Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

Having said that, Matsuda Jinping did not stay for long.

Originally, I just came to visit after get off work, and I happened to bump into someone who regained consciousness.

Telling Liya that he was put on leave to take a good rest, he looked at the time and was about to leave.

"Then, good night." The curly-haired young man put one hand in his trouser pocket, and finally looked back at her. Through the sunglasses, he looked no different from usual.

"Ah, good night."

Watching his figure disappear behind the door, Riya lay back on the bed again, sighed softly, and stared at the task panel clearly visible in the dark.

The sound of dice rolling in front of my ear seemed to have lost its object, but it finally calmed down again.

That's right, when Matsuda Jinpei was leaning against the window edge against the light, the originally peaceful dice rolled suddenly and spontaneously, with a strong eagerness to try, brushing a sense of presence in her ears that could not be ignored.

This is also the first time that Liya clearly perceives the "control" that the dice actively sends out.

I have to say, it's really tempting.

Although she couldn't see Matsuda's expression clearly at all, and it was even more difficult to distinguish emotions, but her faint intuition told her that as long as she tossed lightly, the dice would faithfully follow her wishes and make predictions.

And with his [Psychology] high value, the probability of success is very high.

In the blink of an eye, all the secrets, emotions, and thinking of the curly-haired colleague, even some of the secret thoughts that he himself did not realize, will all be spread out with the unscientific sound of the dice falling, and it will be clear at a glance.

but……

Taking a last look at the slowly spinning dice, Riya chuckled dumbly, and looked away without hesitation.

If she had no other choice, she would never use dice on important people.

In the end, although the appearance of the dice and the task panel did give her the power to surpass others, Liya, while benefiting a lot and being grateful, would not trust them without reservation.

After all, this mysterious power came to her unconsciously and without warning. In her memory, she didn't even have a specific time and situation at all.

The [World Alienation Value] remains to be seen, but this coma, known as the "protection mechanism", brought her to a completely unknown new world, and she didn't know what it was protecting...

Huh?

Casually glanced at the attribute interface, Riya suddenly froze.

[Will: 51 (your choice is more emotional than rational)]

When did the lost part of [Sanity] actually recover to full value by itself.

Riya couldn't help recalling the words of the blond waiter Poirot in the other world:

"It's already 12:23 noon..."

The time when she finished checking the news should be at 15:17 pm, plus the time to go to the bedroom to check the situation, it would be about three hours?

It also seemed to be exactly three days from the night of the explosion to the time she woke up.

It turns out that it is a recovery mechanism for the [Sanity] value after it falls below 50.

The ratio is roughly: it takes an hour in another world to recover 1 point of sanity, and a whole day in this world.

Although she didn't know what it was useful for, she made a silent note of it first.

And now that I think about it, the situation in that world is full of mysteries, and of course I have gained a lot of information.

Looking at the moonlight shining softly outside the window again, Riya sighed, slumped down, found a comfortable position in the futon, and quietly closed her eyes.

There was nothing wrong with her, but she was in a coma for a long time, and she can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, just to recharge her batteries for the time being tonight.Tomorrow, I will find a chance to verify the information I obtained before.

With the sound of the "jingle" wind chimes, a casually dressed black-haired woman pushed the door and walked in.

Azusa Enomoto, a clerk with shoulder-length hair and an apron, smiled softly and bowed slightly to the customer: "Hello, welcome~"

"Just give me a signature set meal in the store, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk responded briskly.

"By the way," looking away from the menu, Riya looked at the young shop assistant girl who was still a little green, and asked like a curious customer who arrived for the first time, "Is the lady here alone, will it be too hard? ?”

"Huh? Yes, it's only me at the moment."

Although a little surprised, Azusa Enomoto placed a plate under his hands, and took the time to respond: "Poirot is only a little busy during the peak period, so there is no problem being alone at present."

So that's why Mr. "Bourbon" hasn't come here to work yet.

"Is that so, she is really lucky." Repressing her thoughts, Riya praised the cheerful and capable lady clerk without hesitation, "If I were the store manager, I would be very relieved to have a perfect employee like Miss. delivered to you."

"You are really overrated." Azusa Enomoto blushed after being praised, and hurriedly waved her hands.

But now the meal is over, and the store is considered free, so she relaxes and chats with customers: "But you made a mistake, you should use 'he' when you mention our store manager."

"The store manager is a man?" Riya's smile froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal, "Has it always been like this?"

The clerk's tone was very affirmative: "That's right, this is the store manager since I came here... He is very kind, but he doesn't often appear in the store."

"That's it." Liya nodded lightly, and at the same time, with a thought, the dice was thrown high——

[19/72]

[Psychology test succeeded.The cheerful and friendly clerk was unaware of the many temptations she had encountered. After some conversation, she initially opened her defenses to you and answered all questions sincerely without concealing or distorting. 】

Very good, all the information obtained is real.

Turning around, he randomly picked a seat and sat down, eating absent-mindedly, Riya quietly sorted out the information he had just received.

