The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

You can clearly see that the tables and chairs are overturned on the ground, all the cabinets have been opened and overturned, and even the window directly in front is half open. It's fortunate that this is a Japanese-style room where people sleep on tatami mats, otherwise the bed would probably have been damaged as well.

A thief has entered this room.

And it's hard not to subconsciously suspect certain things...

No, if you think about it carefully, the Phantom Troupe isn't the only bad guys in the world, and they don't seem like the type to do petty theft. It could just be a minor accident set up in the game.

Nanmao: There is no such setting.

But in order not to damage its own confidence, it chose to keep quiet.

Kusuo Saiki walked around the room, observing. Was this room still safe? First of all, a thief wouldn't commit a crime so close by, and the stolen goods probably wouldn't linger nearby. Why? For a thief, this was just a collection point, unlike a murderer who would be preoccupied with the aftermath and unable to sleep or eat properly, constantly revisiting the crime scene!

In other words, the thief won't come back!

Nanmao, who was listening attentively: Just to deduce this?!

I'm quite vulnerable right now, so safety is of paramount importance. As for how to catch the thief, well, it's okay if we don't. Even though the house is a mess, the thief probably only stole the valuables.

Nanmao: What a pity, if I could, I would have liked to beat the thief up.

Kusuo Saiki made this deduction. He had watched more than 1000 episodes of the Nanke anime and had more than 30 years of experience in telepathy. He believed that only a theft had occurred in the room and he was not worried that there were any ninja thieves hiding somewhere who would come out to ambush him.

Nanmao: Why would a ninja end up as a thief?

Kusuo Saiki began to tidy up the room, closing all the cabinets. As he expected, the prop cards, money, and maps were all taken, but the clothes, bedding, and other daily necessities were still left.

Since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it. He changed into his pajamas, closed the doors and windows, and drew the curtains tightly. Despite his drowsiness and exhaustion, he tidied the room and lay down on the soft bedding. A profound sense of satisfaction washed over him.

This is a feeling that ordinary people rarely have, because they gain a sense of satisfaction during their rest time due to their hard work.

Even though it was almost time to sleep, I felt a little excited because of it.

Enough! Calm down, calm down. Imagine yourself as a planktonic organism in the water. As an ordinary person who is extremely tired, the right thing to do is to sleep peacefully.

(?﹃?)zzZ

Beside the bedding, Nanmao's eyes were fixed on the wall to the left.

Chapter 172 Thrown into the trash can

The next day, Kusuo Saiki woke up very early.

At 6:30 in the morning, what woke him up was neither sunlight nor a biological clock, but a bodily instinct.

I'm hungry; I didn't eat dinner yesterday.

Kusuo Saiki got up and went into the bathroom, intending to wash up and brush his teeth. However, just as he was about to turn on the tap, he suddenly heard a sound coming from next to the bathroom.

Generally speaking, there is good sound insulation between rooms. However, it is often as if there is no wall between bathrooms. Even if there is a wall, you can always hear the sounds coming from the bathroom next door. Sometimes, even if no one is in the other bathroom, you can still hear the sounds of the neighbor in the next room through the poorly soundproofed bathroom.

Now Kusuo Saiki heard it.

"I was supposed to prepare presentation slides today. There aren't many real PhD and Master's students, but the competition still exists."

"But now there are more important things to do. After all, that thing is still very important, and everyone has completely regarded it as a partner."

"Yes, having a bounty on someone means there's a risk of being eaten, but having a bounty also means there are clues that make it easier for us to find them."

"Just be the first to pinch it."

"Okay. Everyone, wake up! Let's make a plan. Where there's a bounty, there's bound to be a brave soul. Mimi is still in danger."

"Captain, who is Mimi?"

"Don't you think Xiaose's new name is a bit strange?"

"But Mimi is strange too, isn't she?"

Saiki Kusuo, who had been holding down the tap for ages without moving: "I got up too fast and ran into the Phantom Troupe having a meeting."

"By the way, Feitan. Is there really no one next door? This apartment building looks rather shabby; it doesn't seem like the kind of place that would have good soundproofing."

After realizing it, I was immediately caught in an eavesdropping crisis. Hey, I didn't do it on purpose. You guys were talking so loudly by yourselves. Shouldn't the Phantom Troupe find a ruin or something for a meeting?

"No, I checked the other rooms yesterday afternoon. There's no one in the next room yet, but I've already scraped all the props from next room over."

You stole it, you bastard!

"Props? What kind of props are they? These props are quite magical; they might come in handy in some strange place."

"It's a memory album, a notebook. It sounded like a boring thing, so I ignored it."

If it's boring, then give it back to me.

