I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

Shinichi flicked the girl's smooth forehead angrily.

It's like this when I first recovered from a serious illness. Sure enough, I haven't changed at all. I'm still as cute as when I was little.

"Ugh! Mom, he bullied me!"

Sonoko covered her forehead and crawled into Tomoko Suzuki's arms, complaining pitifully.

"Is she really all right?"

Shinichi pointed at a certain crazy girl and asked Xiaolan who was sitting next to him.

"Well, it seems that because I sweated all over before, my cold seems to be completely gone."

Xiaolan was also a little unsure.

After all, she had been watching Yuanzi go from a listless sick look to regaining his former vitality in such a short period of time, and she was undoubtedly the most surprised.

But now it can only be attributed to the fact that Yuanzi's illness was almost healed, and the sweat he just broke out was just a catalyst.

"That's good."

Shinichi smiled as he watched the interaction between Suzuki and his daughter, and gained a better understanding of his abilities.

(Please give me flowers, please give me tickets...).

Chapter 7 Interrupted Confession

　　As night fell, Shinichi and Xiaolan, who had had dinner at Suzuki's house, held hands and strolled through the streets of Yoneka Town.

Smelling the vague fragrance around him and looking at the stars in the sky, three major questions about the universe emerged in Shinichi's mind.

who I am?where am I?What should I do?

Over the past year, he had become accustomed to that sense of urgency, always having firm goals and tasks to execute. Now, after a day of relaxation, he felt a little at a loss as to what to do.

Her body was held by Xiaolan, and she followed step by step forward.

But his spirit had flown to nowhere until he was called back by the girl's voice.

"Shinichi, Shinichi! Are you listening to me?"

His pupils refocused, and Shinichi realized that the girl in front of him was pouting and seemed a little angry.

"What's wrong? My little angel."

Shinichi asked with a smile as he wrapped Xiaoran's hands with his own.

"I-I just wanted to ask if you can train with me tomorrow?"

Looking at that familiar smile, the anger that Xiaolan had just brewed had long since dissipated, and she just blushed and muttered.

Hate!That's it again!

"No problem at all."

Shinichi didn't let go of the girl's cold hands until he warmed them up.

When Xiaolan started practicing karate, he often went as a sparring partner. After all, Xiaolan's talent in karate was so strong that she had almost no opponents among her peers.

Even in the current school's karate club, only senior Tsukamoto, who is in her senior year of high school, can beat her. However, that senior is busy with her studies and rarely appears in the club.

And Shinichi went abroad at this time, resulting in Xiaolan's strength barely improving during this year.

The National High School Karate Kanto Competition will be held in a few days, which makes the girl very worried about her performance.

"And my Xiaolan will definitely win the championship!"

As if stating a fact, Shinichi nodded affirmatively.

"I, my little Lan..."

But the little angel's focus is somewhat different.

Her little face turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. In this cold winter, you could vaguely see the heat coming out of her head. It was obvious that the brain's transport speed was overspeeding again.

A charming atmosphere gradually spread between the two. Shinichi felt that now was a good opportunity and planned to throw a straight ball directly.

"Lan, I..."

"Excuse me, is this the Maori Detective Agency?"

Just as Shinichi opened his mouth, a somewhat inappropriate voice sounded from beside him, interrupting his words and causing him to glare angrily.

What kind of bastard dares to disturb this young master's good deeds!

Believe it or not, I will go to your house and let you see what the real God of Death is!

Yamagishi Eiichi was a little nervous when he was being stared at. Even on this cold winter night, he kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.

From his perspective as a professional agent, he could naturally see that now was not the time to disturb the young couple in front of him.

But there is nothing we can do. Our artist has become a little nervous after being tortured by the stalker. If it is a little later, there is no telling what will happen!

Neon's suicide rate due to social pressure is among the highest in the world, and he doesn't want his artists to be part of it.

The disturbed Xiaolan withdrew from Shinichi's arms like a frightened bunny, straightened her appearance a little, and soon regained her composure.

