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

The game's protagonist?

Conan listened intently to Qi Ming's words, trying to connect what Qi Ming had said last time with what he was saying now.

The root of this person's illness seems to lie in the fact that he seems to see the whole world as a game.

Qi Ming interrupted Conan's thoughts as he looked at Conan, who was deep in thought again.

"Conan, I admire your desire to uncover the truth, but I don't like the questioning tone you use when you talk to me."

There's a saying that goes something like this: when facing the unknown, you must have a sense of awe, especially since the unknown could take your life at any moment.

Hearing the change in Qi Ming's tone, Conan trembled.

"But it's alright. You are the protagonist after all. How can the protagonist bow down to evil?"

Qi Ming clapped symbolically, and a strangely shaped bracelet inexplicably appeared in his hand.

He put on the bracelet and, before Conan could react, lightly flicked his finger on Conan's forehead.

thump——

Conan felt as if he had been struck by an electric current on his forehead, and a sudden palpitation made him involuntarily take two steps back.

Perhaps Conan retreated too hastily, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground in a panic.

Conan touched his forehead; the electric shock sensation had disappeared.

But logically, he was only flicked on the forehead, so why...?

Why do I feel such a strong sense of fear?

Even though Qi Ming was just standing there doing nothing, he always felt that Qi Ming was about to kill him!

Seeing Conan, who was just moments ago so unruly, become like this, Qi Ming glanced at the bracelet on his wrist with some surprise.

"...As expected of the protagonist, that 1% chance was all for a one-shot kill?"

Item Name: Fear Bracelet

Item Description: Brother, come to Sand City tonight and fight me! Paralysis Ring and Resurrection Ring await you!

Item Function: Any attack has a 1% chance to inflict Fear on the target for 2 hours (when the target is in Fear, they will be afraid of everything in front of them)

"Um, Conan, could you describe your current state?"

Qi Ming said softly, taking a tentative step forward.

Then Conan, pale-faced, took a step back on the ground.

He takes one step, Conan takes one step; he takes one step, Conan takes one step.

It's like some new kind of toothpaste-squeezing game.

Qi Ming, quite interested, repeated the forward movement several times, and clapped his hands as he looked at the long strip of ground that Conan had swept clean.

"Conan is truly environmentally conscious, thumbs up for him!"

"But if you keep playing like this, you'll probably wet your pants soon. Okay, I'm leaving now, see you next time."

Qi Ming turned and left. This time, Conan did not stop Qi Ming, nor did he dare to.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief when he finally saw Qi Ming's figure disappear from sight.

Although his body was still trembling, the fear in his heart had subsided considerably.

Is this really the case?

When Conan was left alone in the space, a fear of loneliness and desolation surged into his heart once again.

It's so quiet. Isn't class in session? Why can't I hear anything coming from the classroom upstairs?

How scary! Why do I keep hearing footsteps behind me when there's no one around?

Conan wasn't hallucinating; footsteps did indeed sound on the stairs behind him.

tread.

tread.

The sound was getting closer and closer; it was coming.

What exactly is behind me?

Conan dared not turn around, his mind inexplicably recalling the various cases he had solved in the past.

Good heavens, were the bodies in the cases I solved before really that gruesome? It's so terrifying, why wasn't I scared at all when I saw them?

Wait, could those behind me be the vengeful ghosts they've transformed into?

The images of the corpses in Conan's mind began to distort and twist, even taking on a grotesque form.

Conan felt his sanity was about to drop to zero, and he was terrified by himself.

The footsteps stopped behind him, and then a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

"Conan, class has already started, why are you still here?"

"Ugh! Don't come any closer!"

Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he screamed in terror.

"...Conan, what's wrong with you?"

Behind Conan were not some supernatural beings, but his homeroom teacher, Ms. Kobayashi Sumiko, who had come to see him.

Sumiko Kobayashi was startled by Conan's menacing appearance.

"What's wrong, Conan? Come upstairs with the teacher."

"No, don't come any closer! Don't come near me!"

"..."

Being a teacher is definitely not an easy job.

……

An open-air coffee shop on the street.

Qi Ming sipped his juice, crossed his legs, and chuckled as he looked toward a certain spot.

The coffee shop was doing very well today, but no one sat down in the empty seats around Qi Ming.

This is normal. Anyone who sees someone staring at a toilet with a silly smile would instinctively avoid that person.

Qi Ming didn't realize he was staring in the direction of the toilet; he was just finding a comfortable spot to watch the show.

After all, what he was seeing wasn't a toilet, but Conan's first-person perspective.

"This Fear Bracelet is incredibly powerful. I wonder how it would work on me."

"But speaking of fear, it stems from insufficient firepower. If one were to become fearful, wouldn't that just lead to the destruction of everything?"

Qi Ming fiddled with the tiny, button-like locator in his hand and muttered to himself.

I guess this locator was secretly thrown in by Conan when I flicked his forehead.

Qi Ming also easily used the locator to lock onto Conan and used the other's glasses to broadcast the event in real time.

Seeing that Conan had been taken back to the classroom by Ms. Kobayashi, Qi Ming's fear eased somewhat. After thinking for a moment, he placed the locator on the table and activated its eavesdropping function.

Then Qi Ming took out a small blackboard and placed it on the locator, gently sliding it with his fingernail.

Qi Ming turned off the video; he dared not watch the awkward scene that was about to unfold on Conan's side.

Nourishes—

As his finger slid across the screen, a sound rang out, and Qi Ming shuddered.

Suppressing his discomfort, Qi Ming swiped around for another ten seconds before putting all the gadgets back into his backpack. He then pretended to be sad, clasped his hands together, and bent over slightly.

I hope Conan is alright.