The Bad Works of Comics

"I have a huge knowledge of magic, but due to various restrictions, currently only chant and magic interfere."

Index shook her head and said so.

"Oh, so, it seems that you don't know magic either."

There was a smile on the corner of Kaito Kidd's mouth, and he said in his heart: I knew that such things as magic were invented by this child out of nothing.

"Don't look down on magical interference, it is also a kind of magic."

The silver-haired girl puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, and continued to explain,

"Because a magician must think and envision the magic command in his head before he can cast magic, so as long as the magician who is chanting is confused by various words or actions, it can hinder the magician's control of magic. .

It’s as if the person who is challenging the tongue twister can make his tongue twister go wrong as long as he says something upside down in his ear..."

Listening to the silver-haired girl talking about the 'magic' she thought existed, Kaitou Kidd felt a headache and interrupted,

"Wait, um, little sister...we don't discuss magic, magicians...although, you climbed to the top of the Tokyo Tower after parting with your friend, but the most urgent thing now is not to ask me to help you find you friend?"

"Correct me, I didn't climb to the top of that iron tower, but was teleported here by magic."

The silver-haired girl said methodically.

The silver-haired girl looks normal and cute, but what she says is not normal.

"Okay, I see." Kaitou Kidd said with a headache,

"By the way, what's your name? And who are your friends?"

"My name is Index." The girl who called herself Index said slowly,

"As you can see, I'm a priest, a nun. Ah, here's the point. Not the Vatican system, but the Puritan side of England."

"(INDEX) List of banned books? Clergy, nuns, Anglican Puritans?"

Phantom Thief Kid stared at Index, who was talking eloquently in front of him, without knowing why.

Because Phantom Thief Kidd couldn't understand what Index said at all, he already suspected, no...he was sure that the girl had a brain problem.

"Hmm... about the Index of Prohibited Books (INDEX), it's a bit difficult to explain for a while. Ah, by the way, my magic name is Dedicatus545." Index explained in such a simple way.

"There is even a magic name. By the way, Dedicatus545, if I remember correctly, it should be in Latin."

Kaitou Kidd said something casually.

"I didn't expect you to know Latin?" Index looked at Kaitou Kidd in surprise, then nodded,

"Well, the original meaning of Dedicatus545 is: dedication, and the meaning it entrusts is "a dedicated lamb guards the knowledge of the strong."

"I see, it sounds quite meaningful." Kaitou Kidd said casually.

What I thought in my heart was: Sure enough, this child has a very deep second-grade illness.

The child fantasizes about stories, beautified experiences, and great performances in which he is the protagonist, and is happy to gain approval, but feels irritated and disgusted by opponents, which can be summarized as incomprehension.

When encountering social setbacks, gain psychological balance from the shortcomings of the other party, and sometimes fantasize about situations beyond objective reality, such as the outside world is black.

Most of the time is alone in front of the computer, ignoring the reality of human relationships.

She said that she only knew the spell herself, and imitated anime characters to make a self-important look, and she thought she was a "special existence".

For them, living in this layer of self-made cocoon is the most comfortable.

Things like magic must have been imagined by her.

Kaitou Kidd muttered to himself.

On the other hand, Index continued,

"The friend I'm looking for is Last Work. This is her name. A girl who is about my age. She and I both live in the home of a capable person in Academy City."

"Academy City? There are still capable people?" Phantom Thief Kidd asked strangely, "What are those?"

"Academy City is Academy City. Aren't capable people what people in your city call them?" Index said as it should.

Is there a place name called Academy City here in Tokyo?Probably not.

Kaitou Kidd thought for a while and said,

"Little sister, do you have any misunderstandings? This is Tokyo, and there is no Academy City or that ability user."

"You're lying to me again."

Index was in a bad mood.

"I do not have."

Kaito Kidd shook his head.

"You have……"

"I do not have."

"you……"

This silver-haired girl is like a little wild cat with fried hair, you can't reason with her, after all, she is a second-school patient.

Kaitou Kidd understands that "secondary patients" are happy to gain recognition from others by expressing themselves, and especially like to compare themselves with others in some unimportant things to gain a sense of superiority and self-confidence.

If there are naysayers, they feel irritated, disgusted, and misunderstood.

"Okay, I got it." Phantom Thief Kidd had a headache, and immediately stopped the silver-haired girl who was about to say something again with his hands.

"You'd better tell me quickly, your friend's information, so that I can find her quickly."

That's right, I have to send this child with chuunibha to her family or friends as soon as possible.

"My friend, she is the last work, and she is usually called Misaka Misaka, this is her mouth fetish..."

"Wait a minute, Misaka? Have you heard of it somewhere?"

After Kaitou Kid heard the word Misaka, he froze for a moment and said.

"What?" Index asked with surprise, "Have you seen her?"

"Yeah." Kaitou Kidd nodded slightly, and then said,

"If it's a girl who calls herself Misaka Misaka, has tea hair, and is about your age, I seem to have seen it."

"That's great, where is she?"

Index jumped up happily, "Mr. Phantom Thief, why don't you take me to see her?"

