It's really disgusting. Each letter usually contains only one or two sentences, such as 'Our eyes met again today' or 'Did you notice my gaze, did you notice'. And the most outrageous one is 'I love you so much! I can't stop thinking about you!' Damn, what kind of Gao Yu Tu Wang is this? "Well, judging from the handwriting, it is basically certain that these letters should all be written by the same person." Wu Yi held his chin up in the classic thinking posture of Sherlock Holmes. Now he felt that he should have become a famous detective. "By the way, Sakura, do you have any suspects?" "Have……" Sakura Airi nodded hesitantly. "There is one." Volume 69: Chapter : Sakura Airi's Request (rd Update)
"It's him?" After listening to Sakura Airi's description of the suspect, Wu Yi's brain briefly short-circuited. According to his habitual thinking, he thought from the beginning that the criminal should be among the students of the same grade. After all, although Sakura Airi usually dresses like a typical country girl, her clothes are as simple and inconspicuous as possible, and her hairstyle is the last century's double ponytails, she just huddles in a corner at school every day, hunching her back and saying nothing. But if you look closely, you will find that her facial features are actually very beautiful, and her figure is also top-notch. Regarding the latter point, Wu Yi once made a rough visual estimate and basically, Sakura Airi's bust size is one of the best in the entire Class B... No, it's first. Even Chabashira Sae, who had been taking advantage of him for ten years, could not compare to him in this regard. Therefore, if someone observes carefully and discovers it, it is not impossible that they will covet it. And I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional by the school, but under normal circumstances, first-year students will hardly come into contact with second- and third-year students unless they join the student union or clubs. Therefore, for Wu Yi, the criminal's motive for committing the crime was now known, and the scope of suspects was narrowed down to less than one hundred people. If the scope was further subdivided, it could be further narrowed down. But even in this situation, Sakura Airi gave him completely unexpected information about the suspect. ——It turned out to be the receptionist of the digital store in the shopping mall. How should I put it? It feels like in Conan, the victim died in the public toilet of a shopping mall. The police interrogated the three customers who had been in and out of the toilet, and finally found out that the murderer was actually the cleaning uncle in the mall toilet. It cannot be said to be unexpected, it can only be said to be illogical. "Since you think he's the suspect, Sakura...is there any particular reason?" Wu Yi dug his ears. He was a little reluctant to admit the fact that he, the famous detective Gao Yu, died before he could accomplish his mission. The pink-haired girl with twin ponytails knelt on the clean floor, lowered her eyes to look at her knees and nodded slightly. "Actually... it's not really any special evidence. If I have to say, it's more of a feeling or intuition. I've been timid since I was a child, so I'm particularly sensitive to the intentions of people around me. Although I can't know 100% of what others are thinking, I can roughly feel it..." As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced timidly at someone.
"For example, Wu Yi-san, you and Karuizawa-san are not really in a relationship, right?" "..." Wu Yi stroked his forehead silently and suddenly felt a little tired. Before it was Kushida Kikyo, and this time even Sakura Airi said so, is his acting so bad? "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to say that..." Seeing that Wu Yi didn't say anything, Sakura Airi thought she was angry, so she waved her hands in panic and apologized. "But I think Karuizawa-san should have a crush on you, Wu Yi-san, and Kushida-san is also like that..." Huh? Did this girl just say something incredible? "A, anyway! I've been sensitive to the intentions of people around me since I was a child, so..." Sakura Airi quickly changed the subject. Wu Yi pressed her hands down to indicate that she didn't need to continue talking, fearing that if she continued she would reveal something even more outrageous. "Okay, I roughly understand your situation. If we follow this result and work our way back, it should be that Sakura, when you first started school, you went to the shopping mall to buy a camera, and you happened to be recognized by your crazy fan. He then learned your name through your payment information, and then he kept stuffing love letters into your shoe cabinet every day." "Maybe..." "So do you still have the warranty card for your broken camera? Give it to me." "Oh oh..." The view changes to a shopping mall. Compared with weekends, the flow of people in shopping malls on weekdays is indeed much less, including Wu Yi himself who rarely goes to shopping malls on weekdays. It should be said that almost never, because he usually spends this time in the gym doing intensive physical training. But today is a special case. Without any hesitation, Wu Yi went straight to the point and came directly to the digital store that Sakura Airi mentioned. Coincidentally, when he arrived, the digital store was sparsely populated, with only one male receptionist behind the counter in charge of the store. "Hello." Wu Yi walked in briskly and handed the camera and warranty card directly to the counter in front of the other party. By the way, the SD card had been taken out when they were in Sakura's room and was not left in the camera. "I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped my camera a bit before. The lens isn't broken, but it won't turn on. I think it's still under warranty. Could you help me see if it can be fixed?" "Oh, let me take a look." The male receptionist picked up the warranty card woodenly, glanced at it to confirm that it was still within the warranty period, then picked up the camera to check it carefully. During this period of time, Wu Yi was also observing the other party carefully.
