Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"what does that mean?"

"The screen went black for two minutes..."

So he left his post without permission.

"This happens all the time!" The policeman argued unwillingly: "We were having lunch and were planning to repair it later. Who knows..."

Who knew Mr. Stanfield could get himself into this state in two minutes?

"And," he added, "not only in the interrogation room, but all surveillance equipment was stopped for two minutes."

Misora ​​Naomi frowned: "You mean, all? Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

It sounds a bit like a cell phone facing a signal jammer, or a hacker facing a computer - but it's unlikely. The monitoring facilities and computers here are not connected to the external network, so there is no possibility of external intrusion. And inside...

Naomi Misora ​​sighed to herself.

Looking at the skeleton, the perceptive FBI lady immediately thought of the first suspect who might have committed the crime.

Mori Tsukisa.

Only she has the ability to dismantle several people to the bone within two minutes.

Magic is possible.

"Have you thought of anything?" Ned saw the woman's worried look and patted her shoulder: "Nankong?"

Naomi Misora ​​raised her eyes: "No, I don't know..."

"I..." She looked pale and kept shaking her head: "I can't believe it... How is this possible?"

Indeed, all the people present had the same expression. No one could imagine that such a large project could be completed by manpower in just two minutes - and in a police station.

"Go back and have a rest." Ned pursed his lips and opened a back door for Naomi Misora. Logically, this was the scene of the crime, and no one present could leave. But Naomi Misora ​​was not affiliated with their local area, and besides, she was smoking with him at the door when the crime happened.

She is not a suspect.

"Go back and rest first. This kind of scene is still too much for you..."

"Underestimating people? Ned?"

The black man laughed. “I’m not looking down on you. I can still vividly remember you throwing me upside down. I’m saying that you’ve been exhausted these days. Go back and have a rest. If there’s any progress, I’ll let you know.”

Naomi Misora ​​walked out of the police station with a pale face.

Then the cool color returned.

She had to find an excuse to get away quickly and find the troublemaker who was behind this.

Troublemaker : Mori Tsukisa.

What a trouble maker!

Chapter 46 The Sudden Detective

Mori Yuesa was waiting for her.

Several people were sitting in a pizza shop along the street. When Naomi Misora ​​walked in with a sullen face, Matilda was still shouting while holding a cup of steaming Coke.

"cheers!"

"Cheers, cheers!"

Nagini sat on the left outer side, serving the two heartless girls.

They were actually in the mood to celebrate.

Naomi Misora ​​was so angry that she almost laughed.

"Mori! Yue! Sha!"

"Hi! I'm here, I'm here!"

The detective's hair fluttered with her steps, messy and sharp like black algae. She stopped in front of the table, lowered her head, and stared at Mori Yuesha's pretty little face.

Now it has trouble written all over it.

"What did you do?"

Mori Yuesha rolled her eyes and said, "Please... please treat me?"

"I'm asking you what you did to Stanfield."

"Don't accuse me wrongly. I have been here the whole time. I absolutely, absolutely have nothing..."

Before she finished her words, Matilda betrayed her in an instant. Surprise and relief appeared in the girl's big brown eyes. She put down the Coke and held Mori Yuesha's hand.

"Really? Really? You really killed him?!"

Naomi Misora ​​folded her hands, expressionless.

Mori Tsukisa: ...Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Nagini still had that gentle look on her face. She stood up and pulled out a chair for Naomi Misora, asking her to sit down and talk slowly.

"any drinks?"

Naomi Misora ​​pointed at the cup of Coke in Mori Tsukisa's hand. The other party hugged her tighter and tighter with a vigilant look on her face, which only aroused the woman's malice.

"I'll drink your drink."

"Order for yourself!"

"I'm thirsty now."

"Just bear with it for a while."

"No."

"Misora ​​Naomi!"

"Mori Tsukisa!"

The two women, one big and one small, with long black hair and dark eyes, glared at each other. Matilda looked at Mori Tsukisa and then at Misora ​​Naomi, and carefully handed over her cup of Coke. She tugged at Misora ​​Naomi's sleeve.

"elder sister…?"

Matilda's hair was no longer as messy as before. After being combed by Nagini, she also playfully pinned a crystal hairpin. There was no longer any sadness or gloom in her eyes. Instead, she let go of her past and looked like a real girl of her age.

What troubled her was a relief for Matilda.

My brother's revenge has been achieved.

Naomi Misora ​​lowered her eyes and touched the girl's soft short hair.

"What are your plans for the future?" She suddenly changed the subject and brushed aside what happened at Stanfield and the police station. "Matilda, do you want to come back to Japan with me?"

