A gentle voice came into the room from outside the window—

"Heart bat, please use telekinesis to open the window."

Blue immediately tensed up and looked at the detective who had jumped off the table. Seeing that the latter shook his head slightly, he did not immediately send Eevee and the Changeling Monster to defend against the foreign enemy.

Seeing that the inner window lock was slowly unscrewed by the fluctuation of telekinesis, the girl couldn't help but think of a fragment from Hugo's so-called secret room handout-

In the secret room trick, the secret room caused by the Pokémon superpower skill is in a class of its own.

The trick is simple and brutal: use supernatural skills to allow prisoners to come and go freely in and out of enclosed spaces; Or use telekinesis to unlock the device to help the prisoner enter the secret room, and then use telekinesis to re-lock the room after leaving.

This method is not uncommon in the reasoning of this world, and the way to solve it is also unusually simple - whenever the superpower skill is released, it will cause superpower fluctuations that are invisible to the naked eye, but the traces are obvious, and it only takes a little probing by the person who is also the superpower holder or Pokémon to know.

The police also have a plan for this, and when they encounter a secret room incident, they will ask the super Pokémon to assist in the investigation as soon as possible.

Therefore, the superpower chamber is the same as the secret room made by ghost-type Pokémon that can pass through walls, and it is a cliché trick that looks evil at first glance, but is extremely childish in the eyes of the insider.

Just as the girl was distracted, the heart bat had already opened the window, and the person outside the window calmly stepped into the room where the detective and assistant were.

Surprisingly, the blue bat carrying the green-haired youth here did not enter the house with him, and the young man did not take out the Poke Ball and put it back into the ball, but waved his hand slightly, and the Heart Bat nodded and flew back into the distant night.

"It seems that our client, Mr. Client, has a similar opinion about this incident?"

The detective leaned against the table, not as nervous as Blue, but repeatedly glanced at the uninvited guest in front of him from top to bottom, asking tentative questions.

"Of course, there is, but let me introduce myself first."

The visitor took off his black and white cap and bowed as standard—

"First meeting, Hugo, Excellency Azure, good evening. My name is N, and my current identity is that Ichisuke is a traveler who is traveling across the continent, and like you, I am investigating the truth about the explosion of the Lichong Power Plant. ”

N's greeting etiquette is as orderly as a textbook, and the gesture can even be said to be somewhat humble.

But in Bilan's eyes, these actions were made by a stranger who broke into the guest room, but with a fearless coercive momentum.

So she subconsciously asked, "How did you find us here?" Why should you come here? ”

The young man named N smiled kindly and replied gently, "I was told by the elves in the neighborhood that you seem to be a very interesting combination in the eyes of Pokémon, and they are impressed by this. And I was also very curious about the detective partners that Miss Douzi said, so I asked them to lead the way here. ”

"Then why isn't Douzi with Ling? Friends introduce friends, this is a more in line with social common sense, right? ”

Seeing that Bilan began to ask about N's intentions, Hugo took the opportunity to insert the question, pointing to the unreasonableness of the situation in front of him.

"Hmm...... Social? ”

As if hearing some jerky and difficult words, N scratched his light green hair in annoyance: "It's not good, I don't know much about this, I'm very sorry if my behavior bothers you." ”

"Well, whether you're good or, you've been running into guys lately who don't like to answer questions directly."

The detective snorted dissatisfied, and then simply pointed at the green-haired young man in front of him, and actually said the other party's intentions with a slash on his face-

"You're here tonight to leave her alone to find out the truth about the bombing. And you came here on this trip, in addition to planning to exchange information with us, you also have another plan, that is, to cancel the commission and urge us to leave Liyong City quickly! ”

The green-haired young man was taken aback by Hugo's sudden attack, and the look of shock on his face betrayed what he was thinking, and he almost wrote the words "How do you know?" on his face.

"How do I know?"

Although anyone with a discerning eye can see N's doubts at this time, it is another thing to point it out directly.

The green-haired young man was once again guessed what he was thinking, and he became more and more flustered, and the calmness he had when he first appeared was gone.

In the small single room, the momentum quietly returned to the detective's hands.

Bilan saw the detective sneer aggressively, and he pointed to the pendant around the young man's waist—

"Menge sponge, a topological model that only exists theoretically, has an infinite surface area and a near-zero volume. It's a toy that you buy for yourself, and in a sense it's a self-projection signpost, and if you like these kinds of things, you naturally live in a rational world, so you can't just visit your house for no reason, just to satisfy your curiosity – which goes against your personality. ”

Hugo spread his hands and reasoned logically and clearly with the method of elimination—

"Since it's not a random thing, what else can the client come to the detective for? Of course, it's to exchange information or cancel the investigation, and if that's all you're aiming for, there's no need to split up and meet with us alone. ”

Bilan suddenly realized, and looked at the green-haired young man in front of her even more suspiciously.

However, the detective's reasoning did not stop there -

"And what kind of character is Your Excellency? I have collected the descriptions of you from your followers, and in their impressions, you are dressed in white and can talk to Pokémon as if you were a saint who could bring miracles, cure diseases, stop drought, walk on water, and fill the bellies of five hundred people with two tree fruits and five biscuits—"

"No, I'm not that ......" N seemed to try to defend himself, but was interrupted by Hugo.

"Of course you're not such a saint, and the guy who can achieve miracles doesn't need to hire any detectives. With that kind of work, how good it would be to directly resurrect the Pokémon that were blown up. In fact, it wasn't until I saw the way you appeared that I realized what kind of person you, N, Naturan Harmonia Gropius, the Prince of Plasma in the name of 'nature', really are. ”

"What kind of person am I?"

N, whose full name was named, repeated the detective's soul torture with some confusion.

"You have a strong guardian and two unrelated sisters, it's easy to speculate, but you need a little dynamic vision—"

The detective points to the object in N's hand.

"On the back of the cap you take off is a three-paragraph full name, and the first word is your own name, which must be your full name. The question is, who is qualified to put this name on your hat? Of course, it can only be your parents, because you prefer the code name N to your full name, and if it is your own name, it will not have such a long name on it. Your hat is neat and clean, so it can't be a relic of your childhood, so it should have been bought for you by your guardian in recent years, and he took the trouble to write his name on it. And even at night, you will subconsciously put on your hat and go out, which means that wearing a hat may have been a habit for you for many years. The guardian brings a new hat with the full name you hate, and you put it on obediently – what kind of family relationship can we see in this? ”

The detective held up a finger and shook his head slightly: "You know what? The act of writing a name is often a sign of control. And writing a name for oneself is more of an unquenchable desire for domination than writing a name for another. ”

"N, you may be a saint, but you are only a clay puppet enshrined on the altar; You may be a prince, but there is a powerful emperor in your kingdom; You may claim to be free at the moment, but all your thoughts and thoughts are going round and round in the palm of someone's five fingers. ”