He looked to be around 30 years old, with an out-of-shape figure and dull eyes. He had a slightly swollen face with a faint, shapeless mustache, and only his short hair was barely neat enough. They are just office workers who have been exploited to the point of losing hope in life... Thinking of this, the male receptionist spoke again. "Well, the external damage is indeed not serious. The lens and other things should be intact. Maybe the power supply components inside happened to be desoldered during the impact... Huh?" He seemed stunned for a moment. Out of curiosity, Wu Yi also leaned forward to take a look. "what happened?" "Ah... No, no, it's nothing. Since it's within the warranty period, there's basically no problem. By the way, please write down your name and phone number on the warranty card..." The social animal receptionist pushed the warranty card and ballpoint pen in front of Wu Yi. Wu Yi said, "Okay," picked up the pen and wrote down his name, but when he wrote his phone number, he paused for a moment and did not continue writing. Instead, he stood up and said. "I'm sorry, I can't remember my phone number. Can you write down your phone number on a draft for me? My phone ran out of battery before I left, and it's still charging in the dormitory. I won't bring it with me. I'll call you when I get back..." "Uh, sure, sure." The corporate receptionist did as she was told without giving it any thought. Wu Yi took the draft paper and prepared to put it away. "Thank you, what's your name?" "Ah, my name is..." The office worker receptionist said her name without hesitation. Wu Yi pretended not to hear clearly and stumbled over it and repeated it with a strange pronunciation. So the corporate receptionist repeated it again. Wu Yi continued to pretend that he didn't hear clearly and handed the draft paper over again. "Sorry, sorry, look at my name. Actually, I'm an international student from China. I'm not very fluent in Japanese. Could you please write it down on paper? It's not polite to always call me by the wrong name." "it is good……" The corporate receptionist lowered her head and wrote her name. "By the way, guest, do you know the graphic idol Shizuku?" "...I know about graphic idols, but who is Shizuku? Could you please introduce her to me?" Wu Yi had never expected that the other party would actually introduce himself in this way, but he reacted immediately and pretended to be very interested. So the office worker receptionist, who had nothing to do, immediately acted as a tap water and began to introduce his beloved idol Lu to the only customer in the store. For a full twenty minutes, Wu Yi was in the role of a listener the entire time. During the conversation, the other party took out his mobile phone and showed him the photos of the graphic idol named Shizuku several times.
Although the style and temperament of the girl in the photo were completely different, Wu Yi could tell at a glance that it was undoubtedly Sakura Airi. At the end, the office worker receptionist added smugly. "By the way, the camera you are using is actually the same model as Shizuku-chan~" "You know this as well?" Wu Yi cooperated by showing great surprise, and at the same time quickly lowered his voice and covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to be trying to gather information. "Could it be that... Shizuku bought her camera from you?" "Well, it's inconvenient to tell you about this." Perhaps thinking that she had already succeeded greatly in promoting the product, the office worker receptionist put on an attitude of superiority as the number one fan and said with even greater pride. "Really? Then I won't ask any more questions." Wu Yi was already a little annoyed by what he said, so she took this opportunity to cut the conversation short. "Then I'll leave first and call you later." "no problem." The office worker receptionist even waved. After walking out of the digital store and returning to the indoor pedestrian street of the shopping mall, Wu Yi took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello, hello, Horikita-senpai, are you free now? I have something interesting here that I want to show you." ￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ Code hard! Oh yes, Arisu Sakayanagi’s role will increase in the upcoming island chapter. I guess other authors generally don’t write it this way. After all, Arisu Sakayanagi didn’t participate in the survival on the artificial island at all, so you can guess how this role will come about (funny). Ah, there is one more thing. At the beginning of the island chapter, Chi found a stream, but the question is... can there really be such a thing as a stream on an artificial island? ? ? Volume 1: Oh, right, group number Group number: 339737048 I've always wanted to post this, but I always forget. Every time I thought about posting it when I finished typing and uploading it, I forgot about it when I uploaded it, and then I went to play games after uploading... I've been thinking about this since the day it was put on the shelves, and I forgot about it until today. zsbdzsbdzsbdzsbdzsbdzsbdzsbdzsbd Volume 70: Chapter : Give someone a taste of their own medicine Based on the principle of proximity, Wu Yi chose the meeting place in the shopping mall. Half an hour later, in the cafe where light music was playing, the crisp sound of wind chimes could be heard sporadically. The bright and clean glass door was pushed open, and the student council president, who looked expressionless as always, walked in decisively from outside. Following behind him was a student union secretary with purple hair and a dissatisfied look on his face.
"Please take a seat. Just order whatever you want to drink." Wu Yi put down the third cup of coffee in his hand and invited them to sit down like a host. Horikita Manabu naturally sat down on the sofa opposite him without any hesitation, sitting in the middle, while Tachibana Susa, just like in the student council meeting room, stood aside with a pen and paper, staring at someone with a fierce look on his face. "No need for coffee, let's just talk about things." "Hmm? Are you that busy?" Wu Yi raised his eyebrows and took another sip of coffee.