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

Chapter 7 Aboriginals and Travelers ([-])

He is a traveler.

But he forgot how he dressed.

Maybe sleeping?Maybe something unexpected happened while walking?In short, when he regained consciousness, he was inexplicably in a strange dark space, and an even stranger voice sounded around him.

[You are now invited to become a world player of "Detective Conan". Do you accept it? 】

【……what? 】

His face was confused, and it took him several seconds to figure out what he heard.

【Who are you?Conan...that [-]-year-old Japanese elementary school student wearing a blue suit and red tie?Are you letting me travel through time? 】

After a few seconds, he reacted again: [Why me?I was born with strange and unusual bones that made you fall in love at first sight?Then why didn't you give it to me when I was a senior in high school?Could it be that something unexpected happened to me?No way, I remember I was...】

【exist……】

He's stuck.

——He found that he couldn't remember anything that happened before entering this space.

...No, more than that!
He tried his best to recall, and then he was even more shocked to find that not only the memories before arriving here, but also the memories about school, roommates, friends and parents had become blurry!
I can't even remember my own name! !
He suddenly panicked and asked loudly: "Did you do something to my memory?" ! 】

【No. 】

The system voice is calm: [We will randomly select people whose lives are in danger in reality and invite them to become game players. As long as the game is cleared, you can return to reality. 】

[You lost part of your memory because you injured your head in an accident. 】

[What happens if I refuse? ...Let me stay here forever? 】

There was darkness in all directions, and there was no light at all.He couldn't see or touch anything else, and there was only this strange sound around him.

[This system adheres to the principles of voluntary play, free play, and happy play. Those who refuse to become players will be sent back to their original bodies. 】

[However, most of you have had accidents in reality. Even if you can go back, you are still in a vegetative state. You can only hear the calls of your family and friends around you, but cannot make any response. At the same time, you are not sure when you can return. wake up. 】

There was a deathly silence all around.

He gritted his teeth, and after an unknown amount of time, he spoke tremblingly:
[...As long as the game is cleared, can you really send me back? 】

【Yes.As long as you clear the game, you can wake up in the real world. 】

The system told him with great certainty.

……

[Lust: ...So I agreed to the system, and then I drew the ID of 'Lust' and entered this game. 】

[Lust: When I came in, I ended up in a room with an incinerator. Two people next to me grabbed me and tried to throw me into the furnace. I resisted with all my strength. During the process, I accidentally opened the system with my ring and pressed the button in the group chat. That string of garbled characters... I knocked those two people unconscious. One of them had a lot of blood on his face. I don’t know how he is doing now...]

The player whose ID was Lust stopped typing, his hands still shaking.

He cannot speak and can only communicate with others by typing, but he can see and hear.From the reflection in the window glass next to him, he saw clearly what he looked like now - a brainless but conscious monster.

Until now, he still felt like he was in a dream.

Speaking of reality, it is absolutely impossible for a headless person to survive in reality.But calling it a game, what I just experienced was too real.

The blazing temperature of the incinerator, the hands grabbing his shoulders and ankles, the large amount of blood spattered by the opponent when he fought back, the strong fishy smell, and the distorted expressions on their faces...

"..."

He forced himself not to think about whether he had killed someone, whether it was self-defense, whether he would go to jail... After calming down, he reached for the pop-up window again.

A little man is sitting on the pop-up window with his legs crossed. Unlike his headless head, he has more heads. There are three of them. The one in the middle is a human head with sparks faintly spraying out of his mouth, a sheep head, and the last one is Bull head.

The villain's skin is a strange purple color, and his upper body is bare, revealing a fat and soft belly. His figure is very similar to the Maitreya Buddha in the temple.

He still remembered Maitreya Buddha, but he couldn't even remember his own name... Thinking of this, he felt bitter and bitter.

While other people traveled through time to enjoy themselves, he looked like this. The only good thing was that he had the chance to go back.

...Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how painful it would be for his parents to lose their only son.

[Lust: After they fell, I was afraid that someone else would come in and wanted to escape immediately.The group chat has a function to locate the chat object. I found that you were nearby, so I hurriedly came to find you, using skills. 】

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued writing.

[Lust: My active skill is 'Wind and Rain Ruhui', and my ability is Black Mist, which is what I have around my neck.Their function is relatively versatile, they can block attacks, and they can also function as eyes and ears, allowing me to see and hear. I can spread mist particles as coordinates to move to other places. 】

That's how he came up.He let the tiny mist particles float out of the ventilation duct first, all the way up, and finally came to this room.

[Lust: It is mentioned in the skill introduction that mist particles can also invade other people's brains, read and delete other people's memories...but I haven't tried it, so I don't know if it can be done.As for passive skills and tasks, they have not been generated yet. 】

He is somewhat self-deprecating. He lost his memory, but gained the ability to read and delete other people's memories.

This skill is dangerous and annoying - no one likes others to pick up their privacy - but even so, he still chooses to explain it clearly to the other party.

He suddenly traveled through time and his body became like this. The only people he could seek help from were other players with the same origin as him.

He doesn't remember his parents, but he remembers what they taught him. Don't be arrogant when asking for help. After all, the other person doesn't owe him anything.He has nothing now and can only show sincerity first.

Although this man pointed a gun at him as soon as they met and fired, it was normal. He knew how scary he was now, and after he told him where he came from, he put down the weapon.

Thinking of this, he began to carefully look at the teammate in front of him.

His teammate looks as handsome as a star, with long, slightly curly hair, deep facial features, and a scumbag-like temperament... rather casual, frivolous, and unreliable.

His facial features didn't look Asian, and the system didn't say that all the players were from the same country. If they were really foreigners, he had to be lucky that the system provided them with a Japanese translation, otherwise he, who only spoke Chinese and had average English, wouldn't be able to communicate with this teammate.

"My ID is 'Rage', you can call me 'Aoyagi Binguang'."

The man named Qingliu Binguang got out of bed and walked to him step by step.

The moonlight reflected from the window seemed to melt into those light brown eyes. He saw that his eyes were particularly soft, watching him patiently.

"Do you really not remember anything about what happened before the time travel?"

His voice is gentle, and even if the question is close to questioning, it will not make people feel uncomfortable that "this is a forced question." On the contrary, it feels like he is really caring about himself.

(End of this chapter)