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"If you want it, you want it, if you don't want it, you don't want it. This is an objective fact that can be judged in half a second—" Ranbu urged.

Said it didn't take half a second, but less than half a second later, the detective really started to answer:

"I've seen it all! For the No.1 detective in the world, it's so simple, it's as effortless as eating rough snacks and drinking marble soda. No, it's easier than that, I'm 100% confirm--"

Without waiting for her to make a sound, he completed the self-questioning and self-answering without pausing.

"I want it."

"You want me."

"You like me too."

"Right, Chiriko."

"what--"

Ranbu happily bent his eyes, pressed tightly against Chilizi, obediently, and did not move.

A small beam of warm-toned morning light came in and fell on the smiling eyes, casting a faint halo.

Another tremor was powerful, close at hand.

Zhi Lizi clearly felt the vigorous heartbeat of Luanbu, he was a little tachycardic.Luanbu is not running, drinking, or doing any strenuous exercise at the moment. This is a physiological tachycardia caused by emotional agitation-heart rate, breathing, and flashing micro-expressions are biological instincts that are difficult to control and can easily be leaked Express real emotions and feelings.

Zhilizi heard Ranbu's undisguised eagerness.

This kind of reaction that cannot be faked is also an important clue that "super reasoning" pays attention to.

The detective had caught her sharply, so she talked to herself.

The supernatural detective never misses any information.

However, Ranpo seems to be more and more frequent recently. When not wearing glasses, he also turns his brain like wearing glasses, using "super reasoning".

For example, seeing through Poe's literary tricks; confidently responding to Downhill's next challenge, if you want to win, you must enter the world of novels that prohibit supernatural powers; and just now.

Chiriko was thinking, looking over Ranbu's relaxed shoulders and neck, not far away.

Luan Bu just moved over from that rustling.On the side, Luanbu used to be a blanket, a small brown cloak to cover himself in the shade, and a deflated deer hat pillow-during her unconscious rest, behave well, and wait for her to wake up , when he spoke, he acted recklessly and recklessly, really.

Even if it is inconvenient to flip through the storage compartment under the tatami to find a spare blanket, a thicker sweater in the closet is more suitable than a deerstalker hat to replace a pillow.

The pillow is not suitable, easy to stiff neck.Later, Luan Bu will definitely feel a sore neck, whimpering and crying, asking her to rub it gently.

Chiriko couldn't help thinking.

But what should be number one is the "I want you" exchange that will obviously be rejected.

Similar to "she will not sit idly by", this is not among the ranks that can be exchanged.

The words of Luanbu came softly again.

"Chilizi, since you accidentally fell asleep leaning against me in the car - I carried you up, it was super easy, it was easier than you picked me up with wrist-strengthening gloves. Don't underestimate my arms and abdomen You don’t have the kind of muscles that are overworked and visible to the naked eye, so it’s good, it’s soft, and it’s comfortable to hold, right. You, Chiriko, are also soft. We are just right, the best. Speaking of soft Soft, in addition to a soft double bed, I also need to replace the air conditioner that is not cool now - I am very reliable, I will take the initiative to compare the standards of my boyfriend, imagine the future with you, and take care of it half asleep and half awake You, have been guarding until now...ah, I am...so sleepy..."

He's sleepy, it's true.

She is so soft, this is just right, the best, it is very comfortable to hold, and it is true.

There is also a faint, different fragrance from him.

Ranpo closed his eyes contentedly.

It is not a synthetic fragrance, it is made up of main fragrance, several repairing agents and fixatives.

Zhi Lizi, who accompanied him to various incident scenes, rarely used perfume.This is the necessary work quality for criminals and forensic doctors who are in close contact with the incident. Try to avoid carrying a strong smell on your body, so as not to weaken or cover up the information widely announced by the smell at the scene.Of course, even if the investigator who led him to the scene was a lightly made-up investigator from a detective agency who liked to spray perfume imitating the natural scent of flowers, it did not hinder his speed of detection in the slightest.

