Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

Seeing her slightly out of breath, Lin Xiaofeng withdrew his foot, which was halfway into the room.

Afraid that the jealous Sherry would find out, Lin Xiaofeng pulled Hojo Hatsuho to the corner and asked, "Miss Hatsuho, is there something you need?"

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Hatsuho clenched her fists and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and spoke with an enigmatic expression:

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"I was deeply moved by the story Mr. Lin just told, but I would also like to hear your opinion as someone who was involved in the situation."

Do you think the mathematician in that story did the right thing? Or rather... was it worth it?

Lin Xiaofeng was taken aback, and instantly remembered the question he had asked Ishigami back then.

does it worth?

Ishigami's answer was that it was his way of repaying a debt of gratitude to Hanaoka, regardless of whether it was worth it.

But the answer itself already provides the answer—it's not worth it.

Ishigami wrote down the answer that was clearly wrong, but which would make his conscience at peace.

Lin Xiaofeng shook his head.

Upon seeing this, Hojo Hatsuho's eyes instantly lost their luster. Her red lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she never uttered a word.

But Lin Xiaofeng spoke up again: "Miss Chu Sui, in the world of mathematics there is usually only one standard answer, but the real world is not black and white."

"Even if someone knows the answer is wrong, they will still write it without hesitation."

What we consider a wrong answer may be the only correct answer in the eyes of others.

Ishigami knew very well that he was incapable of giving the other person happiness.

Perhaps after learning that Yasuko Hanaoka had found someone she loved, he already had the idea of ​​escaping reality.

In the end, even if Lin Xiaofeng fails to solve the riddle, he might still see him turn himself in.

His only correct answer was the one he got wrong...

……

Hojo Hatsuho's room was right next door.

When she dragged her distraught body back to her room, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier.

"dad……"

Hojo Hatsuho looked out the window at the falling rain, lost in thought.

a long time.

A cool breeze came in from the window, and a piece of paper that had been pressed down by a pen on the table was blown to the ground.

Hojo Hatsuho looked down at the ground and saw that besides Lin Xiaofeng's name, there was a long passage written on the paper—

【Miss Hatsuho, when someone struggles, it means they are strong. Truly weak people don't struggle; they simply die.】

I hope you become a strong person in life.

556. Bedtime Stories

After taking a shower.

Lin Xiaofeng originally planned to find Koizumi Akako to ask her about the armor. It was something she couldn't say directly in front of Xiaolan and the others, but there was no need to hide it from him.

However, Shirley lay on the tatami mat that had already been made up, gazing at him expectantly, and said, "Xiaofeng, tell me about your past detective stories. I want to hear them."

She was completely absorbed in listening to Tetsuya Ishigami's story in the reception room just now.

Since Koizumi Akako, that witch, wasn't in a hurry, Lin Xiaofeng felt no psychological burden.

He nodded and said, "Alright then, I'll tell you some interesting stories."

Sherry grew up in the Black Organization and her real interactions with people were limited to either obsessive scientists or insane killers.

Listening to the diverse characters described by Lin Xiaofeng ("483"), I was immediately immersed in the story.

Lin Xiaofeng was talking about the part where he was reasoning when Xiaolan's sweet voice suddenly came from the doorway: "Brother Xiaofeng, are you asleep?"

Shirley was instantly jolted back to reality from the story, feeling like her bed wasn't even warm anymore.

When the door opened, Xiao Lan, wearing pink pajamas, was standing at the doorway, looking around. As soon as she saw Lin Xiaofeng open the door, she immediately slipped inside.

She said with a hint of shyness, "Brother Xiaofeng, I don't know why, but I haven't been able to sleep tonight, so I came to see you."

"I hope I didn't disturb you, Brother Xiaofeng?"

Shirley couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Even if it bothers you, you definitely won't go back!

Lin Xiaofeng had no objection and nodded, saying, "Of course it's fine. I'm telling Shiho a story right now. Since you're here, Ran, why don't you listen too?"

"You might feel sleepy while listening to this."

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up. She had just been worrying about not finding a reason to stay, so she immediately said, "That's great! Brother Xiao Feng's story must be very interesting."

Lin Xiaofeng smiled mysteriously, "That's not necessarily true."

With Xiaolan arriving, it was only proper hospitality that Shirley continue to lie in bed.

The three of them sat around the low table in the center of the Japanese-style room.

After Ling finished telling the story that Gang Gang and Xue Sanli had just mentioned, Lin Xiaowu's style suddenly changed, and she began to tell a case with a slightly terrifying atmosphere.

The story of the butcher in the rainy night, coupled with the even heavier rain outside as if to match the mood, made Xiaolan shrink into Lin Xiaofeng's side after only a few minutes of listening.

Her body pressed tightly against his arm.

It turns out that Xiaolan does have a great figure and doesn't need to lose weight at all...

Sherry tried hard to suppress her anger and said with a hint of disdain, "Xiao Lan, if you're scared, why don't you go back and rest? Xiao Feng and I will listen together."

Xiao Lan immediately let go of his hand and said with a dry laugh, "I just wanted to see how well Brother Xiao Feng's muscles were working out."

