I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The detective competition officially started a week later. Before that, Zhong Li really took a few children to spend a good vacation in the United States.

The urban style of the United States is completely different from that of Yokohama. In this country with a short history, all styles are closely related to the words "era" and "novel", and a considerable part of the famous attractions are commercial streets and exhibition halls. Therefore, the shopping experience is an integral part of a trip in this country.

Since Fitzgerald swore to keep all the accounts and was indeed capable of earning money back, Zhong Li would naturally not be polite to him. That vicious eye can even pick out the most expensive and best stall carts in the entire street when buying marshmallows for Luanbu, not to mention shopping in the mall.

Traveling for a week, the high-end shops of Times Square have left the legend of "I\'\'lltakethemall".

Fitzgerald, who voluntarily took advantage of him, didn't care about how much Zhongli spent, but was full of praise for Zhongli's vision and taste in buying things.

Among the group, only Zhongyuan Zhong had worried about Fitzgerald's expenses, but was dissuaded by the blond man's words.

"Boy, do you know Buffett?" Fitzgerald said confidently. "People paid for his time just to know about his experience and future. I'm doing the same thing right now."

"Mr. Zhongli's different vision and erudition beyond ordinary people are what I need to learn. At the same time, everything I have learned from here can be sold at a higher price in other forces with second-hand quality."

"Do you know how much I've netted recently?" Fitzgerald said with a smile.

The frightened Central Plains never asked the rich about their spending.

Soon, a week passed.

The venue for the preliminary competition set on the invitation letter is in a building. Early in the morning, the special car arranged by Fitzgerald stopped downstairs, just waiting for the group of people in the presidential suite to get down and drive to their destination.

The sleepy Edogawa walked out of the bed, and said hello to Nakahara Naka, who was used to getting up early. Then, he was lying on his back for a while by Dazai Osamu, who stayed up all night and almost all night, and finally Nakahara Naka also tore him off.

This is how the morning of Zhongli's day began.

After eating the breakfast provided by the hotel, I took a special car to the building. As soon as I got off the car, Fitzgerald, who was waiting in front of the door, greeted him.

"I think it's almost time." He patted Zhong Li on the shoulder familiarly and said, and looked at today's protagonist, "Come on, Detective Edogawa, I'm very optimistic about you."

Edogawa Ranbu raised his head slightly, "Although you said the same thing to your detective, I forgive you, and the next game will prove everything!"

"Haha, that's really exciting."

Fitzgerald didn't care about Edogawa Ranpo's attitude at all, rather it was this attitude that made the game he invested in more interesting.

Just because Fitzgerald doesn't care, doesn't mean other people don't care either.

Mosquito-like protests loomed from behind the pillars behind him: "I've said it before, I'm not a detective..."

"Oh, Mr. Poe? Why are you staying there?" Fitzgerald raised his eyebrows, reaching out and pulling out the man who was about to retreat.

"No, Mr. Fitzgerald, my..."

"This is the chief planner of our group, Edgar Allan Poe." Fitzgerald introduced solemnly, photographing Edgar Allan Poe, who was crouching beside him, leaning back and forth, "also participating in this detective competition. detective."

The deep social fear patient Edgar Allan Poe was almost scared to the ground by Fitzgerald's social bullshit, but he still insisted on explaining in a low voice: "Please call me contestants, Fitzgerald. Sir. Don't confuse me with a detective."

Edogawa Ranbu, who caught the key word, glared at Edgar Allan Poe.

Edgar Allan Poe, who was suddenly stunned, took a big step back, but still insisted: "What's the matter, what's wrong with my generation? Anyway, no one in the profession of detective can compare to my generation. reasoning……"

"Well, a mystery novelist?" Edogawa hurriedly looked up and down Edgar Allan Poe, "Since you have come to participate in this kind of detective competition that you don't like, you must be ready to be defeated by the detective you don't like. Right."

"What? My generation doesn't..."

"Very well, I accept your challenge!"

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Fitzgerald leaned over to Zhongli and said with a smile, "It seems that they have a good relationship."

"Competitive relationship is good for maintaining motivation. It's very good." Zhong Li said in agreement, and suddenly felt his trousers being pulled by something.

He lowered his head and met a pair of watery black eyes.

A little gray raccoon.

As he wished to let this humanoid creature with a close breath look over, the little raccoon let out a happy cry, and his black eyes looked up pleadingly, as if he was making a request.

"How come there are raccoons here?" Zhongyuan Zhong also probed curiously.

Dazai Osamu said with little interest: "I raised it, I feel like a dog with such a close personality."

Zhongli, who looked at the raccoon, understood the meaning of the small animal, nodded and said, "Yes."

The little raccoon who was allowed to bark again, clinging to Zhongli's clothes nimbly all the way up to his shoulders, the scarf was coiled like a circle, and he didn't move comfortably.

Fitzgerald was stunned, "Hey, this isn't..."

