Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"No, no... Of course not." Tony Stark leaned against the wall, covered his face and rubbed it hard. "Okay, okay... Magic. Jarvis, remember to update the file. Write 'Mori Tsukisha' and 'Artificial Intelligence' into the to-do list."

"It looks like you've figured it out."

The man raised his middle finger to the camera.

After the gate opened again, Mori Yuesha had tried on the traveler's coat named 'In the Forest' - the big hood covered the girl's face, and her mushroom-like figure looked both cute and mysterious under the wide-back cloak; the sharp metal on the corners of the clothes and the floating feeling that the girl created silently when walking made this seemingly simple travel coat appropriately sharper and more dangerous.

Just the right size.

There was just a mess behind him.

Mr. Stark was wearing slippers and walking on the bumpy ground, which looked like the ground and walls had been bombarded by artillery fire. Messy knife cuts were scattered on the white walls: now they could no longer be called white walls.

The wall was full of holes, and only the side with the oil painting was intact.

"I've been very careful in 'playing'." The little mushroom lady under the hood seemed to realize that she was in trouble, and she pursed her lips and whispered.

"You are quite reasonable." Tony Stark cursed and looked at the rapier in Mori Yuesha's hand with heartache. There was not a single scratch on the mirror-like blade. The gravel and steel bars could not leave any scratches on the vibranium weapon.

"You know, Mori Yuesha, you are holding a weapon worth hundreds of millions of dollars in your hand."

Vibranium is said to be priced at $60 per gram. In fact, it is not in demand, and the price on the black market has been raised to $ per gram.

"Is this thing so expensive?" Mori Yuesha looked at the weapon in her hand. Apart from the fact that it conducts mana more smoothly and the metal itself is stronger... there's nothing special about it, right? It's true that she has more money than she can spend, but that doesn't mean the girl doesn't know what hundreds of millions mean.

"Oh, if you just put a dot on a piece of paper, Stark Industries can help you sell it for hundreds of thousands of dollars." Tony joked, "Not to mention this kind of strategic resource."

She was a little reluctant to use it - just put it away, as a memory of the little Howard, otherwise it would be terrible if it was damaged while chopping something strange.

"Eh... But is it really okay for me to just take it away like this?" After all, it is his father's relic, right?

"It's fine for me personally." Tony Stark pointed at the photo wall cunningly. "The paintings you left behind are priceless, not to mention... I have something else I want to trouble you with."

"Trouble me?"

"Do you remember what my father looked like when he was a child? He used to say that you would..."

Mori Yuesa knew what he was going to do.

"painting?"

"Yes, oil painting. Is that convenient?"

"I'll finish it before I leave, but..."

“AI is on the agenda.”

Wow! !

The little mushroom stuck the sword into the floor and happily hugged the helpless man.

"Yahoo! Deal! Long live Stark!!"

Chapter 76 Get close to her

Classical music played slowly.

The half-covered thick curtains were penetrated by the afternoon sun, and it looked like many small holes appeared in the dark green color, as if sun seedlings had grown on the lawn.

The figure squatted on the sofa, curled up into a black ball. He pinched the sugar cubes and gently and slowly stacked them on the top of the sugar tower. This building was built by the naive man on the sofa not long ago, and it has begun to take shape.

Now that the vertical structure is completed, the next step is to carefully structure the horizontal structure.

Perhaps the long, stable, horizontal wooden table is designed for his little hobby?

"L, the results are out." Du hurried into the room, making no sound as he stepped on the carpet. He handed the report to L.

One corner of the paper was lifted up, and the words on it were reflected crookedly.

"Total destruction"

"Torn Ears"

"Brain liquefaction"

There was still a lot of academic text left. This was the top sheet of paper. Watari also had a thick stack of research reports in his hand, but he didn't need to show it to L.

"I'm done reading."

The paper hanging in the air slipped between loosened fingers and landed on the carpet. Neither of them bent down to pick it up.

"Can you tell me the details?"

Watari nodded.

——It was L who made the impromptu decision to notify Mori Yuesha to rescue Stark. He hoped to use those terrorists to test Mori Yuesha's level of strength.

result…

Their men and the military found their destination one day after Mori Yuesha and Tony Stark left. The cave was silent and there were corpses everywhere - these terrorists must have encountered some inexplicable phenomenon, so that none of the weapons in their hands had been fired.

Without firing a single shot, they were all wiped out.

Besides that, there are some common features like: everyone's ears were torn off by themselves, and the brain is liquefied...

Yes, a pool of clear liquid. After taking it back for research, I found that it was just water...

Clear water, huh.

"Anything else?" The man bit his thumb, staring at the sugar tower in front of him. Liquefaction, ripping off the ears...hearing?

What did they hear?

"Yes." Du nodded. "The spy died 52 hours after returning. His body looked exactly like the terrorists in the cave. The neighbors said they heard his howling."

Du sighed: "It seems to be shouting: 'That's it, that's the truth'... something like that."

truth…

The old man who looked like a butler was actually the founder of the Huamitz House. He still remembered L's lonely expression when he first met him.

It snowed heavily that day, there was little sunshine, and my leather shoes were not very comfortable.

