Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Who is he?

What purpose?

"Look up! Who are you?"

The other person raised his face and slowly stood up.

Long black hair hanging naturally, a pure white shirt without prints, and jeans that have turned a little pale from washing.

A pair of panda eyes that seem to be from staying up too late.

He was a little thin, but very tall. He had a hunched back and his hands were in his pockets. Facing the gun, he still spoke in a light tone.

"first meet."

"You can call me Ryuzaki."

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"Ryuzaki——"

Naomi Misora ​​took the business card and took a look at it.

"Ryugasaki Ryue"

Private investigator...?

Although Naomi Misora ​​lowered the muzzle of her gun, she still did not put it back into the holster, especially when the other party was gnawing on his thumb nail while glancing back and forth between her and Mori Yuesha. The panda eyes that had stayed up too late were filled with coldness and indifference.

"Ryuzaki, can I call you that? Judging from your business card, you're a private detective?"

"No. The word private gives off a sense of overly sensitive self-assertion..."

“But you don’t have a permit.”

"I do not have."

That's not a private investigator yet.

From Naomi Misora's perspective, a word called "idiot" appeared above the head of this somewhat sloppy detective.

"Then... Mr. Ryuzaki. Let me confirm again: what were you doing there just now?"

"Investigation." He responded to Misora's words, but his eyes were fixed on Mori Yuesha: "Same as you guys."

"I'm investigating this case at the request of the relatives of the owner of this room, Bilib Blazemed. But I didn't find anything in the end... Did Miss Misora ​​accept the same request?"

Mori Yuesa tilted her head and looked at him.

It seems that Sister Misora ​​never told him her name.

Chapter 52 Sweets Lover

Ryuzaki's explanation is...

Heard it under the bed.

"So Miss Misora ​​is also a detective."

"Hmm...right." She was on vacation, and since this time she was working with L, it would be better to lie. "I can't say who my client is. I can only say that our goal is the same, to find the murderer who killed these three people."

Ryuzaki had no expression and was still staring at the top of Mori Yuesa's head.

"I see. We can help each other."

He directly invited Naomi Misora, and then explained why he was hiding under the bed.

"I hid because I noticed someone entering the house. After observing for a while, I found that it was not a thug or something, so I decided to come out - I was worried that the criminal might come back to get something or something else..."

Naomi Misora ​​didn't believe what he said. The other party continued:

"Since we are both detectives, we won't have to compete with each other like in TV dramas. How about exchanging information? We have the same goal, right?"

"I'm sorry, but I have an obligation to keep the secret." Naomi Misora ​​could get any information she wanted from L, and she didn't want to have anything to do with this unknown detective. Besides...

He kept staring at Mori Yuesa, which made the woman more and more dissatisfied.

"Morituki Sa. This is my 'sister'." She hugged Morituki Sa and glared at Ryuzaki with a threatening look - Morituki Sa was only a teenager, what did this man want to do?

"Hmm. Sister?" Ryuzaki laughed in confusion, scratched his butt, hunched over and sat down on a sofa. "About our cooperation..."

"I told you I have an obligation to keep secrets. Ryuzaki should have the same obligation, right?"

"I do not have."

"…How is that possible? You are a detective?"

"Oh, I have it then."

…What does he mean?

The man didn't seem to care about these questions and answers. He thought about it for a while, clapped his hands and said to Misora ​​Naomi: "How about this, I will provide the information to Miss Misora ​​unilaterally. After all, solving the incident is the top priority."

——Is this reasonable?

"It doesn't matter. Whether it's me or you who solves the case, the result will be the same, right? The client's wish is just to have the case solved. If Miss Misora ​​is smarter than me, of course the efficiency will be higher."

Naomi Misora ​​initially thought that this man who suddenly appeared had bad intentions towards Mori Tsukisa, but now she began to doubt his purpose and intention. How could someone do such a thing?

Who is he?

Thinking about it, the man suddenly said, "Please wait a moment." He stood up and hunched over to go to the kitchen. As if he was at home, he skillfully opened the refrigerator, took out a glass jar from it, and walked back on his own.

Is that a jar of...strawberry jam?

"This is…"

"Ah, mine. My lunch, let's freeze it for a while, it will taste better."

"Lunch?" Naomi Misora ​​couldn't understand his thinking at all. Speaking of which... he looks a bit like Mori Yuesa?

Ryuzaki opened the bottle cap, reached his fingers into the jar and scooped out the strawberry jam, putting it into his mouth - his expression was very satisfied.

Why would you use the refrigerator in the dead person's house to freeze your lunch?

