Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Dimensional mirror."

Mori Tsukisa explained: "It's like the world in the mirror."

Nothing in the house has changed. I open the window and see the swimming pool below the apartment building is still deserted; pedestrians are carrying bags, men are carrying children - it seems no different from the real world.

"You mean that even if the world in the mirror is 'broken' it won't interfere with the real world."

"right."

Naomi Misora ​​casually picked up her teacup and threw it out of the window. Passersby ignored the falling object, as if they didn't see it at all.

“It’s true…”

Mori Yuesha unfolded the dimensional mirror to protect this borrowed apartment. The rock-loving girl is very nice, don't come home the next day to find your house has become open-air.

"Then I'll start."

Following Misora ​​Naomi's example, the girl stood on tiptoe and jumped twice. Her ankles were not even as thick as her wrists, which made Misora ​​Naomi smack her lips. This kid... don't hurt yourself——

Bang——! !

A deafening sound of collapse——!

Rubble and building materials fell like rain, and the entire original wall was shattered, as if it had been bombarded at close range by a very large-caliber cannon!

The outside air came in from the hole, and Naomi Misora ​​stood quietly, looking at the outside world...

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

From the hole, she saw the McDonald's across the street.

I want to compete with you.

You want to kill me…?

After recovering from the shock, Naomi Misora's second reaction was to squat down and check Mori Yuesa's feet. When she half-knelt and lowered her head, a flash of red and white came into her sight.

Red carpet, white feet.

Her feet were small and thin, with a silver chain with a bell hanging around her ankle.

The five round toes were so tender that they were almost pricked by the carpet hairs. When Nankong stared at them, they curled up a little shyly, and the soft and pink soles underneath could be vaguely seen.

I…

What am I going to do?

Naomi Misora ​​half-knelt on the ground and stared at Mori Yuesa's feet for a long time, until Nagini, who was protecting her food, came over with a cold face and 'kindly' pulled Naomi Misora ​​back to the chair from the carpet.

He turned his head and glared at Mori Yuesa.

'Attract bees and butterflies.'

The little cutie responded with an innocent look.

'You are being mean to me again.'

Nagini knew too well what kind of person Mori Yuesa was. Ever since she was brainwashed by Arrietty, the danger level of this stubborn girl had increased exponentially. Nagini had to keep an eye on this annoying guy who had special attack attributes against women at all times.

'When can you hide away?'

"Then I won't be able to enjoy the 'love' that Arrietty talked about."

"I'll make you enjoy yourself tonight..." Nagini said this while gritting her teeth. She glared at the giggling girl, turned her head away, and put a gentle smile on her face again.

"Ms. Misora?"

"I feel a little dizzy all of a sudden..." Naomi Misora ​​rubbed her temple, looking worried: "Is her foot okay?"

All that remains in memory is the bloody rose poured into milk.

Feet...very tender?

The "Food Protection Alert System" beeped, Nagini bent down, and worriedly pressed Misora ​​Naomi's shoulder: "Are you tired? Miss Misora ​​has not had a good rest recently. You must take a good vacation after this incident is over."

Change the subject lightly.

Naomi Misora ​​also felt that she was too nervous recently.

He shook his head, pulled out his phone and checked the time.

"It's almost done." She said, "Let's get ready. Mori Yuesa, since you have such a high level of military power... forget it. I hope the other party can come to our side." She originally wanted to ask Mori Yuesa to protect Mr. Ryuzaki, but then she thought it was not a good idea to order Mori Yuesa to do this and that.

I hope the murderer is looking for this room.

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As the time got closer, Naomi Misora ​​became more and more excited. She recalled that when she first joined the company, her teacher had boasted to her: "You are born to do this job." She even made meritorious contributions and was asked by her superiors, other departments, to be seconded to the CIA.

If she hadn't met Raye, she would probably be in some country doing undercover investigation work now.

Just thinking about that kind of life makes my blood boil.

Do you have a natural adventurous gene in your body?

Her boyfriend occasionally complained that she should have lived in an earlier era, when she could have set sail or charged on horseback. Maybe she could have become a female pirate who was so beautiful that she could be seen everywhere. After this time, she should take a good rest.

What on earth was the murderer thinking?

Secret room, cursed doll.

Isn't he a dwarf?

Naomi Misora ​​made a malicious guess: He is nailed to the wall at the same level as his waist and abdomen. Could he be a dwarf? Hehe... The depth is probably just up to the keyhole.

Nailing the doll in such a low place is obviously intended to create trouble for subsequent investigation.

