Pokémon: I'm a detective, not the sixth one.

I tentatively negotiated with them and asked them if they planned to eat me like this, or if they wanted to get a steady stream of more food from me.

At first, the fossil helmets were highly skeptical of my statement and even ignored me. But I came fully prepared. I took out the food that the water and rock elves liked from my backpack, and spoke frankly about the living habits of the Fossil Helm clan. Gradually, I made them feel that I was very kind and treated them well. There is no threat.

I made an analysis in person and said that these ancient predators were too scary for ordinary wild elves, and it was difficult for their prey to relax their vigilance. But I'm different. I'm a human, and I'm a very friendly doctor. It's easier for me to come into contact with a large number of wild Pokémon.

I am willing to be their helper in hunting prey and deliver those unsuspecting elves directly to their mouths! In exchange, they will not only let me live, but also send some tribesmen to accompany me, because my elf companions have been killed by them.

But again, I underestimated the fossil helmets. These guys are much smarter than imagined, no wonder they can survive tens of thousands of years ago to this day!

They agreed to let me live, but refused to let the clansmen get into my elf ball. I guess these isolated guys have never seen a Poké Ball, so they are worried about being deceived, so they have always been wary of me.

They sent several tribesmen to dig a tunnel from the rock wall in the underground world all the way to my home. I lived with my parents, and they became their hostages to supervise my trapping of elves.

Speaking of which, if I had stopped in time and sought help from the Alliance directly, I would have been considered a victim, right?

(Lu Yi and Mr. Dalin nodded.)

But I didn't do that. I don't know if Bulbasaur's death stimulated me, or if my inner desire to conquer the Fossil Helm clan is still strong. In short, my mentality has changed a lot since that day.

I think life is actually just that. When a weak person stands in front of someone at the top of the food chain, you don't even have the right to decide how you want to die. This is quite similar to human society.

I started looking for wild Pokémon everywhere, laughing and joking with them during the day, and thinking about Bulbasaur when I lay in bed at night.

It must be very lonely in another world, and I want to give it as many playmates as possible.

Oh, by the way, after the fossil helmets dug a tunnel directly to my house, I took Bulbasaur's remaining mutilated body back and temporarily stored it in the freezer, not knowing how to bury it.

Externally, I claimed that it was sent back to my hometown to take care of my grandma. All my colleagues, including Ms. Joy, believed my statement and even praised me for my filial piety! Huh, what they don't know is that my grandma passed away more than ten years ago, but that's okay, because Bulbasaur might actually take good care of my grandma in another world.

(Hearing this, Lu Yi and Mr. Dalin exchanged glances. Tuanzi’s statement explained that Bulbasaur’s corpse was not the most serious problem of decay. It turned out that the earliest elf to die was not King Magikarp, but that Bulbasaur’s corpse had been frozen. Slows down the rate of corruption.)

You probably already know the types of elves I help the Fossil Helmet tribe hunt.

At first, I went to the lake to fish, mainly to capture the King Carp. But it lasted for more than a month, and those guys told me that they were tired of eating, and asked me to send them other types of Pokémon.

I was a little annoyed because I was under a lot of pressure at work during that time and I often dreamed about Bulbasaur at night. It said in its dream that it was very cold, and its eyes seemed to miss me very much.

So, I took a leave the next day and went to the wilderness area to tame a Kentero. I thought that this guy should be enough for the fossil helmets to eat for a long time.

I had rescued this Kentero before, and it trusted me very much. When I heard that I wanted to become a partner with it, it wagged its tail happily. It's ridiculous, I only had one partner the whole time, and it was already dead.

When I took Kentero near the cave, he suddenly jumped out of the elf ball, reminding me that there seemed to be a strong danger ahead, and I was not allowed to go any further.

Haha, I still remember the serious look on its face that wanted to protect me! Can I not know if there is any danger ahead? Those are a bunch of cute fossil helmets waiting for me to feed them!

However, since then, I have discovered that the smell of blood in the cave has become a bit strong, and it has caused a serious sense of crisis among the elves around me.

So, after coaxing Kentero to come near the cave and letting the fossil helmets have enough to eat and drink, I started planning with them to bury the corpses and clean up the smell nearby.

Speaking of which, Bulbasaur has been lying in my freezer for a long time, and it also has a faint smell. I always lied to my parents that it was a heroic sacrifice and the body needed to be preserved and used as evidence to identify the murderer one day in the future, so they kept it a secret for me for a long time.

We started from the tunnel at my house and spent a whole night digging to the West Mountain on the edge of Dark Gray City. We continued construction there and dug the North Mountain tunnel another night.

On the way back, we restored the soil as much as possible and refilled the connections between each tunnel. In addition, it is winter now, and the ice, snow and cold wind can quickly make the soil return to the same color. As long as no one discovers the body on the spot after burying it, it will be difficult for outsiders to see traces of the soil being churned after a day or two.

Well, that's almost it. Regarding the process of hunting and burying corpses, that's all I can think of. You can ask whatever you want about the rest. It doesn't matter to me anyway.

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After hearing this, Lu Yi organized his thoughts and asked several detailed questions based on Tuanzi's previous description.

Q: From what you said, it seems that you planned and implemented all the processes of this case alone, and no one else participated in the whole process, right?

Answer: Yes, I can guarantee this. Please don’t scare my parents. These things have nothing to do with them.

Q: We are not referring to your parents, but to your slightly fat colleague - Aman. When you tried to escape in the elf center, she also ran out of the door in panic. Why?

Answer: Oh, her! She's scared! After all, he ate so much elven meat.

Question: What kind of elf meat? You didn't say any of this just now.

Answer: Haven’t you said that? Maybe I forgot that. The fossil helmet group is quite picky about eating, just like most wild animals don't like to eat the internal organs of corpses. They prey on elves and only eat the most nutritious parts. Like my Bulbasaur, they were able to retain the body trunk, and the fossil helmets only ate its flower seeds.

Therefore, each corpse was not very clean, so I cut off the remaining parts with a knife and took them home to marinate them into cans or bacon.

Q: Why did you give these things to Oman? Do you and your parents also eat it?

Answer: I warn you not to talk nonsense! My parents and I don’t eat that stuff! When I see this flesh and blood, I think of Bulbasaur, and I won't eat it!

As for Aman, that guy deserves the blame! Who allowed her to rely on her good figure and sweet appearance to seduce the man I was pursuing and run away? I tricked her into eating these foods, and the abundant energy in the elf's body caused her to gain weight quickly, and she was dumped not long after! Hahaha! She deserves it!

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