Why are there only loser heroines around me?

Several flashy young girls and foreign older sister looked unhappy. Ukyo didn't understand why so many young girls from society came to visit Arthur. Arthur often traveled back and forth around the world for different commissions. Logically speaking, a paranormal detective would have few opportunities to come into contact with women. They should deal with fictional monsters the most. In addition, Arthur himself was not a handsome guy, but a sloppy uncle. It was amazing that he could flirt with girls all over the world and catch so many girls.

After the sisters who came to visit him left, Ukyo turned his attention to Kotoko and Sakuragawa Kuro who arrived later.

Kuro Sakuragawa left tactfully.

Qinzi was stunned.

What kind of mysterious incident is this? Even she can't listen to it?

Kotoko originally wanted to fight for it, but after seeing Ukyo's strong eyes, she could only sigh and immediately raised her hands in surrender.

"Okay~, you guys discuss it, I'll go out too."

Arthur was a little confused when he saw the two people making such a big scene.

"What's going on between you two? Is it necessary to be so mysterious?"

After making sure that there was no one around, Ukyo locked the door of the ward, drew the curtains, and then placed Yanami's cell phone on the small table in front of Arthur.

"You must answer truthfully what I'm going to ask you next. This may very well involve the shadow that attacked you."

“…”

“…”

At this moment, Ukyo told Arthur about the Future Diary, and also asked him if he had any items similar to the Future Diary on him, or if he had done anything that changed the future.

But the result was not satisfactory——

"I was wronged!"

Arthur acted as if he would never jump into the Yellow River.

"What's this about Future Diary? I don't even know! I didn't even keep a diary when I was a kid. You two bastards, don't forget to accuse me of anything!"

Arthur looked at the two men staring at him and felt that if he didn't tell the truth today, there would be no need for that mysterious shadow to come and kill him. The Black and White Impermanence would have to tear off a layer of his skin first.

But he didn't know what to say.

"I swear to God!"

"No!" Arthur pointed to his coat on the hanger. "My Red Party membership card is in the inside pocket of my coat. I swear to the great pioneers of Marxism again that our Arthur Conan Doyle absolutely does not have a future diary or any items related to it. I'm willing to bet the length of my penis and my 90-year-old mother that I am still alive on this!"

"Besides, I've never done anything to change the future."

"But I've read Death Note and Future Diary. I'm also an old fan of the anime."

Yanai crossed his arms and curled his lips in disdain, "You can't even swear by your real name. Arthur Conan Doyle is clearly a name you stole!"

Ukyo didn't care about the name, he just cared about why Arthur was an old second dimension——

"So you're not only an expert on China, but also a veteran of the anime? You were a paranormal detective even before the paranormal resurgence began, and you're a Cambridge graduate. Confess and you'll get leniency! What else do you have that we don't know?"

"Um.....I stood in the red light district when I was short of money in college. Does that count?"

"If you really want me to, I can tell you about that dark period in my history. I met a fat woman weighing over 300 pounds, and I also met a muscular man weighing over 200 pounds. That time when I betrayed my dermatitis... huh?"

Arthur suddenly wiped his mouth, "No! Does this have anything to do with the case?!"

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.....

Ukyo and Yana didn't force him to talk about the red-light district, but in the next few minutes, Arthur told them his shameful dark history with an expression that showed he didn't want to recall but wanted to tell it.

When he talked about his threesome with a 300-pound fat woman and a 200-pound muscular man, Yanami hated herself for having ears. By the time she realized what she had heard, it was too late.

"This reminds me of an old memory," You Jing suddenly said, "I also drank with over 300-pound women, and more than one. I vaguely remember getting them drunk, then grabbing knives and going out with two other brothers to kill people."

"Have you lost your virginity?" asked Arthur.

"No." You Jing said, "Even if three more fat women come, my brothers and I will not lose in drinking."

"Cough!" Yanaijian coughed heavily. "I say, isn't the topic a bit off topic?"

 …

in short.

Arthur's statement didn't sound like a lie.

The shadow that attacked him seemed to have nothing to do with the Future Diary.

It can even be said that there is no relationship at all.

It seems that two cases occurring at the same time may not necessarily be related.

Visitors came back to the ward one after another. Kotoko followed Ukyo and asked him what they had just said, but Ukyo didn't say anything.

He and Yanami were looking for a milk tea shop near the hospital. Kotoko followed them like a little tail, Kotoko followed behind Kotoko, and Sakuragawa Kuro stayed in the hospital to continue protecting Arthur.

"Xiaoju."

"Ok?"

"You read a lot of light novels. Have you thought of any villains who use chalk as weapons?"

