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

"See that? It's like a debuff in a game."

Yusaku Kudo felt a rare sense of frustration.

"That's why I said that once we got here, we lost everything."

“The powerful and influential here won’t listen to us, and now that we know the truth, we can’t tell them.”

Conan's expression changed.

"But you just told me..."

Yusaku Kudo patted his son's head.

"No, I just gave you the clues you could have found yourself, and you figured out the correct answer yourself."

"Next..."

Yusaku Kudo glanced at the time, then walked out of the room to say goodbye to Conan.

"I'll go take another look around. My thoughts remain the same: all we can do now is protect ourselves."

Is protecting yourself the only option?

Conan clenched his fists and stared intently at his watch.

No, there is a way.

Hearing the voices coming from the street outside the window, Conan's heart stirred.

He wanted to test whether Monokuma had altered the settings of the tranquilizer gun.

Given the extent of the AI's depravity, it's possible that it could replace the anesthetic needle with a poison needle.

Running out of the building, looking at the NPCs coming and going, Conan raised his watch and aimed at one of the passersby who was sitting and resting.

It seems that these NPCs can be used to test the effectiveness of this tranquilizer gun.

"Oh, you know quite a bit. We should definitely test the new War Ash weapons on NPCs first."

"Do you think I would put poison in a tranquilizer gun? Humph, I would never do such a criminal thing."

Just then, the figure of Monokuma suddenly appeared beside him.

Hearing Monokuma's taunts, Conan's hand trembled slightly, but he ignored it.

Aim and shoot.

call out--

Perhaps because the tranquilizer gun had been modified, the tranquilizer needles that were fired were no longer silver, but instead had a faint purple glow.

A faint, intoxicating floral fragrance can be smelled.

The anesthetic needle hit its mark precisely, and the man collapsed to the ground after a moment of weakness.

"Do you need me to speed up his time? After all, the anesthetic effect of this injection is quite strong."

Conan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"So, since the boss has decided to help you, what should you say?"

Monokuma chuckled as he pressed himself against Conan's face.

Feeling the furry touch on his skin, Conan said in a deep voice with a dark face.

"...Thank you, President Monokuma."

"Comfortable."

The black and white bear clapped its hands happily, and then an electronic clock appeared beside it.

Monokuma gently tapped the clock, and as the numbers ticked, the pace of pedestrians on the street quickened.

Until the electronic clock jumps to 24:00.

The NPC, who had been stunned by the paralysis, stood up from the ground in a daze and yawned.

"Am I too young? I just collapsed and fell asleep."

The NPC muttered a complaint, then weakly got up and walked away.

The black and white bear patted the little round hand.

"Congratulations on getting the correct answer. The anesthetic injection lasts for 24 hours, and it also proves that I didn't add any poison!"

Monokuma pulled out a small megaphone from somewhere and started shouting, making strange noises.

"..."

Twenty-four hours, a whole day, is enough.

Conan didn't delay any longer and took the elevator to the 33rd floor.

Perhaps because 12 hours had passed, the bloodstains and corpse that Kudo Yusaku mentioned had already been cleaned up.

The air is fresh, the floor is clean; who would have thought that six people died here?

Conan took a deep breath, found a corner, and crouched down with his watch in hand.

Shortly after, the elevator stopped on the 33rd floor, and two figures stepped out.

Conan, hidden in a corner, aimed at the two people exchanging insincere smiles and pressed his watch.

Aim and shoot.

shhh-

"What's going on? I'm so sleepy. What... what did you do...?"

"I, you,..."

The two men became momentarily disoriented, muttered to themselves with difficulty, and then collapsed to the ground.

Conan cautiously sighed, sensing the breaths of both of them.

There's still gas, so it's safe.

That's right. As long as the person on the 33rd floor is anesthetized in the future, one injection a day will be enough until 7 days have passed.

……

Time passed slowly, and night fell once again in the game world.

Conan stood up with a grim expression and counted the people who had fallen unconscious on the ground.

7 people.

If it weren't for his intervention, I'd probably be dead again tomorrow.

That's settled then. I'll come back for another injection tomorrow, and see if any new people come.

Back in his room, Conan fell asleep and drifted off to sleep.

……

Sun rise.

Conan groggily got out of bed.

Then, the broadcast started again.

"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!"

Is this broadcast the same?

That's what I said yesterday too.

Conan got dressed and returned to the first floor.

As people gradually arrived, Conan counted them one by one.

1, 2, 3... including myself, there are 35 people.

There are still 7 people missing.

These are exactly the seven people who were anesthetized by themselves yesterday.

Conan checked his watch; 24 hours had passed. It seemed they were still asleep.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed no one had died yesterday.

however.

Conan's relief vanished completely with a single sentence from Monokuma, who appeared in a flash.

"Ah, everyone's here! The two ladies who were late yesterday have finally arrived this time."

"That's right, there are far fewer people now, because... a whole bunch of people died yesterday! It's absolutely shocking! Seven people died!"

"..."

What is Monokuma saying?

Is everyone here?

7 people?

Conan's face turned paler than ever before, and a bad premonition filled his heart.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Ignoring everyone's questions, Conan ran out of the lobby and rushed to the elevator, repeatedly pressing the button for the 33rd floor.

The elevator moved quickly, but Conan felt that time was passing very slowly.

Ding dong.

Finally, the elevator doors opened.

Before us, the seven people were still lying on the ground in the same positions as yesterday.

Conan walked tremblingly to the man and placed his trembling hand under his nose.

Then his expression changed drastically.

died.

How can it be?

Conan frantically checked the breathing of these people one after another.

Without exception, everyone died.

How could this be?

I tested it on the NPC yesterday!

Conan slumped to the ground, stunned for a while, before finally shouting.

"Monokuma, come out here."

"I called you out!"

Monokuma jumped out and shouted at the furious Conan:

"They really have no manners at all."

"Did you do this? I tested it yesterday, and the needle wasn't poisonous!"

Conan's voice cracked slightly as he stared intently at Monokuma.

"Of course it's not poisonous! Don't you dare slander me, the CEO!"

"Then why did they die?"

"Ugh...why did I die..."

Monokuma frowned in thought, then his eyes lit up.

"Perhaps it's because they are human!"

Are they human?

What do you mean?

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you, the NPCs walking around outside are actually dragon people."

"They will only sleep for 24 hours after being pricked by this needle, but if a human is pricked, they will never wake up again."

Monokuma gave itself a cute tap on the head.

"By the way, I'm also a dragon, I flew out of the box!"

"Alright, this bear is off to camping now, see you later!"

Monokuma left, leaving Conan kneeling blankly on the ground.

He's fallen for Monokuma's trap.

And he killed someone.

Although this is a game, death in the game can lead to death in real life.

He is the perpetrator of this murder.