"Memory Album, as the description says... allows you to see photos of the user from birth up to 10 years ago."

"Ten years? That's really not very useful."

What a useless thing. Superhumans who have clear memories from the age of 0 don't need it. In fact, if necessary, I could read and write down my childhood photos right now, although I can't actually use them.

"Let's just return it to them and not alert them."

It's too late to alert them now. Don't give it to me, I think it's useless. You can keep it yourselves. Don't just barge into ordinary people's homes. Didn't the nannies in Meteor City teach you this kind of common sense?

"Captain, if I'm returning it to someone else, may I look through it?"

It was a young woman's voice, probably Xiao Di.

"Sure, Little Di, are you curious about your past?"

"No, but if we knew her birthday, we could ask Miss Nosra to write a prophetic poem."

First, consider whether Neo will even listen to you.

"Little Di...don't you know your own birthday?"

This time it was a calm and steady voice; I didn't know who it was.

"Huh? Do I know?"

This child not only forgot his own birthday but also forgot that he remembered it. Just how bad is this child's memory?

The place next door quieted down for a bit.

"Wow—is this what Shizuku was like when she was little? She's actually kind of cute!"

Did you still open it? That's just a polite way of saying it, aren't newborns often described as looking like monkeys? And the voice sounds like a completely different person again; it seems like there are quite a few people next door.

Another female voice said, "Ah, really! I didn't expect it to be a bit dark-skinned. Now it's snow-white. It's so rare to see a newborn baby like this."

If you go to the obstetrics and gynecology department of a hospital, you'll see plenty of these newborn human babies.

"Haha, everyone is very clean when they are first born."

Uvogin's voice was loud and clear enough that the whole building could hear it.

"Actually, newborns should be dirty, but the photos show them after they've been cleaned."

Everyone was praising, but one person was saying something out of place.

"Page 2 is day 2. Does this photo represent every day from birth to now?"

"It doesn't seem to have changed much. Let's flip through the pages again."

"Page 3 is a week from now."

"His hair has grown a little longer, and judging from his surroundings, he should have left the hospital."

Hmm, I'm pretty sure now. This is Kuroro and Shizuku's voices communicating.

Kusuo Saiki stood in the bathroom. Continuing to wash up now was definitely not an option; it would make noise. It was obvious that the number of spiders gathered next door was far greater than he had imagined. It would be best not to be discovered. He might as well go back to sleep. There was no point in eavesdropping on other people's past.

Little Drop: "Page 4 is in the trash can, in the second week after birth."

Kuroro: "Luckily, I knew to wrap you in a cloth to keep you warm when I threw you away, otherwise it's hard to say whether you would have made it to Meteor City alive. It might also be to prevent you from climbing around randomly, so that you wouldn't be exposed to the world after leaving the trash can and have your reputation affected. However, Shizuku has always been a thin and well-behaved child since she was little. Will this have any impact?"

Xiao Di: "I remember now, when I was little, my nannies always told me to eat more."

"Hahaha, I didn't gain any weight at all, little one. I need to eat more now!"

Who is this? How many people are on the other side? Anyway, they must be male mothers.

How cheerful they are! Little Di was thrown into the trash can in the second week after birth, how can anyone still laugh? Normally, people should comfort each other at this time?

"Wogin, what do you think? You don't know your birthday."

"Sure, I'm also a little curious about what Uvogin looked like as a child. Feed Uvogin!"

When Kusuo Saiki noticed the commotion next door, he secretly turned on the tap.

Only a half-open faucet can draw water silently and slowly. After carefully drawing the water, he began to slowly squeeze out toothpaste.

He wasn't trying to eavesdrop on anything; he was just brushing his teeth and overheard the people next door chatting amongst themselves.

"Hahaha!"

"Pfft! Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

"Wokin, Wokin when he was a child!"

What's wrong? What was Uvogin like when he was a child? Let's talk about it. Don't just keep laughing.

Kuroro: "I didn't expect Uvogin to be so big at birth, but why is there so much blood on the swaddling clothes? It's like he suffered a massive hemorrhage during his birth..."

It's still just one person saying discouraging things.

Kusuo Saiki lowered his head to rinse his mouth and suddenly noticed that there was a rare moment of tranquility next door.

He was careful not to spit out the water in his mouth.

What's wrong? Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?

"It was thrown in the trash the very next day! Uvogin!"

Why? A child abandoned the very next day must be dying inside!

"He'll be in Meteor City in a week, all lively and energetic."

Wow, that's amazing! This is a natural-born enhancer.

Uvogin said irritably, "Hey, I'm perfectly fine right now, what's with those looks?"

"Even though I know that the future will be good, I still worry about the safety of this little gorilla when I see it being thrown away the next day."

"yes……"