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

"It's not just an accident?"

Inspector Megure paused, then looked at Conan's phone and asked in confusion.

"Conan, what are you talking about? And what's wrong with your phone?"

Conan smiled and handed the phone to Inspector Megure, explaining.

"This is the phone that Uncle Hara Yoshiaki threw out before he fell from the elevator."

"..."

Inspector Megure's expression changed slightly.

It looks much worse now.

Before Inspector Megure could speak, Kogoro Mouri had already punched Conan hard on the head, causing a large bump to swell up on his already large head.

"You brat, how could you hide such important evidence?"

"I can't even imagine how lawless you'll be when you grow up!"

"Yes, sorry."

Conan clutched his head in pain and said, but then he looked at Inspector Megure and said:

"Inspector Megure, take a look at this recording. It contains crucial evidence!"

"..."

After Conan said that, Inspector Megure's face darkened even more.

Good bastard, not only did you hoard important evidence, you even manipulated it on your own?

If Conan hadn't indirectly helped the police in some difficult cases before, Inspector Megure would have really wanted to point his finger at Conan and start yelling at him.

Taking a deep breath, Inspector Megure put on gloves and turned on the latest recording.

【Ohara...】

During the recording, Qi Ming's voice suddenly rang out.

It felt abrupt, as if Hara Yoshiaki had started recording it midway through.

However, wait for the recording to continue until the recording reaches its end.

This recording is evidence that Qi Ming was about to kill Yuan Jiaming!

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly, and they all looked at Qi Ming.

"Mr. Qi Ming, what... what's going on?"

Everyone asked Qi Ming questions, and Inspector Megure also became serious and inquired carefully.

"Mr. Qi Ming, could you please explain what exactly happened during your conversation?"

"Madeira, and the organization you mentioned in your recording, and the other person you spoke to, who is this guy named Gin?"

It's clear that Inspector Megure is quite serious now; he's even changed "little brother" to "sir."

"Um……"

Qi Ming stroked his chin, his eyes lowered as he pondered.

What a scoundrel Hara Yoshiaki! He actually started recording from the moment I kept him here?

Now, even in death, he's going to ruin himself?

He's talented, a real talent.

A moment later, Qi Ming raised his head, put on an innocent expression, and said to Megure Juzo.

"Um, aren't you guys mistaken about something?"

Qi Ming scratched his head, then turned to face Kogoro Mouri and the others.

“Mr. Mori, although Hara Yoshiaki and I didn’t tell you directly, you should have figured it out, right? Hara and I actually know each other.”

Everyone was taken aback, then nodded in confirmation.

However, rather than knowing each other, it would be more accurate to say that Qi Ming was Yuan Jiaming's superior.

"The recording you mentioned is actually... us rehearsing lines."

Qi Ming glanced at Hara Yoshiaki's phone in Inspector Megure's hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Dialogue practice?"

Megure raised an eyebrow and asked in return with some doubt.

"What is this?"

Qi Ming was about to explain when Ai Haibara interrupted him.

"My brother is the client, and Hara Yoshiaki is the contractor. My brother pays Hara Yoshiaki to make the game, and my brother is also responsible for the character dialogue text. The two of them are practicing their tone."

After saying that, Ai Haibara looked at Qi Ming and smiled.

"Is that right, brother?"

Qi Ming raised an eyebrow and responded with a smile.

"That's how it is, my dear sister, you understand me."

Hearing Qi Ming's somewhat cheesy way of addressing her, Ai Haibara blushed.

However, whether by accident or after spending so much time with Qi Ming, Ai Haibara has come to understand Qi Ming's feelings.

What she said coincided with what Qi Ming originally wanted to say.

With Ai Haibara's reminder, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and the other children realized something and quickly added to the list.

"Yes, Uncle Hara Yoshiaki is not only an engineer, but he also mentioned during our conversation that he is a game producer!"

"And it seems that Brother Qi Ming is also a game writer!"

"That's right, Inspector Megure! Last time we went out, Qi Ming was role-playing for a game!"

The children took turns trying to clear Qi Ming of suspicion, which made Ai Haibara cover her mouth and chuckle.

Who knew that the casual remark I made to defend Qi Ming in front of the castle last time would actually come in handy here.

"Oh, I understand now, so that's how it is?"

After listening to the children's words, Inspector Megure nodded in understanding, and he roughly understood what had happened.

His serious expression vanished, and Megure Juzo looked at Qi Ming with a deeply apologetic expression.

"Haha, I'm really sorry, Brother Qi Ming. I don't know anything about games or anything like that. I'm so sorry for misunderstanding you."

"After all, the tone of your conversation was really, well, really too realistic?"

"Not at all, we game developers and players are all professionals. Even when we practice, we take it very seriously."

Qi Ming smiled and raised his head.

He's very magnanimous.

He was just falsely accused of being the murderer, and he wasn't angry.

Meanwhile, Makoto Kyogoku scratched his head in confusion, then whispered to Sonoko Suzuki:

"Ms. Suzuki, is Mr. Qi Ming a game writer?"

Sonoko Suzuki shook her head; she was also somewhat confused about the situation.

"It must be a part-time job, right? I'm not too sure. Mr. Qi Ming's main job should be as a singer, shouldn't it?"

"what?"

Makoto Kyogoku was genuinely bewildered this time.

Not only a game writer, but also a singer?

With such a rich life, where does he find the time to practice martial arts?

Just like someone who's busy delivering food all day, they're already exhausted by the end of the day, how would they have time to exercise?

Moreover, judging from the strength of their handshake, it's not something you can develop just by spending two hours in the gym every day.

Wait a minute, Qi Ming seems to be Chinese...

Is it true that everyone in China knows martial arts, or is this just a rumor?

……

Let's return to the case.

Having confirmed that Qi Ming was not a suspect, Inspector Megure sighed softly, then gave Conan a reproachful look.

You little brat, you've really made yourself look bad! At this crucial moment, you've given me evidence to embarrass me. What a disgrace!

Conan was also surprised that Qi Ming got rid of suspicion so easily.

But what's with the game's scriptwriter? And what's with Ayumi and the others making excuses for Qi Ming?!

Why do I feel like an outsider who doesn't know anything?