Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Kurihara paused as he stepped forward.

Although from previous contact, he already knew that the other party had a smart mind different from ordinary people, so he included him in the range of allies he could win over, but he never thought that his secret could be seen through to such an extent, it was simply It's like standing there naked and letting everyone look at it at will.

If the secret of gender is discovered, it can be explained with super powers of observation without hiding the buff.But his age was clearly restricted by his supernatural powers, and he had just appeared in his teens, but he was still scolded by a boy in a detective uniform, which was really unbelievable.

Could it be that he has special abilities or something?For example, the God of Truth who can see into the core of all things resides in his eyes, and Xiao Xiao can clearly play the ins and outs of the whole thing in his brain in an instant... Does it sound ridiculous?That's right, apart from explaining it with ridiculous reasons, he felt that it didn't make sense at all.

Anyway, he is sure of one thing, that there is no such thing as a strange thing in the world who likes this kind of feeling.

For him who is unwilling to communicate with others and wraps himself up layer by layer, it is an extremely bad experience.

But now, even if it slightly exceeds his psychological expectations, there is no possibility of backing down.To be precise, it is precisely because the opponent has such a terrifying ability that he is the best candidate to break the game.

Thinking of this, his slightly stiff expression immediately warmed up, and then he sat down as if nothing had happened, facing the black-haired boy who was fiddled with the remaining mochi skin in the bowl.

"Mr. Ranpo is indeed very powerful."

Through the other party's self-flattering address, the heart player who is good at climbing along the pole immediately used an affectionate name, and by the way opened a pair of round blue eyes, posing a respectful gesture that has never seen the world, and praised bluntly: " Although there are various reasons why I became a juvenile body... But you are the first to discover the truth without me telling you!"

"Hmph, that's of course, nothing can escape the eyes of Lord Ranpo." The kid-tempered detective was very fond of this, with his hands folded habitually on his chest, with a look of "I'm super invincible" The immodest appearance of "awesome" is very similar to a cat slowly raising its small tail.

Rather than calling it conceited and conceited, it is more appropriate to describe it with the word "natural".

The world of a genius is completely different from that of ordinary people. His every move is based on the nature of his bones. He is not a paper tiger who is deliberately arrogant and arrogant, but is so eye-catching by nature. There is no need to learn Hide your uniqueness—so what if you're not likable enough?That wasn't something he should waste his brain thinking about.

Fortunately, the guy in front of him in the shell of a young gentleman is different from others. He always wants to improve his status by questioning and belittling him, and he is very proud of it, so he thinks that the two of them can have a good chat.

Isn't the exchange of sincerity for sincerity a basic mode of interpersonal communication?

Kurihara was naturally well versed in this, and knew how to communicate with cats best. At this moment, he smoothed his hair and expressed his doubts: "Is it possible that Mr. Ranpo is also a supernatural being? That's right, see Looks great."

"Hmm, Ranpo-sama is the most powerful supernatural user in the world—"

"Then you have already noticed the bad things about this "amusement park", right? "

Knowing that there is no need to go around in circles with him, the heart player for the first time gave up the routine of going around and going around right, and started to go straight to the topic, asking in a low voice: "In this case, can you help us all solve the difficulty together? To tell you the truth , I came here just to ask for help."

"Well, I can't interfere in that kind of thing." Unexpectedly, Edogawa Ranpo rejected the proposal without hesitation, and then turned around to gesture to the waiter for two more bowls. Then he sat on the bench shaking his legs, eagerly waiting for a new round of desserts to be served.

During this period, he didn't mean to explain much, and let the audience guess his thoughts.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency and his father-in-law, has already adapted to his style. Now he keeps his hands in his sleeves and does not express any opinions, but the sight of the "loli" in front of him from time to time reveals his innermost feelings It's not as calm as it looks on the surface.

Perhaps he has already begun to doubt whether there is some kind of necessary connection between the other party and Alice.

