Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"really?"

“They’re in the shape of five-pointed stars and small animals.”

"I am looking forward."

Naomi Misora ​​was indeed surprised that Mori Tsukisa admitted her "inhuman" behavior, but she was even more surprised to hear L say in person, "If there is a chance, we can meet." - for so many years, so many cases, so many detectives, he had never invited or promised these things...

Is it because of Mori Yuesha’s special nature?

"That's not the case, Ms. Misora. I just like this kind of personality that has no logic and relies solely on 'intuition', including her understanding of the word 'interesting'..." L explained, and fearing that Misora ​​Naomi might not understand, he gave an example.

"Two plus two equals four. Children can answer this kind of question correctly with hard work." He asked, "Ms. Mori Yuesha, is it because of hard work that you get good grades every time?"

Of course not, it’s because of intuition.

In other words, suppose: 2 + 2 = ?

A: 1 B: 2 C: 3 D: 4

For a question like this, Mori Yuesha knew to choose D at first sight, not because she listened to the lecture or calculated it in her mind, but because her "intuition" told her to do so. Although it would not work if it was too complicated, it would be no problem if it was only a high school level question.

"Oh my God...you, are all the math problems you need to solve like this?" Naomi Misora ​​was shocked.

"You still need to learn a little bit..." Mori Yuesha made a small gap with her thumb and index finger: "A little bit, learn a little bit, and the rest depends on intuition..."

Isn't this Meng? !

Naomi Misora ​​was possessed by her mother for a moment, nagging at Mori Yuesha: "You won't be able to get into a good university like this! You...you, how can you just rely on your intuition? When you go to university, many courses will become more difficult, you have to listen to the lectures, do exercises..."

L interrupted Misora's mother.

"Ms. Misora, I think it's foolish that you're worried about whether Mori Tsukisa can get into a top university or graduate safely."

Misora ​​Naomi: …

It's a bit stupid.

This child, no, she might not even be human...

"In this regard, what Mori Yuesha longs for is: a free and interesting life and world. Watch and listen to interesting stories, experience interesting people and scenery..."

"Is that right?"

dong dong dong.

Mori Yuesha tapped the microphone with her nails: "Right, applause for you!"

so good.

There was silence in the receiver. He listened to the knocking sounds and pinched his expressionless face.

"It's nice to live a free life."

"I think I want it too..."

Mori Yuesa moved her ears. "Eh? Can't Mr. L live freely?" It sounded a bit pitiful.

Misora ​​Naomi raised her eyebrows and interrupted, "It's not just L. I think almost everyone can't live freely."

That's it.

But Mori Yuesha doesn't care about 'everyone'.

Is Mr. L having such a hard time? It's rare to meet a great friend who can talk to you.

She grinned and suggested, "How about...I'll go save you?!"

…what?

Before the female detective could flick her finger, L smiled and teased Mori Yuesa: "Ah, Mori Yuesa is such a warm-hearted girl. But there are a lot of guys guarding me, are you sure?"

"Of course! The brave princess saves the vulnerable prince - although the princess doesn't like the prince, the princess can also save another princess or prince you like as well...?"

"Heroic Sasa!"

L felt the need to explain: "Sorry... I like girls, mature and plump."

"Huh? The comics I read are all about princes and princes being together?"

"Maybe the guy who drew the comics is broken."

"Tsk, it's okay even if you like the princess. So what? Mr. L's situation, friends must not just ignore it - don't worry, tell me where you are, we will come to save you!"

L suddenly turned off the microphone.

Friend...?

I've never had any friends. People who can be ordered around and then sacrifice their lives for the sake of something noble... do they count?

The eyes under the black hair were filled with rejection and desire, two completely opposite emotions colliding in the dark abyss, resisting each other's invasion. He sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a spoon.

friend…

"Hello? Moshimoshi, Prince L?"

…Friends, are you someone who can give nicknames to people at will?

No, it's just Mori Yuesa's bad habit.

He turned the microphone back on.

"Prince or something... That's too embarrassing. Ms. Mori Yuesa, I was just joking just now. I'm not illegally imprisoned by anyone, I just seldom go out."

Mori Yuesa was a little disappointed: "…It's getting boring."

"Yeah... Life is boring. Compared to me, you've had a much more interesting life, haven't you?" From the beginning, L's tone towards Mori Tsukisa changed again. Naomi Misora ​​felt that it seemed more natural, more...

It's hard to tell. She couldn't hear any more information from the synthesized voice. It was just more... casual?

"Well, I want to make a stunning appearance from the sky..."

"By all means, don't."

"There is nothing I can do to help Mr. Prince."

"As for helping... apart from this case, there are other things I can do."

"Really? Really? Blow up a building, or infiltrate some dark organization?"

"Ah, I've always liked the voice of a certain idol. Can you help me get a collector's edition CD of her concert?"

“I’m actually pretty good at singing…”

"Do you want to sing now?"

"Do you want to hear it?"

Naomi Misora ​​and Nagini looked at each other in silence.

