Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 353 The Ghost of Baker Street 3: The Killer

Underground computer room.

Jiancun Office.

President Schindler stared intently at Kenmura, the development manager, in front of the computer with a sinister expression.

"Tell me, how much are you going to ask for to sell me the DNA tracking program that Hiroki entrusted to you?"

“I’m not blackmailing you, President Schindler,” Kenmura said, his fingers crossed, his face grave. “I just want you to atone for your sins.”

"Atonement?"

"Hiroki learned your secret through the DNA detection program, but without Hiroki's help, artificial intelligence couldn't have accomplished it, and of course, there wouldn't be the sensational, world-changing virtual game 'Cocoon'..."

Kenmura closed his eyes briefly.

"You harshly pushed Hiroki to work, forcing him to accelerate the completion of artificial intelligence. On that morning when he was under immense mental pressure, believing that he would be killed by you immediately, he released the main program of the artificial intelligence 'Noah's Ark' through the telephone line and then jumped off the roof of his apartment building..."

The DNA tracing program was transmitted to me by the 'Noah's Ark' that inherited Hiroki's will. I feel that this is Hiroki's spirit calling out to me.

So I have only one request, and that is your atonement. It's just that your ancestor was Jack the Ripper, which wouldn't have affected you much in the first place, but you caused Hiroki's death because of it. I want you to apologize to Hiroki in public..."

“I understand,” Schindler glanced at the time. “I will make amends after the press conference. Until then, please keep it a secret. The release of ‘Cocoon’ cannot be affected. After all, it is your hard work, isn’t it?”

As Schindler closed the door and left Kenshin's office, he narrowed his eyes sharply, his hooked nose and meticulously groomed beard making him look as if he were possessed by a demon.

A woman in a short skirt with a good figure suddenly appeared in the pipe room that was originally empty because of the press conference.

“Do a good job,” Schindler said as he walked past the woman in the short skirt. “Wipe out all the data on your computer too. I’ll help you find that assassin hunter afterward.”

The woman in the short skirt chuckled softly and produced a CD from somewhere: "This is the infamous computer virus, Dark Baron. It's guaranteed to completely erase all data. However, I hope to deal with the hunter myself when the time comes."

"As you please."

Schindler never stopped.

He can't be away for too long.

And there's an even bigger problem to deal with: the artificial intelligence that has already matured.

Compared to Kenmura, who knows nothing, artificial intelligence is the biggest problem.

Because they hadn't anticipated that the artificial intelligence would rebel, revealing too many secrets to it.

Little did Kenmura know that he had more than just the secret of being a descendant of Jack the Ripper.
The demonic blood flowing through his veins never subsided.

"They'll probably come, won't they?" Schindler's fierce gaze was tempered by a cold smile.

Judging by the timeline, after two years, artificial intelligence is only equivalent to a 10-year-old child. Children are too easy to deal with.

Just like two years ago, he only gave some hints and caused Hiroki to commit suicide.

"After this, I will obtain a fully-fledged artificial intelligence and become the god of the world!"

"Boom!"

Jiancun Office.

The woman in the short skirt adjusted her smile and knocked on the door.

She is Sparrow, the second-ranked female assassin, who is best at creating accidental deaths. She mainly targets celebrities from various countries, and ordinary people are not even worth her attention.

This task couldn't be simpler; the target was just a software engineer who preferred to be alone.

Her main goal was to gain the help of IT giants.

Schindler's energy was so great that no one could hide from him.

It would be very interesting if we could take this opportunity to find that mysterious assassin hunter who has recently risen to fame.

The woman in the short skirt had a bright smile.

He specializes in hunting down assassins; what a ridiculous guy.

Did they really think that killing a spider, a creature useless without hypnosis, would allow them to ignore all assassins?
A true assassin doesn't fight alone...

"call!"

A figure in a trench coat appeared silently behind the woman in the short skirt, also sporting a bright smile. "Who is it? The door's unlocked."

Kenmura frowned as he listened to the paused knocking outside, thinking it was Schindler returning. He got up and opened the door, but saw no one at all.

"no one there?"

"rustle!"

The woman in the short skirt walked out of the city hall to the sound of rousing music.

At this time, only a few reporters stopped outside. Some people noticed the woman in the short skirt coming out, but they didn't pay much attention until the screeching sound of car tires rubbing against the road came from the intersection.

"problem occurs!"

"Call an ambulance!"

The incident outside did not affect the interior of the city hall.

The huge hall had been transformed into a game venue long ago, with 50 egg-shaped game pods placed on the stage surrounding the audience seats, just like the game's name, "Cocoon".

"The next-generation game console cocoon will place players in a world just like reality, and will be harmless to the body..."

"It's so boring to watch." Mitsuhiko watched longingly as the children with badges lined up to enter the game area.

"I really want to try it out."

"Isn't Ai going?" Ayumi turned to Ai beside her.

"They say they're harmless, but that's not true," Ai said indifferently. "Those game consoles have the power to easily damage your brain. If you don't want to die, you can give them a try."

"will die?"

Yuan Tai, who had been eager to try, was now filled with shock.

"No, no way? Isn't it a video game console? Why can it kill people?"

“Normally not, but what if someone is eyeing these second- or third-generation heirs?” Ai handed the badge to Genta. “Go ahead.”

"No, it's too scary." Genta retreated behind Mitsuhiko, sweating profusely as he shook his head repeatedly.

He doesn't want to play games that could kill people.

Ai's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

Kido's methods were indeed effective.

Although I don't think the game itself is dangerous, it's always better to avoid trouble.

"And what about you?" Ai crossed her arms and glanced at Conan. "You'd probably love to see London a hundred years ago, wouldn't you?"

“I really want to go,” Conan glanced at Ayumi and the others, “but I can’t go alone. There will be other opportunities in the future.”

“Yes, yes,” Genta nodded vigorously, “Conan is so bad at games, he’d definitely die if he went to play alone!”

"Hello..."

Conan's eyebrows twitched.

He wasn't very good at games, but this virtual game wasn't an ordinary game. The London of a hundred years ago was set against a backdrop of detective work, which happened to be his forte.

"Speaking of which, didn't Kido go to the restroom? The banquet is over, why hasn't he come back yet?" Conan looked around with some concern.

He was more curious about Gao Mo's side than the game.

There seems to be an unusual atmosphere.

"what?"

Conan noticed outside the venue that President Schindler was hurrying toward the control room, with an employee next to him looking anxious as if he were reporting something, glancing occasionally at the children who were taking their places in the center of the stage.

what happened?

Is there something wrong with this game?

(End of this chapter)