Back to...Japan?

"Well, I can adopt you." Naomi Misora ​​looked at Matilda: "Although it is a little difficult, it is not completely impossible. Do you want to live with me?"

"I…"

"It's okay. There's still plenty of time. Think about it carefully in the next two days." The woman smiled and stood up to leave. "I'm going back for vacation. Nagini has my contact information. If anything 'strange' happens again, please call me immediately."

These words were said while looking at Nagini.

The maid apologized: "I will take good care of the master. However, Mr. Stan's matter will cause trouble to Miss Misora, right?"

"What?" Naomi Misora ​​blinked, and her sharp eyes suddenly became a little cute: "What's the matter?"

"I don't know anything. I don't want to worry about criminals who are skilled at killing people and then dissecting them. I'm also a woman who is about to get engaged..."

The big black cat stretched himself and said, "I'm going to enjoy my last vacation before my engagement..."

"See you later, three of you."

Naomi Misora ​​walked away swaying her hips with an innocent look on her face.

…………

……

The record played happily in the record player, making the fat woman's melodious voice gentle and tender.

The woman took off her top and pants, unfastened the buckle on the back of her vest with one hand, loosened her shoulders, and put on dark blue satin pajamas.

The rich and deep flavor of rye whiskey is concentrated in the mouth of the cup, which balances the bitterness of Campari and makes it bloom later on the tip of the tongue. The smooth and light liquid exudes a herbal fragrance, just like the cheerful song on the record player.

Natural and romantic.

Naomi Misora ​​put her long legs together, propped up on the table, and leaned back in the computer chair. The woman was unbridled in this space that belonged to her alone, sipping her drink and humming along with the female voice on the record player.

The phone screen lit up with a message from a loved one.

"I miss you."

It was a relationship that was more gentle than the woman in the record player. Naomi Misora ​​held the relationship and sprinkled it into the wine glass like salt. When she drank it again, the faint scent of citrus and roses caused ripples of longing in her heart...

He tapped his fingers a few times.

She replied: “I miss you too.”

After half of the liquid was drunk, the song was also halfway through. The thin legs danced along, and the thin blue blood vessels added a bit of fragility to the legs. At least, at this moment, they were fragile and soft.

Do you want to paint your nails a light green color? I have never had the chance to dress up for him. If I give it to Lei as a surprise...

Naomi Misora ​​drank up the wine, twitched her toes, and fantasized about...

sizzle.

The laptop screen jumped a few times, and the sound suddenly tore apart the fairy-tale warmth and fantasy in the room. It only took a second for Naomi Misora ​​to transform from a girl longing for love into a sharp-eyed detective.

She sat up straight, buttoned her blouse, and typed a few words on the keyboard.

In the hidden work mailbox, an email was quietly lying there. It was sent just now. After Misora ​​Naomi manipulated the mouse to open it, there was a line of clickable links and a conversation from the sender at the bottom.

It reads:

"Ms. Naomi Misora:"

"I am very sorry for this intrusive letter."

"There is an incident that needs to be resolved and I hope to get your help. If you are willing to assist me, please click on the above link within five minutes to enter the third part of the third area of ​​the FUNNY DISH server. Note: This email and communication server will only exist for five minutes."

After reading the email, Naomi Misora ​​read it twice from beginning to end - and finally confirmed the signature again.

This name... everyone in the investigation organization, including Jiaqi, couldn't possibly not know it - no, it should be said that they couldn't not know it. Although it could be a prank by other colleagues, it didn't seem like a fake.

It was said that the criminals who used this name, who never appeared in public, eventually met their end. Therefore, Naomi Misora ​​tentatively concluded that this email was probably genuine.

"It's really troublesome..."

The woman scratched her head and looked at the time in the lower right corner of the screen.

Tsk…two minutes have passed.

She dragged the mouse and gently clicked the blue address line, entering the service area and the briefly opened communication room.

A gorgeous and highly decorative Gothic single English letter appeared on the screen, and other than that, the screen was silver-white.

A synthesized voice came out of the laptop's speakers, greeting the woman in her pajamas.

"I'm L."

Chapter 47 Erase Data

"I'm L."

The cold synthetic voice, this is the 'voice of L' that is familiar to all investigation organizations around the world. Naomi Misora ​​herself has heard it many times, but to hear her name called out like this...

Still the first time.

"Hello." After greeting, the woman was annoyed to find that the other party did not seem to have turned on her microphone - she had no choice but to type "Hello" word by word on the keyboard to send it to the screen.