Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Biyonde Basti did not ask any more specific information about higher beings or magic. He just stared at the ceiling in silence. Just knowing the literal truth was enough to make him feel tired and bored to death...

"Um..." Mori Yuesha waved her hand: "Mr. B, can you give me your eyes?"

eye.

"Yes, eyes that can see people's lifespans and names - so cool! They look like the eyes of the god of death. No, no, I'm not that cruel. Wait for you to die, okay? If you die before I leave, how about giving me the eyes?"

Biyonde Basti didn't care about anything. "Of course, no problem. We just made a deal. If I say that the eyes cannot be given to you for free and must be exchanged for some conditions, can you accept it?"

"…cannot."

Just kidding, everyone knows how Mori Yuesa and Arrietty started out.

Biyonde Basti smiled in an ambiguous way.

"It's not a difficult deal: help me look after L, and if possible, save his life when the opportunity arises."

"I thought you would hate him."

"That feeling can't be called hatred... How about it, do you agree?"

"If it's convenient, I will."

After all, Mr. Prince is barely a friend... Such a friend will bring me many interesting stories. But what kind of feelings does the wild detective have for the poor prince? Mori Yuesha looked at the man who slowly closed his eyes and turned his head away without speaking, and felt curious.

It seems that there is still truth in comics. A similar scene seems to have appeared in the comic book called "Long Gun Man and Short Gun Boy". Is the premise of love and hate based on love? Hehehe...

Not knowing what weird things Mori Yuesa was thinking about, the man slowly relaxed his tense body.

If she likes these eyes, she can take them.

He had long been tired of the boring world, boring names and lifespans. The only thing that found him interesting these days was Mori Yuesha.

When she walked around with the "∞" symbol on her head, it looked like she had a big bright red bow on her head.

what.

Higher life forms are also very cute.

——I wonder if he will still think so after knowing what Miss Butterfly is thinking at the moment.

……

In short, the case gradually became clear with step-by-step investigation and the cooperation of Naomi Misora. Except that the monitoring equipment placed by the police in the ward malfunctioned for a while after Yu Mori Yuesa arrived, everything else was proceeding in an orderly manner.

After Ryusaki Ryue's real name, Biyonde Basti, came to light, the "Cursed Doll Murder Case" was renamed and filed away.

The name on the final case file was written as:

"LABB Murder Case"

LA stands for Los Angeles, and B.B. stands for Bijonde Basti.

It seemed as if he had planned it long ago.

LABB——L is After Beyond Birthday

(L...under B)

Chapter 59 Farewell Gift

Leon's injuries were much lighter than Bijondebasti's. After he was discharged from the hospital, Naomi Misora ​​arranged for him and Matilda to come to Los Angeles.

One reason was that the female detective was worried about him, and the other was that she was still determined to adopt the girl.

She didn't know what had happened between Matilda and Leon during this time. After the two arrived in Los Angeles, the girl wearing the same knitted hat as the killer rejected Misora ​​without hesitation.

"Wouldn't it be nice to live with me?"

It's not that it's bad, it's just that there are people who care more about it. Mori Yuesha thinks the ending of the story is good, but it has some flaws as a happy ending.

"How do you live?" She was more concerned about this question. The shy-looking killer uncle had no savings at all. How could he take care of a girl who needed money and whose needs would increase?

If you want to live a normal life, you can't use guns anymore.

"I... I can be a porter." Leon felt a little inferior. In front of him was a rich princess who had no worries about food and drink, a maid, and a female detective. All three women were well-off, but he, the oldest man who worked the longest, was penniless.

Misora ​​Naomi gave him a sarcastic look.

"You call that work?"

That was indeed Leon's job.

"He saved me. I won't cause him any trouble but... I won't help him either."

Naomi Misora ​​was very opposed to Matilda following Leon. She turned to look at the man, feeling complicated: "You have been hanging under the identity of a middleman - without a new, clean identity, you can't leave the United States."

This is still an understatement, after all, who live in the apartments in the slums? With Leon's background, he can't even go to a regular hospital for treatment.

Like a shadow that has no body and cannot step into the sunlight.

Thinking of this, Naomi Misora ​​hated Old Tony even more - he didn't dare to be enemies with those bloodthirsty and crazy villains, but instead used sweet words to deceive and conceal a fool who was ignorant of the world and even dull and stupid.

This idiot had earned enough gold coins to fill a swimming pool for years, but in the end, this idiot didn't even have the simplest and most deserving identity...

When Leon left, he had only a thin roll of US dollars in his pocket: he used the money to pay for the bus fare, bought Matilda two beautiful new clothes, took her out for a good meal, and provided her with accommodation.

