After drawing Zhongye SSR

Maki stood there, motionless.

It's like an ancient statue, occasionally a few passing children will show a momentary expression of surprise and doubt when they see her.

The cold voice of the system still echoed in her ears.

[Main task five: current progress, 85%]

Maki thought, why 80.00% five?

Why only 80.00% five?

When people touch the unknown, there is more fear than excitement.

She already knows a lot.

But at the same time know nothing.

Lifa is indeed related to the "book", otherwise there would be no progress change.

——However, if he is the "book", what is the remaining 15.00%?

What else does she not understand?

What is the truth about her—about the book?

This is the first time Maki feels so tired, the previous efforts are like a joke, and she still knows nothing at the end.

She squatted down on the spot, covered her face with both hands, and breathed hard through her mouth.

The cool air from her mouth lifted her fine bangs.

Maki heard a childish voice, right around her.

"Mom, what is that man doing?"

"Don't look too much, let's go!"

Maki squatted for a while before standing up slowly.

The system didn't bother her with a wink, and when she finally calmed down, he asked: [Host, are you okay? 】

Maki: "Do you look at me like I'm okay?"

system:【......】

System: [Sorry. 】

"What do you have to apologize for?" Maki patted a little bit of dust on her skirt and said bitterly, "If you could tell me, you should have told me long ago, right?"

The system did not answer.

In this case, no answer is equivalent to "default".

The bell in the shape of an orchid hanging on the door of Poirot's Café next door rang.

A man came out of the door—a handsome man with dark skin, a standard handsome guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Seeing Maki, he first showed a somewhat puzzled expression, and then said, "Miss, are you alright?"

Even if she doesn't look in the mirror, Maki knows that her expression is absolutely ghastly pale.

She shook her head and said, "I felt a little uncomfortable just now—are you the waiter here?"

She gestured to the broom and dustpan in the man's hands with her eyes.

The man smiled and said, "My name is Toru Amuro. Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Toru Amuro.

Maki chewed the name in his mouth, it was not a popular name.

It's not very suitable for him——Maki is still a little confident in his own eyesight. When he mentioned this name, it was as if she hadn't recovered the memory of Dazai Osamu's daughter, and she called herself "Dazai" Maki", not to say that there is much sense of disobedience, but that there is no innate familiarity.

This also convinced Maki that this handsome waiter was probably the colleague Gin had mentioned.

Maki is very curious why such a person would come to such a not-so-famous place to be a waiter—this place is not close to the hostile organization of the Karasuma Group, nor is it close to the government department. Yes, that's a bit unreasonable.

Until she raised her head and saw the row of windows above Café Poirot.

A line of Chinese characters was pasted on the row of windows with white tape.

"Maori Detective Agency".

Maki remembers that there is only one well-known detective named Maori in Japan.

Mori Kogoro, a frequent visitor to the headlines of major newspapers, shuttles through various cases on a daily basis. What's more coincidentally, he is also Mao Lilan's father.

If Toru Amuro is wary of this person, it is not surprising that he works near Mori Kogoro.

It's just that Maki doesn't know whether this vigilance is from himself or from the Karasuma Group.

Because Maki didn't respond for a long time, Toru Amuro called her again: "Miss?"

Maki turned around and said flatly: "Actually, I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"That one." Maki pointed to Lifa who was sitting inside the coffee shop.

Amuro Toru's expression changed in an instant.

Probably because Gin had told him a long time ago, and he knew exactly who Lifa was, so the way he looked at Maki was completely different from before: "Can I do something for you?"

Maki tilted her head.

Just when Toru Amuro thought that the young girl in front of her who was inexplicably involved in a criminal organization was about to say something amazing, she suddenly smiled like an ordinary girl next door, and said, "Then make a cup for me." Black coffee, no sugar and milk."

It was very quiet in Poirot's Café.

There was a smell of coffee and pastries in the air, and the place probably also sold light food by the way, Maki thought he could smell the aroma of spaghetti bolognese.

Lifa is reading a book.

The book was wrapped in a book cover, and Maki couldn't see its name, but she guessed that it might not be an easy subject, because Lifa's lips exposed outside the mask were deeply drawn into a straight line.

When Maki sat down across from him, Lifa didn't seem to notice, just turned the book over.

It wasn't until Amuro came over and put the black coffee that Maki requested in front of her that he raised his head, put away the book, and said inexplicably, "You really still like this taste."

Maki, who was just about to pick up the black coffee, paused and put down the cup again.

She stared at Lifa, trying to see some expression on his face, but because of the mask blocking it, she finally failed.

Maki suddenly felt a little magical.

She never imagined that she would sit across from Lifa so calmly.

