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

Chapter 152 He is a Zisha (item name: Famous Sword - Siming)

Item description: Boss, this item isn't guaranteed to be genuine. My weapon broke even though I was at full health.

Item Function: Can withstand one fatal attack.

"This Barrett is just lame. It can't even kill a person and it still has the nerve to call itself an anti-materiel."

Qi Ming put the rotten fragments of the famous sword back into the warehouse.

Looking at the delicious dishes laid out on the table, Qi Ming habitually reached out to grab a slice of meat.

Suddenly remembering something, Qi Ming awkwardly withdrew his hand, his eyes flashing blue as he surveyed his surroundings.

Searching this guy's kitchen.

However, as soon as Qi Mingyi's eye was activated, its gaze fell on Hannibal and surprisingly revealed some information that had not been seen before.

Character Name: 3★ Hannibal Lecter

Age: 36

Occupation: Psychologist

Description: As a psychologist, he helps his patients become better people.

Kill Rewards: 11200 EXP, Nikilin's Recipe x1, Pardon Card x1 (can ignore one current crime)

Just as Qi Ming was wondering about the changes in his prosthetic eye, the system spoke up.

[Due to the version's technological update, the host's prosthetic equipment has also been optimized, allowing for the display of more detailed information when scanning original game world elements—characters and items.]

Upon hearing the system's explanation, Qi Ming silently rolled his eyes.

Shouldn't authentication be a basic feature of a game?

Why did it take you so long to add such a basic optimization to this crappy system?

[The system has broken through the underlying logic; the host should praise this system, meow!]

The sugar content is a bit too high; let's reduce the sugar content.

Ignoring the system's words, Qi Ming was more interested in the stars in Hanni's name and the bounty target.

"System, what does this mean?"

Due to the version update, a large number of criminal NPCs will spawn in the new version. You can obtain rewards by killing them.

"Hey, even the bounty boss is here."

Qi Ming smiled as he looked at Hannibal's still bewildered expression.

It seems I no longer need to explore the kitchen.

These guys are 3-star chefs, no, 3-star criminals.

Given the strong sense of imitation in the name, appearance, and profession, we can already draw a conclusion.

Qi Ming stopped and looked around, then took out a strip of medicine with great interest to examine it.

Item Name: APTX4869

Product Description: 99.999% sterilization. Besides its potent toxicity, it's surprisingly smooth and easy to swallow, making it an essential medicine for home, travel, and even murder investigations.

Item Function: Oral administration, 99.999% lethality, 0.001% chance to activate hidden medicinal properties, making you 10 years younger.

The currently known method to 100% activate the hidden drug effect is: 1. When a famous detective is knocked unconscious and given the drug while eavesdropping, the hidden function will be 100% activated.

2. When a scientist is imprisoned and contemplates death, consuming this will 100% activate the hidden function.

3. Being drugged by the silver-haired, wavy-haired woman at Vauxhall Bridge will 100% activate the hidden function.

"..."

Leaving aside the absurdly low probability of triggering the hidden medicinal properties.

Isn't this 100% activation method a bit ridiculous? Is it just about creating questions based on the answers?

[The host can also take APTX4869 using the three methods mentioned above, and still achieve 100% activation of the hidden drug properties.]

6.

Another day I'll take a silver-haired, wavy-haired guy abroad to that bridge to take his medicine.

It seems Vermouth has this hairstyle too, and I'm pulling her along with it.

……

A doctor cannot heal himself.

Hannibal feels he should see a psychologist for treatment.

How is it possible for someone to be shot in the forehead and remain completely unharmed?

Am I dreaming, or is what I'm seeing just an illusion?

When Hannibal came to his senses, the sniper rifle on the table had disappeared.

After a brief moment of surprise, Hannibal quickly regained his composure.

He stared intently at Qi Ming, already having some guesses in his mind.

Although he couldn't understand his methods, Hannibal believed that Qi Ming had done something similar to what he had done.

mind control.

Hannibals likes to add a lot of psychological suggestions to patients during treatment.

Watching them fall into the net step by step as he had instructed gave Hannibal a feeling of exhilaration.

Now, it seems that my current situation is like the late stage of psychopathic manipulation.

Hallucinations occurred.

Hannibal had a close friend who was also his patient, Wilt.

While he was treating Wei'er, Wei'er kept telling him that he had been seeing a deer recently.

Then there was also the situation where people couldn't distinguish between reality and virtuality.

Am I now in the same situation?

"It seems that Mr. Qi Ming is not a simple person."

Hannibal could no longer maintain his previous relaxed demeanor and sat up straight, looking somewhat serious, as he spoke to Qi Ming.

"Uh, thank you for the compliment?"

It's not a simple character, so it requires complex and tedious production, right?

Having learned the truth about Hannibal's 3-star criminal, Qi Ming felt that the other party's words always seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Although you can make me hallucinate, which makes you a top-notch psychologist, it doesn't mean I'll believe your lie that this world is a game."

"Tsk, you still don't believe me? Well, it seems I'll have to test you out."

Hannibal looked at Qi Ming's expression and had a bad feeling.

puff-

The next instant, a wound appeared on his neck, and blood gushed out.

"Uh, uh!"

What happened? Why am I injured?

A wave of weakness washed over him, and Hannibal slumped onto the table, already smelling the scent of death.

But then Qi Ming got up at some point and inserted a syringe into his arm.

After the injection, Hannibal felt the weakness vanish instantly.

Feeling the power returning to his body, he touched his neck in astonishment.

The blood had stopped spurting, and the original wound had disappeared.

However, the blood he had just sprayed was still covering the food on the plate, warm and moist.

Did I just hallucinate again?

It seemed as if my brain was misleading me about my weakness just now.

This is a top-notch psychologist; his level and ability far surpass mine.

Hannibal's intuition told him so.

If I weren't a master in the field of psychology, I might have been completely manipulated by the other party.

It seems that to dispel this illusion, I must let things unfold naturally.

For now, go along with the other person's pace, and keep telling yourself that it's all an illusion, and get out of this state as soon as possible.

Hannibal loosened his blood-stained tie and then said:

"Mr. Qi Ming, now I believe it. Our world is just an illusory game world."

"Otherwise, this cannot explain everything that just happened."

"Oh? You actually believed that?"

Qi Ming raised his eyebrows and nodded, then took out a pistol and a coin and tossed them to Hannipan.

Hannipan looked at the two items Qi Ming threw out but did not pick them up. Instead, he looked at Qi Ming with a puzzled expression.

"That coin is a resurrection coin. If you die, you can be resurrected on the spot. If you really believe it, then pick up that pistol and shoot yourself in the head."

Upon hearing Qi Ming's explanation, Hannibal remained silent for a long time, clutching a coin tightly in one hand and holding a pistol in the other.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen Qi Ming shoot himself in the forehead...

Hannibal would definitely just think he's a simple lunatic.

But it's different now.

This is a test, and it might determine whether Qi Ming will break free from his control over him.

Since that's the case, let's just follow his lead for now.

Hannibal pointed the pistol at his forehead and then pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet pierced through Hannibal's forehead, spraying blood everywhere.

"Tsk, it seems you didn't believe me."

Qi Ming watched this scene silently and sighed.

He got up, took a screenshot of Hannibal's corpse, and then retrieved the resurrection coin and gun from the other's hand.

A moment later, Qi Ming took out his phone and called Gin.

When the call connected, Gin didn't speak but waited for Qi Ming to speak first.

"Old Qin, the doctor has finished his consultation."

Qi Ming then sent the screenshot to Gin.

"He made purple clay teapots."