Pokémon Master is me, Bell

"The Pokémon Master is me, Belle"

Just when we thought Bucciarati had found a clue to crack the secret room, he took out three buckets of instant noodles from the cabinet.

Sasuke and I looked at each other and gave in to the reality of being hungry.Although going from delicious seabass to instant noodles is a step down from consumption, it’s still better than nothing!

At this time, the goodness of luxury suites is reflected.I tore open the instant noodles package, put in the seasoning packet, and put it under the hot water machine on the table.

As soon as I pressed the hot water dispenser, scalding drinking water flowed into the cup noodles.After a while, the charming smell of braised seabass filled the room.

With food comes motivation, and we started discussing while eating noodles.

"First of all, how can there be an owner in a hotel room?" Bucciarati raised the first doubt.

I ate my noodles and thought: "Maybe there are regular guests who have stayed in this room for a long time? Or maybe someone died here, and the owner of the hotel never let anyone else stay in this room. I have to say that the deceased became this The owner of the room is also established."

Bucciarati suddenly realized: "You mean, the owner's ghost is still in this house."

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I didn't say that!Don't be scary!Mommy!I almost choked on the soup.

To prove this alarming suspicion wrong, we searched the room.I touched everything from the living room, to the bathroom, to the bedroom, on and under the bed...Eh?

"I found it!" I slowly crawled out from under the bed and opened the notebook in my hand: "This is... a clipping book."

"What's on it?" Sasuke asked.

I quickly flipped through the loose-leaf notebook in my hand that was as big as the palm of an adult man's hand and concluded: "There are reports on missing Pokémon cases and some rumors about legendary Pokémon."

The maker of the clipping book made relevant summaries and notes on the distressed paper with scrawled and strong pen calligraphy.

A considerable part of it is about speculation about where the missing Pokémon have gone. It seems that the owner of the clipping book believes that they have gone to a place called Pokémon Village.

According to his description, it was a fantasyland where many Pokémon lived in seclusion.

I stopped at one of the pages and showed it to Uchiha Sasuke: "Look at this picture, it was drawn by the owner of the clipping book."

"This is... a family tree?" Uchiha Sasuke stared at the "tree diagram" above.

I shook my head and kept turning the clipping book to different pages and explained: "This habit of using triangles or circles to express gender is only found by anthropologists, but the owner of this clipping book does not care about human beings. The news he pays attention to are reports of missing Pokémon. It can be seen that these should be Pokémon Kinship Charts. If the owner of the clipping book is the owner of the room, then he should be a Pokémon scientist."

Bucciarati said: "That resentful spirit is most likely the Pokémon expert!"

...I felt a chill on my back, turned around and complained: "Bucciarati!"

He obediently continued to rummage through the boxes.

"Bell, you stepped on something." Uchiha Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

I jumped away quickly and saw a slightly yellowed photo lying on the carpet.Uchiha Sasuke picked it up and dusted it off.

"Maybe it fell out when I was flipping through the clipping book." I closed the notebook in my hand, leaned over to look at it, and frowned unconsciously: "...there's something weird about this photo."

"Here..." I pointed to the carousel in the photo and said, "Does it feel like something is missing?"

Yes, the photo was taken in an amusement park. The entire photo conveys the happy atmosphere of children playing. The only strange thing is that there are no people sitting on the carousel in the photo.

Bucciarati also took a breath and agreed: "Indeed, this composition does not seem to have the carousel itself as the main subject. There should be someone on the merry-go-round, but they have disappeared from the photo."

"Or disappeared from our eyes." Uchiha Sasuke added.

I forced myself to calm down and analyzed: "If the person on the carousel is the instigator of the whole incident, of course he doesn't want us to see what he looks like."

"Then why don't you take the photo?"

What comes back to Bucciarati is my act of turning the photo over.I pointed to the tiny signature scrawled on it and raised the corners of my lips: "Because this photo is an important clue."

"...Simon Moreau." Uchiha Sasuke squinted his eyes and read out the small words.

As soon as Sasuke finished speaking, a "ding!" came from outside the door.That was the sound of the elevator rising to this floor.

"Let's go!"

Standing in the elevator and slowly descending, I looked at the photo and expressed my concerns: "Lock us somewhere, turn off the lights, and write words on the wall are the characteristics of most ghost and super characters. All abilities Pokémon can do it. But being able to cast a long-term and stable deception on a photo is like putting a layer of illusion on it, which means that this Pokémon..."

I hesitated to speak.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived.

