Why! Why did my father look like this? Holding the hands of the full-fruit elf woman lying on the ground, the elf swordsman was different from the calm look he usually saw, and his eyes were filled with tears.

The elf swordsman looked up at the ceiling, his eyes not on anyone at the scene, so it was more like a roar at the injustice of the sky.

Calm down, would you just accidentally make a mistake? It is undeniable that the elf woman who suddenly appeared in front of you was somewhat similar to the facial features of the messenger representative, but it is quite difficult to let everyone accept that the messenger representative was sexually transferred. At least some people tried to explain all this with misunderstandings.

No, he is my father, I can recognize him even if he changes his appearance. The elf swordsman was crying in his tone, and he pointed his other empty hand at his right chest with a trembling voice: his father had a star-shaped birthmark on this part of his chest, and I just saw it, and the two were exactly the same.

Facing the elves swordsman who was vaguely semi-destructive, the members of the envoys could not speak, so they had to choose to remain silent.

I probably had some clues about why the messenger representative was sexually transferred. Seeing that the scene was immersed in a sad atmosphere, I actually couldn't bear to interrupt the elves to remember the past, but if I didn't interrupt at this time, there might be no suitable opportunity to explain it next, so I raised my hand and attracted the attention of the elves.

What happened to his father? He used a knee pillow to place the semi-unconscious messenger representative (female), the elf swordsman - remember that he was called Forgolere by his father, and was looking at me nervously.

In fact, if you tell the truth, this name is really full of complaints. I remember that in a comic I read when I was a child, there was a character named Folgaole. However, the background setting of the person is an internationally renowned comedian, and the elf swordsman in front of me is a stage drama actor who is not even a full-time job.

Well, the character in the comic also has a theme song. I remember it is called Steel's Forgole, but because the lyrics are too brainwashed, I will recall it any time I accidentally turn it back, so I don't want to recall it at all.

Since you have asked, I will tell you, the Forgolese of Steel.

Who? Forgrey, who was put on my shoulder, didn't react for a moment.

Don't mind, in short, let me think about where to start. Standing up, I put my fist on my chin, and after a moment of contemplative posture, I snapped my fingers: Okay, please lend me your eyes now. The first step in the detective reasoning game is naturally to investigate the crime scene and search for clues that may be left by the criminal... Let's see, the most suspicious evidence here is naturally this sarcoma that has been broken from the inside.

It was probably because the style of the painting was jumping too fast, and no elf could keep up with my thinking. Everyone looked at each other and didn't know how to cooperate at all, which made me have to continue singing a solo show alone and push the plot forward.

OK, now the question is, what is this sarcoma used for? I carried my hands behind my back, walked slowly towards the sarcoma, and then counted silently for three seconds. Unexpectedly, I turned around and used my hands to shoot out the gun gesture, aimed at an elf in one of the envoys and said: Brother Maori, what do you think?

Uh, am I? After looking around, I found that I was the target of my question. The unlucky elf who became a brother Maori was not very confident: Then first assume that the woman in front of me is really a messenger representative. The messenger representative, who was originally a male, will now appear in the body of a female. If the messenger representative has been in this sarcoma after disappearing at the celebration banquet, then based on this calculation, it is very likely that this sarcoma has the function of restricting the gender of the target?

Well, overall, it is quite logical. I nodded with consent: Let's applaud and thank Brother Maori for his reasoning. Next is the autopsy that I like, uh, tumor test? Forget it, it's all about the same thing anyway, so I'll ask you later, Brother Takagi... Damn, you guys are running away!

I wanted to catch someone casually, but none of the members of the elves were fools. As soon as I reached out my hand, the elves who were originally gathered together immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fearing that they would become the next one to be caught alternately.

However, the elves named Maori Brother and the mother and son who were named before stayed in place. The former was because they had been shot, while the latter two were responsible for playing the deceased, while the other was the family of the deceased. They all had their own identities, so naturally they didn't have to worry about being captured from other roles.

Well, it’s a good thing that you dare to ask for tentacle cultivation techniques in the contract conditions of the alliance, but you don’t even have the opportunity to get close to the contact. I found that I couldn’t catch the prey, so I had to spread my hands, scratch my head helplessly, and simply served as a forensics department staff.

I have no one now, but the detectives don’t need these, but they don’t need these, just simulate the template and then prepare them.

Conan's Eye＞Elemental Eye.

Conan's Hand > Gloves with evil spirits.

Conan's nose > mild nasal congestion deliberately caused by isolating the inside of the mother's nest.

Conan's ear> From time to time, I heard the elves' whispers and the keen hearing.

Conan's Heart > The Soul of Middle Second.

Conan's Hawaii > The law is added to you and do whatever you want.

Except for the fat squad who did not take out Luvika's head and enter the sub-god mode, I almost all the gain states I wanted. With this blessing, the Elf Envoy Group seemed to feel the pressure caused by the gap in realm. In fact, I personally can't feel whether there is such a thing, but seeing that they are facing a great enemy, I can only treat it as the halo effect of unlocking the aura of the king and domineering aura.

With all the bonuses, when I touched the sarcoma with my hands, I only knew the most helpful information for solving the status quo.

With my back facing the elves and envoys, I slowly distanced myself from the sarcoma, groped in my pocket for a while, took out the love species, and spoke in a steady tone: Is Beatrice? What is the function of the sarcoma you threw in the punishment room? I remember that I didn't have this thing when I came last time.

(Damn it's mentally retarded!)

I held my head high and observed the lines on the flesh wall. I pretended to be calm and pretended not to hear the roar from behind at all.
Chapter completed!