Upon hearing this, Shirley nearly lost her temper.

Lin Xiaofeng coughed and said, "Let's continue with the story we just told; we're almost at the exciting part."

He had barely finished speaking when the knocking came again, but this time the sound was more forceful.

"Hey, have you forgotten something?"

Koizumi Akako, wearing a burgundy nightgown, barged in.

Seeing Xiaolan inside, and standing very close to Lin Xiaofeng, she paused for a few seconds before speaking:

"Xiao Lan, what are you doing in this guy's room? Didn't you say you had a habit of going to bed early?"

Xiaolan chuckled a few times and said, "I couldn't sleep, so I came to check on things. I saw Brother Xiaofeng telling Zhibao a story, so I listened in too."

"Huh? By the way, Hongzi, what are you doing here?"

Looking at Koizumi Ryouko, who was also wearing a nightgown, but whose style was much bolder than Koizumi Ryouko's, Ran for some reason thought of Sonoko's words from back then—

"That guy looks like the type who knows how to seduce men."

She's starting to believe it...

Koizumi Akako snorted coldly and said, "This guy promised to help me get the armor, but now it's already..."

I saw the armor but there was still no movement; of course, that's why I came.

Lin Xiaofeng spread his hands and said, "But Hongzi, you didn't give me a specific timeframe for getting the armor. If you really wanted it today, I would have talked to President Daimon about it just now..."

"If it's tomorrow, then there's no rush now."

A swastika instantly appeared above Koizumi Akako's head as she pointed at him and said, "You're definitely just trying to annoy me by not doing anything!"

"That's right, you definitely did it on purpose!"

Xiao Lan quickly explained, "Hongzi, Brother Xiaofeng isn't that kind of person. He's not short of money at all. Even if he doesn't agree to come and help you, it's fine."

Koizumi Akako almost blurted out her explanation, but then she swallowed it back, remembering that Ran didn't know about her situation.

The feeling of being unable to speak your mind is truly unbearable; she has finally experienced it firsthand.

Seeing her bitter expression, Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but laugh. "Hongzi, I'll talk to President Daimon about this tomorrow."

Koizumi Akako looked at him suspiciously and said, "Hmph! Are you sure it's that simple?"

As a figure from a mysterious world, she had absolutely no idea what Lin Xiaofeng was capable of.

Lin Xiaofeng chuckled and said, "It's just a suit of armor. President Daimon wouldn't turn against me."

“If he can use his power to buy it from others, then I can buy it from him in the same way.”

1.4 Upon hearing this, Koizumi Akako's expression softened considerably, and she nodded, saying, "That makes more sense."

"Now that we've finished talking, Hongzi, are you going back to sleep?" Xiaolan asked tentatively.

Koizumi Akako immediately shook her head and said, "Why should I go back? I don't have the habit of sleeping on other people's turf. Weren't you just telling a story? Then continue."

"Anyway, this guy is pretty good at telling stories."

She's not even in the same league as the emotionless, puppet-like butler in my own home.

Shirley looked at Xiaolan and her companion, who were singing in unison, and was speechless.

You should have been the one to leave too!

She was now starting to regret letting Lin Xiaofeng tell her a story...

557. Lin Xiaofeng, you big pervert!

The gatekeeper's house is not peaceful tonight.

While Lin Xiaofeng and his group gathered to listen to the story, Daimon Kazuki was arguing with his wife, Daimon Kayoko, about company matters.

Yoshiaki Daimon, meanwhile, pondered with melancholy how to tell his family about his plans to go to Spain the next day.

Genichiro Daimon closed his eyes and drank to drown his sorrows in his study, while his wife, Ryuko Daimon, prayed for his peace at the shrine day after day, as she had done for years.

As for the Daimon family's maid, Hojo Hatsuho, she was cleaning up the kitchen.

……

Click...

A heavy crash broke the silence of the courtyard, which was filled with the sound of raindrops.

The dragon prince of the gate, who was kneeling in worship, slowly raised his head.

Before her stood the majestic Buddha statue, the burning incense slowly releasing wisps of smoke that coiled like serpents, adding to the solemnity.

Seeing this, she felt much more at ease.

Click...

Then came another sound, like the movement of a warrior in armor.

Damen Longzi got up and carefully pulled back a corner of the curtain to look into the courtyard.

Click...

In the dimly lit courtyard, a burly figure slowly emerged from behind a rain-drenched pine tree.

Daimon Ryuko immediately covered his mouth in terror.

The armor of the speedboat enthusiast!

Hideyuki Okawa's armor miraculously emerged from the locked room on its own!

As if struck by a sudden realization, Daimon Ryuko scrambled to his knees before the shrine, his body trembling uncontrollably, his face deathly pale, as he prayed:

"General Xiuyou, please forgive me, General Xiuyou, please forgive me..."

……

Meanwhile, in Lin Xiaofeng's room...

"What? You weren't just bragging, were you?"

"This kind of thing isn't so easy to solve. And the murderer you made up is too stupid. He just blurted everything out after you said a few words."

Little 17-year-old Izumi Akako crossed her arms and complained with a disdainful look.