blogombal Chapter 125 What kind of person is N?
Chapter 125 What kind of person is N?
Chapter 125 What kind of person is N?
A gentle voice drifted into the room from outside the window—
"Heart Bat, please use your telekinesis to open the window."
Azure immediately tensed up and looked at the detective who had jumped down from the table. Seeing the latter gently shake his head, he refrained from immediately sending Eevee and Ditto to defend against the enemy.
As the latch on the inner window slowly opened with a wave of telekinesis, the girl couldn't help but recall a passage from Hugo's so-called secret chamber lecture—
In the category of locked room tricks, locked rooms created by Pokémon psychic abilities are a distinct category.
The method of carrying out this trick is simple and crude: use superpowers to allow the prisoner to freely enter and exit the enclosed space; or use telekinesis to unlock the locking device, thereby helping the prisoner enter the secret room, and then use telekinesis to lock the room again after leaving.
This method is common in mystery novels in this world, and the way to crack it is also exceptionally simple—any release of a superpower skill will cause superpower fluctuations that are invisible to the naked eye but leave obvious traces, which can be detected by a fellow superpower holder or Pokémon with a little investigation.
The police have also prepared for this, and will immediately deploy Psychic-type Pokémon to assist in the investigation when encountering locked-room incidents.
Therefore, the superpowered secret room, like the secret room created by the Ghost-type Pokémon that can walk through walls, is a cliché trick that seems very strange at first glance, but is extremely childish in the eyes of experts.
Just as the girl was distracted, Heart Bat had already opened the window smoothly, and the person outside calmly stepped into the room where the detective and his assistant were.
Surprisingly, the blue bat that brought the green-haired youth did not enter the house, nor did the youth take out a Poké Ball to put it back in. He simply waved his hand, and the heart-bat nodded and flew back into the distant night.
"It seems our client shares a similar perspective on this matter?"
The detective leaned against the table, not as nervous as Azure, but simply scanned the uninvited guest from head to toe, tentatively asking questions.
"I certainly have my own opinions, but please allow me to introduce myself first."
The guest removed his black and white baseball cap and gave a standard bow.
"Nice to meet you, Lord Hugo, Lord Azure, good evening. My name is N, and I am currently a traveler on the continent. Like you, I am investigating the truth behind the explosion at the Liyong Power Plant."
N's greetings were textbook-perfect, methodical, and his demeanor could even be described as somewhat humble.
But in Bilan's eyes, these actions, performed by a stranger who had trespassed into a guest room, carried an air of arrogance and fearlessness.
So she instinctively asked, "How did you find our place? Why did you come here?"
The young man named N smiled warmly and replied gently, "The Pokémon around here told me that you two seem to be a very interesting pair in their eyes, and they are quite impressed with that. I was also very curious about the detective duo that Miss Douzi mentioned, so I had them lead the way here."
"Then why didn't Douzi get together with you? Introducing each other through friends is a more common-sense way of socializing, isn't it?"
Seeing that Azure was asking about N's purpose, Hugo seized the opportunity to interject with questions, pointing out the irrationality of the current situation.
"Hmm...a social activity?"
As if he had heard some unfamiliar or difficult words, N scratched his light green hair in annoyance: "I'm sorry, I don't know much about this. I'm very sorry if my behavior has bothered you."
"Sigh, whether it's you or Telt, lately I keep running into guys who don't like to answer questions directly."
The detective clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then simply pointed at the green-haired youth in front of him and bluntly stated the other party's purpose—
"You came here tonight alone, having sent Douzi away, with the intention of abandoning her to investigate the truth behind the explosion. Besides exchanging information with us, you also have another plan: to cancel the mission and urge us to leave Liyong City as soon as possible!"
The green-haired youth was startled by Hugo's sudden attack, and the look of astonishment on his face betrayed his inner thoughts, practically screaming "How did you know?"
How did I know?
Although anyone with eyes could see N's confusion at this moment, pointing it out directly was another matter entirely.
The green-haired youth's thoughts were once again guessed, causing him to become increasingly flustered, and his composure from his initial appearance vanished completely.
In the cramped single room, the momentum quietly returned to the detective's hands.
Azure saw the detective give a cold, aggressive laugh, pointing to the pendant at the young man's waist—
"The Menger sponge, a topological model that exists only in theory, has an infinitely large surface area and a volume close to zero. This is a toy you bought for yourself, and in a sense, it is also a kind of self-projected beacon. You, who like this kind of item, naturally live in a rational world, so you would not visit it without reason or simply to satisfy your curiosity—that would go against the personality you have shown."
Hugo spread his hands and began to reason logically and clearly using the process of elimination—
“Since it’s not a whim, what else could a client want from a detective? It’s either to exchange information or to cancel the investigation. And if your goal is only the former, there’s no need to send Douzi away and meet with us alone.”
Azure suddenly realized what was going on and looked at the green-haired youth in front of her with even more confusion.
However, the detective's reasoning did not stop there—
"So what kind of person are you, Your Excellency? I have collected descriptions of you from your followers. In their minds, you, dressed in white and able to talk to Pokémon, are like a saint who can bring miracles, cure diseases, stop droughts, walk on water, and feed five hundred people with two berries and five biscuits—"
“No, I didn’t…” N seemed to want to explain, but was interrupted by Hugo.
"Of course you're not that kind of saint. Someone who can perform miracles doesn't need to hire detectives. With that kind of effort, it would be much better to just revive the Pokémon that were blown up. In fact, it wasn't until I saw what you were wearing when you appeared that I realized what kind of person you, N, Nachoran Halmonia Gropius, the Team Plasma prince named 'Nature,' really are."
"What kind of person am I?"
N, whose full name had been called out, repeated the detective's probing question with some confusion.
"You have a powerful guardian and two sisters who are not related by blood. This is quite easy to deduce, it just requires a little dynamic vision—"
The detective pointed to the object in N's hand.
"The inside back of the baseball cap you took off has a three-part full name written on it, with the first word being your self-designation, so it must be your full name. The question is, who has the right to write this name on your hat? Of course, it can only be your parents, because you prefer the code name 'N' to your full name. If you wrote your own name, it wouldn't be so long. Your hat is neat and clean, so it can't be a childhood keepsake. Therefore, it must have been bought for you by your guardian in recent years, and they solemnly wrote your name on it. And even at night, you subconsciously wear a hat when you go out, which means that wearing a hat may have been a habit for you for many years. Your guardian brings you a new hat with your disliked full name written on it, and you obediently put it on—what kind of family relationship can we see from this?"
The detective held up a finger and shook his head slightly: "You know what? The act of writing one's name is often a manifestation of a desire for control. And writing one's own name versus writing someone else's name represents an uncontrollable desire to dominate."
“N, you may be a saint, but you are just a clay idol on an altar; you may be a prince, but there is an emperor with all the power in your kingdom; you may consider yourself free now, but your thoughts and ideas are all circling in the palm of someone’s hand.”