"No."

Ukyo looked up at the sky. From his knowledge, he couldn't think of any good or bad characters related to chalk. No author would use such a fragile and insignificant teaching aid as a weapon for the characters in the book.

Maybe he should change his thinking.

"I think we don't have to stick to a specific character who uses chalk. We can think more broadly, for example, what kind of characters have chalk on them, and then use this profession to identify the villain who might attack Arthur."

"Profession?" Yanai said, "The first thing that comes to mind is definitely teacher, right? As for other professions... mathematician, astronomer, artist, police officer... there are actually quite a few professions that involve working with chalk on a daily basis."

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.....

The group walked around for an hour, visiting several shops while discussing the murderer.

Yanami disappeared for a while on the way, and Ukyo didn't find the sugared osmanthus milk tea shop, but when Yanami came back an hour later, he had a transparent plastic bottle in his hand.

"Look~, I didn't expect it to be so expensive, more than 30 yuan for a bottle. Is it that the prices in Beijing are particularly high or have I paid too much IQ tax?" Yanaijian smiled lazily at Ukyo. There was a faint scent on her body, and the warmth of the morning sun dispelled the dryness and coldness of early winter.

Suddenly he wondered if he would meet a girl like Yanami again in some corner of the world or in future events.

The thought was fleeting, like the cool breeze in early winter, without stopping.

He took the cylindrical plastic bottle handed to him and said, "Thank you."

Volume 137: Chapter 5: Not wanting to sacrifice my "boyfriend" for improved writing (k)

Xiaoju watched their "ambiguous" interaction from behind.

The two long-legged creatures were completely unaware that they had just stepped into a puddle, which stained Ukyo's shoes and trouser legs with mud, and also gave Iwanaga Kotoko a black spot on her calf, which was covered in thick white stockings.

Xiaoju didn't know why they didn't mind getting their clothes dirty. Thinking about it carefully, Miss Kotoko liked to wear beautiful clothes when going in and out of the crime scene. She might have long been accustomed to seeing her white clothes stained with mud and blood.

But it was not the same for Chika Komari. She was trapped in a puddle left by the melting Christmas tree. She could neither move forward nor backward. She could not find her direction. The distance between her and Ukyo and Yanami was blocked by a puddle.

She didn't want to get her feet wet or her shoes dirty. She saw other people walking on the curb as if they were walking on a balance beam, but they didn't notice that their pants were getting more water on the flower bed. Xiaoju laughed at their stupidity, but at this time, Yanaijian had already pulled Ukyo's wrist with one hand, pointed to a MUJI snack store on the side of the road, and said generously that she wanted to eat MUJI's MUJI marshmallows and strawberry chocolate flavored matcha jelly.

Xiaoju Zhihua smiled silently. She decided to record this scene in her novel manuscript.

Facing the unreachable boy, she was trapped in a puddle of melted snow. If she turned back the way she came, the path would be clear, her skirt wouldn't get wet, and her shoes wouldn't get dirty. But she still felt unwilling to give up, because no one knew how much she had gone through to get to this place, because no one knew... how much courage it took for a high school freshman who had never been abroad to come to a foreign country alone...

She had originally come to Beijing with the idea of ​​"making one more attempt to snatch that unreachable boy away," but she hadn't expected to find herself trapped in a puddle. Even if she had come to such a place, the boy would at most be surprised, and his gaze would still not linger on her...

"Xiaoju Zhihua, your writing has improved again."

She holds her cell phone and tiptoes gently back and forth, often writing alone in a dark and quiet room. Her originally dull personality becomes even more self-pitying. It is precisely because of this state of mind that her writing style becomes more "youthful and painful", and she has more time to think about how to make her writing style delicate and touching.

Xiaoju Zhihua suddenly clenched her cell phone tightly.

She didn't come to Beijing just to write a book!

"Wait, wait for me!"

She suddenly stepped through the puddle without any scruples, just like the little boy next to her who was about the same height as her and was playing in the water without any scruples.

"I, I want to eat a cookie!!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Ukyo casually helped her pick up a pack of cut cookies priced at 58 yuan from the shelf.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ukyo discovered that the cut cookies that Komari ordered were more expensive than Yanami's air-filled marshmallows and chocolate matcha jelly.

Would a woman's desire to win appear in such a strange place?

Ukyo came to the front desk and planned to quietly pay the bill, but unexpectedly, two girls rushed in front of her and raised their phones to the salesperson.

"I'll do it!"*2

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...

Just when everyone was out for a "walk".