He even breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

"Hello, this is the Maori Detective Agency. What can I do for you?"

Xiaolan, who was barely considered the office lady, looked curiously at Eiichi Yamagishi and the people around him.

It's true that the weather is very cold, but if you wrap yourself up so tightly, you can't be a celebrity, right?

While Xiaolan secretly guessed, Xinyi also habitually looked at the two people in front of him.

Regardless of the nervous man standing in front of him, although the person behind him is wearing a thick windbreaker, it can be seen from the vague figure curve that he is a woman.

Even in the evening, he also wears sunglasses, a mask and a hat. This is already the three-piece set necessary for big stars to go out.

A popular female star and her agent.

In just a few seconds, Shinichi had already determined the identities of the two people in front of him.

If a celebrity comes to see a detective instead of going to the police, it probably means there is a problem in his private life, and he is afraid that going to the police will publicize the matter and cause bad rumors.

Well, that makes perfect sense.

However, what is reasonable is reasonable, and if you interrupt this young master’s confession, you will definitely be blamed for it!

"Is Detective Maori here? We have something we want to entrust him to help investigate."

Yamagishi Eiichi asked nervously.

Such private facts about celebrities are too unspeakable to be discussed with famous detectives or the police.

Ever since, he has focused on Mouri Kogoro, a detective who is not famous but has some ability.

Most of the commissions that come to the Maori Detective Agency are to catch cheaters. Apart from other things, there is still nothing to talk about in terms of privacy.

"Dad, he should be here, right?"

Xiaolan said uncertainly. After all, she and Shinichi had been playing outside for a day and had only come back now.

But based on her understanding of her unsatisfactory father, she was just drinking beer and watching TV shows at this time.

"If you don't mind, go up and sit down first."

Just in case, she decided to keep the client first.

For a girl who has taken on the daily chores of the Maori family early on and has to be careful when buying groceries, every commission is very important.

It's all money!

In the final analysis, Mouri Kogoro is too useless. If it weren't for the monthly living expenses provided by Yu Feili and Shinichi and Sonoko's feeding from time to time, there's no telling whether Xiaolan would have been able to grow up healthily!

But now it seems that this girl has grown too much.

In every sense.

Shinichi looked at the girl next to him and commented in his mind.

Chapter 8 Rice Flower’s Death

　　Willow shoots on the moon.

The winter in Yoneka Town is very cold, especially at night.

Even if ordinary people turn on the air conditioning or heating at home, they still have to wear a sweater to move around normally.

Of course, this temperature is nothing to Shinichi.

For example, now, even if he is only wearing a thin long sleeve, he can move as usual, his hands dancing on the keyboard quickly, without any stiffness due to the cold.

Lines of text appeared on the computer screen.

Light novelist is a profession that Shinichi chose a few years ago to earn some pocket money.

Although his family is not short of money, considering Xiaolan's relatively tight living standard, Shinichi certainly wants to help her as much as possible.

But it always feels a little weird to ask parents for money to support other people's girls.

So Shinichi, who had just entered junior high school, resolutely entered the industry.

Fortunately, his father Kudo Yusaku is a world-famous mystery novelist. As a son, even if Shinichi published his first light novel when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, it was not shocking.

At most, others say that you have inherited the good genes of your elders.

What's more, with the help of the Suzuki Foundation, almost no one outside except those around him knows Shinichi's identity as a light novelist.

"Hmph~ Done!"

As his fingers hit the last mark, Shinichi stretched out, feeling very comfortable.

It only took more than three hours from the time he started the computer, and he had completed the entire last four volumes of "Romantic Comedy Can't Be a Game".

Nearly 50 words, which is obviously beyond the speed that humans can achieve.

However, as a Shinigami, Shinichi's physical fitness is constantly strengthened by spiritual power, which has long exceeded the scope of human beings.

For example, his body temperature will not be affected by changes in external temperature and can always be maintained at the most comfortable state.

For another example, ordinary firearms cannot penetrate his skin... Ahem, this cannot be done yet.