Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

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What Amuro Tooru doesn't know yet is...

On live television outside.

His real name and his real profession were thoughtfully marked by Monokuma.

Even the actions of stealing the Entrepreneur C sticker were slowed down by Monokuma.

Although Monokuma told Gin that he had blurred out the names of all the organization members.

However, Bourbon and Kiel were the only characters whose faces were not blurred by Monokuma...

Inside a local police station.

The burly man wearing an eye patch watched the scene on the screen and picked up the landline phone on the table.

After dialing a number, he said heavily:

“Send someone into the Mika City Hall and retrieve the bundle as soon as he comes out.”

"The plan has failed. After the incident, we will take control of all those people."

The man hung up the phone and rubbed his head in frustration.

The press conference afterward needs to consider the issue of justice.

……

In the game world.

Conan gripped his hair tightly.

The detective difficulty of these events is probably similar to that of cracking Qi Ming's previous modus operandi.

I have absolutely no clue.

"Dad... Mr. Kudo, what are your thoughts now?"

Conan sighed deeply, his unusual dejection turning his gaze to Yusaku Kudo.

This case is beyond his ability to handle.

Yusaku Kudo stroked his chin and spoke slowly after a while.

"To be honest, I have absolutely no clue what to do right now."

"……Eh?"

Yusaku Kudo looked around at his surroundings.

"Conan, you should also know that since we came to this game world, our sense of touch, sense of smell, and everything else about us has been controlled by computers."

"Similarly, everything in this game is also seen by Monokuma."

"We lost the moment we entered this place."

With that, Yusaku Kudo walked out of the office lobby.

"Conan, Mori, all we need to do for now is protect ourselves. The more we think, the more likely we are to run into trouble."

Conan stared blankly at Yusaku Kudo's departing figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he knew how strong his father's reasoning ability was.

Even he was helpless and could only try to protect himself, so what could I do?

"...Damn it, even if we can't find the murderer, isn't there any other way to stop the situation from getting worse?"

Another part of the building.

A politician is holding his phone while waiting for the elevator.

He found the phone in a room.

Not only that, he also found a uniquely shaped pistol.

The politician hesitated before putting the pistol in his pocket.

Although I don't intend to kill anyone, if someone tries to kill me, I should at least defend myself, right?

My attention returned to my phone.

He had intended to use it to call the police, but then realized that this was a game world.

There's no way around it, this place is just too realistic, it's practically no different from the real world.

He was thinking of looking for useful information on his phone.

At that moment, a text message was sent to the phone.

The content is very simple.

Go to the 33rd floor and reveal the secret you know about someone over the loudspeaker to clear the game and leave.

The sender is Monokuma.

The politician was startled, then his face lit up with elation.

We've found it!

A way to escape without killing anyone!

Ding dong.

The elevator arrived, and the politician stepped inside.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, an anxious voice rang out from outside, and the politician habitually pressed the open button.

"Thank you, thank you. Oh, it's Yamada."

"What a coincidence! What did you find there? Did you find a way to escape?"

Just like this hereditary system is connected by blood, almost everyone in this high-end circle knows each other.

The man in front of him was also a politician.

The man sighed, "It's not that easy to find. I was planning to go upstairs to see if there were any clues."

"Come on, which floor do you want to go to? I'll help you press the button."

"33nd Floor."

"..."

The politician paused for a moment, then nodded calmly before pressing the buttons for the 33rd and 29th floors.

The elevator doors slowly closed, just before they were about to shut.

The politician put his right hand into his pocket.

……

The clock in the game world ticks slowly.

Because the physical strength of a character in a game is the same as that in the real world.

When the time was about right, Monokuma's voice came over the loudspeaker.

Floors 5 through 7 are rest rooms; let them go back and rest as soon as possible.

Quite considerate.

Exhausted both mentally and physically, everyone chose to wash up and go to bed in their rooms.

As I drifted off to sleep, the sky in the game world soon brightened up again.

……

As if programmed, everyone who was sleeping suddenly opened their eyes.

Then the broadcast started.

"Urgent notice! Urgent notice! Please assemble immediately in the lobby on the first floor!"

"If you don't come, you'll have to bear the consequences!"

Hearing the clearly threatening tone, no one dared to delay and quickly changed their clothes and came to the lobby on the first floor.

"Why does it feel like the number of people is off?"

Conan looked around in confusion.

2, 4, 6...41?

If we don't count the three people who died yesterday, there should be 47 of them now!

Why are six people missing? Are they asleep...?

Conan's eyes widened involuntarily.

47?

If you subtract 3 people from 51 people, shouldn't it be 48 people?

Why would he think there are 47 people?

Conan lowered his head in confusion, feeling that his memories were somewhat strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

At that moment, Monokuma's voice rang out.

"It seems everyone has noticed that there are unusually few people here today."

Monokuma sighed.

"Because those people are all dead, and their bodies are still on the spot... Don't doubt me, I would never kill anyone."

"Looks like we can't work again today. Hopefully you can find the culprit."

Monokuma paused for a moment, then asked the group.

"Have you found the murderer who killed the Japanese singer yesterday?"

No one responded.

They were still thinking about what Monokuma had just said.

If someone died, does that mean that some of them took action in order to escape?

The crowd's minds began to stir again.

not good.

Beads of sweat appeared on Conan's forehead.

He really felt that the situation was getting worse and worse.

If we don't find a solution...

Conan frowned, glancing unintentionally at his watch.

Then his expression suddenly froze.

[This bear modified your watch into an unlimited tranquilizer dart version]

He recalled what Monokuma had said to him during their private chat.

To prevent them from killing each other, he could have simply anesthetized everyone.

Want to do it?

Conan gritted his teeth and buried his head.

Do it.