"Carl!" Edgar Allan Poe, who was "confronting" with Edogawa, suddenly exclaimed, and after everyone looked over, he quickly covered half of his face and whispered: "Carl, don't climb any strangers casually. Human shoulders, come back!"

The little raccoon Carl lazily returned to its real owner with a "chirp". He couldn't understand it if he didn't understand it. Anyway, he didn't plan to come down because of his posture.

Zhong Li touched the furry head of the little raccoon, "Your master cares about you, why don't you go back, don't let people worry."

The little raccoon rubbed Zhongli's hand, let out another cry, and took a hard breath of the good smell of the humanoid creature. Then he reluctantly jumped off his shoulders and walked towards his real owner.

"Wow, Karl..." The real owner, Edgar Allan Poe, hugged his little raccoon sadly, and thanked Zhong Li firmly: "Zhongli... Mr., thank you very much for helping me persuade Karl."

"No need." Zhong Li looked at the young chief planner, "Although he never said it, since he came to participate in this kind of competition, he must have some expectations for his opponent."

"Ranbu is not so easy to deal with opponents. If you have expectations, you must be able to have a good competitive experience, so let's do our best."

The elders on Zhong Li had a strong sense of sight, and Edgar Allan Poe, who was encouraged, was at a loss, "Ah, yes! I, I, I will work hard—"

"If you don't lose money today, don't even think about leaving!"

The sudden quarrel overwhelmed Poe's faint voice. The people present looked at them at the same time, only to see a middle-aged man and woman arguing with a blond young man holding a doll across the road.

"So, are your brains full of thariids?" the blond young man said impatiently, "Don't say that I have no spare money here for you to extort, just talking about the strength just now, your set of crystals is still a bit of quality. There's no way the cup will shatter when it hits Zaki."

"Aren't today's liars unwilling to understand the common sense of life?"

"You...you're making a quibble!" The woman blushed and gave up on this topic with the blond young man, "Anyway, even if you adjust the surveillance, you can tell that you bumped into it! You can't be rude!"

The voices of the people on the other side of the road became louder and louder, and Fitzgerald said in amazement: "Hey, is this the legendary and baseless deception?"

Zhongyuan Zhong impatiently "tsk" and was about to go forward, but was grabbed by the wrist of Dazai Osamu behind him.

"There is no need to participate in the peace." Osamu Dazai, who was not very energetic, yawned, "That person will solve it by himself."

And as Dazai Osamu's voice fell, the blond young man across from him spoke up.

"First of all, there are swirling dark lines on the inside of the presser foot of the crystal cup. It is not a defect, but a habit of the manufacturer similar to a signature. This habit is only found in the handmade shop on 9th Street, so that set of cups Not what you describe as a 'masterpiece bought at a high price'. Second..."

The blond young man paused, looked at the man and woman, and said sarcastically, "One cheated in marriage, and the other went out to gamble with the private money hidden by the cheating. The two are indeed a good match."

The woman's face changed immediately, "You stole my money? You clearly said that the house was a burglar..."

"You cheated?" The man's face was not good-looking, "I always thought you were looking for a serious job! No wonder you didn't reply to my message that day..."

Obviously, both sides understand what kind of bad person the other is, but the blond young man who guessed the source of the cup proved that he was a little bit more explicit. In addition to the past guesses, he immediately turned his face, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger during the quarrel. The blond youth walked away impatiently without noticing.

Fitzgerald, who saw the blond young man walking towards the building, laughed, "Are you also a detective who came to participate in this detective contest?"

"No." The blond young man facing Fitzgerald was obviously not as aggressive as he was just now, he carefully arranged the little skirt that was ruffled on the doll's body, and said without raising his head: "I just It's just spectators who come to watch the game."

This is actually a little rude, but Fitzgerald has always been very tolerant of capable people, so he said understandingly: "Aren't you going to participate in the competition? It doesn't matter, with your demonstrated reasoning ability, even as a spectator, you can make a difference. This competition is a plus.”

Saying that, the rich and willful rich man suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, "By the way, it looks like your ticket is an ordinary ticket, right? This kind of ticket can only be enjoyed on the big screen from a long distance, and you cannot switch the camera at will. You can't follow the detective, how about I help you upgrade to a VIP ticket? You just need to help my guests do a game commentary in my box."

The blond young man with a bad temper finally raised his head impatiently, just about to say no, but his eyes paused when he saw Zhong Li, who was also looking at him in the crowd.

"...Yes." Finally, the blond young man said, "However, please arrange my seat next to this gentleman. If you want to be the guest's commentary, this arrangement should be reasonable."

It's reasonable, but it's not self-evident. Fitzgerald looked at Zhongli for confirmation.

"I have no opinion." Zhong Li has no idea of ​​refusing, "It's a pleasure to meet, Mr. Explainer."

"Your name is Ayatsuji Pedestrian... nice to meet you."