The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 192

"I'm thinking." After Miyano Shiho helped He Nan home, he quietly brewed black coffee and glanced at He Nan: "If you are a guy who can cause brain fatigue from casting spells like you, eat something refreshing." Is something useful."

"Uh... like coffee?"

"That's for drinking," Shirley said.

"...that coffee candy."

"You can't be a little creative." Shirley sighed: "I think mustard is good."

"Damn, what should I do if I lose my combat power instantly after eating that thing!" He Nan thought it was a bad idea: "I can't bear mustard very much, and I tend to sneeze and cry after eating it!"

"Hehehe... Then don't you feel refreshed?"

"...I don't think so." He Nan shook his head again and again: "Hey... It's better to pour some essential oil into your mouth."

"Can you drink that stuff?"

"...a small amount is fine. For example, licking the mouth of the bottle of Fengyoujing." He Nan said this, and quickly explained: "Of course, I just said that I can drink it, but it doesn't mean I can drink it--that will also choke It hurts, my eyes are burning."

"But don't you think Fengyoujing matches you well?"

"Where to match!"

"Because you are considered a mage now...Although you can only do this one trick." Shirley said with a smile: "It is common sense for a mage to drink potion to replenish mana, right? Then you can drink mana if you drink Fengyoujing The feeling of potion."

"Which game's mana potion is green!"

"Whoever stipulates the setting of the game is equal to reality." Shirley snorted softly: "In your place, it can be green. Every superpower has its own characteristics, and you can drink the wind directly. Youjing deepens the public's impression. When people see Fengyoujing in the future, they will think of you...and maybe even receive Fengyoujing's endorsement advertisement, right?"

"...Let's forget it." When He Nan thought that the smell of essential oil would flow from his mouth into the trachea, esophagus, and even the lacrimal gland—he would feel a wave of fear from the bottom of his heart: "If you want me to drink this stuff, I will drink it." I would rather save two transmissions."

"Hey~" Hearing what he said, Shirley gently walked to him and sat down, and patted He Nan's back meaningfully: "Anyway, I didn't expect your body to be so weak. I'm so disappointed."

"What is unexpected!" He Nan almost jumped up when she said this: "And why am I weak! I have used too many spells, and I am mentally exhausted-can spiritual things be called weak?! "

"Oh, I feel energetic all of a sudden." Shirley picked up the last lollipop on the table, peeled off the plastic skin and stuffed it into her mouth with a smile: "Do you eat lollipops, He Nan?"

"Eat." He Nan seized the opportunity this time and said righteously.

"It's just one, go out and buy it if you want to eat it."

Gan!
I knew it was so!
Next time I will say no to eat... No, it's not the same as last time.

The more He Nan thought about it, the more outrageous he felt.

Then I feel dissatisfied.

Should I just ignore her then?

...It doesn't seem to work, this is a sign.

He Nan became depressed.

Then, he turned his attention to the refrigerator.

"I remember you put that injection in the refrigerator?" Seeing him looking at the refrigerator, Shirley asked by the way.

"Ah."

He just put it in when he got home and packed up.

It may be too late, but it's better than never.

"I hope it doesn't smell like chive flowers." Shirley said softly while resting on the sofa.

"You still mention leek flowers, why don't you eat what you bought?" He Nan complained.

"Because I'm not used to eating it, the taste is too strong."

"...me too, so let me tell you that you must not be used to it."

"Must try it?"

"...That's true." He Nan sighed and took out his mobile phone: "I'm going to call Moonlight Knight."

"Hmm." Shirley grabbed the helmet on the table and fiddled with it again: "Actually, I think this looks like a VR helmet."

"...It's kind of like that."

"Maybe it is? Through this, patients can see some immersive images."

"...It's almost the same as my analysis. The question is what can the image be?" He Nan pressed the dial button: "...Okay, be quiet for a while."

The phone connected after a moment of ringing.

"Is there anything you can do for me?" Moonlight Knight's voice was extremely low: "It's better not that you brought any trouble because of the chess master's case."

"My case is troublesome, but it's not caused by checking the chess master—but it's related to the chess master." He Nan frowned as he said this, feeling confused: "Uh, it's complicated anyway. Listen to me Explain in detail."

He Nan explained everything he encountered in the morning to the Moonlight Knight.

Moonlight Knight didn't say a word the whole time, even making him think that this guy had hung up the phone.

"Did you hear that, Moonlight Knight?" He Nan asked.

"...Well." Moonlight Knight's voice was full of calmness, but there was obviously a hint of curiosity: "Where are you, I'll go pick you up."

"at home."

"That's good." Moonlight Knight said: "Take all the things you should bring, and wait for me on the roof."

"...Where should we meet him?" Shirley put down her helmet and turned to look at He Nan.

"He said the roof." He Nan pointed to it.

"The roof..." Shirley bit the plastic lollipop stick out of her mouth, "Is he going to fly a helicopter?"

"Probably." He Nan nodded and walked towards the refrigerator: "Come on, Shirley, pack up your things and get ready to be a guest."

"Then you clean it up first, I'll go to the bathroom." Shirley got up from the sofa, rubbed her stomach that seemed to be hurting, and sighed: "You can't just ask where the bathroom is when you arrive at a superhero's house. In case It would be embarrassing for a family to say that there is no toilet in their house.”

"It makes sense." He Nan wanted to laugh when she said this: "It's normal for a superhero not to go to the bathroom. Trash like us can only be a little detective."

"...Let me tell you, He Nan, you know magic anyway, haven't you thought about your own title?" Shirley asked in a boring tone through the door in the bathroom: "Basil Homer so Perverts, they all have the title of chess master."

"I don't think having a title has anything to do with being a pervert."

"But it's hard to have super powers but no title, don't you feel regretful?"

"Luke Cage doesn't even have a title?"

That's a Hell's Kitchen superhero who belongs to the League of Defenders along with The Punisher.The body is extremely strong and full of strength.

"That's a very small number of cases." Shirley said helplessly: "If you can't do it, you also learn to be a chess master. Call yourself a Fengyoujing master."

"I told you not to drink Fengyoujing!"

"Then, Teleporter—poof! Hahahaha!"

"You came up with such a LOW name and laughed at yourself?!"

(End of this chapter)