Chen Lin: Hey, kid, hurry home. This isn't a place for you.
Shen Liang: I should be saying that to you.
Chen Lin: You tricked me, kid.
Shen Liang: I didn't trick you. I warned you, but you insisted on eating it. How is that my fault? And you're supposed to be a college student.
Chen Lin: **.
Shen Liang: Right, we'll ** again.
Shen Liang: Professor, have Chen Lin, a junior, come help me out.
Chen Lin: Oh my god, how did an eight-year-old kid end up at a university?
Chen Lin: Why do I keep running into murder cases wherever I go? Shen Liang, be honest. Are you involved in something everywhere you go?
You're basically Conan, aren't you?
Shen Liang: I'm really not Conan.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