Kaitou Kidd wandered his eyes for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

He was beaten up by that little girl with strange strength just now. It's not easy to say such a shameful thing.

"I said, are you listening to what I have to say?"

Looking at Phantom Thief Kid who has been in a stiff state, Index seems to be expressing her dissatisfaction.

The Kaitou Kidd came back to his senses, and said to Index, "We did meet once not long ago, but now, I think your friend is probably not there anymore."

"That's it. What should we do then?" Index looked at Kaitou Kid with helpless eyes.

Although Kaitou Kidd knows very well that he can't say that he fully believes what Index said just now is unreasonable, but he can't just sit idly by. After all, this kid has a second-degree illness and lives in his own worldview .

The Kaitou Kidd, has imagined that a girl with a second-class illness, ran away from home for some unknown reason, and climbed up to the Tokyo Tower without knowing the danger.

After all, such a dangerous thing can only be done by people with abnormal brains.

Listening to Index's expression of talking about magic, the church, Academy City, etc., Kaito Kidd knew that the child was seriously ill.

If left unattended, this child will still do dangerous things, it will be bad.

Really, why do I, a phantom thief, want to worry about the police.

Having said that, I have already promised her that if I want to help her find her friends or family members, I will never lose my word.

Phantom Thief Kid looked at Index with almost pity eyes,

"I see, Index. I'll help you find your friend."

"Thank you Mr. Phantom Thief, may the Lord bless you."

Index made several religious gestures on her chest, seemingly praying for blessings.

At this moment, with her gorgeous silver hair, pure green pupils, and fair and pretty facial features, Index looked like an angel, very trustworthy.

This girl looks very cute, but it's a pity that her head is not normal.

Seeing this scene, Kaitou Kidd couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

Chapter 280 Chapter 240 Playing Stupid Misaka Misaka Misaka

Late at night, in Tokyo, in a certain apartment.

Miwako Sato came to her residence with her last work.

He opened the door of the entrance, turned on the switch on the corner, and suddenly, the lights in the room lit up.

The last work blinked, looked at the shelter in front of him, and was stunned for a while.

Because wherever Misaka looked, there were messy items.

Unknown books, newspapers, snacks from torn bags, canned beer, cosmetic boxes are placed on the sofa and coffee table...

On the wall directly opposite the living room, there is an old TV set full of cracks, and the white refrigerator in the corner is covered with dust and stains, and there is a broken broom next to the refrigerator...

On the brown-red floor, there are a pile of unpacked cardboard boxes, women's shoes, hair dryers and some miscellaneous daily necessities...

At the door of the entrance, on the wall next to it, there are still a few hooks, and black skirts, towels, stockings are hung crookedly...

All of this makes the last work feel ashamed. This heroic police officer Sato has such a sloppy life behind his back.

All in all, it made Misaka feel less like coming to someone's house, and more like coming to a warehouse full of clutter.

By the way, Miwako Sato's residence is a small room of about [-] square meters.

These include a cluttered living room, a compact bathroom, a cooking nook, a bedroom and balcony.

At this time, Miwako Sato pushed away the sundries on the sofa with her hands, sat down on the soft sofa, spread her long legs, and muttered to herself,

"I'm so tired... Why do I feel so tired today? I probably received the task in the morning and didn't close the team until late at night... I didn't have a good rest... Plus, I met that girl on the road, huh? That child... "

Then, turning his head and glanced at the last work that was still standing in a daze, Miwako Sato waved and said,

"Little sister Misaka, come and sit down."

The last work settled down, glanced at Miwako Sato, who was not sitting in a ladylike posture, and said in a doubtful voice,

"Well, did Misaka Misaka come to the wrong place? Misaka Misaka looked at the person in front of her in confusion."

"That's right, Miss Misaka. This is my home, sister."

Miwako Sato didn't seem to understand the meaning expressed in the last work, she still kept smiling and said.

Seeing this, I felt speechless for a while, looking at the room that looked like a garbage dump, tilted my head, and said to Miwako Sato with a serious face,

"Is this sister Miwako's room? Why is it like a garbage dump... Misaka Misaka couldn't help but complain."

"The kid is talking nonsense, I just didn't clean up... Yes, I didn't clean up the housework today."

I saw that Miwako Sato bounced off the sofa quickly, and explained with a blushing face.

"Misaka, it looks like this is not just tidying up, it's not tidying up at all! Misaka Misaka pointed to the living room full of debris, and raised the crux of the problem."

Miwako Sato was embarrassed when she was pointed out in the last work, and she couldn't help explaining,

"Little sister Misaka. Think about it? As a police sister, I am so busy at work. In order to catch bad guys, I work day and night. How can I have extra time to clean the house?"

"Oh, is that really the case?" Misaka said in confusion.

"The last one tilted his head suspiciously, and Shui Lingling blinked twice.

"Of course you're right, my sister, it's hard work being a policeman."

Miwako Sato nodded vigorously with her eyes fixed.

Of course she would not say that she was usually lazy and her life at home was always casual, let alone doing housework. If she said that, it would damage her image and dignity as a policeman.

"In this case..." The Last Work nodded slightly,

"Then, sister Miwako, work harder in the days to come.