Mori Yuesha held her face up and watched the man digging into the strawberry jam, and winked at Nagini. After a while, the maid came over with a plate of fresh chocolate cake: the cake was small, but there was a lot of chocolate sauce sprinkled on it, which made her teeth ache just by looking at it.

Ryuzaki looked up and glanced at Nagini.

"For me?"

"My master's orders." The maid put down the tray and placed the cake in front of Ryuzaki: "You seem to like sweets very much, so I put a lot of it."

"Because whenever I use my brain, I want to eat sweets... Well, this is the most delicious cake I have ever eaten." He still used his hands as cutlery and stuffed it directly into his mouth. "Sugar is good for the brain... By the way, thank you."

"Thank you for the cake, Mori Yuesha and... Nagini?" He looked at the top of Nagini's head strangely, and then said her name: "You are a qualified maid."

Nagini smiled: "Did you just hear my name under the bed too?"

"Yes."

The more Naomi Misora ​​thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, so she said, "I'm going to touch up my makeup," and hurried into the bathroom.

Make a call.

"Ms. Misora?"

"L, it's me."

"Oh."

Why does he seem a little disappointed?

"Do you need me to give you Nagini's cell phone number - really, haven't you two exchanged contact information yet?" Naomi Misora ​​responded unhappily. The way Mori Yuesa and L get along always reminds women of the children of their own relatives: they test each other in a childish and cute way, and then turn around and make a mess again in a few seconds.

"No, to be on the safe side, it's better to contact Miss Misora ​​alone."

Misora ​​Naomi was fixing her makeup in front of the mirror when she heard someone say:

"But you can give it to me first. Maybe I'll need it later."

"..." The woman took a deep breath, resisted the urge to quarrel with the childish detective, and recounted what had just happened.

Surprisingly, L was not surprised.

“…I see. It appeared.”

He seemed to have anticipated someone's appearance. After an uncomfortable silence, he just listened to Misora ​​Naomi describing the other person's appearance and actions bit by bit. It was not until the topic was over that he asked an irrelevant question.

"Is he...handsome?"

"what?"

"Let me ask you, is that private investigator handsome?"

Misora ​​Naomi answered honestly: "No, it's worse to a certain extent."

"He looks very suspicious, just like the one on the train - you understand, right? If he were in the eyes of other police officers on duty, he would definitely be a suspect worthy of attention. It can be said that he is the type that girls absolutely will not like."

Once again, there was a terrible silence.

"Is it…is it that bad?"

"Ah?" Naomi Misora ​​stopped, looked at the phone in her hand and then at the mirror: "You care a lot about the other person's appearance?"

"No... just asking." The synthesized voice sounded a little frustrated, mumbling: "Mori Yuesha said I was a very good friend..."

Naomi Misora ​​didn't understand what the other party meant, so she simply ignored it. She asked L how to deal with this "Ryuzaki Ryue" who suddenly appeared, but she got an unexpected answer. The woman originally thought that L would keep them away from this inexplicable man.

"For now, let's work with the private detective. Keep an eye on him and observe him. Please be careful, Ms. Misora. I think the FBI has already taught you how to ensure the safety of yourself and those around you, so I won't go into details."

"I see."

"You can use the same route for your next call."

The phone hangs up.

The woman in the mirror frowned, and L's reaction was... strange.

what happened.

Chapter 53 The reason for not having enough energy

We will skip over the reasoning involved in the case for now.

Not only does it burn Mori Yuesa's little head, it also burns Misora ​​Naomi's head.

She had a feeling: she had found a starting point among the scattered clues based on the photos of the scene and some fragmentary information, but she inexplicably felt that she was being led by the nose - every time she fell into a dead end in her thinking, the man named Ryuzaki Ryue would always "wake her up" with his incoherent and strange words. Was it intentional or a coincidence?

All in all, the investigation got stuck at a certain step.

Chamber of Secrets.

There is actually another word behind the "Cursed Doll Murder Case": secret room.

"Cursed Doll Murder Case"

However, speaking of the secret room, it's strange.

According to common logic, the main reason for the formation of a secret room is that the murderer wanted to create the illusion that the deceased committed suicide in order to deceive the police and escape punishment - but from the way A, B, and C died, it can be seen that there is no point in creating a secret room.

Because the murderer did not hesitate to kill people by strangling, hitting, and bleeding.

How could this obviously homicide be classified as "suicide"?

But, if the murderer didn't want the police to rule it a suicide, why would he go to the trouble of creating a secret room?

There were inexplicable reasons on both sides of the spear and the shield, which stumped several people in the room.

"Secret room...Secret room...Why create a secret room?"

Naomi Misora ​​walked around the room whispering messages, while Mori Tsukisa and Ryuuzaki sat side by side on the sofa.

Waiting for Nagini to feed him.