The last time they had a relationship was at a sports festival, and Lifa found fault with her by manipulating an audience.

Before that was when she was kidnapped by Sigma.

She pondered for a while.

Then he said slowly, "You don't look too surprised."

Lifa smiled, and then said sarcastically, "What? Could it be your invitation, and I have to be anxious at home for a long time, and then I can only come when I dress up?"

Shinji shook his head, "That's not what I meant."

She paused and said, "I mean——you seem to know that it's me."

Rifa's pupils narrowed.

But the expression on his face didn't change much: "Because I do know that it's you who came."

"why?"

"Because I'm one of the few people who knows you well, little girl."

Maki raised his eyebrows: "But in fact we haven't met a few times."

Lifa didn't answer, he picked up the water in front of him and took a sip.

Silence spread between the two.

Zhenji stared at him for a long time, before he said, "What do you know about 'books'?"

Lifa put down the glass, and the ice cubes collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

He said, "That depends on what you want to ask?"

"Will you tell me if I ask?"

"Not necessarily," Lifa shrugged, "it depends on what you're asking."

Maki took a deep breath, and she felt that Rifa didn't really want their conversation to go smoothly.

To be precise, he didn't intend to speak properly, and there was always a kind of frivolity in his tone—this gave Maki an inexplicably familiar feeling, as if she had seen this tone before, but after thinking about it for a long time There is no clue, Maki can only give up for the time being, and refocus his mind on the conversation in front of him.

She thought for a while.

About 5 minutes passed, when Lifa thought she would not speak again, Maki suddenly said: "Are you a book?"

Lifa's hands stiffened.

He raised his eyes and stared at Maki's face, as if he wanted to see clearly what she was thinking through the fair skin in front of him.

But in the end he gave up.

Lifa sighed and said, "Yes, I am."

His tone was very flat, as if he didn't know how earth-shattering what he said, so flat that Maki thought for a moment that what he heard was a lie.

Zhen Ji choked for a long time before he found his voice again: "If you are really a book, why did you do those things?"

"Those things?" Lifa said. "What do you mean—bombing up the playground, or kidnapping you?"

"It's all." Zhen Ji paused, and said with some hesitation, "Isn't the book the 'creator' - this world is created by you, why do you want to do such a thing?"

Lifa stared at her a few times, as if watching some joke.

Then suddenly he laughed.

Laughing until the mask is trembling.

After a while he stopped laughing, raised his face, and asked Maki, "Who told you?"

Maki: "What?"

Lifa: "Let me ask you, who told you that books belong to the Creator—books can indeed create everything, but they are not the Creator."

It took Maki a while to figure out the logic.

"You mean," she said, "that the Creator was someone else?"

Lifa was noncommittal.

Maki: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Lifa brushed his messy hair.

Through the slit in the mask, Maki saw his eyes.

It's hard to describe what kind of eyes they are. They are obviously dark in color, but they are like black holes, as if they want to swallow people's mind.

A hint of madness suddenly appeared in those dark eyes, and this madness made Maki breathless.

Lifa said: "There is no special reason, because I have been unhappy with the world for a long time-I want to destroy the world."

Maki felt her breathing stop for a moment.

Then her heart beat fast, bang bang bang—she felt the blood vessels under her face beating.

How should the average person react when they hear someone say "I'm going to destroy the world"?

Maki doesn't know.

All she knew was that Lifa didn't say this casually.

He did what he said.

She sat there, stiff for a long time.

Maki thought that this conversation should end here, because if it continued, something she didn't want to see would definitely happen.

However, she still couldn't control herself in the end.

Maki heard herself speak slowly: "Then why, you want to trouble me?"

Obviously she is nothing special.

Except for the identity of a time traveler—even her abilities are so minimal.

The moment she asked this question, she felt a sudden change in Lifa's temperament.

Maki trembled subconsciously, wanting to leave this place——

However it was too late.

The bell on the door of the coffee shop rang again, as if someone had entered, but Maki couldn't care less to look.

Lifa stood up abruptly from his seat.

The coffee and water fell to the floor, and the porcelain and glass shattered together, making a toothache sound.

He yanked on Maki's collar, and Maki felt suffocated for a while due to poor breathing.She tried to twist her hand to grab his wrist, but it didn't help - his wrist was too thin, not like a grown man.

Lifa's eyes were slightly red with excitement.

"Why do you ask me to find you?"

His lips curled up slightly, but Maki knew that he was definitely not smiling - it was just an involuntary expression of extreme anger, just like her.

"Do you know how your abilities come from?"

Maki's eyes widened slightly.

At that moment, she felt that all other sounds disappeared from her ears, including the screams of other guests, and the dissuasion of the waiters nearby.

...and the sound of the system.

"—You snatched it from me."