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

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Time seemed to move slowly; Conan hadn't even uttered his words yet, and his arm remained outstretched.

Although Qi Ming was fine with letting him finish speaking, who could hear a child's screams on this crowded and noisy street?

Qi Ming thought for a moment, then placed the megaphone in Conan's hand, making him grip the handle tightly with his five fingers together.

Then Qi Ming put on gloves and walked a few steps to within a few meters of the three people.

Three daggers appeared in Qi Ming's hand, and he threw them from different positions and angles.

The only similarity was that each dagger was pointed at the head of each person.

The dagger hovered in mid-air, moving forward very slowly. Qi Ming put the glove back in his backpack and then slowly returned to Conan's side.

"Seanwistan lifted."

After the device was deactivated, Conan was finally able to say the rest of his words.

"Don't go any further...?"

However, the sight before him made his face turn deathly pale.

The three police officers were seen lying stiffly on the ground, each with a dagger embedded in their head.

Conan looked to his side, and Qi Ming was still smiling, his posture and movements unchanged!

what happened?

Did Qi Ming do it? How did he do it?

"Dead! Someone's dead!"

A scream rang out from the crowd, disrupting Conan's thoughts and instantly throwing the neighborhood into chaos as people fled in terror.

"Yes, that's a typical reaction from a random NPC."

Qi Ming watched this scene and made a sarcastic remark, then smiled at Conan:

"How was my work? Can you tell the technique? It's not good, is it?"

"You guy!"

Conan, unaware of the megaphone he was clutching, roared at Qi Ming in a fit of rage.

"What do you think human life is?! How many people have you killed?!"

Human life?

Qi Ming curled his lips, "That's a random NPC. The modeling is perfunctory, but the behavior logic is regular. The daily routine is to go to work, eat, get off work, and sleep."

Hiss~ Qi Ming suddenly felt like he was just a random NPC in the real world.

I was afraid.

"And then how many people did I kill?"

Stopping thinking about the philosophical questions from before, Qi Ming gave Conan a cryptic smile.

Do you remember how many minions you last-hit in MOBA games?

"Do you remember how many spirit rings you added to your car when you were a fugitive in Los Santos?"

"Do you remember the filthy things you did to those villagers in Minecraft?"

Qi Ming pretended to clutch his heart, looking grief-stricken.

"You don't care about anything, you only care about yourself!"

Communication is impossible.

This is a lunatic.

Conan couldn't figure out Qi Ming's method of murder. Even though Qi Ming was right next to him, he didn't see any trace of him making a move!

Had he planned ahead? But how could Qi Ming possibly have known those three police officers would come!

Accomplices? But he personally witnessed the three police officers fall to the ground almost instantly, with no one around them acting suspiciously!

[Conan's Tips - 20]

[Conan's Tips - 20]

【…】

Hey, this works?

Although there was no reward, Qi Ming felt quite pleased as he watched the boss's health bar decrease.

Seeing that Conan had no intention of using the megaphone, Qi Ming simply put it away and returned it to his backpack.

"Hey, Conan, I remember Sherlock once said something like, 'This is common sense, my friend...' Uh, I misremembered."

"It should be called something like, 'No matter how perfect a crime may be, there will always be a flaw, and evil will eventually be brought to justice.' That should be it."

Qi Ming smiled at Conan and said, "So, did you spot the flaw?"

Conan remained silent; he couldn't understand how Qi Ming had managed to do it.

Even though he didn't see the exact circumstances of the dead officer, he still knew.

This case remains an unsolved mystery for him.

Even though the werewolf had already revealed himself right next to him at the start of the game.

"And then what? Edogawa Conan, Edogawa... Ranpo?" Qi Ming nodded his chin thoughtfully. "I think he said something like that too."

"The simpler the accident, the more likely it is to be a meticulously planned murder."

Hearing Qi Ming speak again, Conan felt that bad feeling rise in his heart once more.

He clenched his small fists and gritted his teeth as he said, "What do you want to do now?"

"Hehe, I just want to watch a good show. Remember to film it and post it on your WeChat Moments." Qi Ming put his arm around Conan's shoulder and spun him around.

"There will be a car accident next, right at that busy intersection ahead."

"And you will witness the perfect crime that is impossible to solve in this era set in the game."

As Qi Ming spoke, he waved his hand and tossed out a handful of cards in the air, each bearing a forward-pointing arrow.

呲味——

As soon as Qi Ming finished speaking, the tires of a white sedan waiting at the traffic light at the busy intersection inexplicably began to rub!

Conan's heart skipped a beat as he pressed his glasses to zoom in. The driver of the white sedan looked panicked, and judging from his expression, he clearly didn't know what had happened either!

"What exactly happened? I didn't even step on the gas!"

The driver shouted in a panic, and the next second, the engine roared to life.

The white sedan sped off, swaying and leaving tire tracks on the ground before crashing straight into a shop on the sidewalk!

boom!

As if triggering a chain reaction, the tires of the other vehicles also started moving.

Bang bang bang!

The sounds of impact, explosions, and the horrified wails of people dominated the atmosphere at that moment.

Conan stood there numbly, wanting to do something several times, but ultimately remained where he was.

What can he do?

Even if Shinichi Kudo were here, what could he possibly do?

Conan was so distracted that he didn't even notice a piece of metal flying toward his forehead.

"Hey, be careful."

Seeing Conan's somewhat distraught appearance, Qi Ming kindly pulled Conan aside and reprimanded him, "Be careful, this could be a serious traffic accident."

"Alright, let's go to the restaurant for dinner."

The classic 911 appeared on the roadside again. Qi Ming placed Conan in the passenger seat and gently fastened the seatbelt.

He stepped on the gas, performed a donut drift, and instead of heading immediately to the restaurant, he headed towards the chaotic intersection.

Conan is too preoccupied to even think about how the car appeared.

Looking at the tragic scene outside the window, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Conan, don't be upset. You forget thousands of things every day, so why not just forget what you see right now?"

Qi Ming thoughtfully helps Conan solve his problems, but he mustn't let the little guy become depressed.

"Who are you?"

After a long while, Conan asked with a bitter and difficult tone.

mercenary?

To hell with mercenaries! Even Harley Quinn, who was suspected of being a member of the Black Organization last time, only acted in closed spaces!

But this is on a busy street, how could he dare...?

Yes, no one but himself knows that he did it.

And he himself didn't know how he did it.

This was an accident, and the deaths of those three police officers will ultimately be defined as indiscriminate killings by a wanted criminal.

"Who am I?"

Hearing Conan's question, Qi Ming raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and then said kindly:

“I am V, I am Arthur Morgan, I am Aiden Pierce, I am the little mute, I am Alex Mercer, I am Steve…”

"I too am a pioneer, a wanderer, a faded one, a chosen one, a demon hunter, an undead..."

"I am a player, and you are bots. From the very beginning, we have not been on the same level."