Youth Detective Alice Does Not Dream of Dice and War God

"May I ask, sir, what do you think of Miss Alice, the greatest detective of this century?" "Alice? It is said that she loves sweets. Although she is not even 1.5 Meters tall, she still puts boosting pads in her leather shoes to pretend that she is actually 1.5 Meters tall." "Hmm... Huh?" "By the way, she is actually 22 years old, but she seems to be quite concerned about her age." "Why... Why do you know so much?" "Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Sander Planni, Miss Alice's... Goon." Xander took off his hat, revealing his short black hair, smiled and saluted gracefully. How did you come to this world? That seemed like a long time ago. He keeps trying to find his way home, but... "There's a thief!" There was an exclamation, followed by a crisp sound, like glass beads sliding in a compass. 'Dingle bell' It was a sound that only Sander could hear. Time began to slow down. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man running, still holding the stolen leather bag in his hand. In fact, his intelligence is no worse than Alice's, at least that's what someone said, but compared to brainpower, Sander prefers to use the power of dice. 45/12 Success! The world is back in motion. Xander kicked the pebbles at his feet. The pebbles rolled on the bluestone ground and gradually slid towards the broom. The broom fell and hit the other person on the head. The man got up and knocked over the unstable shed. The shed collapsed, burying the thief on the ground. Quite relaxing, isn't it?