N-A-A Chapter 451 Okay, whatever you say is what it is
Chapter 451 Okay, whatever you say is what it is
After quickly comforting himself, Yun Xianhe pinched his knuckles and brought out the "Law of the Brave":
"But if you don't eat well, the hero will be worried."
"..."
The curly-haired cat wrapped in a blanket on the recliner purred.
After a long while, he reluctantly got up from his chair and sat at the dining table.
The ghost looked at Yun Xianhe in a compromising manner and sighed softly:
"What did you bring?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Xianhe's eyes lit up and he quickly opened the lunch box he brought.
"Sir, do you want to eat it? If not, I can prepare another portion for you."
It must be said that Zhu Fu Jingguang's cooking talent has been maximized under Yun Xianhe's training.
The magician, who was holding the bowl and chopsticks, felt the expectant gaze of the person in front of him. He paused for a moment and was about to refuse. Finally, he compromised and started to eat.
"tasty."
The stand-in robot laughed when he heard this, and said with emotion:
"That person would be happy to hear your compliment."
"Does the homeless man know that you secretly brought food from home to feed him?"
"...Sir, you are not a vagabond. The hero has left many properties here. If you want, you can come anytime, "
"I don't like living in a goblin's graveyard."
"..."
Adhering to the principle that it would be better not to be wrong if you don't say anything, the substitute robot did not respond to this sentence.
There is very little information about this "ghost" in his system.
To put it in one sentence, he is a brother who needs to be raised carefully.
Well, it can be seen that it does require more effort than a brave man.
"What would you like for dinner tomorrow, my Lord?"
The ghost swallowed a mouthful of food and looked up at him:
"Shouldn't we think about tomorrow's meal tomorrow?"
"...makes sense."
So how should he prepare meals for the other party?
"I'm full, thank you. Here's the money for the ingredients."
A simple bowl of rice, half a plate of vegetables, and a small bowl of soup.
Half of the brave man's meal.
The magician who only grows body but not flesh likes to fool around when he is alone.
A banknote fell on the table and was pushed over by the other party with a fingertip, as if there was a curse on it.
Seeing this, Yun Xianhe's mouth twitched slightly:
"grown ups,"
"I don't like to owe others. If you don't want to accept it, don't come tomorrow."
"……it is good."
The substitute robot had no choice but to accept the money, skillfully cleaned up the dishes, and said goodbye to the ghost.
The man who lay back in his chair responded perfunctorily:
"We will see you later."
"…Sir, we should meet again. I will take care of you until the agreed time is up. This is the order given to me by the hero."
"Oh, okay. Whatever you say is true."
The very good-tempered magician who made all the arrangements for his brother seemed very easy to talk to.
But only if you ignore his somewhat lifeless tone.
'Yun Xianhe': ...
The helpless substitute robot sighed, saluted, and turned away.
After walking a few steps, he heard the other party say in a faint voice:
"I told you not to use his face to make that gesture. Next time you come to see me, wear a different face."
"Yes."
You are the boss, everything you say is right.
The obedient robot was quick and decisive, performing a face-changing performance on the ghost on the spot.
As he raised his hand, a young man with short black hair and golden fox eyes appeared out of thin air.
The magician felt comfortable.
He waved his hand, let the poor substitute robot go, turned around, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and planned to continue sleeping.
An abnormal orange-red light appeared in the distant sky.
The magician, who was about to close his eyes, looked at the light and raised his eyebrows, saying in an uncertain tone:
"Is that... a fire?"
It's really rare.
In their world, every house has its own independent fire-proof magic defense array, so ordinary fires cannot start at all.
"Oh, the fever is really big."
After saying this, the magician closed his eyes again.
It's not a big problem, as long as the fire doesn't burn the land where he lives.
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"So, why do you think I would know?"
The magician who had fallen asleep on the recliner just now squinted his eyes.
He was half asleep and half awake looking at the two people, one big and one small, who had come uninvited.
And the unfamiliar uncle who was chatting with "Yun Xianhe" on the street in the distance.
Very good, it seems his location was revealed by the empty shell.
But how did the other party find him at dinner time?
He doesn't have a tracker on him.
The puzzled ghost simply thought that this was left by Yun Xianhe as a special means of communication between the support and its owner.
Conan on the side laughed twice:
"Because, wasn't Ghost standing on the roof this evening? At that time, Heiji, Brother and I were already back in the car. Did Ghost see anything strange in the house at that time?"
Having said this, Conan looked at the ghost with anticipation.
Not long ago, they had investigated the relationship network of the deceased victim at the fire scene.
It just so happens that the suspects all appeared once this afternoon.
They didn't know when the ghost was on that roof.
But the place where the other party was standing was the home of a child who provided testimony, and he could just see the fire point.
The fire might have been caused by some delayed ignition device.
The ghost's testimony could help them further shorten the time it takes for the murderer to ignite the device, thereby locking on to the target.
I don’t know how many thoughts the two detectives in front of me had in just a few seconds.
The magician, whose eyelids were fighting each other, let out a long breath.
Before the bandage on his eyes fell off, he reached out and gently supported it, explaining in a lazy tone:
"No, I have no interest in prying into other people's privacy. I stopped for a moment only because I saw the three of you acting furtively and I was a little curious."
Conan and Hattori's faces froze when they heard this, and they smiled awkwardly.
The magician paused as he rearranged the bandages, his Adam's apple moving up and down slightly.
Then he stood up, picked up the kettle that had been warming by the stove, poured himself a cup of hot water and drank a few sips.
The person who felt his throat was a little better turned around and looked at the two people who were not about to leave:
"Excuse me, is there anything else? If not, I'm going to rest now."
"Okay, if Brother Ghost remembers anything, please contact me and Brother Xianhe!"
"……Row."
The magician, who had no idea how to get in touch, readily agreed.
Contact? How can he contact?
Although he had a cell phone in his hand, there was nothing in it.
This world does not allow the use of magic, and spiritual energy is not abundant.
The magic phone has lost its function.
At most, you can play games like Greedy Cube, Push Wood, and Block Match. It would be better to just buy a game console.
On the side, Hattori and Conan looked at each other after hearing him agree so readily.
I always feel that... it doesn't seem very credible.