Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

He took out a box of fresh salmon he had bought this morning from the refrigerator's fresh-keeping shelf, and also picked up half a cut lemon.

He opened the box, took out the fish and placed them on absorbent paper. After carefully absorbing all the moisture, he transferred them to a clean plate, sprinkled sea salt and black pepper evenly on both sides, and put the plate aside for the time being.

After doing all this, Aoyagi Binguang wiped his hands. At this time, he heard footsteps. He turned around and saw a face that looked exactly like his own.

"Why did you come out?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing to do. I've basically finished reading all the information."

The skill clone walked over and sat on a high chair behind the island counter. He turned his head and looked at the closed bedroom door of Rabbit: "Is he stimulated?"

Because the clone was separated as soon as he came back, he didn't know what the rabbit experienced in the afternoon.

"Kind of."

Just by reading the descriptions, Aoyagi Bin felt that the situation was tricky, let alone seeing those memory rabbits with his own eyes.

"The other two players are more troublesome than I expected..."

Aoyagi Binguang took down the chopping board and knife, put the lemon on them and cut it into thin slices. He then used the tip of the knife to pick out the seeds and threw them into the kitchen waste bin on the side.

While doing these things, he picked out the more important parts of those memories and told them to his clone.

Aoyagi Binkou was used to this and there was no embarrassment of "I ask myself". He wanted to look at this matter from another perspective.

He wasn't worried that the rabbit would suddenly come out and hear him talking, because he wasn't pretending to be in such a bad state; even if it did come out, it wouldn't matter, because he could explain that he was just talking to himself.

It took Rabbit several hours to type and explain it clearly, but it only took Aoyagi Akimitsu about ten minutes to dictate.

He brought the simply marinated salmon to the gas stove, picked up the frying pan, put it on, turned on the fire, added a small piece of butter, shook it gently to melt it, then turned to medium heat, and then put in the salmon.

"Reading thoughts and modifying wills...are indeed very troublesome abilities." The skill clone said, "Especially since one of them is a passive skill."

"Yes."

The fish skin gradually turned charred, and Qingliu Binguang estimated that it was almost done, so he carefully turned it over to the side.

The system did not explain all the rules clearly, and many of them required players to figure out on their own - just like the protective halo, the system mentioned that there were special circumstances, and he just realized that this special circumstance referred to the original characters, and perhaps others.

But in some places, the system explained it very clearly, for example, it said at the time that [Active skills cannot be effective on teammates or allies].

A careless player might just treat it as all skills, but Aoyagi Binkou remembered this clearly and paid more attention to other people's passive skills.

"Do you want to try to control them?" the skill clone suggested.

Aoyagi Bingguang thought for a moment and said, "It's difficult."

It is easy to control others for a period of time. You just need to control their desires - give love to those who lack love, give money to those who are greedy, and threaten those who care about their offspring with your children.

But that is only short-term control. After all, people's hearts change, and preferences will change or become more serious over time. Sooner or later, the day will come when control is lost.

Because of the special family background of Aoyagi Akimichi, he likes to make a preliminary judgment on a person's character based on his family. He doesn't know what Hojo Touka is like for the time being, but Rabbit told him about Shirahito's situation over the past few months.

"First, 'jealousy'."

"He came from a poor family. His father died in the line of duty and his mother raised him alone. Poverty and the contempt of others for this poverty have long been a source of worry for him."

"He would feel ashamed for his mother's behavior of saving money, and would feel ashamed and resentful when being laughed at by relatives, without any sympathy for his mother..."

Aoyagi Binguang looked at the fish in the pan and switched to the other side to continue frying.

"People like this, after traveling through time and space and having better family conditions and wealthier parents, may not necessarily be willing to end this game."

In addition to this, Aoyagi Binguang could also roughly guess what the other party meant by "helping with some interpersonal relationships."

——He would ask Hojo Toika to change the will of those people in the Metropolitan Police Department whom he disliked.

A person who is narrow-minded and vengeful, after being caught in a rainstorm, would rather tear up other people's umbrellas than hold up an umbrella to cover his already wet body, so that they can suffer with him, or even be more unlucky than him.

Rabbit had seen Hakuto's business card in the briefcase several months ago. He was now a deputy inspector, and his age... based on the age of Officer Hagiwara who died in the same period, he was about twenty-six years old.

A 26-year-old police inspector who has attended college and police academy is most likely in the semi-professional group.

Aoyagi Akimitsu understands the workplace culture in Japan. Many companies here have a lifetime employment system, and promotions and salary increases are not based on ability but more on age and qualifications. Therefore, many young people are unwilling to make progress because hard work is useless.

In the police system, the semi-professional and non-professional groups follow this pattern, with the only exception being the professional group. If Baijiu is in the professional group, he will be promoted two levels.

A person who would feel unhappy if he saw someone with better shooting results than others in the same period, who desperately wants to improve himself but is restricted by the system, and who has someone around him who can get promoted quickly...you can imagine how jealous he is.

Therefore, most of those unlucky Metropolitan Police Department police officers are elites in the professional group.

Aoyagi Binkou was too idle to sympathize with them. He added a few slices of lemon to the pot to add a little flavor to his salmon dinner.

"In short, Baijiu is a hidden danger like a landmine. Then there is another player, 'Arrogance'..."

"Her skills are pretty disgusting." Qing Liu Bingguang paused here and said: "Besides, I hate arrogant people."

In addition to their skills, he was also surprised by their relationship before the time travel and their current status.

One didn’t recognize it, the other did, but didn’t say it;

One wanted to rescue some of the original characters, while the other's guilt, which had just arisen because of her attitude and actions, disappeared completely, and may even have turned into stronger dissatisfaction and disgust.

