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

The increasingly heated arguments among the moles also drew everyone's attention.

Hattori Heiji sensed something was wrong and quickly went up to ask the group.

"What are you guys talking about? What Buddha statue? What virus?"

"me……"

The criminal plan was exposed, and the group stammered without saying a word.

However, the mole among the flight attendants glanced at her companions' expressions, gritted her teeth, and shouted at them.

"What's the point of hiding anything now? The man is about to die!"

"Since we're all going to die anyway, we absolutely cannot let those people get the money and live happily!"

Upon hearing this, the traitors' struggles vanished. They had come to a clear understanding: since they were all doomed anyway, they absolutely could not let those people get away with it.

"Here's the thing, we..."

One or two steeled themselves and stepped forward, wanting to tell the truth, but the next second their faces suddenly turned deathly pale.

"puff!"

Just like Takamichi Fujioka, they covered their mouths and noses, blood dripping from between their fingers.

However, a reporter mole spat blood directly onto Hattori Heiji's face, causing the latter to momentarily lose his train of thought.

Although he was a detective and had handled many murder cases, this was the first time someone had spat blood in his face.

"Hattori, are you alright?"

Conan stepped forward to inquire, though at this moment he should actually be more concerned about the young traitors who were coughing up blood.

"I, cough cough, no cough cough, ah."

The traitors coughed up blood, and before anyone could react and show concern, they collapsed to the ground one after another.

Seeing this, Qi Ming offered his comments again.

"Looks like these guys aren't very resistant either... I guess it'll be tonight."

Everyone stared blankly at the several more people who had collapsed on the ground, fearing that they would be the next ones to cough up blood.

"How could this be?"

Conan frowned; he felt something was amiss.

He glanced at the corpse, then at Qi Ming.

Although the cats were the ones who released the virus, I have a feeling that someone else is responsible for the current situation.

And this person is very likely the same Qi who made those sarcastic remarks here.

Let's ask tentatively.

"Brother Qi Ming, could you come here for a second?"

"What are you doing?"

While Nakamori Ginzo and the police were helping to clear away the moles and Fujioka Takamichi who might become corpses that night, Conan led Qi Ming to the window.

Although Conan wanted to make his expression more serious, he could only say it with a bitter look on his face because of the pressure of Qi Ming staring at him.

"This virus, if I'm not mistaken, should be related to you, right?"

Qi Ming shook his head decisively.

"What's wrong with you? Are you out of your mind? Why are you trying to pin all this blame on me? Do you believe I'll throw you out and let you fall to the ground?"

"Because I feel like you're not scared at all."

"..."

Qi Ming couldn't help but smile, and squatted down to flick Conan's forehead.

"What am I afraid of? You're afraid because you'll die if you get infected with the virus. I'm not afraid because I can be resurrected if I die. What makes you think you can compare to me?"

Conan paused, realizing that this made sense.

Then, recalling some of the words Qi Ming had said, Conan asked in surprise:

"You mean you've also contracted the virus? And even you can't get rid of it?"

"Otherwise, do you think I was joking about what I just said outside?"

Qi Ming sighed and repeated what he had told Ai Haibara earlier.

"This is a plot device; everyone on this ship who is infected with the virus is going to die."

"There are only three days left, so cherish them."

"..."

Conan stood there with his head down, looking grim. After a while, he asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You said before that I was the protagonist, and even the protagonist will die in this plot-driven death?"

Qi Ming said it was a game, while Karasuma Renya said it was a superpower. In any case, with the two of them sticking to their own stories, Conan can only say whatever comes to mind.

"..."

Qi Ming was taken aback.

Oh right, I almost forgot about that.

"What, you think the protagonist's halo is invincible?"

"Besides, there are plenty of movies and games where the main character dies. If you die, there will probably be some Shinji Kudo, Shinji Miyako, or Conan Toshihoku."

Upon hearing this, Conan was unable to refute it.

If he wasn't too scared just now because he felt something was amiss, he's genuinely worried now.

"What about Ai Haibara? Won't she die from the virus too? Aren't you worried?"

"No problem, I can revive her."

resurrection?

Conan was somewhat surprised when he believed Qi Ming's words.

Not only does he possess immortality, but he can even help others resurrect?

Conan had some thoughts.

"Qi Ming, could you..."

"Sorry, no."

Qi Ming waved his hand impatiently.

Instead of asking me all sorts of questions, you should go do what you want to do.

"..."

Seeing Qi Ming's current attitude, Conan knew that there was no way the other party would agree to his request.

Did they all really only have three days left to live?

boom!

A violent sound of breaking down the door rang out. The police officers, who had just lifted up the mole and Takamichi Fujioka, had just reached the door when a pistol was thrust out from outside and pressed against their heads, forcing the officers to retreat.

Then, a man dressed in a black combat uniform slowly walked in from outside the door, followed by several accomplices carrying submachine guns.

"..."

Everyone watched the scene unfold before them, feeling as if one problem had barely subsided before another arose.

I was already worried about the virus, but then I saw a group of people who looked like terrorists appear. This is really...

I feel much better now.

Good heavens, these terrorists are incredibly audacious. Aren't they just asking for trouble?

"No one move!"

The terrorist leader shouted loudly, his face fierce, with a horizontal scar on the bridge of his nose—let's call him Scarface for now.

It was only after Scarface shouted that he realized that the people in front of him didn't even show much fear when they saw them.

He was completely baffled, but decided to follow the script his boss had given him for now.

"Heh, have you found the virus yet?"

Upon hearing Scarface speak again, Suzuki Jirokichi realized what was happening and asked the man with a strange expression.

"That voice, is that a member of the Red Siamese Cat group making the phone call?"

"The old man's hearing is still good. We have already planted bombs on the airship, but as long as you behave, we will not detonate them."

The man sneered and took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"Give me a report on the current situation."

"All floors are now under control."

The sound from the walkie-talkie rang in everyone's ears, clearly indicating that there were quite a few terrorists present today.

However, for most people, it meant that even more people would be buried alive with them.

Scarface sneered at the crowd, then nodded to his two companions beside him.

The two understood each other, pulled out a large bag from behind their backs, and then took off their masks and helmets.

One had a horse-like face, and the other looked like a watermelon boy.

If the two people who were wearing masks and helmets might not have been infected with the virus earlier, now that they've done this, they're 100% infected.

The expressions on everyone's faces became even stranger.

Willing to die?