Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

"You, you definitely won't kill me, right?" The detective raised his chin with pretended arrogance, closed his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice, directly revealing the uneasiness in his heart.

Vermouth licked her red lips; they were delicious. She felt that this childish young man was extremely sexy; it was an intellectual temptation that was irresistible.

She raised her hand and tore off the disguise, revealing her charming face. Seeing that the young man didn't dare to open his eyes, she couldn't help but laugh, and the oppressive atmosphere immediately eased.

"What's wrong? You were so bold just now, but now you're like a quail?" Vermouth had a lady's gun in her hand at some point.

She approached the detective and slowly pushed him against the wall. With her right hand, she held the gun to his chest. Her clear, aquamarine eyes fixed on the ice cream remnants at the corner of his mouth, and she teased meaningfully, "How cute."

She leaned forward slightly, lifted the blonde hair from under the brim of her detective hat, and warned coldly, "Haven't you heard that the more you know, the faster you die?"

The detective opened his eyes, his purple-gray pupils were so sharp that they seemed to analyze a person's skin, internal organs and even the direction of blood flow clearly, even revealing those dark and shameful privacy.

Under these clear eyes, Vermouth couldn't help but take a step back, her body involuntarily on guard.

That is the conditioned reflex of the invasion of human security!

The detective seemed to have confirmed his safety from the information revealed by Vermouth, and quickly retracted that uncomfortable look.

He said loudly: "Boring! Boring!"

After realizing that the lady wouldn't get angry and kill someone, he put on his bored look again and complained loudly, like a spoiled child: "It's not my fault. You bumped into me yourself. I'm a detective, and when a detective faces a secret, he can't help but want to solve it! I didn't mean to do it."

This statement is so childish and naive that it makes people laugh.

In the adult world, you can't just say 'I didn't mean it' and let it go.

Vermouth stretched out her left index finger and gently pressed it to her lips, saying in a beautiful and mysterious tone: "A secret makes a woman woman."

The glamorous celebrity complained with a sweet smile, "It's not gentlemanly to delve into a lady's secrets."

"Then come with me now," she ordered in a deep voice.

Such a dazzling detective should live a good life under the sun. Unfortunately, he is too willful and sees too clearly that he does not understand people's hearts. He casually exposes secrets that cannot be exposed. Rum will not let him go.

This kind of wisdom can only be used by the organization. Otherwise, it will be completely destroyed and he must not be allowed to become the enemy of the organization.

"No!" the detective refused, a sly glint in his purple-gray eyes.

He pointed at the police officer slowly approaching from the alley entrance and puffed out his chest proudly. "I predicted your actions before we even entered the alley. The logic of your actions was clear to me. So I sent a message to Officer Megure in advance, telling him to take your statement later."

"If the big star doesn't leave now, he won't be able to leave."

He concluded confidently, like a cat that had won a small dried fish, wagging its tail triumphantly: "I win this round."

Vermouth gave him a deep look, put away the gun before the police arrived, and said meaningfully: "Little cutie, you are too smart."

Rum, who has listened to the whole story from beginning to end, will surely be moved by the detective's wisdom. He will take action soon. He wonders if he will have the chance to see the detective again.

She concealed the regret in her eyes and turned away without hesitation.

After leaving Vermouth's sight, the blond, dark-skinned young man waved cheerfully to the police officers: "Thank you for your hard work, officers."

The police officer smiled and turned away.

That person was not sent by Inspector Megure, but a police officer who regularly patrolled the dark alleys. However, it was not a problem to trick Vermouth away temporarily.

In the dark, deserted alley, Furuya Rei's smile faded, his childishness vanishing. He adjusted his facial expressions slightly, becoming serious and cautious, yet exuding a deep sense of righteousness. That was the real him.

Police academy chief Rei Furuya.

Fūya Rei reviewed the action that attracted the attention of the Black Organization. It was very good, without any flaws. Now he just had to wait for the organization's response.

He walked out of the dark alley with satisfaction. His steps were not as light and playful as a detective's, but sharp and steady, vigorous and resolute.

Then he stood at the entrance of the alley with his mouth twitching and didn't move.

Why does the detective still have the characteristic of being directionally challenged?!

He looked blankly at the several intersections where he couldn't tell the difference between them and fell silent.

He was a little distressed. He hadn't taken his phone out at the training camp, so he couldn't contact anyone for the time being. He could only stare at the intersection, hoping that the next kind-hearted passerby would pick him up and raise him.

Wait, why would he want to be supported by someone?

Fūya Rei was startled and immediately looked away. Sure enough, it was all the detective's fault!

Beneath his expressionless face was a slightly broken heart. A transparent light curtain that only he could see slowly unfolded before his eyes, and a line of words was emitting a faint glow.

