Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Rabbit remembered that lighters were banned items on many airlines, and wondered if Aoyagi Binkou was planning to take it out.

【This is my first time to Moscow. I don’t know if it’s fun there. 】

Rabbit mentioned tomorrow's activities. He tried to adjust his mentality and forced himself to cheer up.

"It's OK. Some of the attractions are beautiful and the food is good. I'll take you to see them when the time comes." Qing Liu Binguang paused, "You've never been out of your own country before?"

"I'm not sure." The rabbit replied, "All I can be sure of is that I've never been to Russia before."

His memory did not return, but his subconscious told him that he had never been there.

and……

Rabbit hunched his body slightly, remembering what he had looked up shortly after entering the game.

In this game, there are so-called [countries where the story takes place], and players can only travel within these countries.

The first-level location is Japan, the second-level location is the United States and the United Kingdom, these three are countries that have appeared in the comics; the third-level locations are Canada, Germany, Singapore and Russia, which have appeared in several theatrical versions.

His home country was not among them.

He couldn't go back, let alone find out whether his parents existed in this world.

A greater feeling of bitterness weighed heavily on Rabbit's heart. He pressed a few more buttons on the remote control and the picture froze again.

Still a news channel, this time it's international news.

"Both sides are negotiating on the cost of stationing troops."

"The original sharing agreement was updated every five years. The current agreement was originally scheduled to expire in October last year. Because the negotiations for the updated agreement coincided with the change of government, the two sides decided to extend the original agreement for one year. Now..."

The rabbit was stunned when he heard this.

He had some memory of this. Before traveling, he learned a little bit about it out of curiosity.

Mold is never reasonable - if you want to reason with it, unless you are in strong enough conditions, you will easily be tricked - it stays on other people's land openly and charges fees, just like a gangster asking for protection money.

Different countries share the cost differently. Originally, Japan shared about 2110 billion yen each year, accounting for 7%. Now they feel that it is not enough, and hope that they can be more filial... No, it means to try harder.

As the rabbit watched, his mood became even worse.

At this time, he heard Qing Liu Bingguang next to him yawn softly again.

I don’t know what he did, but he seemed very tired these days.

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Remote Nagano Prefecture.

Across the station, a man in a dark blue suit was looking at the book in his hand, his fingers brushing over the lines on it: "Kong Ming, a student in Class A, Grade 2".

He has a handsome appearance, a pair of upturned eyes on his fair face, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling.

"...Hello, Gao Ming, are you still listening? What's the result over there? How did Xiaoqiao...Akashi die?" An angry male voice came from his mobile phone.

The gentleman came to his senses: "...She died of a myocardial infarction."

While he was on the phone, a bus came and a passenger with a guitar bag got on the bus. This station is very close to the Hope Hall, but it is located in a remote area, so usually not many people come.

Zhu Fugaoming felt that someone was looking at him, but when he raised his head sharply, he only saw the bus gradually going away.

……

After getting on the bus, Shuichi Akai no longer looked at the man who looked very similar to a certain whiskey, and chose a seat at the back.

There was no expression on his face. He just took out his cell phone and habitually checked the chat room to see if there was any new important message.

Just then, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

[Return to Tokyo as soon as possible. The organization will take action in Haido in the near future. 】

Seeing this email, Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows.

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These three chapters have changed several perspectives. I hope it’s not too confusing…

My boss is coming to a meeting tomorrow and I don’t know what time I’ll get off work, so I’m asking for a day off.

Also... I want to blow up the toilet. Will this post be reported by someone for this? (

Chapter 126 Nowhere to Escape

November 11, 7:10 a.m. Tokyo time.

Winter is approaching, the sun is thin, and the entire Minato area is bathed in a faint sunlight. As one of the core areas of Tokyo, there is an endless stream of passengers in front of the station.

In a conspicuous area in front of the station that would not disturb others coming in and out, a promoter opened a roll-up banner and placed it next to the stall. He then walked a few steps further to confirm whether the placement was appropriate.

Today is Saturday, and several high school girls are walking towards us from a distance, chatting and laughing. They were about to enter the station, but when they saw the slogan on the roll-up banner, they stopped.

When the promoter's partner saw them stop, he immediately called out, "Are you ladies interested in the novel?"

One of the girls with bob haircuts shifted her gaze from the roll-up banner to the books on display at the stall, and soon her eyes froze again.

On the cover was a very eye-catching photo. In the photo, a young girl was smiling sweetly and blowing a kiss, as if she was enthusiastically greeting the person holding the book.

Another tall girl noticed that there were several large boxes next to the stall. In addition to books, there were also bread and mineral water in them. "Are you guys having an event?"

