Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In the blue dialog box in the lower right corner, there are only your own comments.

"Ms. Naomi Misora." L got straight to the point: "A murder happened in Los Angeles. Did you know that?"

"Should I know?"

Da da da character input.

"I set up this chat room just to tell you." He said with a hint of sarcasm, which was neither annoying nor intrusive, but made the listener understand the command in his voice: "This is a serial murder case with three victims as of yesterday. The number of victims may continue to increase. The news calls it the 'Cursed Doll Murder Case'."

Cursed Doll…?

To be honest, Naomi Misora ​​had no idea. Apart from her vacation (racing, sunbathing, drinking, and buying clothes), she was busy with Matilda's affairs.

"I want to solve this case." A strangely synthesized voice sounded through the laptop's speaker: "So, I need your help, Ms. Misora ​​Naomi."

"Why me?"

Naomi Misora ​​is not one of those girls who goes crazy when her idol says something to her. Although the mysterious detective L is indeed regarded as a god by many people, there are still two things that cannot be avoided:

'Why do you need my help?' and 'Why should I help you?'

Naomi Misora ​​had no idea how the person on the other side of the screen saw these words. She just heard a light laugh coming from the speaker, and then L said.

"Because you're an excellent investigator, Misora ​​Naomi."

"I'm on vacation." When no one was around, the detective typed with her lips puffed out in a childish manner, "A very precious vacation."

"I know, that's just fine."

Just…good?

The fingers that were about to type paused.

What's just right?

"It would take quite some time to explain, so let's just watch a video."

The huge Gothic "L" did not disappear, and corresponding to the monologue-like chat box in the lower right corner, a rectangular video popped up in the lower left corner. It was cut and spliced ​​into one, and then someone pressed the fast-forward button.

Naomi Misora's pupils constricted.

The person in the picture is Mori Yuesha.

Every one of them.

In conjunction with the video, the voice on the other side of the screen said: "When you say 'vacation', do you mean that you and this kid just finished the case of the man named 'Stanfield'?"

L's voice paused for half a second. Seeing that the other party did not send another text, he continued: "For the next case, I want you to bring the girl in the video with you."

Naomi Misora ​​knew that Mori Tsukisa's "ability" could not be hidden from those who were interested for too long. She didn't expect that L would discover the problem after just such a short while.

"I'm very surprised. I checked the case you accidentally intervened in during your 'vacation' this time. The description in it was vague. After that, I asked the local authorities to check the surveillance video. Miss Misora ​​Naomi, although I don't want to speculate maliciously, the facts are obvious before my eyes."

"This girl is probably the murderer who killed Stanfield. Whether it's counting the time when the monitoring equipment was powered off and the frequency of her appearance, or profiling her behavior trajectory in the surveillance... Never mind, it's actually very simple."

"With your experience and acumen, you should be able to see it."

"Moreover, I don't think she tried to hide it. On the contrary...she felt confident?"

Naomi Misora ​​took a deep breath and placed her hands on the keyboard.

I do not know what to say.

"But you didn't arrest her. One possibility is that Stanfield really should be executed, and you happened to have developed feelings for the child in the case; another possibility is that you couldn't arrest her."

"Which one?" The person on the other side of the screen was puzzled. He stretched out his tone: "Maybe - both?"

"Misora?"

Every key suddenly felt solid and heavy, and the woman couldn't press it anymore. What should she say?

The cold black font on the screen revealed the secret that she had just decided to hide half a day ago. Just as Misora ​​Naomi was considering whether to refuse to answer, the other party apologized in an uncharacteristic way.

"I'm really sorry, this is not my intention." He said, "It's just that you probably don't know the true face of the female creature named "Mori Yuesha"?"

Real...face?

"The information has been sent."

Tick.

In the upper left corner are photos of paper documents. It looks like they were taken a long time ago. The ink stains on the paper are not very clear and the paper is slightly yellowed.

'Titanic...'

'Howard Stark...'

'survivor…'

'The girl who disappeared...'

'Miraculous transfer: the secrets of the ship entering the port and the fog...'

Naomi Misora's eyes moved quickly, and she read all the information meticulously. To be honest, this did not cause her too much shock: after all, what's the problem with a girl who can use magic living a few decades or even hundreds of years longer?

But this is exactly what L is curious about.

"You don't look surprised?" The other party did not receive a reply from Naomi Misora, so he made more inferences: "As expected... Stanfield turned into a pile of dry bones. Only supernatural powers can do this, right?"

"If Miss Misora ​​already knew that the girl had such power, when she saw this information, she would at most think, 'Since it's a supernatural power, it's normal to live a few more years.' Then, she would think about how to respond to me first."

“So, my inference was correct.”

Since there is a gap in IQ, let's just keep it simple.

"What is your purpose?" Naomi Misora ​​pressed enter to send. She was not actually worried about what L would do to Mori Tsukisa. After "slightly" seeing the crazy girl's methods, the woman had thought about what level of military and firepower would be needed to capture or kill the other party.

That conclusion is terrifying, not to mention that Mori Yuesa must have more abilities than what he sees.

L saw Naomi Misora's rhetorical question, and this simple rhetorical question made him think for a long time.

"I have to explain." Finally, his voice fluctuated: "I am really surprised..."

