I'm surviving in a love game

The night before, Xinggong Shiori booked the train ticket for tomorrow, and set off early the next morning.

Because the cat's human form is too ostentatious, and the train expressly prohibits bringing animals on board, she had no choice but to feel wronged that the cat shrank in the backpack. She didn't zip up all the backpack's zippers but left a small opening.

"From now on, stay inside obediently. If you feel uncomfortable, grab this strap, and I will take you to the bathroom to get some air."

Hoshimiya Shiori, who was sitting in an empty corner of the waiting room, whispered to the cat in the backpack, and finally rubbed her head again.

Thinking of seeing Xiao Hei next time, Maoba pulled the tail hidden in the bag by the edge of the backpack and shook it around.

Waiting for the bus is always boring, even in the game. Shiori Hoshimiya took out her phone and opened the page. She was just rushing to the station and didn’t pay attention to the information on the phone. Now she saw a few more messages .

["What kind of food does Miss Xinggong like to eat? I'm picking the ingredients now." from Atsushi Nakajima]

Several photos, apparently taken in the mall's food section, were attached to the message.

["Let's go to eat dim sum with Lord Ranbu today, a new dim sum shop has recently opened here." from Ranbu]

The attached screenshot is from the Dianping software. The message was sent half an hour ago, and Shiori Xinggong could imagine how he was lying under the blanket, and his eyes lit up when he saw the newly opened dim sum shop.

["I've read it all, why don't you reply to the message." from Random Step]

She suspected that the other party had been waiting for her message since she sent the message, so she sent a message anxiously without replying immediately after she read the message.

["Sorry, I have something to do today, so I can't accompany you to have snacks."]

After sending the message, she didn't forget to look up at the electronic display screen marked with train information, um... the train she was going to take didn't arrive until half an hour later.While bowing his head, he was typing so fast that he had already sent many messages in succession, occupying most of the chat page in an instant.

["Are you going out?"]

["Why didn't you tell me."]

["You wait a little longer."]

Xinggong Shizhi read something from his last message, and sent another message, "No need to wait, the train is about to enter the station."

On the other end, Luanbu, who just got up from the bed, had a messy head of hair on his head, and the strands of his hair were curled up in all directions due to his sleeping position last night. It was a little dim, but he still bent down and took out the cell phone that had just been thrown aside from the folds of the quilt.

It's disgusting, this feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

The young man with a somewhat childish face crossed his legs, found a point of strength with his elbows on his thighs, and pressed his bony hands into hollow fists against his cheeks. His half-down eyes reflected the conversation with her. page.

Rejecting Ranpo's invitation does not mean that the matter is over, on the contrary, it is just the beginning. Shiori Xinggong knows Ranpo's character well, and after rejecting him, the childish him will probably be a little angry.

Hoshimiya Shiori rested her index finger on her chin, frowned, and muttered in her heart what to do next.

["I see." from Ranbu]

Just when she was in distress, the news of Chaos Bu popped up again.

what……

No matter how you look at it, it is the eerie calm before the storm.

["I'll be back soon, and I'll bring you a present."]

The more he thought about it, the more angry his cheeks were puffed up. He simply rested his cheeks on his hands and stared at the screen of the phone without blinking. He wanted to see how she answered.

However, when I actually saw the news, I was more disappointed.

What kind of souvenir? Is he Edogawa Ranpo the kind of person who only cares about souvenirs? !

After a while, just as the train was entering the stack, the news of Chaos Jumped out again——

Ranpo Edogawa, who doesn't value souvenirs, said: "Then I want macarons, butter cookies, and donuts."

After getting off the car, Xinggong Shizhi had time to reply, "Okay, I've written it all down."

In this way, the little detective, who was still a little bit angry at first, could be regarded as being pacified, but he still nagged a lot, remember to tell him next time he wants to go out, and so on.

On the surface, Xinggong Shiori, who accepted everything on the surface, decided to act more cautiously next time. After all, she had to spend more time to prevent the detective from discovering anything.

Because this is the first train in the morning, and it is Saturday, most of the social animals who have been busy for a week are sleeping late at home, so apart from some white-collar workers who work overtime and other elderly people on the train, only Xinggong Shizhi is on the train.

Hoshimiya Shiori turned on her mobile phone and clicked on the map. Her destination was Sensoji Temple in Tokyo, which was also the place where Miwa Yiyan last appeared. Maybe they could be found there.

The mobile phone shows that the time required is about two hours, so it will be about nine o'clock when we arrive at Sensoji Temple. Shiori Hoshimiya, who sorted out the clues collected before until late at night, got up so early this morning, sat down and accompanied the train. My head is also dizzy.

He moved the backpack to his chest, wrapped his hands around the backpack, lowered his head, and opened his eyelids so exhausted that it took effort.

It didn't take long before the train was moving at a constant speed, and the senses of people confined in the closed space were all imprisoned. The only thing that was rich was the flood of sleepiness, and Shiori Hoshimiya was no exception.Waist-length black hair slid from the back of the shoulders to the front of the chest, one or two strands of hair were tightly attached to the cheeks, and the rest formed two barriers to isolate the surrounding voices.

Suddenly, it seemed that someone sat down in the empty seat beside her, covering half of the light. Shiori Hoshimiya, who was extremely sensitive to changes in light, frowned slightly, and slowly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with drowsiness. When the figure of the visitor was projected in her pupils, the sleepiness in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

This should not be an illusion, Shiori Hoshimiya blinked her eyes, as if to confirm that the other party was not an illusion, she asked hesitantly, "Detective Ayatsuji...?"

The sun scattered into the carriage, sprinkled a piece of gold powder, and the dark golden hair of Ayatsuji pedestrian was shining brightly under the sunlight, and the ends of his hair even showed a sense of clarity and delicacy. When Shiori Hoshigong was talking, he was walking slowly He quickly took off his black gloves, revealing his slightly pale palms from not being exposed to the sun for a long time.

"Well, it's me."

His usual answers are short but clear, so it is the same now, so it seems that Shizhi Xinggong has made a fuss, and it is definitely not a coincidence that they met on the same train.

In the face of absolute intellectual superiority, using coincidence as an excuse is the most foolish choice.

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