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

Chapter 151 You see, I'm not dead. Perhaps he spoke too quickly. The man's face flushed slightly.

Seeing Qi Ming's dumbfounded expression, the man waved his hand with a wry smile.

"Sigh, never mind, maybe I'm just overthinking it. It's normal if you don't believe me. Well then, I won't bother you anymore. Maybe I really should see a psychiatrist."

"Wait a minute, brother, I believe you, I truly believe you."

Seeing the man about to leave, Qi Ming quickly raised his hand to stop him.

Then he spoke earnestly to the man.

Do you think it's possible that this world is actually a game?

"game?"

Qi Ming nodded, his face serious.

"Yes, that would explain what you saw, wouldn't it?"

"Then why did the technology become so outrageous after just one day of sleep? Isn't this just like a version update in a game?"

The man, feeling ashamed, scratched his head awkwardly.

"...Brother, now I know why you wanted to see a psychologist."

However, he always felt that Qi Ming's mental state was more worrying than his own.

But absurdly, he found that Qi Ming's words made a lot of sense.

Qi Ming glanced at the man, unsure whether it was because they were both Chinese or because they were destined to meet.

Qi Ming suppressed his heartache, took out his broom, and then reluctantly handed it to the man.

"Take this. Perhaps one day when you truly believe that this world is a game, you too can fly."

The man took the broom with a puzzled look on his face.

He felt that this broom looked a lot like the ones he had seen before.

Eh, that's not right.

How did he pull that broom out? I was thinking, I didn't even blink!

"Brother, may I ask your name?"

"Qi Ming, what about you?"

"Me? My name is... um, what's my name again?"

"6."

This person really should be sent to a mental hospital.

……

Watching the nameless man leave while playing with his broom, Qi Ming followed the security guard into the manor.

Upon arriving at the house door, the security guard rang the doorbell, smiled, and left.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

"Are you Mr. Qi Ming? I've been waiting for you. I've already heard the details from Shengshan."

The doctor extended his hand to Qi Ming with a gentlemanly smile, his demeanor very friendly.

The doctor was a Westerner and didn't look very old.

He was wearing a suit, and his blond hair was neatly combed, but his hairline looked rather unsightly.

Katsuyama, I think he's the director of a well-known hospital who survived yesterday.

"Hello."

“My name is Hannibal Lecter, Mr. Qi Ming, you can just call me Hannibal.”

Qi Ming was taken aback.

"……what?"

I have a feeling that I've been saying this word a bit more often since the version update.

It's like returning to a game you used to play, and it's said that returning players can quickly catch up with the main group.

Then they discovered that the game had been completely changed and was impossible to understand.

Hannibal noticed Qi Ming's unease, raised an eyebrow, and said casually.

"Mr. Qi Ming seems to know me?"

"Ah...do you have a brother named Hannibal?"

"Mr. Qi Ming is joking. I only have one sister in my family."

"is it?"

Hannibal led Qi Ming into the living room.

Instead of taking him to a private conference room as Qi Ming had expected, they led him to a dining table.

"Mr. Qi Ming, would you like to have a meal together? You are Shengshan's friend, and naturally, you are my friend as well."

On the table, the food on the plate was still steaming, so it seemed to have been cooked not long ago.

However, it seems there are only meat dishes and no vegetarian options.

Because of the psychologist's unique name, Qi Ming didn't know what animal's liver the plate contained.

I don't even know whose tenderloin it is.

Qi Ming swallowed hard, becoming unusually nervous, both physically and mentally.

"I'd better not eat it. I'm cutting out greasy food and trying to lose weight."

"Oh?"

Hannibal frowned and nodded.

"However, Mr. Qi Ming has a great physique, so I don't think you need to lose weight."

"Is it because something unpleasant has happened to you recently?"

Qi Ming pulled out a chair and sat down.

To prevent myself from overthinking, I decisively ignored the sentence preceding the Hannibal tablet.

"To be honest, nothing's bothering me, and I don't think I have any psychological problems at all."

"Haha."

Hannibal smiled. "I also think you look very healthy, Mr. Qi Ming."

"..."

Qi Ming's eye twitched.

Why do I always feel like this guy is lusting after my body? He's so healthy and fit.

“But then I received a phone call,” Hannibal said after a moment’s smile.

"I heard that Mr. Qi Ming views this world as a game? My previous guest also felt that this world was very unreal."

Qi Ming nodded, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

Hmm, very good, no anesthetic was used.

"It's not that I think so, but that's just how the truth should be."

Qi Ming spoke earnestly to Hanniban.

“I just talked to the person who walked out. Although he may not be mentally stable, his mind is definitely the sharpest. He can understand things immediately without needing anyone to remind him.”

"Doctor, do you think a person will die if they are shot in the head?"

Qi Ming looked at Hanni and asked seriously.

Hannibal stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Hmm, that probably depends on what kind of gun it is?"

"For example, Barrett."

This person seems to have serious psychological problems, Hannibal thought.

However, he still smiled calmly on the surface.

"Mr. Qi Ming, you must be referring to the Beretta, right? With the power of the pistol and the attenuation over distance, a shot to the head might indeed not kill."

"No, no, no, it's Barrett."

Qi Ming shook his head and, to Hannibal's astonishment, pulled out a large black-barreled gun and placed it on the table.

"What would happen if you shot someone in the head with this thing?"

Hannibal paused for a moment before giving his answer.

"Anti-materiel weapons can shatter even steel, let alone a person."

"That's generally how it is, but it's different in games."

Qi Ming then pulled out a blue dagger and gripped it.

Then he pressed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger with his other hand while Hannibal looked on in bewilderment.

boom!

The scene of the head exploding did not occur.

The bullet, the size of a palm, clearly hit Qi Ming in the forehead.

But the bullet didn't penetrate, nor did it flatten due to the impact; it simply disappeared the instant it made contact with Qi Ming's flesh.

Qi Ming was still sitting there unharmed.

If it weren't for the lingering smoke and the strong smell of gunpowder in the air, Hannibal would probably have thought he was hallucinating.

"Look, I'm perfectly fine."