When Qing Liu Bingguang thought of this, he suddenly remembered that the people she wanted to save seemed to include two public security undercover agents who were his targets.

One was bourbon, the other was his childhood sweetheart with blue eyes - Rabbit still didn't know the man's name or code name, only a facial description.

The same problem that Aoyagi Binguang thought of was naturally also thought of by his skill clone.

"It seems that the difficulties you are facing are greater than you imagined."

There was no emotion in the clone's voice.

"indeed so."

If the purpose conflicted with his but there was no danger, or if there was danger but there was no conflict with him, he would not care about it. But this one had both...

Aoyagi Binkou sighed and took the fried fish out of the pan.

He looked left and right at the plate, adjusted the position of the fish to a more aesthetically pleasing angle, added the garnishes, and finally sprinkled with chopped parsley.

Even if he doesn't have enough time to prepare, he still wants to cook food that satisfies himself.

Aoyagi Binkou put the plate on the island counter, sat next to his skill clone, picked up the knife and fork, and began to enjoy the delicious dinner that had just been cooked.

When the rabbit was not around, he usually didn't talk while eating. He ate quietly, and his skill clone watched him quietly beside him and even poured him a glass of water.

Aoyagi Binguang also felt calm.

The skills of the three time-travel players revealed so far are stronger than each other, but he only feels that it is troublesome. He does not feel unwilling in his heart, nor does he feel that his skills are weak.

On the contrary, this skill is the one he is most satisfied with since he started playing the game.

His current situation is very troublesome. The organization that is counting down his life, the players from other camps who have opposing stances, and teammates who seem easy to fool but actually have selfish motives and will hide the truth from him... However, it is far from a desperate situation.

——"…If you cannot defeat the opponent head-on, or if you will suffer great losses in a head-on confrontation, then you should avoid the opponent's edge. Using your own weakness to attack the opponent's strength is the most foolish thing to do in the world."

——"You can still achieve your goals by hiding behind the scenes and planning every step."

Aoyagi Binkou felt his throat blocked again.

He quickly picked up the water cup beside him and took a sip. The cold water passed through his aching throat, and the salty taste in his mouth finally faded away.

Now he is not only Aoyagi Akimitsu, but also Aniseite.

——What Aoyagi Akimichi can't do, Aniseite can definitely do.

Chapter 31 Vodka: Was I abandoned by my eldest brother?

The first half of this chapter is taken from the original version.

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Saturday night, eight o'clock.

In the bar that had already opened, Gin sat at a round table at the back.

He was still wearing a black windbreaker, with long silver hair hanging down his back, and his face half-hidden by his hat and overly long bangs. The bar was dim, and it was difficult for others to see his face clearly.

On the stage, a beautiful female singer sang with piano accompaniment, and her moving voice made everyone present intoxicated.

Vodka sat next to Gin and took a sip from his glass. As a group of lawless lunatics, they didn't care about drunk driving at all.

"There's a new guy joining us. I don't know what will happen this time. I heard it's the rum boss from Southeast Asia..."

He was halfway through his speech when he realized that Gin next to him wasn't listening to him at all, his eyes were fixed on the stage.

"Are you enjoying the music? Indeed, this female singer is not only beautiful, but her voice is also so intoxicating."

Not only the female singer, but also the person playing the piano with her back to them was also a beauty from behind, with her long brown-gray hair loosely tied into a bun and draped over her shoulders, a hint of emerald green faintly visible in her hair.

When the song reaches its climax, the piano melody becomes particularly passionate, almost covering the singer's voice.

Gin took out the cigarette from his mouth and seemed to want to say something to Vodka. At this moment, his pocket vibrated, so he put the cigarette back in his mouth and took out his cell phone.

Vodka began to pay close attention to Gin's expression.

Although he couldn't see his eldest brother's expression clearly, from the frequency of the cigarette shaking slightly, he felt that Gin seemed to be in a bad mood.

Many members of the organization thought that his eldest brother was a cold person, but in fact, Gin usually loved to laugh. It was just that when he didn't laugh, he could scare people to tears, but when he laughed, he could directly scare people so much that they dared not to cry.

In the entire organization, the only one who could compare to him in aura was Shirley's sister's boyfriend, Rye Whiskey.

But maybe because of the attraction of the same kind, the eldest brother had met Rum's subordinate, the mystic Bourbon, whom he disliked, several times, but he had never met Lei since he joined the organization...

Vodka was lost in thought, and when he came to his senses, the female singer on the stage had gone off stage to take a break. He was about to look away when he saw the pianist walking slowly towards them.

The other person was indeed a beauty as he expected. Judging from her facial features, she looked like an Eastern European, with fair skin, a tall figure, a necklace around her neck, and a pair of light brown eyes that were as sweet as honey with a smile on their faces.

It's just that the clothes are dressed more conservatively, the waist and legs are completely covered, and even the ankles cannot be seen.

"Would you like to have a drink with me?"

The other person stood next to Gin, speaking with a Kansai accent.

Vodka was admiring the other person's appearance a second ago, but after hearing these words, he felt sorry for the other party's bad luck and was destined to return empty-handed - no matter how beautiful she was, it was useless, his brother was very vigilant and nothing would happen between him and a strange woman.

Gin looked up at her, his sinister eyes under his silver hair met the light brown skin.

"Humph……"

Gin picked up a glass of wine from the table and placed it heavily in front of the empty seat next to him. With his rough movements, the gold foil floated in the transparent and colorless wine.

Seeing Gin's action, Vodka was stunned. This drink was specially ordered by his elder brother after he entered the bar, but he never drank it. Now he did this...