The female high school student and Mr. Huckleberry got off the bus at Qibao Town, the transfer station.
Unlike the two men who said nothing after making a secret deal, Touko seemed to have established a strong bond with the girl from Fukiyose High School, and even hugged each other goodbye before getting off the bus.
"I didn't expect that such a casual trip could actually do something serious. What a surprise." After Huckleberry left, Hugo's nerves obviously relaxed and he sighed with emotion.
The girl with a high ponytail nodded in agreement. She subconsciously covered the pocket of her pants where the heavy wallet was hidden: "Yes, the money is unexpectedly rich. I am one step closer to my goal of setting up a studio."
The detective who suddenly realized that he was having a conversation was embarrassed, and immediately changed the subject: "It seems like you won the competition very easily."
"Yes, the child I teamed up with later was an elite trainer assigned by the alliance to the Qibao Gym for assessment. Her Cuckoo pigeons were cultivated very well. The level of fighting against a certain famous detective was quite different. .”
Hugo seemed to be used to similar provocations, and did not look angry at all. He calmly declared: "I am not good at this kind of activity of instructing my subordinates to fight each other, like the distance in the carriage, throw this cane out , it is more efficient to knock the opponent out before he can react."
Douzi couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the elf ball Hugo threw at the Evil King's face. The detective next to him seemed to be really capable of doing such a thing.
"This practice is not allowed in any regular competition." The girl immediately issued a stern warning to Hugo, fearing that her tenant would be imprisoned for such a stupid thing.
"Nothing is absolute." The detective said leisurely, "Just like this game, I violated the default rules and threw the Poké Ball into the opponent's field, but even if the referee read through the rules and regulations of the game, he could not judge my There are so many violations of the rules, such as marginal balls in the gray area of the rules."
Douzi felt that nothing good would happen if she continued listening, but her curiosity made her ask involuntarily: "What are they?"
"Take this competition in the carriage as an example. Since the venue is extremely small and the trainer's command space is relatively cramped, contestants who are familiar with the rules can bring some large Pokémon with them and use the method I just did. After putting the Pokémon on the field, without leaving the field with both feet, it 'accidentally' touches the opponent with its huge body. If the opponent loses the ability to command due to this, the referee will not be able to judge this side. Violation."
Hugo said something extraordinary in an understatement.
"Another example is an alliance match where the two sides stand in opposite stands. This seemingly formal match is actually still full of loopholes. You see, the podiums on the field are generally open to the open air. If you agree with the Pokémon in advance to use it, The skill was slightly missed..."
"Please stop talking." As if facing the devil's whisper, Douzi covered his ears tightly, "I feel that these strategies of yours will lead people to a path of no return, and they will definitely go to jail."
"Tsk, it's obviously a reasonable strategy within the rules." The detective smacked his lips dissatisfied.
"Mr. Hugo." Douzi carefully comforted him, "Your bad luck is indeed a malicious trick from God, and it is unreasonable to be in trouble. But you can't vent your grievances on our trainer like this, right? The trainer is innocent. !”
Hugo shrugged, as if to lighten the atmosphere, he released the little flame monkey in the elf ball.
Facing the orange-furred monkey standing on his knees, Hugo lowered his head and asked it: "What do you think? Is this tactic reasonable?"
The little flame monkey tilted his head, as if he was really starting to think about it seriously. The monkey's paw couldn't help rubbing his chin. This is also the habitual action of its owner Hugo when thinking.
Dou Zi also witnessed the behavior of the little flame monkey with curiosity. At this moment, the fire monkey's aura became more and more confused as he was thinking hard. He suddenly shuddered and the flames on his tail rose up, almost burning the tip of Dou Zi's nose.
In Hugo's eyes, his little flame monkey, who had just performed so badly in the competition, shook his head firmly to himself in the firelight behind him, his eyes full of exhortation, just like watching a student. Enter the homeroom teacher at the Juvenile Correctional Center.
"Really, why are there such moral people around me?"
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While Hugo, Douzi and Little Flame Monkey were discussing the rationality of the gray areas in the battle, Huckleberry walked into a remote alley alone.
The alleys at night all looked the same. In the darkness, the King of Evil took out the cell phone Hugo gave him and dialed a certain number.
"Wanlong, I have decided to accept your plan that is as outrageous as a spy novel."
The sound of a teacup breaking and a woman's exclamation came from the other end of the phone.
Is this self-proclaimed novelist drinking tea in the middle of the night and working on a manuscript again? I really hope she can use this energy to deal with alliance matters. Huckleberry shook her head while listening to Wanlong's excited words.
"There's no reason. I met an inexplicable guy who changed my mind... No, it's not the type you said. If you insist on saying it, the other person is like a character in the detective novel you wrote. "
Miss Wanlong on the other end of the phone seemed to be even more excited and was talking quickly.
"Anyway, let's use your useless novelist talents and come up with a plot for me about betrayal and separation among everyone in the alliance... There's no need to hide it from them, since you can't hide it anyway, and I'm afraid that I'll be beaten to death by the real boss Lian Wu."
The two of them discussed on the phone for a long time. Finally, after hesitating for a while, Huckleberry asked: "Is Mr. Adek okay?"
A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone.
"No matter how brilliant the gambling game is, it will eventually come to an end. As far as a gambler is concerned, he must indulge in enjoyment even if he lives or dies - I have no position that can comfort Mr. Adek. What I will do is to participate in one game after another. It’s just an exciting gambling game. The Plasma Group has really gone too far this time. Since it has been showing off its power in the name of the King for so long, it might as well take action as the banker this time, the situation seems to be more interesting.”
After the call ended, Yunju broke the cell phone that contained the document "Investigation of the Influence and Hazard Analysis of Plasma Clusters in the Hezhong Area", broke the memory card into several pieces, and threw it into the trash can on the roadside.
Then he took out the business card of the firm that Hugo had given him last. His eyes were entangled between the business card and the trash can for a long time, and finally he stuffed the small piece of paper back into his suit pocket.
The moonlight belatedly appeared behind the alley, and huckleberries were walking lonely in the night. The suit was dark, but the bright red front placket was neatly arranged, as if he was going to attend a grand dinner.
In front of the evil king's sight is his destination. In front of the simple and elegant building with white walls and black tiles is the city's landmark sign - the Qibao Museum.