"Yes, this event only lasts today! We will promote it in most areas of Tokyo!" the promoter said enthusiastically.

“…Isn’t this a formal publication?”

The third girl who spoke looked very frail, with a subtle scar on her wrist. She picked up a book and turned to the back, only to find that there was no barcode on it.

"Yes." The promoter's partner also had a strong sense of service and a warm attitude: "This is the author's own personal magazine that he contacted the manufacturer to print. For the purpose of promotion, those who are willing to take the book can get free bread and mineral water."

The three girls were stunned for a moment.

"You will definitely lose money if you do this..." the weak girl said puzzledly.

"I'm not sure about that. That's what the person who hired us asked for." The promoter told the truth, "She said popularity is more important."

The three of them looked at each other. The girl with the bob haircut looked at the book and muttered, "Such a high-profile book, that's really her style"... Finally, everyone took a copy. The promoter thanked them repeatedly and gave each of them a bottle of mineral water and bread.

The three girls turned and left, put their things in their bags, and continued talking about traveling as they walked towards the station.

The promoter stood there, and a cool breeze blew across the roll-up banner next to the stall, causing the words on it to shake continuously.

——A legendary new work by a genius beautiful girl writer who only appears once in a thousand years! A healing work that will absolutely shock your soul!

The weather in Tokyo in November was not too cold, and the promoter kept walking around and sweating a lot. He would shout enthusiastically from time to time, and promoted a lot of products one after another.

Although the cover is a bit high-profile, many people are still willing to get one because it is free and comes with water and bread.

After about half an hour, the third box of books was almost empty and the promoter walked back to his partner.

"Let's make a phone call and ask..."

He originally wanted his partner to contact other people to inquire about the situation, but he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived, he caught the other party slacking off.

The mobile phone was placed openly on the table, with a picture of the shrine on it. The female host was introducing today's schedule of activities, and the media would broadcast today's memorial service live in its entirety.

Seeing that there were not many books left, the promoter simply stood next to his partner, and they both looked down at their phone screens.

The event started on time at 11 o'clock. A man wearing hunting robes and a woman in red and white shrine maiden costume appeared on the screen. They were the shrine staff. Following behind them, most of the officials who came to worship were dressed in suits.

The promoter saw this and suddenly a strange idea came to his mind.

——Many people attach great importance to this worship activity...What will happen if something goes wrong during the process?

At this time, the camera gradually zoomed out, and the entire shrine appeared in the field of vision of the two people.

The promoter suddenly saw a snake. It was a conspicuous green color, coiled on the eaves, lazily lowering its head and looking down at the people below.

There were actually snakes that weren't cleaned up. Isn't the security work really inadequate?

The promoter complained in his heart.

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the snake seemed to be...

……laugh?

"boom--!!!"

Suddenly, there was an explosion. The not-so-loud volume scared both of them. They stared at the picture on their phone in amazement.

The snake disappeared, gray smoke spread from the center of the screen to both sides, fire flickered in the middle and expanded rapidly, the entire picture distorted rapidly, and soon it completely turned upside down - the camera responsible for shooting fell down.

"bomb?!"

The promoter from Beika Town realized what was happening instantly.

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Tokyo time, 11:03 a.m.

The emergency call from somewhere in Kudan, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, set the entire Metropolitan Police Department busy.

When Hakuto from the fourth search section left the restroom, he saw his colleagues from the explosive ordnance disposal team on the same floor pouring out of their offices and rushing toward the elevator. Having been there before, he knew at a glance that this was an emergency operation.

Baijiu didn't ask anyone else. He stood there and listened to other people's conversations and thoughts. He soon understood what had happened.

——Today’s shrine worship activities were disrupted. The place was bombed.

"..."

Baijiu felt nothing in his heart.

His first reaction was - could it be that some iron-blooded player who was unlucky enough to fall into the black side did it?

Many officials who attended the shrine were injured in the explosion. It was said that there was more than one bomb at the scene, and there were many suspicious objects in the surrounding area... No wonder at least two teams of bomb disposal police were sent there.

Bai Jiu didn’t care whether sending so many people at once would lead to a shortage of police force. It had nothing to do with him.

Even Hojo Tobiko, who cares the most about the red side, would at most be annoyed as to why someone was causing trouble on such an important day (the anniversary of Matsuda's death in the original work) and worry about whether her favorite characters would worry about it. As for the life and death of the shrine and officials, she wouldn't care.

Thinking of Hojo Toika, Baijiu opened the group chat and sent her a few words before walking towards the office of Investigation Section 4.

As soon as he came in, Katsutoshi Teraoka stood up from behind his desk.

"Let's go, Hakubato, to the Haido University Hospital."