"When they stapled nails into my hand, where were you?"
"When they slapped me, where were you?"
"During every lonely, endless night, when I hid under the covers and silently licked my wounds, where were you then?"
Although her face had turned into dry tree bark, Zhao Bai could still feel the accusation piercing straight into his soul. He froze for a moment, then immediately shook his head, refusing to fall for it.
A chef from the Far East, and she wanted him to deal with high school bullying in Sky City?
That was utterly ridiculous, bro.
She continued, "You weren't there when they bullied me. I fought back and made them taste the same suffering. Now, they'll never bully anyone again."
"You call that fighting back?"
Bronya pondered as she crouched down and examined the dead branches with a magnifying glass, trying to find a trace of humanity in the dried bark. "Bronya believes that fighting back means hitting back openly and honestly with your fists—tooth for tooth, blood for blood, fist for fist. You keep claiming that you were fighting back, but it was really just your vile heart at work."
"You brought them home, injected them with parasitic plant seeds, and watched them slowly grow and sprout. Besides the joy of revenge, you must have felt many other things, right?"
Why was Bronya so talkative today?
Zhao Bai stared at her strangely, sensing that something was off.
Bronya stood up and gently bit down on the black pipe in her mouth. It looked somewhat inappropriate for children, but the pipe was actually made from melted candy—a reward she had received for completing the Detective Girl task.
A perfectly wholesome snack.
Seeing this, Zhao Bai suddenly understood.
Bronya had started playing the great detective again!
Everything she said