A Scientific Urban Detective

"Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?" Lin Wuming asked, "Ah, never mind, I already know..."

He remembered the two large packages of ingredients that Torafugu-Mitsuri had brought into the kitchen earlier. Based on a slight permutation and combination of the raw materials, and combined with the girl's preferences, tonight's menu was not difficult to determine.

Speaking of which, Torafugu-Mitsuri was mainly the one selecting the groceries when they went to the supermarket today. It seemed that she was already planning today's dinner at that time.

"Ah... I don't want to move..." Lin Wuming felt as if his body was glued to the sofa, and he had no motivation to stand up at all.

He suddenly missed the days when he was sitting in a wheelchair.

"What's wrong?" Torafugu-Mitsuri asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Lin Wuming shook his head, "I'm just lamenting a little—humans are truly contradictory creatures."

Before, when he was seriously injured and unable to move his hands and feet, and could only move around with a wheelchair, Lin Wuming was happily manipulating the wheelchair to run around, and even took on all the housework.

But now that his injuries have healed, Lin Wuming has found himself becoming lazy all of a sudden, and sometimes he really doesn't want to get up and do things.

He even had an impulse to push the wheelchair out of the room and sit on it again...

If he didn't think it was too improper to do so...

Lin Wuming shook his head and finally stood up steadily with the strength of his legs.

As he walked into the kitchen, the thoughts in Lin Wuming's mind had smoothly transitioned to the conflict and cooperation between the "body system" and the "Nen ability system".

Reviewing the experience of the battle with Komaba Rito today, Lin Wuming increasingly felt that his combat power after his injuries healed seemed to have decreased rather than increased compared to when he was in a wheelchair.

It was still that feeling—the body that could move freely after recovery, to a certain extent, became a constraint on Nen ability to exert its full strength.

While thinking this, Lin Wuming reached out and grabbed the kitchen knife, and at the same time, invisible Nen ability spread out menacingly, with more than a dozen "tentacles" filling the entire kitchen—

Picking vegetables, washing vegetables, rinsing rice, lighting the fire and heating the pot...

Each step was carried out in an orderly manner. Although there was only one person, it was as if a professional team was working together to prepare dinner.

However, this "professional team" was mixed with a novice who was not so skilled...

That was Lin Wuming himself, who was wielding the knife to cut vegetables.

Compared to the Nen ability tentacles that were skillfully cutting vegetables on the other side, Lin Wuming's "manual operation" seemed a bit tragic.

Not only were his movements unfamiliar and inefficient, but the shredded potatoes he cut were also of different sizes... No, they couldn't even be considered shredded potatoes, just relatively thin potato strips.

This time, it was truly a classic example of "the brain says it has learned, but the hands say they have failed to learn".

Of course, Lin Wuming had been a "chef" for so long after all, and if he took it seriously and did it well, his knife skills wouldn't be so bad.

It was really because his main energy was focused on manipulating the more than a dozen "tentacles" of Nen ability, and only a small part of his attention was focused on controlling his own hands.

It was like playing a difficult game that required a lot of skill while cutting vegetables with divided attention... It was already amazing that he didn't cut his own hand.

After his injuries healed, Lin Wuming's operation has always been to use Nen ability to assist his body's movements, improve accuracy and efficiency, so the kitchen cooking operations in the past few days have also been very smooth, and there have been no problems.

But strictly speaking, that approach was actually a shortcut, because neither the body itself nor the Nen ability exerted the ultimate power.

Therefore, in a limited output state such as cooking, Lin Wuming can still integrate the two, and use level 3 Nen ability to fully assist the body's movements, achieving an effect greater than one plus one equals two.

But once he encounters a situation that requires a full response—such as a fierce battle or other emergencies, this half-baked integration will reveal flaws, and even produce counterproductive interference.

"It's a troublesome problem..." Lin Wuming said with a headache.

Looking at the potato strips of varying thickness on the cutting board, Lin Wuming shook his head and casually tossed the kitchen knife upwards.

Immediately, a flexible Nen force tentacle grabbed the handle of the knife and began to skillfully cut the potato shreds.

The smoothness of the entire kitchen suddenly improved by a level. Like a precision machine running at full speed.

Lin Wuming took half a step back, looked at the busy and orderly scene in front of him, and then looked down at his hands.

He couldn't help but complain: "What's the use of these hands of mine..."

He might as well roll back and continue sitting in the wheelchair.

Because there was a "whole professional team" responsible for cooking, it only took a short time for Torafugu-Mitsuri and Lin Wuming to eat a hot dinner.

Although Lin Wuming had just complained in his heart that Torafugu-Mitsuri was a glutton, when he personally sat down at the dining table, he also felt that he could eat a lot.

There were two gluttons.

Plus Izumikawa Aiho, who couldn't go home for dinner due to overtime... When he welcomed Lin Wuming, the practice of cooking staple food with five electric rice cookers didn't seem to be a problem.

Thinking about it this way, the monthly food expenses for this family are actually not small, right?

After dinner, Torafugu-Mitsuri naturally cleaned up the dishes and sent them to the dishwasher.

Then she brewed tea again and brought it back to the low table in front of the sofa in the living room.

At this time, she didn't mind playing video games with Lin Wuming.

However, Lin Wuming did not touch any game equipment, but stood alone by the balcony window, as if thinking about something.

"Wuming, are you worried about something?" Torafugu-Mitsuri walked over and asked, "You seem to have been frowning since just now."

Lin Wuming said: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something."

"What is it?" Torafugu-Mitsuri came to his side, "I rarely see you looking so troubled."

"I'm thinking about whether to carry out intensive training." Lin Wuming explained the thoughts he had in the kitchen earlier, "I'm thinking, can I perfectly integrate physical strength and Nen ability—at least not to hold each other back at critical moments..."

But on the one hand, Lin Wuming didn't know where to start—this is where the benefits of professional researchers are reflected. If Lin Wuming had signed a contract with a professional and formal research institution, he would have received suggestions from professional researchers and a customized training plan, instead of thinking wildly here.

On the other hand, Lin Wuming himself didn't really want to work so hard anymore. His dream was to lie down and eat scholarships. It was really not in line with his philosophy to work hard and painstakingly cultivate.

Therefore, he was so tangled and troubled at this time.