In the ward, Arthur was telling his female fans from China about his fight with bombers in the Sydney Opera House. The girls were all smiling coquettishly, while Sakuragawa Kuro was leaning against the door speechlessly. He also wanted to go out for a walk with everyone, and he also wanted to drink the fake high-end Boya Juexian. This morning, Kotoko brought a cup to everyone in the ward, except for him. As a boyfriend, Sakuragawa Kuro was a little vindictive.

At the same time, he was also thinking about clues related to chalk.

Although he is only a third-rate detective, his status in the detective team is equivalent to Yanami in the "Ukyo Yanami Team". He is the type of person who helps out and rushes to act as a meat shield when his girlfriend is in danger.

But a third-rate detective is still a detective. Sometimes the key to solving the case may not be thought up by the brains of the team. The team's scraps may also provide key clues to solving the case.

Just as I was thinking about it, a foreign man in a well-fitting suit suddenly pushed the door open.

Sakuragawa Kuro was stunned.

Ukyo and his group and the man in the suit came in one after another.

His brown hair can be combed neatly behind his head without the need for hairspray, making it fluffy and three-dimensional. He is wearing a high-end British-style notch-lapel suit that sets off his tall figure.

Suits can be roughly divided into four categories based on their styles: European, British, American, and Japanese. Each style has its own unique design style and target audience.

According to the collar shape, it can be further divided into lapel and flat lapel.

Ukyo's high-tailored peaked lapel suit was a European-style suit, and the temperament he exuded when he put it on was similar to that of a high-level mafia member of the old Italian bourgeoisie. However, the strange man who came to the ward to visit the patient, with his British-style notched lapel, exuded the temperament of a petty bourgeois entrepreneur in the steam age. He did not have the generosity and elegance of the upper class, nor did he have the fierceness that Ukyo had when he wore the peaked lapel. It was as if he could take out a Thompson from under the table and shoot the person who was chatting happily in the next second.

This guy looked like a 19th-century intellectual, with an air of laziness about him, as if visiting the patient was something he was extremely reluctant to do.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Arthur." This was his opening remarks after he entered the door.

When he stood in front of the bed, all the little girls made way for him.

Because it is rare to see people wearing suits in the middle of winter, and even fewer people wearing suits to visit the sick. Moreover, this man had rough skin and a strong smell of tobacco. His outfit did not look like a modern person at all, as if he had traveled from some point in the 18th or 19th century.

"It's my honor too." Arthur sat on the bed and stretched out his hand, pointing to the penetrating wound on his heart that had not yet healed.

The other party was dressed so appropriately and said it was easy to see him, so Arthur had to be polite to him.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"You must know me, Mr. Arthur, you just can't remember it for the time being, but it doesn't matter. I believe that within a day, you will definitely understand who I am, and then you will definitely contact me." After saying that, the man very gentlemanly took out the Speaker's business card from his suit pocket, with a number of phone numbers written on it. Everyone saw the neatly woven white gloves on his hands.

After leaving these words, he politely said goodbye.

Xiaoju narrowed her eyes slightly. This action did not mean that she discovered something, but the smoky smell on the man made her unable to open her eyes. The smell on him was not like modern cigarettes, but seemed to come from some kind of flue-cured tobacco in the early 17th century. This kind of cigarette originated from the American continent where tobacco was cultivated in large quantities and transported to Europe in the 17th century. It was a bulk commodity in intercontinental trade.

You can buy a lot of flue-cured tobacco in China, but for passers-by who inhale secondhand smoke, the smell of flue-cured tobacco is no different from other cigarettes made with modern technology. But this guy in a suit and tie... the smell of tobacco on him seems to come from some very roughly processed tobacco leaves. Perhaps, this smell can only be emitted by directly using a match to ignite the flattened tobacco leaf crumbs in the old pipe.

The most important thing is that the smell of smoke seems to be "sticking" to him.

Even if he dressed himself appropriately, the smell of cigarettes could not be dispelled.

He must be a chain smoker.

"Where does this guy come from? Your friend?" Youjing looked at Arthur.

"I don't know." Arthur spread his hands like Peppa Pig, looking very innocent.

Kotoko watched the man in the suit disappear down the hallway, her brow furrowed as she spoke, "His suit is new, his pants and shoes are new, but he looks old, like he's from another time. Let me ask you... everyone, do you think he resembles the beast in human form described in some novels?"

Ukyo said, "I think he looks like a 19th century petty bourgeois entrepreneur. He's hardly a beast in human form. A beast in human form should have whiter skin and wear gold-rimmed glasses."

Seeing his expression of disdain, Yanai asked, "Are you talking about the beast in human clothing from Korean dramas?"

"No." You Jing said seriously: "It's from the domestic entertainment industry."

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