I'm surviving in a love game

Fortunately, Shiori Xinggong had already cleaned the house before going out, trying to eliminate traces of the cat as much as possible, but she couldn't guarantee whether Luanbu would notice it.

"There seems to be no drinks at home, is milk or pure water okay?"

When I opened the refrigerator, I realized that I had run out of supplies. In the empty refrigerated area, there was only a large bottle of milk that I bought a few days ago.

"Then milk." Ranbu didn't care about being in someone else's house at all. He sat down at the dining table with his chin in his hands, and then leaned towards the direction where Xinggong Shiori was, and asked, "It's a strawberry." milk?"

"Ah, sorry, it's pure milk."

She picked up the iced just-right milk and gave Ranbu a look.

"Oh...then pure milk." His tone visibly broke down.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was sitting diagonally across from Luanbu and witnessed the very familiar conversation between the two, felt more and more out of place.

No, it should be said that the boy named Ranpo was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes. He accepted the care from the girl so naturally and without any worries, as if everything should belong to him.

What a strange mood.

Hoshimiya Shiori asked again: "What about Nakajima-kun? Do you want milk or pure water?"

"Ahhh——" The meaningless and short syllable rolled out of Atsushi Nakajima's throat. His slightly trembling hands rested on the edge of the wooden table. The tide flooded in and submerged him. At this moment, he even lost his ability to speak. It took a few seconds for him to regain this ability, "Water... just water."

"Oh, I see."

"Here." She said, pushing a glass of milk and a glass of pure water in different directions, and the thick glass base rubbed against the surface of the wooden table to make two very similar but completely different sounds.The edge of the cup mouth is a regular circle, a figure that can't be faulted, but it makes people unable to determine which is the starting point and which is the end point.

Hoshimiya Shiori's fingers were slender and delicate, and her fingertips were pressed against the outer glass wall. Atsushi Nakajima's gaze drifted to her wrist, and continued upwards, with a smile on her lips.

"You guys wait here for a while, I'll go find my old clothes."

After saying this, Shiori Hoshimiya went back to her room, which is more like a single room separated by a sliding door.

Her previous clothes should have been placed in...

The sliding door was pulled open with a "shua", and delicate hands rummaged through the neatly folded clothes.

"How's the situation outside?" Xinggong Shiori kept moving her hands, and asked the system with her heart voice, "If it's not unexpected, Luanbu is about to find something."

【"It seems that nothing happened at the moment."】 But within a few seconds, the system made another sound, 【"Ranbu seems to have found the doll you placed in the entrance."】Hmm, doll?

Hoshimiya Shiori paused as she rummaged through her clothes, and asked the system, "Is this the mackerel doll that Osamu Dazai gave you last time?"

After she got home yesterday, she put the doll in the entrance, and now she was reminded of it by the system.

【"Do you want to go out and stop it?"】

"No, no, this is also a good opportunity." She lowered her eyes, took out a white shirt with relatively few wrinkles from under her clothes, and shook her shoulders with her hands, "Let Luanbu take a look at this doll for us Is there any problem after all?"

The self-proclaimed number one detective in the world walked to the entrance, leaned over with his hips crossed, and looked at the mackerel doll placed on the shoe cabinet.

The doll's eyes are made of clear black plastic, due to the high degree of light transmission, under the low light at this moment, they actually show a strange red light, just like the red color soaked in blood.

In the deep red, Luanbu saw his own reflection.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Atsushi Nakajima asked in a low voice, because the Ranpo just now was too silent.

Atsushi Nakajima noticed something was wrong with his chaotic steps, which was almost engraved into his soul.

At this moment, Luanbu stood in place, as if time had frozen on him.And Hoshimiya Shiori, who saw everything through the system broadcast in the room, couldn't help holding her breath.

"This doll..." The voice was suppressed to a minimum, like a sigh.

But Xinggong Shiori could only see his open and closed lips.

"It's really strange, isn't the factory that produces this kind of doll afraid of going bankrupt?"

During the words, he had already straightened up, and he didn't give the doll any mercy. It seemed that the scrutiny just now was indeed driven by curiosity.

Hoshimiya Shiori hadn't gotten out of the tense atmosphere yet, her thumbs rested on her chin, her brows were furrowed.

Really just... curious?

"Shiori—haven't you found it yet?"

The sound of chaotic steps brought Shiori Hoshimiya, who was about to fall into deep thought, back to reality. She put the shirt on her arm, "I found it."

Immediately opened the door, "Sorry, it may look a little wrinkled, but I have washed and dried it before, and I hope you don't mind."

"No no no, I don't mind at all!"

Atsushi Nakajima was neither sitting nor standing, and finally stood up suddenly, and bowed ninety degrees to Shiori Xinggong, holding the fabric on both sides of his trousers tightly with both hands, "Thank you very much, Miss Xinggong and Mr. Ranpo's help!"

"if there is not……"

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Hoshimiya Shiori decisively interrupted Atsushi Nakajima, "There is no need to say thank you, in fact, you have helped us a lot."

"Me? Can I help you too?" He maintained a bowing posture, his voice was buried in his body, muffled.

"It's true, anyway, let's stand up first, and go try to see if the clothes fit."

"Ah, good!"

When Atsushi Nakajima borrowed Hoshimiya Shiori's bathroom to change clothes, she asked Ranpo again, "Then what should we do next? He should be a very dangerous supernatural user, so let's tell the president first."

"No need, I've already informed the president." Luanbu leaned against the entrance, with his arms on the shoe cabinet, and beside him was the mackerel doll he described as having a strange appearance just now. He turned the phone over and turned the screen to Xiang Xinggong Shiori, "The president said to take it back directly."

Wouldn't it be risky?

Ranpo, who accurately interpreted Hoshimiya Shiori's facial expression, said again: "Since the president has said so, it means that we have made sufficient preparations."

"I hope so."

Hoshimiya Shiori's right hand rested on her left forearm, and her fingers tapped the warm skin again and again.

The blond man squeezed the cover of the booklet with ideals, stood at the intersection, tapped the back of his hand with his fingers, glanced at his watch from time to time, and then lowered his glasses.

Suddenly the phone rang, and he answered the phone. His anxiety eased a little, and he said, "President, I haven't waited for the person recommended by Mr. Tan Tian."

On the other end of the phone, the silver-haired man said: "Thank you Kunikida, the other party has already arrived at the detective agency."

After hanging up the phone, Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the other party. The latter had a half-smile, but there was no smile in his kite-colored pupils.

"Mr. Fukuzawa, nice to meet you."

The author has something to say:

Oh hoo hoo, it's finally a holiday! ! !

Tomorrow, I will go to Cha Haidilao with my roommate~

Try to save a chapter of the manuscript tonight wwww