Conan's other me

Chapter 45 Game Conference

Two days later.

Dr. A Li's house.

"Game conference?"

"That's right," said Xiaolan on the phone, "it's a game company called Mantiantang, which produced a detective game with my dad as the main character. We're going to attend the press conference in the afternoon, Xiaokong, will you come with us?"

Dr. Ari, who wanted to strike while the iron was hot, took Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko out to hunt for treasure again. Fengyuan and Conan both found an excuse not to go.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing else to do, so Fengyuan agreed.

After casually tidying up the experimental props that Dr. Ali discarded indiscriminately last night, Fengyuan went out to the Mori Detective Agency to meet Xiaolan and the others.

Seeing that the weather was gloomy, although it hadn't rained yet, Fengyuan still brought an umbrella.Halfway through, the rain began to patter down.

Fengyuan walked on the road alone holding an umbrella, and after walking for a while, he saw Xiaolan hurriedly running here with an umbrella.

The two returned to the Maori Detective Agency together.

after an hour.

Rice Hotel.

Where game launches are held.

There were a lot of people at the press conference, but the organizer only set up one entrance, so the queue was very long.

Four people lined up in the queue, and Xiaolan looked at Uncle Mao Li worriedly.

"vomit--"

Uncle Maori was obviously hungover and looked like he was about to throw up.However, since he had already vomited once at home, he was just retching now.

"Really, Dad!" Xiaolan said dissatisfiedly, "Who told you yesterday that you want to celebrate early, and you were so drunk!"

"Stop rambling," said Uncle Maury, after gulping again, "I've only had five or six glasses...um...gin, vodka, and bourbon..."

Uncle Mori used exhaustive methods to prove to Xiaolan that he didn't drink too much. Fengbara glanced at Conan who was following on Xiaolan's right, and found that he was looking at Uncle Mori with a speechless expression.

Speaking of which, the two men in black that Conan met last time were just fakes...

That's why he didn't respond to the names of these wines—the code names of those members of the black organization?

To Fengyuan, Conan's expression is still easy to understand, so he seems to have no reaction, which probably means he really has no reaction.

Feng Yuan did not continue to struggle.

He's here for real, not lying comfortably in bed reading manga.

But... the line is really long.

"It's so slow!" After a while, Conan couldn't help complaining.

"Yes, there are so many people!" Xiaolan expressed her support.

"Nonsense!" After retching a few times, Uncle Mao Li looked a little better, "Almost everyone from the game software industry is here!"

Uncle Maori is quite proud of the fact that the game works featuring himself as the protagonist are so eye-catching.But just when Uncle Mao Li was about to list the heavyweights on the field to Xiaolan and the others, a voice stopped him.

"Mr. Maury?"

"Ok?"

"It's me!" A young short-haired man said, "I am Nakajima, who is full of heaven, and I planned 'Detective Mori Kogoro's Mystery Hall'."

"Oh, yes! We met at the planning meeting." Uncle Mao Li was stunned.

"The entire press conference is discussing this game," Nakajima said to Uncle Mori, "This is the first time a real detective appears in the game-it's all thanks to Mr. Mori that I was able to complete such a great project."

"Haha," Uncle Mao Li looked smug, "You have the vision to choose me."

At this time, another voice cut in.

"Hmph, you are indeed excellent, Nakajima," the man with curly bangs on half of his hair came over, "—if you really planned this game."

"Ueda..."

"Oh, I was wrong," said the man called Ueda while scratching his right cheek, "I shouldn't have told you that if there were Maori detectives in the game, it would be a hit. Who knew that your proposal would be out in three days, and you would hold this press conference not long after..."

"you--"

"I don't know whether to call you fast or cunning," Ueda continued, "Stealing other people's things all day...whether it's work or women—right, Takeshita?"

"Well," Takeshita is a man with a high hairline who is about the same age as the two, "but that happened in college, I have forgotten..."

Feng Yuan was thoughtful.

One is being robbed of an idea, the other is being robbed of a girlfriend...

Considering that Conan is by his side, Kaedehara felt that there might be something wrong with this press conference.

However, no one believes this unscientific reason.

Depressing his desire to be a prophet, Fengyuan continued to line up with Xiaolan and his party.

Not only those who were invited to come had to queue up, but even the employees of Mantiantang Company had to queue up to pack their briefcases.Feng Yuan noticed that the briefcases of these people were exactly the same, but they didn't even put their name tags on them.

It looks like a big company, and the management is not very good.

After being cut in line by several employees of Mantiantang, Xiaolan left her bag and coat, and everyone entered the arena.

Game launches are obviously a playground for games.

Although the main character this time is the detective game with Uncle Maori as the main character, there are still a lot of game equipment placed at the press conference for guests to experience and play other games of Mantiantian Company.

It was rare to come to a place with such a strong game atmosphere, and there happened to be four people. Xiaolan and Uncle Mori also joined in, fighting against Conan and Kaedehara respectively.

Xiaolan is one of the few people whose game level is worse than Conan's, but her luck is very good, so the two win and lose each other.

Feng Yuan was hit hard.

He hadn't been exposed to these "old era" games before time travel, and he was not good at this kind of fighting games.In contrast, he is still more interested in healthy, sunny and positive games.

And it just so happens that Uncle Mao Li likes to abuse food.

Seeing that Uncle Maoli became more and more excited as he played more and more, and even forgot what the group of them were doing here, Xiaolan, who had just won a round with Conan, kindly interrupted Uncle Maoli.

"Dad, Xiaokong, don't play this," Xiaolan said, pointing to a machine not far away, "let's play that one!"

It was a machine for measuring punch strength.

When the user puts on the glove and punches the device, the machine can instantly give a number to reflect the strength of the user's punch.

This machine is more like the machine used to screen out amateur players in a certain martial arts competition in a comic that Feng Yuan once read.

This made him feel quite intimate.

Anyway, it must be more fun than the battle game just now.

So Fengyuan readily agreed, and Uncle Mori stood up with some unfinished business, and the group walked over.

(End of this chapter)