These two people.

The radio waves are aligned...

Chapter 51 Ryugasaki Ryue

Mori Yuesha didn't care about anything related to the investigation.

After the group arrived at Hollywood Boulevard, Miss Mori, who had dreams of becoming an actress, had a blast everywhere. She either took pictures with people who 'looked like' movie stars (who actually were), or ate and shopped, using her money to satisfy herself and Nagini's enjoyment and shopping desires.

Mori Yuesha's money was very tight-lipped. Selling a gem or ornament from the treasury was enough for her to be "free and easy" for a while, but things like that could not even fit in the huge Hamunata.

"How much money do you have..."

It was a bit rude to ask this, but Naomi Misora ​​was still curious. This kid had been buying, eating, and playing non-stop since they arrived here. She did a simple calculation and found that the money he spent was enough to buy a better apartment here.

The most important thing is, how could things in that kind of place be so expensive - she also occasionally buys luxury goods, but she never knew that the things in an inconspicuous little shop on the street would be more expensive than big-name luxury goods.

Moreover, the shop owner seemed to be indifferent.

This kid really doesn't take money seriously?

"How much money is there... about this much."

Mori Yuesa bent her thumb and made a '4' gesture.

"Forty...million? Dollars?"

"Or four hundred million?"

“…It can’t be four billion.”

"Four hundred years." Mori Yuesha blinked: "Nagini has calculated that according to my 'expenditure', the current assets are enough to support my life for four hundred years."

Misora ​​Naomi: …

Is there anyone taking care of this child?

"Hahaha, stewardess Nan, are you having a hard time? I'll give you some gems?"

Is that the kind you sell?

"Yeah, there's no room left in Hamunatari." Mori Yuesha pulled out a handful of colorful stones from her pocket, as casually as a child pulling out marbles. "Aren't you getting engaged?"

Naomi Misora ​​didn't answer. Seeing how lavishly Mori Tsukisa spent her money, it was not certain whether she had enough money to spend on herself. The woman tapped her forehead and warned her unhappily, "Don't show off your wealth easily, Nagini. Please keep it for her."

She used to be a young and capable detective, but why is she becoming more and more like a nanny... After spending these few days with Mori Yuesa, Naomi Misora ​​found that she had grown old.

A nagging, crazy girl who makes people worry.

"I'm almost done with my investigation here." She had been to two crime scenes before, and today's is the last one, which is also the first crime scene. "It's at the end of this street - do you want to go? Or do you want to continue shopping?"

Of course Mori Yuesha will go along.

The owner of the house was Bilib Blazemed, the deceased A mentioned earlier. Mori Tsukisa and Nagini didn't understand the police and detective stuff, and seeing Naomi Misora ​​observing everywhere while talking to L, the two of them could only follow the woman around the house like little tails.

The crime scene had been cleaned up long ago, and everything could only be inferred and guessed.

"There are three victims, ABC, and the number of cursed dolls has been decreasing from four, three, and two. If the purpose of placing the dolls is to make the police realize that it is the same person who committed the crime, then there must be a fourth victim."

"You can also place one more puppet."

Mori Yuesha raised her hand: "Why can't there be a fifth time?"

Naomi Misora ​​explained to her: "Because the fifth time is 'zero doll'. If there is no doll, how can we prove to the police that it was the same person who committed the crime? The probability of the fifth death is very small."

L praised on the phone: "Ms. Misora ​​is more perceptive than I initially thought."

So you didn't have any expectations of me from the beginning.

Naomi Misora ​​made malicious guesses. In the past two days, Mori Tsukisa has begun to call L "Prince", and L often teases Mori Tsukisa as "Princess of another world".

The two of them did not hide themselves when chatting, and their conversation was full of jumps, as if they were real friends who had known each other for many years.

——But when he looked at himself, L's emotionless state filled the synthesized voice again.

It’s really…

Two people with strange spiritual worlds.

With the idea of ​​eliminating blind spots, Naomi Misora ​​did not miss any place that could be checked - although the police may have searched them, but what if? Isn't it necessary for her to be rigorous and not miss any place that can provide evidence and information?

The legs of the cabinets, the edges of the carpets, behind the curtains, under the tablecloths, every easily overlooked place was carefully checked by Naomi Misora. When she passed by the bed, a pair of pale hands stretched out from underneath.

It really stretched out suddenly.

Naomi Misora ​​was shocked!

The situation took a turn for the worse. She held the handle of the gun at her waist and quickly stepped back, blocking Mori Yuesha and Nagini behind her.

This time, the old hen Mother Nankong also protected Nagini.

"who?!"

She shouted loudly, pointing the gun under the bed as a threat.

"Climb out slowly and put your other hand on the ground. Please don't make any movements that might mislead me..."

The other party didn't take her words seriously, but the way he crawled out was not very pretty. First the left hand, then the right hand, and then the whole body.

The black-haired man on all fours appeared from under the bed in front of the women.

He...has been hiding under the bed?