Super Detective in the Fictional World

said, “It’s impossible to mix them all together, but a few of each isn’t hard.”

In any case, he only needed to prepare the raw materials for the smart kitchenware at home.
He didn’t have to worry about anything else.

Actually, his pizzas tasted so-so.
He and Selina didn’t care for it especially and hardly ate it, so the taste of whatever pizza he made was naturally very ordinary.

When Mikey heard the latter half of Luke’s words, he turned around and looked at Donnie.
“Let’s change it.
You can still use your junk anyway.
At most, we’ll go to the dumpster and help you dig some out.”

Donnie looked conflicted.
He wanted parts and he also wanted pizza but he couldn’t have both.
This…

Looking at the four gluttons and recalling how Luke said that they were still kids, Selina suddenly sympathized with them.
“Dummies, consider the pizza a gift.
We’ll give that and the parts to you, alright?”

Ding! Four pairs of small green eyes immediately sparkled as they stared at her.

Mikey swallowed.
“Really?”

Selina looked at Luke suspiciously and whispered, “Did I say something wrong? Or has the price of pizza shot up recently?”

Luke didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He simply nodded at the four turtles.
“What Bastet said.”

Mikey and Raphael whooped.
For them, pizza was clearly more important than parts which couldn’t be eaten.

Even the most dependable Leo cracked a smile.
As for Donnie, who would have both, he was even happier and didn’t say anything.

Luke took out a phone and tossed it to Donnie.
“My contact and some information is in there.
You probably have a better understanding of this.
Once you get it, tell your master.
If he’s willing, we can meet sometime.”

Stumped for a moment, the four turtles were then alarmed.
“Not good, we have to hurry back, or Master will notice that we snuck out.” They were about to leave.

Mikey, however, suddenly turned around.
“Black Cat, I’m really a big fan of yours.
Can I have your autograph?”

Inside the mask, Selina rolled her eyes and threw a black rod at him.
At the same time, she turned off the multi-purpose rod’s defense mechanism via the virtual projection.
“No autograph.
Do you want this instead?”

Stunned for a moment, Mikey then exulted.
“Yes! Thank you, Black Cat.”

Selina said, “I’m Bastet.”

“Thank you, Sister Bastet,” Mikey immediately said.

Raphael looked at Luke.

Luke reached for his waist.
“I don’t have that.
This…”

He suddenly realized that except for Mikey, all the other turtles were staring at him.

Helpless, he felt around his waist again, and the three bat darts didn’t spin as he tossed them to Leo, Raphael, and Doni.
“Consider them souvenirs.”

They each held a bat dart, but none of the three turtles looked disappointed.

Although it wasn’t a weapon for them to use, it was a “souvenir” personally acknowledged by Batman, which was the same as the difference between a regular baseball and an autographed baseball.

In fact, these three bat darts were enchanted with credit points, and could really be considered to have been “autographed.”

Luke waved his hand.
“Hurry up and go.
Donnie, remember to read the information on the phone.”

The four turtles were elated.
Then, their expressions turned serious as they bowed and cupped their fists in a salute.
“Thank you, shihu, for your guidance.”

Luke’s lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything.
Where did they learn this half-baked Mandarin? He wasn’t the turtles’ master.

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