No way, who made the so-called legal loli really fit the old enemy's weird hobby, and suddenly one popped out of nowhere, with such an ambiguous attitude and no sense of camp at all, it was very alarming for him normal thing.

Kurihara never cared about the gazes other than "Mr. Mori". Even if he sensed the man's defense and estrangement towards him, he could still show him a warm smile without any grievances, like a pure little angel who knows nothing about the world, and it was logical He quickly turned on the begging mode: "Actually, I haven't eaten for a long time, I wonder if we can come together...?"

"...Hmm." He clearly knew that the little guy in front of him was an adult with a cute appearance, but perhaps because of his cat control attribute, he had no resistance to those crystal clear round blue eyes, and was caught After staring at it for a long time, his mind was filled with the phantom of the kitten meowing around him, and he nodded unconsciously.

There is a tiger in his heart sniffing the roses, which is probably used to describe his type.

So no matter how hard he seems to be approachable, the little devil who is good at trying to figure out people's hearts still dares to stretch out his tentative claws, and use a good-looking way to get closer to increase the possibility of winning for his own team - to win over all possible "players", that is Kurihara Wataru's purpose of this trip.

Regardless of whether Edogawa Ranpo is willing to help or not, at least, he will never be separated from the supervisor (shovel) guard (shit) person (officer), right?Then there is no problem.

In order to show that he has no sincerity to grab food, the pink-haired young lady avoided the option of red bean and mochi, and casually ordered a bowl of poplar nectar and drank it slowly.When the sweet taste infiltrated the taste buds and flowed down his throat, he realized that his speculation was correct. Even if there was no hunger feeling from the abdomen, the human physiological instinct was still there, but it was blocked and could not be sensed normally.

It's like the bridge linking the two parties suddenly breaking, unable to communicate normally, and waiting for the moment of reconnection to realize that both sides are already in a very critical state.

What's more, it is very likely that they will die without realizing it...

——Could it be that the young man who claimed to be Ranpo-sama discovered the principle in advance again?

If he hadn't sensed the unique aura of survival players from the other party, he would have suspected that the young man digging red bean stuffing happily was a hidden veteran... But then again, probably no guy who has participated in similar games is still alive. Keep a pure and flawless heart, and let's show your differences boldly.

No matter how stupid and arrogant, there is a limit.

"Because—it's boring."

Maybe he read his thoughts from an unknown place again, Edogawa Ranbu swallowed the red beans in his mouth, and complained vaguely with a spoon in his mouth, "Although it is something that can be played There are a lot of games, and you won’t feel tired, and you can pass the time in various ways, but you will feel boring after playing it once.”

In other words, the energetic famous detective took advantage of the special opportunity to play all the items in the amusement park, but still felt very dissatisfied.

The handle of the spoon swayed with the agitation of his cheeks, making one wonder if the black-haired boy was venting his dissatisfaction, and the next moment he was going to bite it off like a lollipop.

Fortunately, he did not surpass the teeth of ordinary people, and quickly threw it into the empty bowl, and then concluded without beginning and ending: "I said it before, if you choose indiscriminately, you will regret it."

"How can it be considered a random choice, I have clearly considered it carefully..."

Recalling the scene at that time, Kurihara couldn't help but darken his expression, subconsciously clenched the spoon in his hand, and firmly embedded the end into his soft palm.The ever-spreading pain stimulated the nerves, forcibly stopping the birth of the bad negative state, which made him recover quickly, and seized the opportunity to try to make a comeback, "Well, it turns out that I did do something wrong. Then, Chaos Why don't you want to help, sir? It won't do you any good if you can't break the barrier of the "amusement park", right? "

"It's not that I don't want to help, but that I can't help."

A detective corrected his statement with some gloom. The originally upturned hair fell down in a suitable way, and it seemed that it lacked the vitality it should have normally.

"—Just like you, this "amusement park" is surrounded by strange substances, people can only see the outline, but they can't understand it deeply. "

"like me?"

