The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 348 You Can Wear It Yourself
"Shirley, you try this."

He Nan pointed to the piece of green tea barbecued pork and encouraged him.

"...I will absolutely control my diet these few days." Shirley picked it up with chopsticks and sighed: "How many high-calorie foods did you eat today..."

"It's okay, Shirley." He Nan suggested, "We'll just practice more pairs."

"...Do you practice martial arts?"

"You can also practice catching people."

What He Nan said about catching people was not an ordinary child's game of "you run ahead and I will chase after you".

Instead, parkour skills are used, which can be regarded as half a training term.

The chased person runs as far as possible towards complex terrain that requires the use of multiple parkour techniques, and the chaser comes to try to catch him.With a sense of urgency and a test of the ability to adapt, parkour skills can be exercised to a greater extent.

Speaking of this parkour technique, it is a must-learn for detectives.

Otherwise, it is impossible to sneak in, collect evidence, or chase suspects through many complex terrains.

There are still frail detectives.

But that's usually because they haven't obtained a detective certificate, or they're sick the day after tomorrow.

Otherwise, there is no one who is easy to mess with detectives who have formally graduated and hold a certificate.

You probably can't beat him.

Even if you can beat it, there is a high probability that you won't be able to catch up.

It wasn't so troublesome to take the detective certificate test before, at least when He Nan was a child, he didn't have a parkour event, and he even taught fighting skills casually.

It's just that the law and order has deteriorated more and more in recent years, and various super criminals and gangs have become more rampant. If detectives are not forced to learn these skills, they may not be able to survive the first mission-the investigation is too dangerous.

"Oh... catch people... okay, let's play when you are free." Shirley picked up another piece of lotus seed paste bun and took a bite: "I feel that the snacks are a bit lacking."

"...Didn't you just complain that eating too much would make you fat?"

"It's rare to eat all of it, wouldn't it be enjoyable?" Shirley said in a serious manner, which made He Nan suddenly feel very reasonable.

"It's definitely not all there. Some dim sum have to be made fresh to ensure the taste - like this char siew, it's because other customers also ordered it, so we added a portion, otherwise it won't be served in a few minutes Come up." He Nan looked at the guests in the hall who had been served a char siew platter, and pointed to Xue Li: "Look, we have to thank this buddy."

"Hehehe..." Shirley looked down at him, and chuckled lightly, "Looks like she's also a lover of barbecued pork..."

"So what do you think of the char siu here." He Nan picked up another piece of char siew in black sauce and tasted it: "I think it's quite delicious, the taste is very strong."

"Well, I feel good too. The meat is particularly firm, and the taste of the sweet juice has completely penetrated into the meat and mixed with the gravy... the taste has become more complicated." Shirley didn't glance at it while eating. The waiter in the distance: "Looks like the tea is here."

The tea here is still served in glass teapots.

In this way, it is convenient for guests to appreciate the wonderful posture of tea soup and leaves.

He Nan and Shirley tasted their own tea respectively, and then tasted the other's tea.

Of course, in order to prevent the tea from smelling, the cups are directly exchanged for drinking.

In fact, it is okay to ask the waiter for two more cups, but they think this is too much trouble.

"...It feels good." Xue Li put down the teacup with satisfaction, put it back in front of He Nan, licked her lips, and raised her own cup again.

"Uh... I'm really not used to drinking chrysanthemum tea." He Nan tasted the taste in his mouth carefully, swallowed it and shook his head: "How can I describe it... It's like a good green tea with a taste of lipstick .”

"...I don't wear lipstick."

"I know, I mean, I feel that this tea smells like lipstick... I have a similar feeling when I drink scented teas other than jasmine." He Nan couldn't help adding: "It's like letting me eat it raw. Same as cilantro."

"I'm very surprised when it comes to this." Shirley poked the egg yolk bun lightly with her chopsticks, watched the rich yellow juice slowly flow out, and laughed lightly: "Why do you swallow it without coriander when you drink Chinese soup?" I couldn’t go down, so I vomited after eating the mixed coriander root.”

"...Because the taste is terrible." He Nan still felt disgusted when he recalled it: "Come on, don't mention it, I finally tasted good tea, I have to taste its beauty carefully."

"So have you tasted it?"

"Uh...it's quite light anyway. The fragrance is very good, I can't say how much it is. What kind of experience can you get from drinking this kind of good tea once or twice. It's not as obvious as wine." He Nan drank it again Take a sip and try to close your eyes and imagine the misty tea mountain.

However, I thought it was figured out, and it didn't improve my perception.

"Forget it, just drink whatever you want. You can still show a casual attitude towards good things, this is the real powerhouse." He Nan calmed down while saying this.

"That's what I said, don't be so casual that you drink too much." Shirley reminded him: "You have to stay for a long time at night. Once you urinate once in a while, this task can't continue."

"Cough...it's okay, it's not a big problem. It's very early now, so let's go to the toilet a few more times before dusk, and then stop drinking water, so it won't matter." He Nan said, looking at his watch: Indeed , there is still plenty of time.

It would be really embarrassing if there were various troubles in latent tasks due to excessive urination.

But He Nan is still very confident that he won't pee in his pants.

"We can buy some diapers when we leave." He Nan pondered for a moment, and finally came up with this idea: "What do you think?"

"It's not good. He Nan, you must be sick." Shirley showed a disgusted expression, and gave him a blank look: "How old is it?"

"No, what does this have to do with how big it is." He Nan felt very wronged: "You see, those snipers often wear diapers inside when they lie in ambush for a long time, right? Some superheroes wear tights when they go out, don't they?" Stuff? So there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"...You can wear it yourself if you like it, I don't want it." Shirley snorted: "...and I'm still wearing a sanitary napkin, did you forget?"

"Oh, yes..." He Nan pondered for a while, and realized that it would definitely not be able to absorb too much urine, so he had to give up: "Then I won't wear it either."

"Don't, don't let me affect your leisure and elegance in wearing diapers." Shirley immediately said with a smirk: "Stay on being yourself, He Nan."

"Even if I wanted to wear it, I can't wear it if you are so suspicious!" He Nan muttered with a little blushing: "...In short, it will be fine to speed up the urination first."

"How to do it?"

"Buy some diuretics." He Nan suggested, "For example, furosemide."

(End of this chapter)