Now there is only a black rubber band left in my pocket to tie it up.

This is all the scars from twenty years have given me.

Sometimes, Naomi Misora ​​couldn't tell who really deserved to die.

As if she felt sorry for him, or was worried about Matilda, she explained a few more words: "I don't have that much authority, Leon. There are many things I can pretend not to see, and I can only control my eyes."

Leon understood. He was silent for a few seconds, then opened his dry palm towards Naomi Misora.

"Thank you for your help during this time."

Naomi Misora ​​opened her mouth and swallowed the cold words that were about to come out of her throat, pursed her lips and shook his hand. The afternoon light cast shadows on the side of her face and nose, making the scene three-dimensional.

A beeping sound came from the pocket of her jeans. The woman lowered her head and took out her cell phone.

This is…

asshole!

Mori! Moon! Sa!

The woman gnashed her teeth and raised her head, then looked at Mori Yuesha...

It's already half a street away.

The message was sent to her by L through a special line. The gist of it was that he had contacted Mori Yuesa, and after the incident was over, he was very grateful for the assistance of the three people.

The purpose of sending the message was to inform Naomi Misora ​​that a large sum of money had been deposited into her account as a thank you for this incident, and the other purpose was to inform Naomi Misora ​​that Mori Yuesha had asked him for some kind of compensation.

"I remember that Miss Different World didn't seem to be short of money."

"Miss from another world is very sentimental, like a poor killer uncle...blah blah blah blah (the following 2,000 words omitted)"

'I see. ’

That's roughly what the conversation went like.

Leon's new identity has been settled. If L uses his connections, there will be no problem.

Naomi Misora ​​glanced at Matilda and found that the girl didn't seem to be surprised at all. She had a face that was trying to smile evilly and her little hand was holding Leon's index finger.

"You knew that already, right?"

She didn’t even need to listen to the answer, Mori Yuesha, that little bastard…

Leon still looks confused.

"You have a new identity." Naomi Misora ​​blew up at him a little, "L--No, you don't need to know who helped you. Just think of a new name and tell me."

Leon looked at Matilda and said, "Although I am no longer in this line of work, I will still teach Matilda some harmless little tricks."

"Once a killer, now a teacher."

"How is it, Mr. Koro?" He nodded affirmatively after saying that.

"Just kill the teacher."

...Don't give me a name like a character from a comic book! !

Did you know that you have been infected by Mori Yuesha? ! !

…………

……

Leon left his contact information and took Matilda back to the new apartment. They were packing up and preparing to leave.

—and didn’t plan to say goodbye to his friends.

'That's so sad.'

Leon and Matilda smiled at each other.

Anyway, there is a way to get in touch.

Potted plants, coats, limited edition milk cartons; small gifts, skirts, and exquisite hairpins. The two of them didn't have much stuff, and Leon only had a small handbag.

“——Leon!”

Suddenly, Matilda's terrified scream came from the house. Without thinking, the man kicked the door open and rushed in!

Behind the curtains, on the balcony stood a pink paper box half the height and width of a person…

A bow was tied with a ribbon of the same color, and a wrist card was inserted in the gap between the two.

Leon pulled Matilda away with a serious face and walked forward cautiously.

Bend down, put your ear to the box...

No sound.

He glanced at the words on the card.

"To the cautious Mr. Leon and the frightened Miss Matilda:"

Lyon:…

He knew who it was.

Take out the hand cards, and put the big and small heads together.

“Ahahahaha! Are you scared? Are you scared?”

"I wanted to put a loud old-fashioned alarm clock in it, but Nagini said that if I did that, the gift would be thrown away as a bomb..."

—Indeed, thank you, Miss Nagini.

"Inside the box is a gift from Nagini and I."

"Thank you so much for providing me with so many interesting stories during this boring journey. I hope that you can be as happy as I am every day in the rest of your short and passionate life!"

——This is... a blessing, right? Not a curse, right?

"Let's travel around the world! Maybe we'll meet again many years later?"

"Ah, there's nothing to say. Nagini made some frozen shaved ice and shortbread. I'm going to eat them. Bye!"

"Mori is so beautiful that the text is also so beautiful · Yuesha"

Looking at the extremely sloppy words written in flamboyant style on the piece of paper, the two people looked at each other in great...pain.

Each one feels the same pain.

"Well, let's see what Miss 'Beautiful Handwriting' has given us."

Chapter 60 New Story and Hunger Ball

The box was very large, and the items inside were placed in a very orderly manner, from bottom to top, from large to small. It was obvious that it was Nagini's, not Mori Tsukisha's.