[Playing the role of a childish detective who doesn't understand human nature]

It’s a long story, October 1st, yesterday.

After graduating from the police academy and joining the Ministry of Public Security, Furuya Reigang received a secret undercover mission and worked hard to prepare for it in the undercover training camp.

A system called character role-playing inexplicably bound him and gave him a big gift package.

The gift pack is a thick comic book, which unfolds the main plot of the daily detective life of an elementary school student and the collision with the dark organization.

To be honest, if he hadn't found familiar people in the comics and confirmed that the comics were the true direction of this world, he would never have believed that his group of idiots would all die in the future without a single one left alive.

Damn it, it would be unacceptable not to punch each of them.

Fūya Rei took a deep breath and carefully studied the system functions with a rigorous scientific attitude.

The character card drawing system is a support system and lacks intelligence. The host draws a card every fifteen days and interprets the character they drew. The higher the emotional value of the important figures in the world towards the host's interpretation of the character, the higher the completion rate.

Completion points can be exchanged for points, and props can be purchased in the mall to help you complete the task.

On one side is the future fate of 5-4=0, and on the other side are various rescue props.

Fūya Rei didn't hesitate for long before accepting the system and firmly pressed the card drawing button.

After a flash of golden light, an innocent childish voice sounded in my mind.

"I'm a detective. I like ice cream cones and secrets."

"Isn't this obvious at a glance?"

"This world is so boring. Everyone I see is like an NPC, revealing all their secrets to me. It's transparent and boring."

"Except for me, the world is full of monsters."

"I will not commit a crime, that is an established fact."

The sentences were combined into a card that read: A childish detective who doesn't understand human nature.

Fūya Rei subconsciously reached behind him, and the non-existent handcuffs were ready to move.

So, do you really want to fuse this card?

I always feel that the character is very dangerous.

He wouldn't have gone in himself before sending the organization in, right?

No way...right?

Sitting in the dormitory of the training camp, Fūya Ling looked solemn. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go ahead with it.

Now we can only hope that the next character is a good person.

At this moment, he didn't know that the next card was a sunny and cheerful boy who loved suicide.

After he confirmed the integration of the card, he opened his eyes and found that the whole world had changed.

Everything in front of you is transparent, and all items come with notes.

'The table hasn't been changed in three years.'

"Luckily, the bedding is almost new."

'Whose unwashed dish do you think it belongs to?'

"The cabinet is an antique."

'...'

Fūya Rei was first stunned by the dense information in front of him, and then choked by the unreliable comments.

Is this the world through the eyes of a detective?

He was so shocked that his worldview was almost shattered.

He opened the door to his dorm and stood there looking out. Every person who passed by was a moving database of information; even the thumbtacks that fell on the ground had their owners labeled.

"Furiya, how are you adapting?"

The instructor who taught him breath disguise saw that he seemed a little uncomfortable and walked up to him and asked with concern.

Fūya Ling looked up and saw bubbles filled with words crowded around the instructor, so densely packed that it made his scalp tingle.

"Look at this hair. It smells like seafood and is a little greasy. It hasn't been washed in two days."

"The soles of my shoes were stained with leaves from the Japanese cedar tree outside the dining hall. Guess what I was doing."

'The wrinkles on your shoulders are proof of my love for you, my love, I want to hug you again.'

"Wow, the perfume on this long remaining hair smells very nice, you have good taste."

"Guess whose car keys are in my pocket. My sister is very anxious now."

……

Fūya Rei covered his eyes, his head feeling dizzy from the onslaught of countless fragmented information.

Is this a childish detective who doesn't understand human nature?

This is clearly a game GM with a God's perspective!

Too dangerous, too powerful.

"Jiugu?" the instructor called out in confusion.

Fūya Rei glanced at the instructor absentmindedly, his eyes like X-rays.

"I'm fine, Instructor Miyamura. The car keys in your pocket are about to fall out. Are they your girlfriend's? Oh, so she left them in the cafeteria. The horse mackerel tastes good? I'll try it next time. She has to go to work this afternoon and is very anxious to find her keys."

Officer Miyamura subconsciously touched his pocket and actually found his girlfriend's car keys. Thinking of his girlfriend anxiously looking for them, he turned and ran out.

"Oh, by the way, she likes the perfume you bought. But she would be happier if you could give her a hug~" Furuya Rei added jokingly.

"I understand, Furuya. Thank you very much. I'll be leaving now."

Officer Miyamura smiled sheepishly and walked away quickly. Along the way, his mind couldn't help but recall what Furuya Rei had said. He tightened his grip on the key in his hand and his pace slowed down.

Girlfriend, car keys, canteen, horse mackerel, perfume, hugs...

His expression became serious, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Furuya - How do you know so much?