Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

In order to avoid the pursuing Japanese police, Gushe jumped from the top floor of the shopping mall and died on the spot.

Because she chose to move to a safe location for resurrection, her body was transported from the mall to the shadows under a remote bridge.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the warm orange light filled the world outside the front bridge, allowing Gushen to barely see her surroundings.

She saw an eyeball rolling from the front of her eyes.

She saw the flying palm of her right hand crawling towards here from a distance.

She felt the legs that were barely connected to her body make a weird sound and twist back to their original position.

She felt the shards of glass that had penetrated her body, like the dagger that stabbed her to death, being pulled out of her body piece by piece, and the skin around the wound began to slowly close.

The sheath died for the second time.

Now she is being resurrected.

——The whole person is like a broken doll, broken into pieces, and the system is like a kind mother, using its power to slowly stitch her broken body back together.

Players will not be shielded from pain when resurrected, and the sheath is extremely painful.

But she was worried that shouting would attract others' attention and that this scene would cause even greater trouble, so she could only swallow all the pain.

The translucent system pop-up window still appeared in front of her eyes.

The temporary group chat was flashing, and one sentence was particularly glaring.

[Arrogance: Why did you run away? Why don't you want to help? Are you a fan of Zero and the others? ? 】

"........."

Gushe looked at this sentence.

She had nothing to say.

At this time, she couldn't move her hands or feet. All she could do was turn her eyes, slowly and laboriously look away, and look towards the distant horizon.

……

She came into this world a week ago.

After she delivered the things and confirmed her identity, she planned to check the room. But she was a police officer before and had never received any special agent or undercover training, so she didn’t know how to do it.

In the end, Gushe could only clean the room and explore the corners while thinking about what to do next.

Just then, Baijiu came to talk.

Gushe couldn't explain how she felt when she learned about the situation of her teammates on the red team (rich family, two parents, active police, etc.). Anyway, after finishing the conversation, she went to the living room and turned on the TV.

On the screen, the female host Rena Mizuno and Hondo Ekai, whose real identity is the American CIA undercover agent, were conducting street interviews in standard Mandarin without an accent.

Behind her is a certain commercial street. The shop signs and posters at the door also have familiar square characters on them.

Gushe knew that this was the system's considerate automatic translation.

However, when she looked at this picture, she still couldn't help but have an illusion in her heart.

She didn't leave.

——This is still her hometown.

However, when Gushe opened the ticket booking APP and wanted to try to book a flight back to China, the emergency prompt card of the game system suddenly popped up.

[Players cannot travel to countries other than where the plot takes place, please choose again. 】

Can not go back.

Like a bucket of cold water being poured down from the head, I shivered when I saw this reminder in a room without air conditioning at the end of August.

She recognized this reality.

……

Back to the present.

Resurrection takes time, especially if you are seriously injured.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she saw that the light of the setting sun on the land was dissipating.

She stared at this scene blankly.

The harmonious blend of red and orange has always been the color she is most familiar with.

——Because that’s where her name comes from.

A name is the first gift a child receives when he comes into the world. No matter what country or region, a person's name often carries the expectations of his parents.

Her single name is "Sheath".

The sheath is a protective device that prevents the sharp blade from hurting others.

Her full name is "Cornsheath".

Cornsheath is a traditional color.

Some people say it is orange, while others say it is red. Her parents support the latter, thinking it is a special kind of red. Sheath red is not as sweet as pink, nor as warm as fiery red, but it is the color of autumn.

——Symbolizes the joy of harvest and a bright future.

They chose this name as their expectation for their daughter. Although Gushe could remember that they were no longer here, their feelings were completely passed on to her through her uncle and father's police friends.

But now...

Warm liquid flowed from the corners of Gushe's eyes, sliding down silently.

But now, she has no future.

……

why?
Gushe couldn't help but think so.

Why choose her? There's nothing special about her at all.

Even if she really had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being an undercover agent, wouldn't it be better to go to those domestic film sets where she would lurk and pretend? If it must be animated, then a rabbit is fine, so why bring her here?
Why take advantage of her kindness and set such a nasty trap?

Why……

...Why is she the only one who died?
Why?
Strong grievances kept pouring out, and Gushe felt more hot tears flowing down, and they kept falling to the ground.

She is a police officer and took a solemn oath when inheriting her father's police title.

But under the responsibilities and obligations of that level of identity, she is also an ordinary person - an ordinary person who is deeply affected by emotions and has various shortcomings, big and small.

She will be dissatisfied, sad, and hesitant;

She will be fearful, anxious, and angry.

She will have all the negative emotions a person can have.

At this moment, Gushe was immersed in these emotions. Unprecedented intensity of unwillingness and anger were constantly eroding her heart.

Finally, she could move her hands and feet. Sheath tried to get up from the ground, but bursts of piercing pain came from her limbs, causing her to fall back to the ground again.

She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down the discomfort in her body and mind. After finally regaining her composure, she raised her head and looked around.

She stayed here for a long time, but luckily no one came near her. After confirming that there was no problem, Gushe picked up her phone, and the first thing she did was to block both Tojo Hojo and Shirojiu.

After doing this, she clicked on her skill introduction.

[Passive skill - Life and Death: Invalidate other players' skills.

Note: There is a probability of failure against players from competing camps. 】

[Active skill - Live towards death.

You can take away things owned by people who are dying or have a strong desire to die. Not only material things, but also the other person’s life, memories, abilities, family, feelings, thoughts, etc. The upper limit is six.

Note: The same 'item' cannot be grabbed twice. If you want to grab it, you have to give up the last time you got it. The items given up can be discarded or returned to the person who was robbed. 】

This is the active skill of Grain Sheath.

If she seriously injures a rich man or an important political figure, she can take away their power and wealth - as long as she dares to be cruel to the innocent (at least to her innocent), she can easily get it for nothing.

This is simply the devil's ability, quite deceptive, which is another reason for Gushe's hesitation.

Because she too was tempted.

This is simply the malice of the system. Other players use cheats to enhance the game experience. The stronger Gushe plays, the more powerful she is, which makes her struggle internally.

Gushe stared at the skill introduction interface.

The current situation seems simple.

As long as she gives up her mission, her job, all her responsibilities, beliefs, and morals, and uses her skills thoroughly, she can live quite comfortably here and enjoy everything she could not even imagine in her previous life.

As long as she gives up those...

Just... give up...

Gushe clenched her teeth tightly, waiting to make up her mind.

However, that feeling of resentment quietly faded away from her heart at some point.

She found herself hesitant again.

Can some things... really be given up?

"Buzz-"

Suddenly, her phone vibrated, interrupting Gu Sheath's self-doubt.

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The part about the name looks familiar and normal. It was originally from the front, but now it has been modified and moved here.

Sometimes the stronger the sense of morality, the more painful it is. (End of chapter)