I, Zhongli, wander the world

The official start of the detective competition was a week later. Before that, Zhong Li really took a few children to spend a good vacation in the United States.

The urban style of the United States is completely different from Yokohama. In this country with a short history, all the styles are closely related to the words "time" and "novelty". A considerable part of the famous attractions are commercial streets and exhibition halls.Therefore, the shopping experience is an integral part of traveling in this country.

Since Fitzgerald has vowed to keep all accounts and is indeed capable of earning back the money, Zhongli will naturally not be polite to him.Those vicious eyes can even pick out the most expensive and best stalls in the whole street to buy cotton candy for Luanbu, not to mention the shopping in the mall.

After traveling for a week, the high-end shops in Times Square have left the legend of "I''ll takethemall".

Fitzgerald, who voluntarily took advantage of him, didn't care how much Zhongli spent. On the contrary, he was full of praise for Zhongli's vision and taste in shopping. Seeing that posture, he seemed to hate seeing each other late.

Among the group, only Zhong Yuanzhong was worried about Fitzgerald's expenses, but he was dismissed by the blond man's words.

"Boy, do you know Buffett?" Fitzgerald said confidently. "People pay to buy his time, just to know his experience and future market. Now I am doing the same thing."

"Mr. Zhongli's different vision and erudition beyond ordinary people are what I need to learn. At the same time, everything I learn from here can be sold at a higher price in other forces with second-hand quality."

"Do you know how much I have earned recently?" Fitzgerald said a figure with a smile.

The frightened Zhongyuan Zhong also never asked about the rich man's expenses.

Soon, a week passed.

The venue for the preliminary competition set on the invitation letter is in a building.Early in the morning, the special car arranged by Fitzgerald was parked downstairs, waiting for a group of people from the presidential suite to get down and drive to their destination.

The sleepy Edogawa Ranpo was taken out of the bed, and he greeted Nakahara Nakaya, who was used to getting up early, and then was laid on by Dazai Osamu who stayed up until almost all night, and was finally torn off by Nakahara Nakaya.

This is how Zhongli's morning begins.

After eating the breakfast provided by the hotel, I took a special car to the building. As soon as I got out of the car, Fitzgerald who was waiting in front of the door greeted me.

"I figured it's about time." He patted Zhong Li's shoulder familiarly and said, then looked at today's protagonist, "Come on, Detective Edogawa, I'm very optimistic about you."

Edogawa Ranpo raised his head slightly, "Although you said the same thing to your detective, I forgive you, and the next game will prove everything!"

"Haha, that's really exciting."

Fitzgerald didn't care about Edogawa Ranpo's attitude at all. Rather, it was because of this attitude that this game invested by him was more interesting.

Just because Fitzgerald doesn't care, doesn't mean that other people don't care either.

A protest as thin as a mosquito faintly came from behind the pillar: "I've said it all, I'm not a detective..."

"Oh, Mr. Poe? Why are you staying there?" Fitzgerald raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to pull out the man who was still about to shrink back.

"No, Mr. Fitzgerald, we..."

"This is the chief planner of our group, Edgar Allan Poe." Fitzgerald introduced solemnly, and took a picture of Poe who was shivering beside him, "I am also participating in this detective competition." detective."

Edgar Allan Poe, a patient with deep social phobia, was almost shrunk to the ground by Fitzgerald's social bullying, but he still insisted on explaining in a low voice: "Please call me a contestant, Fitzgerald Sir, don't confuse me with a detective."

Edogawa Ranpo, who caught the key word, glared at Poe.

Edgar Allan Poe, who was suddenly stared at, took a big step back in fright, but he still persisted and said, "What's wrong, what did I say wrong? Anyway, no one in the profession of detective can compare to my generation." reasoning……"

"Well, writer of mystery novels?" Edogawa ranpo looked at Poe up and down, "Since you are here to participate in this kind of detective competition that you don't like, you must be prepared to be defeated by the detective you don't like Alright."

"What? I don't..."

"Very well, I accept your challenge!"

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Fitzgerald moved closer to Zhongli and said with a smile, "It seems that they have a good relationship."

"The competitive relationship is conducive to maintaining motivation, which is very good." Zhong Li said in agreement, and suddenly felt his trousers being pulled by something.

He lowered his head, facing a pair of watery black eyes.

A little gray raccoon.

The little raccoon let out a happy cry for this friendly humanoid creature to look over as he wished, and looked up with black eyes beseechingly, as if making some kind of request.

"Why are there raccoons here?" Zhong Yuanzhong also poked his head curiously.

Dazai Osamu said uninterestedly: "It's raised, it feels like a dog with such a close personality."

Zhong Li, who was looking at the raccoon, understood the meaning of the little animal, nodded and said, "Yes."

The little raccoon who was allowed yelled again, and nimbly climbed up Zhongli's clothes all the way up to his shoulders, coiled up like a scarf, and didn't move comfortably.

