Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

"I heard that Officer Bai is the best detective in the Japanese police force. My wife Tomoko also praises Officer Bai highly, so I specially invited Officer Bai to take the test. I hope you don't refuse."

"Okay, okay..." Shiraizumi Mashi was polite on the surface, but in fact he didn't believe Suzuki Shiro's nonsense at all.

"Mr. Suzuki, why did you invite Shiraizumi Masayuki? I don't play games."

"Mrs. Kudo, you may not know that your late husband, Yusaku Kudo, participated in the development of Cocoon. He was also my friend when he was alive. I wanted to do something for him, so I invited Mrs. Kudo."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Suzuki. Kudo Yusaku is dead. I have nothing to do with him anymore. Besides, I'm Fujimine Yukiko now, not Mrs. Kudo."

Fujimine Yukiko said heartlessly.

"Ms. Fujimine, don't you want to try the virtual reality game that Kudo Yusaku helped develop? Don't you have any interest at all?"

Shiro Suzuki was surprised that Yukiko Fujimine had no feelings for her late husband and was too lazy to even pretend to be 073. Could it be that Yusaku Kudo was really killed by Yukiko Fujimine and Masushi Shiraizumi?

"No."

"Then Ms. Fujimine and Officer Shiro must be interested in playing games together... Playing a virtual reality game with someone you like must be fun, right?"

After Suzuki Shiro said this, Fujimine Yukiko became interested and looked at Shiraizumi Masu shyly.

Seeing this, Shiro Suzuki thought that Fujimine Yukiko was really a slut, and he was probably a cuckold during his lifetime.

Bai Quanyi chuckled and said, "Mr. Suzuki, tell me the truth... Why do you want me to participate in the testing of 'Cocoon' so much?"

Suzuki Shiro's fat face tightened, his expression becoming serious. "I want to compete with Officer Bai in the game. There are no more challenges in my current position. Therefore, I want to compete with Officer Bai, the best man in Japan, in the game!"

Shiraizumi Mashi never refuses a challenge. Although he doesn't know Suzuki Shiro's true purpose, he cannot back down now.

"Okay, I'll participate."

① Shiro Suzuki snapped his fingers and the waiter brought three glasses of champagne.

"Officer Shiro, Ms. Fujimine, cheers!"

"cheers."

"cheers……"

After Shiro Suzuki left, Shiraizumi Mashi and Yukiko also picked up their plates, picked up some food, and sat down with Kogoro Mori, Dr. Agasa, and the kids to enjoy the food.

"Today is really a lucky day for these kids." Yukiko said with a smile as she looked at the kids who had received the badges and were laughing and playing.

"The grandson of the deputy commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department, the grandson of a financial tycoon, the son of a ruling party politician," Maori said, his eyes lowered as he counted them one by one. "The second and third generations who carry the future of Japan are all here."

"I can feel the envious eyes of others." Among the children queuing up to receive brooches, a boy in luxurious clothes said to his companion with a smile.

"It's simply a concentrated picture of the ugly Japanese hereditary system." A cold voice came from the side. Everyone turned around and found that it was Xiao Ai next to Quan Yi.

"With the emergence of this hereditary system, human tragedy is constantly recurring." Xiao Ai had no intention of stopping and continued to speak lightly.

Quan Yi's hand touched Xiao Ai lightly and he whispered softly, "In a child's tone..."

"A politician's son will become a politician in the future, and the son of a bank president will also get the same position in the future." Xiao Ai lowered her eyes, "If this continues, Japan will not change no matter how long it takes." At this point, Xiao Ai suddenly showed an innocent smile, "There were a lot of topics like this on the news yesterday! I didn't understand it~"

“…” Hearing Ai’s tone, Kogoro Mouri and Professor Agasa both breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Genta pulled Mitsuhiko and then Ayumi, and the three kids discussed and decided to use the golden Ultraman card to exchange game qualifications with the second and third generations.

I have to say, these three little devils are really capable. They exchanged for five game qualifications at once.

From this perspective, the second and third generations of Japanese are all idiots and their deaths are not a pity.

"I don't know how you guys were invited, but you guys are really not presentable." A boy named Takizawa Shinya, wearing a blue suit and with slicked back hair, looked at Genta and others with a smile.

"That's why our stances are different." The leading boy, Moroboshi Hideki, who was wearing a red suit and holding a soccer ball, replied nonchalantly. He then looked at Genta and the others with a half-smile, a hint of pride on his face, "Listen carefully, a person's life is determined when they are born."

"That's right." The chubby boy next to him, named Jiang Shouhuang, also said in agreement, "Beautiful clothes will choose the person who wears them, right?"

"How annoying!" The little brats from the Junior Detective League were not convinced.

"Conan, come over and talk to them." The Junior Detective Team came to Conan when they were in trouble.

Conan was pushed out, looking helpless.

"Listen, Japan is a democracy, not a dictatorship. Even children from ordinary families have opportunities to rise."