The moment the door opened, a burst of dreamy and rhythmic music came in.What caught my eye was not the decoration of the hotel, but the carousel that was exactly the same as the one in the photo!

At a glance, all the lights are wrapped around the carousel, and the rest of the place is dim, with only some sparse light shining on the popcorn machine next to it.

"This Pokémon is very strong," I confirmed.

A banner was unfurled on the carousel - "What happened to Simon Moreau?"

It was still the same bloody and crooked handwriting as before.

But this time our search was not as smooth as before.I thought that the carousel full of memories didn’t have much to analyze. I sat on it again and again, from the beginning wondering what happened to Simon Moreau to what this mischievous Pokémon wanted...

The question just now is - who is the owner of this room?

The answer is obviously known to the Pokémon who set up the puzzle.

The clippings we find in the room reveal that the owner is a Pokémon scientist who studies missing Pokémon cases and longs to find where Pokémon Township is.The photo in the scholar's notebook is missing the most important information - his subject.

We suspect this subject is the person responsible for the secret room.The carousel I was sitting on confirmed this conjecture.

The relationship between the photographer, who is a Pokémon scholar, and the Pokémon being photographed while sitting on the carousel has emerged.

Besides trainers, who would take Pokémon to ride on the merry-go-round at an amusement park, take photos and tuck them into important notes?

So the question is, why does this Pokémon ask the second question?

Does it know what happened to Simon Moreau?

What is it looking for?

Suddenly, I saw a bright starlight winding down on the ground.

Unable to help myself, I went in the direction it led.What appeared before me was a huge circus tent.

I was instinctively alert.Because this is wrong, there will be no circus in ordinary amusement parks, circuses often only appear at carnivals.

But staying where I was would only let the clues slip away. I was cruel, opened the tent curtain, and stuck my head in.

"...Hello? Is anyone there?" Before I had time to look inside the tent, my eyes were immediately attracted by the slender and enchanting back of the red-haired clown standing in the center of the stage.

Is there really someone there?Could he be Mr. Simon Moreau?

I blinked.It doesn’t feel like it!

The red-haired clown laughed strangely and turned around.His facial features were three-dimensional and evil, with weird colorful makeup under his narrow and deep eyes. His lips were raised and he said, "Oh, I didn't expect to have guests so soon."

His voice was low but wild, with a chilling smile.

The clown took out a playing card from somewhere and put it to his mouth, kissed it, and then flicked it with his finger and flew straight towards me!

Just two centimeters away from my eyeball, a slender and beautiful hand clamped it!The boy's awkward concern reached his ears: "Are you okay? Don't be so scared, right?"

I was in a trance for a moment and replied obediently: "I'm fine."

It’s just...the clown in front of me is obviously very up to something!My brows jumped and I looked at him warily.

Unexpectedly, the red-haired clown not only did not restrain himself, but also became more undulating.He licked his fingertips and then licked the corners of his lips, and groaned with a distorted smile: "Ah~ I can smell the sweet taste of little apples~ although it's still a bit green!"

He twisted his waist, wishing to stick to Uchiha Sasuke's body, and said extremely excitedly: "But it has great potential. Will it grow into an outstanding, mature, and delicious big apple?! It's really exciting~"

Uchiha Sasuke's face was already darker than the bottom of the pot.He obviously couldn't get along with this perverted clown who had developed a fetish.

"Let's do this!" The red-haired clown took out another playing card from his clothes. He shook the card and said with a provocative smile: "Little Apple, if you can snatch this playing card from my hand, I will tell you Clues on how you escape from here~"

"Sasuke." Bucciarati also arrived.He put his hand on the young man's shoulder, shook his head and said, "Don't be impulsive."

"...Ah!" The red-haired clown had a look of surprise and intoxication on his face, his voice was as sweet as poison, and his eyes were seductive as he said: "There is actually a ripe big apple! What a pity~ You must have lost your telekinesis ability too, otherwise It must smell more delicious~”

...Very good, it can be confirmed that this clown who is incompatible with the atmosphere of the amusement park is not from this world at all!

As for telekinesis, it is probably equivalent to chakra and substitute messengers in his world.

Although I had thought before about whether there would be dangerous people who "traveled" from other worlds, but actually meeting them was really... eye-opening!

Faced with this chaotic situation, I——

A. Satisfy the red-haired clown and make him happy to get clues

B. Ignore this pervert and go out to find the final piece of this puzzle.

C. There is only one truth, and I already know it all!Defraud the "real culprit" behind the scenes