On the contrary, it was pressed on Zhilizi's body, as if wrapped in a hot aroma, which had a greater influence on him.

So, he wants to grab a scent that he likes.

Not just the smell.

What he wanted at first, at the age of 13 when he lost his support, what he desperately wanted was someone who would not regard him as a monster and could lend a helping hand to him.

In fact, as long as the latter point is achieved, it will be friendly enough for him who has repeatedly failed to find a job.

He will stalk and follow, using all methods such as sympathy and logical loopholes, to ask the other party for the necessary conditions for survival.

Because he has no talent for finding a job at all, and he is out of tune with this society.

Why does my father think that he must become a more appreciated existence than them.

Ranpo couldn't understand his father's mantra at all: He must keep silent, and don't let what he knows hurt others.

To hurt people, obviously only sharp weapons are right.

No, accidentally knocked, knocked over, or touched by a sharp object may also cause injury, blood on the skin, or bruising and pain.

How can something he knows be a weapon to hurt people?How this illusory, insubstantial substance can become a weapon to hurt people, Luan Bu doesn't understand.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand.

I don't understand at all.

No one told him the answer, no one listened or was willing to listen to him seriously, no one noticed his mounting doubts—the adults should be a hundred times smarter than him, just like his omniscient parents.But the grown-up, who should be a hundred times smarter than him, has been ignoring his questions and asking for help, acting more stupid than him... He can't take it anymore, this is a game of who can act better and have more endurance ?

Ranpo hates pointless work.

Not only wasting his time and energy, but also wasting social resources.

Savings are a virtue.

Staring at the satchel bulging with mail, madly slandering "smart adults", don't you understand?

Transferring this pile of junk mail full of nonsense, whose contents can be understood at a glance without opening the envelope, from one place to another, the destination that should be delivered obviously has a common name, which is called "designated garbage collection place" , less than 100 meters away from the post office and turn left.

Luanbu can't understand, why should the spam be sent properly, just throw it all away.

Garbage collection has regulations that must be followed, and there is a fixed time. Paper and old clothes are only collected on Wednesdays within a week. If you miss it, you will have to wait for the next time.

In short, Wednesdays are the only days when the day's spam can be thrown into the recycling bin.The spam accumulated on Thursday, Friday, until the next Wednesday must wait until the next Wednesday to throw it away.This is not possible, he can't accumulate garbage for a week, and throw it away together before [-] o'clock on Wednesday morning. One of them is that there is no place to store garbage. It is purely cumbersome to carry on the body, which consumes a lot of energy, and he will eat more.

With a clever random step, he immediately thought of a place where he could throw spam every day.

Recycling bins are located outside vending machines and convenience stores, as well as on station platforms.

On the way to the station, there are shops selling his favorite thick snacks.

Luanbu happily tossed the satchel full of today's junk mail, and put on a student hat with sunshade.The clothes on his body are still not clean when he was in school. He is not good at washing clothes. He always soaks them in soapy water and rubs them casually. The handwriting on the back and the stains on the cuffs and necklines are always He stayed on top of the crumpled dark winter jacket, full of anticipation—when he was about to arrive at his destination, he was caught off guard by something that a strange five-year-old boy took out of his black exploding head.

What hurt him looked like a telescope and a kaleidoscope.

Anyway, it's cylindrical.

He was dropped ten years into the future.

Ranbu recognized it instantly, and there was an obvious moment on the side of the street that told him it was ten years later.

To be precise, he should have exchanged with himself ten years later.

The letter rustled to the ground.

Luanbu didn't bother to pick it up. Anyway, it was junk mail that was about to be thrown away. The most urgent thing was to think of a way while eating future snacks—wait, he saw from afar that on the banknotes that someone took out... it was changed.Ranbu suddenly realized the reality that coins might not be able to be circulated due to the replacement of coins in ten years, and he only had a small handful of change, what should he do, the change ten years ago cannot be called a valuable antique.