Moroboshi Hideki said disdainfully: "This is just what we left over. We left a few scraps, and you ordinary people rushed forward to grab it like mad dogs."

"You guy!"

Conan's face flushed with anger.

Even Kogoro Mouri, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore. He straightened his clothes, looked serious, and spoke.

"Listen up, young men! Don't overthink life!" Maori spread his arms, looking very experienced. "Life may seem smooth sailing, but sometimes there are many pitfalls! You'll understand this when you grow up!"

Perhaps because he thought he spoke very well, Mao Li nodded complacently.

But the four kids weren't buying it at all. The boy in the lead, named Zhu Xing, even jokingly said, "So the so-called trap in life is that your wife runs away while you're sleeping?"

"I know about you, uncle!" The young man Moroboshi smirked, "That's why he got the name Sleeping Kogoro, right?"

"You bunch of little stinky brats!" Mouri Kogoro was so angry that he blew his beard and his hands trembled. If he hadn't been concerned about the important backgrounds of these kids, he would have beaten them one by one like he beat up Conan.

"Hahaha..." The children laughed and pointed at Maori Kogoro.

435. Kneel down and call daddy

Kogoro Mouri couldn't do anything about these kids and could only watch helplessly.

"Forget it, let's go!" Perhaps because there was no fun here anymore, the young boy Moroboshi, holding a football, was ready to leave with his playmates. "Let's play mini football!"

"Okay!" The other three children also agreed with this proposal.

Maori Kogoro returned to the dining table in displeasure and complained, "Hakuizumi Mashi, these brats are so unreasonable, why don't you say a few words?"

Bai Quanyi said, "What these little brats said is true. What can I say? At least they left some leftovers. Just be happy."

"Tsk--this world is so boring." Kogoro Mouri couldn't help but take out a cigarette and started smoking.

Soon after, the speakers in the venue sounded: "Dear guests, please look towards the stage."

The guests chatting and feasting below the stage followed the host's instructions and turned their attention to the stage. "The rapid launch of the Cocoon game is inseparable from the investment from the Suzuki Group, led by Mr. Shiro Suzuki. Mr. Suzuki Shiro attaches great importance to the Cocoon game. Now, let Suzuki Shiro speak."

The next moment, Shiro Suzuki, with a big belly, stood on the stage and gave a speech. The richest man in Japan, who looked like a pig, attracted the welcome of countless people under the stage. They all regarded this pig as their idol and wanted to be as rich as this pig.

Shiro Suzuki was talking a lot of nonsense, and his style was more bureaucratic than that of a bureaucrat. Everyone was drowsy listening to him.

The doctor said, "Children, before the game starts, let's play a guessing game first."

"Okay, okay..." The little kid from the Junior Detective League woke up from his sleep instantly.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Mr. A, who works at a video game company, couldn't resist the temptation and started playing the game 'Cocoon' during work hours. What did the chairman do when he saw this?"

"One, because Mr. A reached the last level, he was praised; two, because he played games during work hours, he was fired; three, because he fell asleep during the game, he was allowed to continue sleeping. So, which one is the answer?"

The children began to think hard, and soon, Ayumi raised her hand: "I think the answer is three! The chairman let him go back to sleep."

"Huh? Why?" The doctor looked at Ayumi with interest.

"Because the shape of the 'cocoon' is very similar to a cradle, and cradles are used for babies to sleep." Ayumi answered confidently.

"Unfortunately, the answer is wrong!" The doctor smiled and shook his head.

"I think the answer is one, praise!" Mitsuhiko said confidently.

"That's not right either." The doctor still shook his head.

"The answer is two, expulsion?" Yuan Tai touched his head, looking confused. "Why?"

"Well..." The doctor looked at Quan Yi who was standing beside him, "Quan Yi, did you guess it?"

"I guessed it..." Izumi curled his lips, "But, Yukiko, did you guess it?"

"Of course, what a boring riddle?"

"Eh? Yukiko, you've guessed it?" The doctor was completely unaware of how unhelpful his joke was.

Yukiko shrugged. "A cocoon is a cocoon made by silkworms. In other words, it's a silkworm cocoon, which also means dismissal..." (In Japanese, the pronunciation of "silkworm" is similar to "dismissal").

"Uh..." The doctor felt hit.

Xiao Ai said, "Doctor, I saw in the introduction that you also participated in the development of the game, right?"

The doctor said: "Yes, Yusaku invited me to co-develop it before, and I even stayed in the United States for a while for this purpose."

Conan looked at Dr. Agasa and asked, "Since the stage was designed by Uncle Yusaku, the stage of this game should be extraordinary, right?"

"You'll know the details after you experience it." The doctor smiled mysteriously, "But I can reveal a little information to you."

"What information?" Quan Yi was also very curious.

"One of the game stages this time takes place in London a hundred years ago." The doctor smiled brightly.

