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

"Mori-kun, why are you wearing a two-faced outfit? And you've changed your clothes to black and white too. Do you want to be a hermaphrodite?"

Qi Ming couldn't help but laugh when he saw Moriya Teiji's new outfit.

"...I am not Teiji Moriya."

A deep voice, altered by a voice changer, echoed in the room, and Moriya Teiji denied his identity without hesitation.

Despite saying that, Moriya Teiji felt a chill run down his spine, and his hands, clenched into fists behind his back, trembled slightly.

How on earth did this guy recognize me?

You should know that he's not just wearing a hood and changing clothes now.

Because he was rather thin, he actually wrapped a lot of cotton in his clothes to cover his size.

In his current state, if he were to walk down the street to withdraw money, he would probably be watched closely by several bank security guards.

Even so, this kid still recognized him?

Could it be that he has a contradictory characteristic that he himself is unaware of?

No, no, no, the most important thing now is, why is this guy here?

Did this guy not faint just now?

Or did this guy wake up after he fainted?

"You won't admit it? Fine, then I'll pretend you're not."

Qi Ming said nonchalantly, his eyes looking in a certain direction, blue light surging in them.

"The others were put in the restaurant over there, guarded by three people, who were only armed with a small pistol. There were also six people patrolling the manor, one here and one there..."

Qi Ming muttered to himself, glancing at the mercenary leader again when he had a spare moment.

"And then you are, Yamamoto Ichiro, whose profession is the captain of the Imperial Ferocious Tiger mercenary squad... Everyone else is just joking, but you're taking your squad name quite seriously."

Yamamoto Ichiro's face suddenly darkened.

What's wrong with this guy? He just glanced around and then stripped himself naked?

Could there be a mole on their side?

No, we're all brothers who made money together, why would we become traitors and spies?

The unusual situation before him caused Yamamoto Ichiro to have a jumble of thoughts.

But only for a few seconds, his expression froze.

Why is he thinking about these things?

Their Empire Tigers are known in the mercenary world for their sheer recklessness!

And he, the fierce tiger captain, was actually thinking?

Damn it, let's take advantage of this guy looking around and mess with him!

Just do it.

The next moment, Yamamoto Ichiro tensed up and his face turned fierce as he reached out to grab Qi Ming's arm.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Qi Ming, he only felt as if a blurry shadow passed before his eyes.

The man who was just in my sight a moment ago has vanished without a trace!

"What's going on? Where is he... no, he's behind me!"

The moment Qi Ming's figure disappeared, Battle Intuition manipulated Yamamoto Ichiro's body, causing him to involuntarily turn around.

Ankle rotation, the next moment...

Boom!

The ferocious tiger, weighing over 200 pounds, collapsed to the ground.

"WTF?"

Yamamoto Ichiro turned his head in surprise and looked down, only to find that his feet had been tied with ropes at some point.

trick?

Two words flashed through his mind.

This scene suddenly reminded Yamamoto Ichiro of a mission that the Imperial Tiger had once accepted—

Assassination of Lupin III, the international thief.

That mission failed, and it left a deep shadow in their hearts.

And now, Lupin III used a similar tactic to toy with them.

Yamamoto Ichiro's face darkened. He drew his dagger and cut the rope. He stood up but dared not attack. Instead, he looked at Qi Ming with caution.

Just as he sensed, Qi Ming had already entered the room and sat in the chair where he had been interviewed earlier.

"Boss, this is not what we said. This guy is no ordinary person."

Yamamoto Ichiro had already taken out his walkie-talkie, ready to call for help at any time.

Teiji Moriya's expression beneath the black and white hood also showed some tension.

In his field of vision, he saw Qi Ming disappear through the doorway in a flash.

Then one of their mercenaries suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Then Qi Ming suddenly appeared on a seat not far in front of him.

I'm puzzled, truly puzzled.

However, although Moriya Teiji doesn't understand it, he has the advantage now.

Even excluding myself, there are still a total of 10 people on my side.

10 people, 10 guns.

Even if you know some tricks, you're still going to get shot if you're meant to.

And most importantly, they have so many hostages on their side.

If you dare to act recklessly, we dare to kill indiscriminately.

"That's enough, Qi Ming. If you don't want anything to happen to the hostages, you'd better listen to me now."

"OK, no problem."

Qi Ming's decisiveness made Moriya Teiji somewhat uneasy.

Why is he so calm and composed?

No, he must be faking it.

Moriya Teiji comforted himself, gave Yamamoto Ichiro a look, and whispered.

"We can begin now. Also, make sure the camera doesn't show us; just make sure there's sound."

Yamamoto Ichiro understood, moved the equipment he had been using for the interview aside, and then pressed a button in his bag.

Then the camera indicator light came on again.

The live interview has started again.

Logically speaking, the live stream should have ended long ago after so much time has passed.

However, following Teiji Moriya's plan, Ichiro Yamamoto had already called the television station and the police to inform them of their intention to carry out a terrorist attack.

He would kill everyone in the manor if they dared to interrupt the live stream.

Qi Ming also saw the live streaming equipment that was running again and frowned in confusion.

What is this idiot doing?

"Mr. Qi Ming."

Moriya Teiji took a deep breath and asked Qi Ming.

Perhaps because of the voice changer embedded in the mask, his voice sounded very gloomy and rough.

"Mr. Qi Ming, are you familiar with the trolley problem?"

"I know, but I'm just an ordinary person passing by with a plunger."

Qi Ming answered cooperatively.

The trolley problem is essentially a question of whether to save more or fewer people.

A train is coming along, and there are two tracks in front of it. One track has only one person tied to it, and the other track has three people tied to it.

You can adjust the train's course, choosing to either kill one person and save three, or kill three and save one.

Of course, you're more likely just an ordinary person passing by with a plunger, who can only take out their phone to record a video and call the police at the same time.

"It would be best if Mr. Qi Ming had heard of this question."

Moriya Teiji chuckled sinisterly, spreading his hands out.

"I just want to ask Mr. Qi Ming, don't you think this is too unbalanced?"

"Sacrificing one person can save a group of people, and sacrificing a group of people can save one person."

"It's asymmetrical, too asymmetrical. The correct approach should be to sacrifice an equal number of people and save an equal number of people."