He looked at the completely unfamiliar surroundings, restrained his helpless mood with snacks, and suddenly became a little dull.

The one walking towards him quickly was Chiriko.

Zhi Lizi squatted down in front of him without saying a word, quickly sorted out the scattered letters, shook off the dust, and smoothed the wrinkles quickly.

She quickly accumulated a stack in her hand.

"You don't need to pick it up. It's all nonsense, and it's a waste of time to read the letter. Who would be happy to receive this kind of spam!" Luanbu couldn't help but kindly said.He always does "good things" that will be criticized by others, and always does "bad things" with good intentions.He didn't intend to pick up trash in the first place. This is definitely not a bad thing that will be criticized.

Chi Lizi is taller than the 13-year-old him.When he raised his head slightly, he could see her soft and light smile.

She stood up straight holding the sorted letters, leaned down slightly, and reached the height where her eyes were just at the same level as his. It was a position and distance where he felt respected, valued, and equal.

Then, at last, he heard the words he had been waiting for.

"Why do you think it's okay to throw away crap-filled spam? "

why.

It's not an accusation, and the tone is not impatient. It has been determined that he is making trouble for no reason.

It was an inquiry without the slightest malice, it was pure curiosity.

She wanted to help him, communicate with him, make him understand.

"You can tell that one just by looking at it. Strange, do you want me to say it exactly?" Luanbu asked back.

Chiriko, who is older than him, should know about the disorder caused by time and space.

Like his older, omnipotent parents who give him the right answer every time.

Zhi Lizi nodded, "Yes, I know this email is probably full of nonsense. Then what you just said to me, is it meaningless nonsense that you know and I know too?"

The reason why it is called spam is that you don't need to look at the content to know it, and it is an email that has no meaning of delivery.

Nazhilizi knew, and the information he knew also had no meaning to convey, and it was undoubted nonsense, just like spam.He throws away spam, and so does his crap, which is spam to be thrown away.

"……Well."

Luanbu clarified his logical loopholes for a moment, tilted his head and squeezed out a sound, and blinked.

"Then why do you say that?"

"It's a waste of your time talking and my time listening, isn't it?"

"Since you can talk nonsense, why can't other people write nonsense, isn't it fair?"

The tone of Chiriko's conversation with him is no different from the conversation with the client in the future, it is very ordinary.

Of course, he now has a more gentle, pampering and self-willed Zhilizi, but for the boy who was used to being scolded 13 years ago, it is rare to see him to sort out the logic, I hope he understands , of real benefit to him.

"The weather is so nice today, the sun is so warm, this candy is so sweet,"

Zhili Zikong took out a hand, and took out the paper crane candy that he was going to eat on the Shinkansen from his coat pocket, and handed it over, "If I talk about this objective fact that most people can feel, is it nonsense?"

Luanbu remembered that the candy was very sweet, and the handful of candy that he ate up soon was also sweet.

He thought about it for a long time, and when he had saved enough money, he immediately went to buy a bag. It was clearly the same brand and the same kind of packaging. I didn't know the sweetness that Lizi handed over.

Sure enough, Chiriko must have added a special magic to the food.

Just like the "super reasoning" explained to him by Fukuzawa Yukichi, Chiriko has the ability to make food more delicious.

Even ordinary red bean porridge, red beans with water and sugar, made by Chiriko, is more delicious than high-end restaurants and professional cooks who charge super high fees.Just like the homework made by parents, simple but warm.

What he was asked to use today was also what Chiriko said.

"I really like things like you. I want to write a letter to you a hundred times. The first time is to tell you that you know. The letters repeated from the second time are all already known and read. It’s pure time-wasting content, but no matter how many times you receive it, you won’t get bored and want to read and treasure it repeatedly, right?”

You are right!

He said it once last night, wrote it on Chiriko's hand for the second time, and said it a third time this morning.

Then repeat the fourth, fifth, sixth, or even the hundredth time, and you won't get tired.

Just like he is the No.1 detective in the world, this is also the fact that he is proud of.