"London a hundred years ago?" Conan smiled helplessly. "Uncle Yusaku still likes that era as always..."

Suzuki Shiro finished his nonsense on the stage and the hall suddenly became dark.

"What's going on? I can't see anything?" Kogoro Mouri, who was a little drunk, could not see the road at all in the dark. Suddenly, a tall figure bumped into him, then left in a hurry after saying sorry. Kogoro Mouri was so angry that he started cursing.

"Don't walk around in the dark! You might bump into people!" Mao Li yelled angrily, but the person had already disappeared, so he could only curse a few words and let it go.

If he had seen clearly, he would have been shocked to find that the person who bumped into him was none other than the chairman of Schindler Company, Thomas Schindler!

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed in the center of the stage, and then a capsule-shaped "cocoon" slowly rose from under the stage. It was the "cocoon" game console.

"Next, please enjoy this next-generation game console, 'Cocoon'!" The host's high-pitched voice resounded throughout the stage.

"This capsule controls the five senses of human beings. Whether it is touch, pain or taste, they can all be perfectly restored in the game console!" The host introduced it happily, and on the side, there was a young girl in gorgeous clothes demonstrating.

Meanwhile, outside the conference hall, Thomas Schindler, chairman of Schindler & Co., walked grimly down a corridor leading to the basement, his leather shoes making a resounding click. As he walked, he slowly pulled a pocket watch from his pocket. Looking at the number on it, the gloom on Schindler's face deepened.

"Seven more minutes..." He muttered to himself as he walked towards the basement door, his right hand tightly clenched, as if he wanted to crush the precious pocket watch.

After clenching his fists several times and then letting go helplessly, Chairman Schindler's eyes flashed with sternness, as if he had finally made up his mind. Then he sighed, and his gray hair seemed to look even older in an instant.

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Inside the venue.

"This bronze statue is really well made." Two middle-aged men were chatting in front of a bronze statue, and the topic often turned to the statue.

To call it a bronze statue isn't quite accurate; a group of statues would be more accurate. If it were a group of figures, it would actually consist of several people, some holding scythes, some axes, some holding vases, and one holding a gleaming dagger. The entire statue looks quite majestic and imposing, leaving one in awe.

"Indeed, I heard this is one of Chairman Sindora's favorite collections." One of the two middle-aged men, Moroboshi, exclaimed in admiration as he gazed at the statue. He was none other than Toshio Moroboshi, the father of the young Moroboshi boy, and currently the Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department. "They actually moved here specifically for this event. 1440485057 (Note: Join the group.)"

"Such majestic statues are rarely seen nowadays." Another older middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile, "It can be seen that he also put a lot of thought into it." He was none other than Jiang Shou's grandfather, the child with the surname Jiang Shou among the children just now, Jiang Shou Tetsunosuke, also a famous chaebol banker.

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While the two were admiring the statues, a football suddenly flew over and bounced directly on the statue, knocking the dagger in the hand of the statue holding the dagger directly to the ground.

"You can't play football here! Hideki." Seeing this, Toshio Moroboshi on the side said in a serious tone, but from his expression it can be seen that he didn't really care about this matter, and he was just pretending to give a warning.

"Yes." The boy Zhu Xing was not actually kicking the ball, he was just kicking it out of boredom. Seeing that his father was angry, he obediently picked up the dagger and put it back in the hands of the statue, then slowly left with the football in his arms.

"It seems a bit too much." Jiang Shou on the side secretly glanced at his grandfather, and when he saw that the latter ignored him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not going to happen." Unexpectedly, Moroboshi beside him chuckled, looking nonchalant. "How could the statues here be anything valuable? Since they can be placed here, they must be cheap. So even if they are broken, it won't be a big deal."

They didn't know that when they were saying this, Shiro Suzuki, who had just come down from the stage, was passing by here surrounded by a group of reporters.

Suzuki Shiro happened to glance to the side and saw Moroboshi return the dagger to the statue. Without thinking much about it, he continued walking forward.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Suzuki Shiro was once again surrounded by reporters and fans. As the richest man in Japan, even a pig would be popular, just like when facing Ma, many people wanted to kneel down and call him daddy.

After finally taking a breath from the frenzied fans and reporters, Suzuki Shiro looked at the staff nearby and said, "Where is Kenmura? I haven't seen him for a long time."

"I'll go find it right away." The staff member bowed respectfully and said in a low voice.

436. Virtual Reality Games

The basement of the City Hall.

Chairman Schindler slowly walked to the door of the basement, looked at the words "Jiancun Office" on the door, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed, gently stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door of the basement.

Inside the basement, everything was filled with what looked like large computer mainframes, giving it a very high-tech feel. Directly opposite the main door was a screen. Countless tropical fish were swimming around on it, looking quite amusing. In front of the screen, three connected computers were flashing lights frequently. In front of the computers, a figure sat quietly with his back to the main door.

Chairman Schindler breathed a sigh of relief.