@∝=/>