Oh, nail——

nail.

nail?

Naomi Misora ​​suddenly sat up from the bed!

"Nails...nails...yes...nails."

She jumped off the bed, took two or three steps to the door, and slightly closed the door. As mentioned before, the most classic locked room puzzles always revolve around "needle and thread". She had overturned her own inference before. It is impossible to create a locked secret room outside the door with thread alone.

But…the needle was missing.

“…I didn’t notice it before.”

Naomi Misora ​​had a feeling that everything, all the truth, was about to be revealed.

"Cursed dolls... four, no problem."

"Three, no problem."

"Two as well, but... one."

"One can't do it--Oops!!"

She quickly grabbed the door and stood up. She put on her weapon neatly, tied her hair, and rushed to the door of another room: "Mori Yuesha! Nagini!"

Nagini opened the door quickly as well.

"What's wrong, Miss Misora?"

"It's hard to explain now, just follow me! Let's go find Ryuzaki!"

There was no time to wait for the elevator, so I ran through the corridor and sprinted straight up the stairs!

Going around and turning back floor by floor, the panting woman was pushed upward by Nagini, leaving her with a lot of strength. Even so, after reaching the target floor, time had already passed the set mark.

"Ms. Misora...?"

"follow me!"

She gritted her teeth and shook her arms. How could this happen? How... why? So blatantly, using her precious life like this... why would she do this? !

After seeing the answer to the mystery behind the sticker, Naomi Misora, who solved the case, did not feel any joy. She just felt deeply exhausted and compassionate:

Has the mysterious detective who hides behind the computer and endures the world's gossip been enduring this ugly and devastating truth all along?

L ...

Just like Mori Yuesa said, it's really pitiful.

The sprint was very fast, and after braking with their heels, the three of them stopped steadily at the door of Room 404: Just then, a hoarse scream was heard from inside the room.

"Mr. Ryuzaki!!"

Naomi Misora ​​banged on the door hard. The banging noise attracted the prying eyes of the surrounding residents, who secretly looked at the almost crazy woman through the cracks in the doors.

"Mr. Ryuzaki! Don't--! Don't do this!"

no answer.

Chapter 57 I've Kicked

There was no response when she knocked on the door, so Mori Yuesha pushed open Naomi Misora's door, snapped her fingers, and broke the lock.

Misora ​​Naomi glanced at her, pushed the door open and rushed in. While jogging, her hands kept moving - loading the gun, aiming.

The room was silent, with only the faint crackling of sparks ringing in the ears of the three people.

What caught my eye was a cursed doll nailed to a half-high wall. In the corner, a person whose entire body was engulfed in flames was writhing in agony and howling...

Ryugasaki, Ryugasaki River.

He hugged his body tightly like a crazy dancer in the flames.

"Mr. Ryuzaki!"

The scorching flames, the heat waves that hit him, the blazing orange-red ribbons that never went out. The fire not only burned him, but also kept looking for opportunities to spread around the room - Naomi Misora ​​smelled a familiar smell.

It's gasoline!

Strangled, beaten to death with blunt force, stabbed to death - the last step, burned to death!

The woman cursed and looked around: Fire extinguisher, fire extinguisher...

No.

The fire extinguisher was destroyed, and the alarm was also destroyed. The premeditated murder would not leave the victim with any chance of survival.

She turned quickly and prepared to rush out to find a fire extinguisher. There should be one in the corridor!

Mori Yuesa grabbed the woman.

"Let me do it, Sister Misora." She walked up to the wailing 'fire man', first kicked the outer wall to pieces, and before Misora ​​Naomi could stop her, she raised her left leg.

The man struggling in the flames was kicked down the stairs...

You little bastard! This is a high-ranking official!

thump--!

The sound of falling water came from the broken brick wall, accompanied by the screams of passers-by. Mori Yuesha covered her nose, blocking the pungent smell of burning with her palm, and looked at the furious Misora ​​Naomi with disdain.

"It's faster this way."

"Mori Tsukisa!!"

"Oh, I've already kicked it."

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Ryusaki Ryue, who fell into the swimming pool and suffered extensive burns all over his body, did not die.

He stayed in the critical condition for 72 hours before being transferred to the intensive care unit. Even Naomi Misora ​​lamented that this murderer who killed three people in such a cruel way had such a strong vitality.

——How did Ms. Misora ​​deduce that Ryugasaki Ryue was the murderer?

In fact, the previous judgment about "needle and thread" almost hit the answer: the problem is not the cursed doll, but how it is hung on the wall.