A Scientific Urban Detective

“Lunch is ready.” Huangquanchuan Aihui walked into the kitchen carrying a vegetable basket. “Wuming-kun just got home, so I won’t trouble you to cook today.”

“But why are there so many vegetables at the door?” Lin Wuming asked, while opening the pot lid to check the contents of the rice cooker.

There were rice and red bean rice in two smaller pots, and steamed buns, dumplings, and sparerib soup in the larger pot.

“Why is it almost all staple food?” Hu Feng Toumi, who followed in, couldn't help but complain, “Where are the vegetables?”

Huangquanchuan Aihui scratched her head and said embarrassedly: “After eating Wuming-kun’s cooking, I lost interest in cooking with a rice cooker.”

But she didn't think she could master other kitchen utensils besides the rice cooker, so she could only endure it temporarily and return to her original style.

Today is Lin Wuming’s discharge day, Huangquanchuan Aihui had already washed all his usual kitchen utensils in advance and bought a lot of fresh ingredients.

“Because I’m in a hurry today, I haven’t had time to process these vegetables…” Huangquanchuan Aihui looked away and explained.

“So these dishes are waiting for me to come back and cook them?” Lin Wuming said speechlessly.

“These are for dinner today.” Huangquanchuan Aihui admitted frankly, “I said it just now, lunch is ready.”

Looking at the five rice cookers filled with steam, Hu Feng Toumi and Lin Wuming said together: “Suddenly I don’t have much appetite…”

“Actually, the taste is not bad,” Huangquanchuan Aihui said disappointedly, “And there are cakes and snacks, so please bear with it?”

Lin Wuming immediately started to organize the kitchen utensils, while using his telekinesis to push the two women out of the kitchen: “Okay, I’ll enrich the table, stir-frying over high heat won’t take too long.”

The two women, one big and one small, returned to the living room and turned on the TV idly.

“Ah, it’s so lucky to live with Lin Wuming.” Hu Feng Toumi said.

Hu Feng Toumi couldn't help but think of her own situation. Doctor Sakurai also has good cooking skills, but she is so busy with her work that she sometimes wants to live directly in the hospital and rarely has time to go home.

Therefore, Hu Feng Toumi is used to going outside to find shops that suit her taste. It’s not that she can’t cook, but she’s just too lazy to cook alone—after all, not everyone has Lin Wuming’s telekinesis, which can make all kinds of housework so convenient and efficient.

Seeing Lin Wuming, a patient, busy in the kitchen alone, although she felt a little guilty, Hu Feng Toumi and Huangquanchuan Aihui felt relieved when they thought of his superb telekinetic ability.

That's why Hu Feng Toumi envies such a leisurely life.

“Anyway, my apartment is very big and there are empty rooms, why not move in and live together.” Huangquanchuan Aihui lay lazily on the sofa, “After all, I am your guardian now.”

“Forget it, thank you for your kindness.” Hu Feng Toumi refused without hesitation, “I will not give up my home with Teacher Sakurai!”

“Whatever~” Huangquanchuan Aihui yawned, touched the remote control, and changed the TV channels aimlessly.

In this leisurely and comfortable atmosphere, the ringtone of the mobile phone seemed particularly harsh.

The moment Huangquanchuan Aihui recognized the ringtone from the noisy music coming from the TV, she almost jumped up from the sofa reflexively.

“What happened again? Today is my day off!” After complaining, she suddenly came back to her senses, “It’s not my phone… then it’s okay.”

Then she slumped lazily on the sofa again.

Following the source of the ringtone, Huangquanchuan Aihui looked up at the kitchen.

“Wuming, is your phone ringing!”

The fire went out, and the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen stopped. The ringtone became clearer.

“It’s indeed mine!” Lin Wuming responded loudly.

Since getting the phone, Lin Wuming has not received any calls, nor has he made any calls with his phone, so he has forgotten that he still has this mobile communication device.

Even the ringtone of his mobile phone was so unfamiliar that it completely failed to attract his attention.

“Who would be looking for you?” Hu Feng Toumi asked, “A telemarketer?”

Lin Wuming, who came from the “remove the crude and retain the refined” group and was an experimental subject for a considerable period of time, had no friends to talk to at all.

“No,” Lin Wuming’s expression became serious, “It’s someone I know.”

He had just exchanged numbers not long ago with a girl registered as “Shokuhou Misaki” in his address book.

“I didn’t expect her to call at this time.” Muttering, Lin Wuming answered the phone.

“Excuse me, is this Lin Wuming-senpai?” The voice coming from the other side of the phone was not Shokuhou Misaki’s.

“Who are you?” Lin Wuming frowned, he was a little worried if something happened to Shokuhou Misaki.

“My name is Keizaku Misaki,” the other party replied, “Shokuhou Misaki gave me her phone and asked me to find you.”

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“Keizaku…” Lin Wuming suddenly understood, “I see, what do you need me for?”

Keizaku Misaki’s speech rate suddenly accelerated: “Wuming-senpai, we have a girl here in critical condition… she’s dying! Please come and help us, save Dolly! Shokuhou said you are our hero!”

“Dolly…” Hearing this name, Lin Wuming couldn’t help but sigh.

In fact, when he heard the name “Keizaku Misaki” just now, he had expected it, and now it was finally confirmed—it was still too late, the “Mass Production Ability User Project” had already begun and achieved its first result.

That is, Misaka No. 0’s “Dolly.”

“Dolly is…” The other party was about to explain, but was stopped by Lin Wuming.

“Quickly tell me your location, I’ll go there right away!”

“Eh?” She thought she would have to spend a lot of time explaining, but she didn’t expect Lin Wuming to agree so readily.

Keizaku Misaki was prepared and immediately told the detailed address of the research institute and sent a location coordinate to Lin Wuming’s email.

Lin Wuming didn’t delay at all, hung up the phone, and immediately took action…

—It’s really that smooth? Almost the same as what Shokuhou Misaki said.

On the contrary, Keizaku Misaki was still a little unbelievable—could it be that Lin Wuming is Shokuhou Misaki’s companion? Or, is he also someone she controls?

“Hmph, people don’t control Wuming-senpai.” Shokuhou Misaki said from the side.

“Then why would he be willing to help us?”

“Maybe it’s because he’s a hero?” Shokuhou Misaki shrugged, and then thought of the main plot she saw in the memory information, “Moreover, this time it’s ‘Misaka’ who needs to be saved.”