Fitzgerald was taken aback, "Hey, isn't this..."

"Carl!" Edgar Allan Poe, who was "confronting" Edogawa Ranpo, suddenly exclaimed. After everyone looked over, he quickly covered half of his face and whispered, "Carl, don't just climb up on strangers." Human shoulders, come back quickly!"

The little raccoon Carl lazily replied to its real owner with a "chirp". He couldn't tell if he understood, but he didn't plan to come down anyway.

Zhong Li touched the little raccoon's furry head, "Your master cares about you, why don't you go back, don't make people worry."

The little raccoon rubbed Zhongli's hand, yelled again, took a deep breath of the humanoid creature's pleasant smell, and then reluctantly jumped off his shoulder and walked towards his true owner.

"Woo, Karl..." The real owner, Ellen Poe, hugged his little raccoon sadly, and thanked Zhongli firmly: "Mr. Zhongli, thank you very much for helping me persuade Karl."

"No need." Zhong Li looked at the young chief planner, "Although he didn't say anything, since he's here to participate in this kind of competition, he must have some expectations for his opponent."

"Ranbu is not such an easy opponent to deal with. If you have expectations, you must have a good competitive experience, so let's work hard."

Zhongli's sense of elders' vision was too strong, and Poe was at a loss when he was encouraged, "Ah, yes! I will try my best—"

"If you don't lose money today, don't even think about leaving!"

The sudden quarrel overwhelmed Poe's weak voice, and the people present looked at the same time, only to see a middle-aged man and woman on the other side of the road arguing with a blond young man holding a doll.

"So, are your brains full of gnats?" The blond young man said impatiently, "Don't say that I don't have any spare money here for you to blackmail, but the strength just now, your set of crystals is still of some quality." It's impossible for the cup to shatter when it hits Saki."

"Aren't liars nowadays even willing to understand the common sense of life?"

"You...you're sophistry!" The woman blushed, and gave up continuing on this topic with the blond young man, "In short, even if you adjust the surveillance, it can be seen that you bumped into it! You can't play tricks!"

The voices of the people on the other side of the road became louder and louder, and Fitzgerald said in amazement: "Hey, is this the legendary baseless deception?"

Nakahara gave a "tsk" impatiently, and was about to go forward, but Dazai Osamu behind him grabbed his wrist.

"There is no need to participate in the war." Osamu Dazai, who was not very energetic, yawned, "That person will solve it by himself."

And as Osamu Dazai's voice fell, the blond young man opposite spoke.

"First of all, there are swirl-shaped dark patterns on the inside of the presser foot of that set of crystal cups. That is not a defect, but a signature-like habit of the producer. This habit is only available at the handmade shop on 9th Street, so the set of cups It is not the 'masterpiece bought at a high price' as you describe. Secondly..."

The blond young man paused, looked at the man and woman, and said sarcastically: "One party cheated in marriage, and the other party went out to gamble with the private money hidden by the other party's cheating. The two can indeed be called a good match."

The woman's expression changed immediately, "You stole my money? You clearly said that it was a burglar at home..."

"Are you cheating?" The man's expression was not good, "I always thought you were looking for a serious job! No wonder you didn't reply to my message that day..."

Obviously, both sides knew what kind of bad guy the other was, but the blond young man who was guessed that the origin of the cup proved himself was a little more explicit. Coupled with past guesses, they immediately turned their faces, and the quarrel became more and more explosive.Not even the blond boy walked away impatiently.

Seeing the blond young man walking towards the building, Fitzgerald laughed, "Are you also the detective who came to participate in this detective contest?"

"No." The blond young man facing Fitzgerald was obviously not as aggressive as before. He carefully adjusted the wrinkled skirt on the puppet, and said without raising his head: "I just Spectators who came to watch the game."

This is actually a bit rude, but Fitzgerald has always been very tolerant to capable people, so he said empathetically: "Aren't you going to participate in the competition? It doesn't matter. With the reasoning ability you have shown, even as a spectator It’s a great addition to this competition.”

As he said that, the wealthy and willful tycoon seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes lit up, "By the way, it looks like your ticket is an ordinary ticket, right? This kind of ticket can only be viewed on the big screen from a long distance, and you can't switch the camera at will." You can't follow the detectives, how about I help you upgrade to a VIP ticket? You just need to help my guests in my box to do a game commentary."

The blond young man with a bad temper finally raised his head impatiently. He was about to refuse, but his eyes paused when he saw Zhongli who was also looking towards him in the crowd.

"...Yes." Finally, the blond young man said, "However, please arrange my seat next to this gentleman. If it is to be used as a guest commentary, this arrangement should be reasonable."

It's true, but it's not self-assertive.Fitzgerald looked at Zhongli questioningly.

"I have no objection." Zhong Li had no intention of refusing, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Interpreter."

"My name is Ayatsuji Kototo... Nice to meet you."