The pink-haired one who was classified into the same category couldn't help being stunned, repeating the key words reflexively, searching for related content over and over again in his brain.If he was an artificial human loaded with a mechanical core, he would have been overheated and smoked from the top of his head at this moment, and he would not be able to run at all.

——The same as him, the same... Sure enough, it has something to do with the "book", right?Why is there a feeling of being found fault.

In order to verify his conjecture, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the countdown timer on his wrist, and raised it up to the black-haired boy, "Is it it?"

"Wow--"

Edogawa Ranbu was like a child who had seen a strange scene, and let out a childlike exclamation. At the same time, he stood up and supported the messy table with his hands, regardless of whether the obviously crumbling dishes would be caught by him. After knocking it down, he took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and said enthusiastically, "Let me see, let me see!"

After wearing his "supernatural props", his expression suddenly became calm and calm, as if he was a different person, and even his voice was slowly lowered, breaking away from his usual detached temperament.

In order to make him more imposing, the guardian sitting on one side moved his fingers calmly, using the principle of air flow in ancient martial arts, to help the small cloak behind him fly into the air gently.

At first glance, it is estimated that no one can understand the small movements in it, and there will be misunderstandings immediately, thinking that it is caused by the special effect of the special ability.

Only the pink-haired fairy cat with amazing observation ability took a glance, and immediately noticed the clue. There was a faint look of incomprehension in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why the other party would go so far as to play such a naive trick—not so much It is "favor", it would be more appropriate to correct it as "coax", as if trying to make up for one's past mistakes.

The man once known as the "Silver Wolf Warrior" was so sharp, he caught the little guy who was sneaking at him on the spot, and met his eyes.

But he soon secretly regretted it.

After all, it wasn't something glorious, the quicker I reacted, the more embarrassing it became, and my face became taut unconsciously, and my originally majestic appearance became more and more ferocious, which could be used to stop a child from crying at night.

But from the point of view of the little devil disguised as a harmless creature, the appearance is really very interesting, the sharp eyes that seem to be cold and threatening are obviously flickering with embarrassment, which reminds people of a large canine creature that has done something wrong, No matter how fierce it is, it can't stop the cute and stupid nature inside.

——Oh, it's canine again, no wonder it's stupid.

The cat owner understands this, so he withdraws his gaze empathetically, and continues to stick together with his intelligent counterparts, whispering and sharing information.

"Has Mr. Ranpo noticed anything? I heard that once the beating timer reaches zero, I will die."

"Isn't that the obvious thing?"

Edogawa Ranpo seemed to have heard something rare and ordinary, and his expression was unmoved at all, but there was an inorganic coldness in the green eyes that no longer kept smiling and curved, which made his whole body Looking mature and cold, the content revealed in the mouth becomes very penetrating together, lacking the empathy that humans should have.

If he was a doctor, I'm afraid he would start shaking his head three times in the next moment, expressing: It's hopeless, wait for death, and leave.

However, the difference in role positioning means that from the very beginning, his focus was not on this place, but he probed into the depths of the undetectable shadow, and found the clue that was infinitely close to the core, "It really is. You Your body——has something that can reveal the whole truth. Not only what can be seen with the naked eye, but also those parts that are hidden in the depths of your memory, even you yourself have forgotten..."

"Has my memory been destroyed like Dunjun's...?" Fenfa, who was awakened by him, was muttering to himself. The shattered jigsaw puzzle is gradually taking shape, gradually restoring its proper appearance.

Unlike Atsushi Nakajima, he can clearly recall memories of the past, just like viewing a recorded CD, with a rather impersonal precision.

Every minute, every second, every moment.

So he never suspected that there was a problem with his memory.

Now, no problem is the biggest problem.How far must the human brain be developed to be as accurate as a machine?Did someone use special means to tamper with his memory, or in other words, carried out physical transformation?

Covering broken things with new, perfect things is undoubtedly the most efficient means of restoration.

Thinking about it carefully, why did his [priest] job title stay at the age of thirteen or fourteen, which happened to coincide with the week of coma that his friend said... Is all this just a coincidence?