First of all, the store manager here is not himself, but the possibility of changing people in the future cannot be ruled out.

This creates variables that are difficult to confirm: since it is difficult to compare information, the criminal organization identities of the female star and the blonde waiter are likely to have also changed.

Is what she sees the "future" or a completely opposite development?

Next, another trip to the bar, an undercover investigation of the blond bartender, and on Monday, the Metropolitan Police Department's National Information Database for more information.

Anyway, today is already Friday, and we only need to wait two more days.

Having made up her mind, Riya quickly finished her meal, got up and left Café Poirot.

However, it is not yet the normal business hours of the bar, so she has plenty of time to prepare.

Riya strolled relaxedly under the shade of the tree, flipping through unread emails by the way.

Advertisements, insurance promotions, garbled characters with unknown meaning...ah, the boss informed her that she was promoted to the police department to make up for it, and she can get the official documents when she goes next Monday.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of her curly-haired colleague.

He is obviously capable enough to disdain many colleagues of the same age, and has even been promoted to the police department in the mobile team, but after hearing the clues about the case of his dead friend, he applied for a transfer without hesitation and decided to investigate the truth himself.

In the end, even if he got to the first investigation class as he wished, he was temporarily demoted by a few ranks and his police rank was changed to the inspection minister.

However, Matsuda Jinpei, who is recognized as having an eccentric temper, although he usually looks so arrogant that no one else is there, he behaves nonchalantly about it, without even a trace of regret or wavering.

Contrary to his grim appearance, he is extremely enthusiastic and empathetic.

With a sigh, Riya continued to watch.

Ah, Misa Takeda has arrived in the United States, and it seems that, as she said, she came to see "the last time" a few days ago.

Now that he remembered it, it happened that the light was good at the moment, Riya simply raised his phone and took a selfie.

After checking it, she found that the pixels were a bit low and the portrait was still clear, so she just sent it over casually.

Although going to a photo studio should be more refined and dignified, for no reason, this option was almost unthought of, and was first ruled out subconsciously.

The agreement was completed, and he was thinking about what to do next to pass the time, when the phone suddenly vibrated—new news arrived.

It was an email from his superior, the Nonomiya Police Department, asking about his current location and status.

Without thinking too much, Riya recognized the next position and replied truthfully.

The next moment, the other party did not reply to the email, but directly called the newsletter.

Riya was stunned for a moment to pick it up, and then heard a slightly low-pitched question from the other side: "Asai, have you been discharged from the hospital, how are you doing now?"

"There is no problem with my body." Hearing the unusual hasty tone of her boss, she immediately became serious, "Do you have any instructions?"

Nomiya Saburo let go of his worries and explained the information straight to the point: "In room 1025 of the Mihua Hotel, someone is waiting there with an important document, and you need to go and hand it over immediately."

"Understood." Riya agreed without thinking.

It seemed that she was worried that she didn't pay enough attention to it. After briefly describing the appearance of the partner, the boss added an extra sentence: "Do you still remember the members of the black organization you saw? This time the document involves them, which is extremely important."

"You must get the documents before them. You still have half an hour," Nomiya Saburo hurriedly added in such a serious tone, "When the time is up, retreat immediately!"

Riya couldn't help but pursed her lower lip, smiling slightly.

Not only do I remember, you may not believe it, but I am still a code member in another world.

However, infected by her boss's rare impetuous tone, she couldn't help speeding up her pace, and stopped a taxi at the side of the road.

Fortunately, they were not far away, and arrived downstairs in less than 10 minutes.

Before stepping on the steps, Liya observed quietly: perhaps because it was summer, there were no suspicious figures in black clothes nearby.

Taking a deep breath, while the lady on duty at the front desk was bending over to pick up something, she hurried through the hotel lobby, went straight to the elevator with a clear goal, and quickly pressed the button for the 10th floor through a tissue.

In the afternoon, there was not a lot of people checking in, and the corridor was quiet, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual for the time being.

Finally, he glanced at the quietly floating dice in the task panel, and took a deep breath to gather his composure. He quickly walked to room 25 and knocked on the door with his hand: "Hi, room service."

With a "squeak", the wooden door opened a gap.

Short hedgehog hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a gray suit exclusive to the police, he looks like an ordinary office worker.

Recalling the appearance of the connector told by his boss, Riya was about to step forward and open the door to step in, when his movements suddenly stopped——

Wait, so far I still haven't said a word, is the other party being too quiet?

Startled, Riya was about to close the door and retreat as soon as he grasped the handle, but before he could take action, he felt that the door was suddenly pulled open, and the cold and hard pillar quickly pressed against his waist, and then The pleasant and light voice of the young male:

"Ah, here comes another one."

Riya stopped his movements in silence, and then saw a familiar handsome mixed-race guy with light blond hair and dark skin turning out from behind the door, showing a frivolous smile with a cold malice that ignored everything.

It's bourbon!

Not far behind him, there was a meeting once. The black-haired, blue-eyed, slightly stubbled man smiled very gently, pointing his hand at the muzzle of the man whose hands were bound on the chair but remained motionless.