“Does the supernatural power really exist?”

"Sorry...I dropped my spoon."

There was a sound of friction between floor and metal from the other side.

The sound of a door opening, whispers, and then L's thanks.

After a long while, the person on the other side finally adjusted the microphone.

"Go on." After the gurgling sound of swallowing the liquid ended, Naomi Misora ​​even heard him smack his lips: "I am indeed very interested in supernatural powers - but not in her 'immortality'. I don't want eternal life, nor do I like a world without challenges. I have used my authority to erase and hide the past history of Miss "Mori Yuesha"."

"Interestingly..."

"I found out there was another guy who did the same thing."

"Who do you think it is?"

Chapter 48 The Cursed Doll

There is no need to guess about Naomi Misora.

Judging from the information L transmitted to her, only one person's name appeared clearly in it.

Howard Stark.

In other words, the person who erased Mori Yuesha's information was most likely his son: Anthony Edward Stark.

This just happened to prove that L's judgment was true - otherwise, why would the other party try their best to erase the information left by Mori Yuesha...? Doesn't this just prove that she did exist in that period of history?

"You are indeed an excellent agent, Miss Misora." L praised: "Yes, I made this judgment based on the data and information from various sources."

"It's not like I haven't heard about some experiments conducted by the military of various countries and rumors about myths and non-humans - they are just rumors after all. Maybe they are hiding information from me? After all, I'm just a detective... The existence of this girl, Mori Yuesha, is truly frightening."

Naomi Misora ​​thought to herself that if you had seen her maid's complete form, you wouldn't be surprised by such a small thing.

"So, I'm curious about this Miss Mori Yuesha. Is she human? Is she a creature living in this world? How many creatures are there like her? What she calls 'supernatural' refers to immortality, magic, or something else we can't understand? Does she really have a gender? Can she paralyze cameras and other electronic devices? Does she..."

L threw out a lot of questions like a machine gun holding the trigger and firing continuously.

Then, after giving Naomi Misora ​​a few seconds to catch her breath, she spoke again: "I just want to clarify some issues. Bring my invitation to Miss Mori Yuesa - if she agrees."

"You mean she has the right to refuse?"

L: "Of course, just because it's fun."

Naomi Misora ​​pressed the keyboard heavily: "I will tell you."

"I can't guarantee she'll agree."

"Even so, she's still a child... I hope you—"

"Ah, I'm not interested in children. Although she has a great figure. I still prefer mature women like Misora, or... idols are also OK? Speaking of which, I've recently liked a Japanese idol, what's her name..."

Misora ​​Naomi: …

"I'm getting engaged soon."

"it's a pity."

"???"

Why is the topic going off topic?

Misora ​​Naomi suddenly realized that she and the detectives in the investigation organization had never really understood L. Was he...so naive and childish in his daily life, except when he was investigating a case?

Is it a disguise, or is it real, straightforward childishness...?

incredible.

A world-class detective must possess extraordinary intelligence and rigorous logic. Could such a person be as naive as a child?

Naomi Misora ​​tried to convince herself, but suddenly the face of Mori Tsukisa appeared in her mind. She also possessed "superhuman powers", so did that child...

"Ms. Misora?"

"If my last statement caused you unnecessary emotions, I can apologize."

Misora ​​Naomi rubbed her temple.

It’s really…

"I'm not angry, L. I was just searching for the case you just mentioned. 'The Cursed Doll Murder Case', I saw it. Do you want to tell me in detail?"

After chatting about some side topics, we finally got to the point.

The first case: Hollywood Avenue, a man was murdered in a bedroom of a mansion. His name was Bilib Blazemed, a freelance writer. We will call him A for short. He took drugs that made him lose consciousness, and then the murderer strangled him with a rope or something around his neck from behind. There was no sign of struggle.

The second case occurred four days later: on Third Avenue in the business district, a woman in an apartment. Her name was Paola Potts - referred to as B. This time it was a beating to death. The murderer seemed to have used some kind of stick-like weapon, hitting the victim's forehead from the front - she was also in a coma due to drugs.

The third case: a female in a residence near a subway station in the western part of the city. Her name is Bakuyad Batmus, or C for short. This time it was due to excessive blood loss.

Three people, three murders, and the lives of the three victims had no intersection.

Why is it defined as a serial murder case?

Because whether it was the 44-year-old writer (A), the 13-year-old girl (B) or the 28-year-old female bank clerk (C), the same items were found at the scene of their death.

Cursed Doll.

"Cursed doll?" Naomi Misora ​​frowned. This thing... came from her country, she was very familiar with it.

"Yes, four were found at A's crime scene. They were nailed to the wall."

"Three of B's ​​crime scene. Nailed to the wall."

"There are two crime scenes at C. Same thing."

4...3...2...

It's like a countdown.

That's why it's called the 'Cursed Doll Murder Case'.

"I hope to solve the case before the next death appears. Miss Misora, that's why I need your help." L said after giving the outline of the case.

In fact, Naomi Misora ​​had many doubts, such as why this case was not directly transferred through the FBI. L had the ability to ask the organization to provide him with help. But he didn't, and instead found herself who was on vacation?

This made the detective feel that something was wrong. Why...