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

Qi Ming raised an eyebrow, gently patted Conan's head, and laughed.

"No problem, what's wrong, Conan?"

It seems my actions just now triggered the plot.

Sonoko Suzuki rolled her eyes at Conan and said irritably, "Little brat, is there something you can't say in the car? We adults don't have as much energy as you. It's time to eat."

"It's alright, Ms. Suzuki. You can go ahead. I've been there before. I'll come over with Conan in a bit."

Qi Ming chuckled and waved his hand, then smiled at Ai Haibara and said, "Ai, you go eat with your sister and the others first. Your brother will be here in a bit."

Ai Haibara hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Qi Ming's hand.

"I want to go with my brother."

Ai Haibara actually suspected that Qi Ming might have seen through something.

After all, Qi Ming had just confronted Conan, and Conan's words and actions didn't seem like those of a child at all.

Now that Conan is talking to Qi Ming alone, Ai Haibara feels even more that this detective is unreliable.

This guy might just expose himself again!

Qi Ming gently pinched Ai Haibara's nose and whispered in her ear.

"Little Ai, listen to your brother, I'll sing you a song when we get back."

"……snort."

Ai Haibara blushed, then hummed softly and turned her head away.

However, Qi Ming's words somewhat dispelled her concerns; Qi Ming probably hadn't noticed Conan's unusual behavior.

Otherwise, she shouldn't continue to hold such an attitude towards someone who has the same attitude as Shiho Miyano.

Perhaps in Qi Ming's mind, Conan's character is a genius child who excels at deduction?

Ai Haibara breathed a slight sigh of relief, her gaze drifting towards Ran Mouri sitting in the passenger seat.

The girl's eyes revealed a hint of doubt and concern.

However, the detective's childhood friend noticed something amiss. I wonder how Kudo will explain it when he gets back?

……

Watching the taxi slowly drive away, Qi Ming no longer needed to maintain his serious demeanor.

He yawned and looked at Conan with interest: "What's up, Detective? Trying to improve your rapport with me?"

"Why don't you try dressing up as a woman? Xiao Nanliang is a big plus for me. If your values ​​follow your looks, I might consider not interfering with your Daoist heart."

A hint of confusion flashed in Conan's eyes; he didn't understand at all what Qi Ming meant by those words.

This person's words and actions are simply unfathomable.

However, he quickly regained his composure and asked seriously, "You killed Tajima, what method did you use?"

"What's wrong? What methods did you use? Isn't finding him your responsibility as a detective? You want to look up a strategy guide now?"

Conan lowered his eyes sadly. If he knew the answer, would he need to ask him?

Conan reorganized his thoughts and spoke seriously to Qi Ming.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell other people what you just told me?"

"Although there is no evidence, you have given me the correct answers. I only need to work backward to figure out your modus operandi."

"Oh?" Qi Ming raised an eyebrow. "How long will it take to process? Is one day enough? Ten months or ten years?"

Seeing that Conan did not respond, Qi Ming looked at the crowd walking around him and suddenly a megaphone appeared in his hand.

He adjusted the volume, tapped the speaker twice, and then shouted into the loudspeaker:

"Ahem! Everyone, look at me! I have something to announce!"

"I just stabbed someone at the Beika Theater! Now, let our protagonist, Detective Conan, explain my modus operandi!"

"Hey! Hey, you little police officer over there, did you hear that? I'm about to kill someone! Come over here and listen to my modus operandi!"

Qi Ming nodded encouragingly to Conan.

Alright, now that we have an audience, let's get into the story.

"..."

Conan stared blankly at Qi Ming's actions, feeling a sense of absurdity.

I can't understand it; he can't comprehend this person's behavior at all!

And how did that horn appear, just like the golden hair he pulled out in the theater?

Conan inexplicably thought of the woman named Harley Quinn at the Python Casino.

That woman seemed to possess the same magic trick.

Qi Ming grinned and handed the megaphone to Conan. "Detective, it's your turn. Quickly review my murder methods."

"..."

Conan didn't respond; his mind was completely blank.

Why is this person's personality so different from before?

It's almost like... a split personality?

Conan frowned, remembering the crazy woman in the casino once again.

When passersby saw Qi Ming's actions, they quickened their pace slightly with disdain and walked several steps away from him.

The junior police officer who was called out by Qi Ming through the loudspeaker also felt that Qi Ming seemed a bit mentally unstable, so he took out his walkie-talkie to contact other colleagues.

Watching the police officers' actions, Qi Ming squatted down next to Conan and patted him on the shoulder in a familiar manner.

"Detective, do you know what I like most and hate most about this game?"

"..."

Conan didn't respond, or perhaps he simply didn't know how to respond.

Qi Ming looked at the police officers gathering in the distance and walking towards him, and muttered to himself:

"That's the wanted system here. I both love and hate it."

"You might think its design is annoying, but you won't be immediately wanted for firing a shot, and you don't have to worry about police officers popping up from every corner after you fire a shot. It's quite realistic."

"But you say it's well-designed, and once it's wanted, the police will be chasing you no matter where you go. Why can't I ask Lester to help me get rid of the star?"

What exactly is he saying?

Conan frowned, realizing he hadn't understood a word Qi Ming had said since the beginning.

This person's personality was completely different when Xiaolan and the others were still around.

"Little brother, are you listening?"

Qi Ming glanced at Conan, who seemed distracted, and gently flicked a few tufts of hair from his forehead.

"Where was I? Oh, the wanted system. I suffered a lot because of it when I first came here."

"But things are different now. With my current level and equipment, I'm afraid even the real big brother can't beat me."

Qi Ming smiled at Conan and pointed to the police officers walking towards them.

"Conan, shall we play a game? I'll kill one of those three people. Can you guess which one it is, the one on the left, the one in the middle, or the one on the right?"

"If you guess right, I won't make a move; if you guess wrong, all three of them will die."

"What did you say?"

Conan's face darkened, and he broke free from Qi Ming's hand, looking at Qi Ming with a wary expression.

The other person made no move and remained squatting with a smile.

What exactly is he trying to do?

Murder in the street, or did he pull out a gun? But there was nowhere to hide a gun...

No, he didn't know where Qi Ming got that loudspeaker either!

A few beads of sweat glistened on Conan's forehead.

This person's mental state is too dangerous. Conan took out his wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun and was about to fire when his face suddenly froze.

He had already used the anesthetic injection.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Qi Ming stood up and patted his pants.

"It's almost time."

Conan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; it was an extremely dangerous feeling!

Conan looked at the three police officers crossing the street and quickly reached out and shouted:

"Run, run! Don't go any further..."

"Hyper-extremity Sianwaystein, activate."