Later, there were more and more children. Some with outstanding musical talent, some with superb calculation ability, some with superb language talent - but they all started with L. He was the best and the brightest one.

The brightest one. Also the loneliest one.

He had lived for a long time, so he knew that something was wrong with the world—L also knew about his concealment. The child never asked him, but just kept pushing forward, little by little, step by step, like the black edge of the unknown.

The appearance of Mori Yuesha was an opportunity, and he couldn't stop him anymore.

"L." The old man sat down opposite L: "You know the answers to some of these questions."

"Ah, that's right. But I need evidence." He held his chin and murmured, "I have always known what Watari wanted me to avoid. The appearance of Mori Yuesha was unexpected for you, right?"

“…Rather than saying it’s Mori Tsukisa, it’s more like I didn’t expect ‘B’ to do this.” This is how Watari explained, although the reason didn’t sound strong enough for a creator.

L raised his lip corners: "You just didn't stop it."

You let Biyonde Basti go, just to prove that the brightest star is still the brightest. We are all naive and persistent people...

"So I have no reason to stop you now." The old man touched his white hair and sighed, "A detective should be an ordinary detective. You know, L, once a case is mixed with the supernatural, the logic you rely on for judgment will fall into chaos."

L scratched his face, "That's even more interesting."

"Yeah... and more dangerous." Du shook his head. "Do you know what the deceased Mr. Spy found in the cave?"

The old man curled his fingers into a circle.

"This big, just a few drops of blood. This is the conclusion we reached after he died, when we re-analyzed the report he submitted. But it was too late. The other 'substances' in the blood seemed to have already dissipated. It was just a few drops of normal human blood."

A few drops of blood...

Just a few drops of blood drove a group of armed terrorists with fierce firepower into madness... They tore off their ears, and in despair, they felt their brains melt into liquid bit by bit, dripping onto the ground through their eyes, noses, and mouths...

Is that so?

"That's it."

The old man looked sad: "I don't know what they encountered, but assuming, assuming it was your previous guess..."

You need to stay away from that female creature.

She is... extremely dangerous.

"Things are getting interesting." He pushed the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and his young face showed a childlike joy. "Interesting..."

At this point, Watari realized that he could not stop it. He had "protected" the children of the Huamitz House for many years, and the smartest one among them, the one who almost never disobeyed him, was still "rebellious and well-behaved", and used cases and clues step by step to get closer to the truth of this world.

At least that's the part of the truth that the old man knew.

From "Ah, this case is very strange." to "Hmm...Watari doesn't want me to continue investigating?"

From "It doesn't seem like something humans could do" to "I see, this seems to be another "unsolvable" case."

He did not question himself, nor did he ask briefly and directly: "Du, tell me the part you are hiding." He just kept silent, moving his legs little by little, approaching the outermost part of the circle. This posture almost gave no reason to stop him.

"So, what are you going to do?" The old man rubbed his face tiredly, "You should have thought about what to do, right?"

L excitedly picked up the candy and hung it on the edge of the sugar tower, unable to put it down.

"Yes, just as you thought. It seems I have to go against your instructions this time."

He wanted to get in touch with Mori Yuesa, to understand her, to test her; to analyze her, to touch her. And then... to see the truth of this world.

Why does it have to be her?

"Because we are all guys who are driven by 'fun'."

L showed an innocent smile under her long black hair.

"I can't help it. It's so interesting that I can't help but want to get close to her. Even if I die, even if my brain melts, I still want to get close to her - well, I won't judge whether this is some kind of supernatural power..."

“But she’s really funny.”

Right, Du?

Watari didn't know what expression to make, he had watched L grow up, he knew L's course of action. He was a detective solving cases, but not entirely for justice.

——A large part of it is because it is fun.

"I just did it because I wanted to. Solving problems is my hobby, and the case is also my hobby. If I were to measure good and evil according to today's laws, I would also be a bad person with many crimes."

'It's like liking the puzzles in a mystery novel, or wanting to finish a video game as soon as possible.'

'It's just a disguised form of gaming interest.'

'So, I only intervene in cases that interest me. It's not for justice, and...'

"I am a cunning person who will do anything to pass the level. I will never give up and I am unscrupulous."

Chapter 77 Ants Say

Just like playing games, some people like to choose the "easy" mode first, while others will directly choose "difficult" or "hell" to see what the most difficult mode is like.

L chose the "Just this once" mode.

"Alas." Du sighed again. He didn't know if he had done anything wrong all these years. If he had untied L earlier, would the ending be different?

No, given his personality, he would face more dangers.

"So, where do you want to start?"

"The most recent one." L gently placed the sugar cubes on top of the shaky sugar tower. "A non-contact murder case. This is the name shown on the information you gave me."

Ah, that one.

"With that girl?" The old man frowned: "Isn't it too dangerous?"

L said nothing, grabbed a handful of candy in his hand, and continued to build his tower one by one. The word danger had no meaning to him. Besides——

“Because it’s fun.”

"L..."

"Don't worry, I will rest for a few days to prepare, and then contact Mori Yuesha later. She likes 'interesting' stories so much, she will definitely come." The strange murder case plus Mori Yuesha must be very interesting.