[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

After sending the two junior high school students back safely and successfully harvesting a large wave of emotional values, Ruo Muliang returned to his safe house with a blank expression.

Then he opened the panel in his mind.

Sure enough. He knew that the biggest surprise was that he had no accidents along the way.

The attribute line of luck value -80 temporarily turned gray, and there was a countdown line behind it that kept jumping.

00:16:32

Including the time spent in the hospital and on the road, was the bad luck temporarily sealed for 3 hours?

The duration of the skill of "assimilation" is exactly three hours. Although the test subject No. 1 failed to support the full duration of the skill today, he happily received a box lunch to finish the filming.

But it seems that the feedback he received was not lacking.

In other words, just like the skill description, this is encouraging him to make others as unfortunate as himself.

No, we can't jump to conclusions.

The effect of using the skill on ordinary NPCs and on the main characters with names may be different, and the degree of bad luck of the victims may also be different. Putian Kohei's death gave him a three-hour buffer time. If there was no life-threatening situation, but only injury, would it be different?

Or, if the nature of the object used is different, will the effect be different?

More experiments are still needed.

In this way, perhaps there will be many cases that seem to be murders but are actually accidents, which will make detectives bald.

Sorry, drum washing machine (good reading)

But for now, this skill has great potential and can be maxed out first.

There are 15 minutes left in the countdown. Ruo Mu Liang rushed to the second floor without saying a word and took the first safe and sound hot bath in the world of science without bad luck.

I was almost moved to tears.

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Beito Town

A pure black Porsche 356A was parked on the side of the road. Even in the car, the man who was wearing a top hat looked at the photo on the file with a gloomy face.

Outside the car window, a young man with headphones passed by and curiously looked at the old car that had been discontinued.

Gin's face remained unchanged, and his left hand pressed on the Beretta on his waist.

The car door was opened, and the big guy wearing sunglasses entered the car carrying the lunch box and drinks purchased from the convenience store. Seeing Gin touching the gun with murderous intent, the whole person froze for a second.

Vodka looked out the window following Gin's gaze, only to see the back of a young man disappearing at the corner of the street.

"Brother's car is so handsome, it's normal for passers-by to look at it twice."

Gin put down the gun and took out the lunch box from the plastic bag that Vodka was carrying. His cold tone almost made ice chips fall in the small space of the car.

"Where's the target?"

"He's dead."

"Or was it an accident?"

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be an accidental case."

"How many is this?"

"Brother, this is the third one."

Vodka took out a photo from his suit pocket and handed it to Gin.

"This is a photo of the scene."

The man in the photo grabbed his collar, his face was purple, and he looked like he had died of suffocation. But the expression on his face was like he had reached heaven.

"At first I thought it was really an accident, but then I thought the drugs scattered on his desk seemed a bit strange, and sure enough I found the mark."

Vodka took out the second photo. On the desk, there were several messy scratches on the edge of the unpacked drugs, and some of them were vaguely connected.

It looked like a twisted M.

Gin snorted coldly: "Bad taste."

After finishing the lunch in a few bites, Gin flipped through the few remaining data pages in his hand and said: "The afternoon mission will be postponed for the time being."

Didn't you say yesterday that the situation was urgent and that the people had to be dealt with as soon as possible?

However, as a qualified younger brother and driver, Vodka knew that it was a rule of survival in the workplace not to easily question the leader. Especially his immediate boss who could shoot and kill so many people in a year.

"Okay, big brother!" Vodka stepped on the accelerator and turned around to the nearest safe house.

"Mobilize all the peripheral members in Tokyo, I want to find this M."

"Yes, big brother!"

Three times, this M got rid of the target who needed to be cleared first.

The first target was a black policeman, a rebel in the organization.

The gangster wanted to be a tainted witness and seek the protection of the Japanese public security. Rum bribed the black policeman and got rid of the rat who surrendered to the enemy before the public security took over, and then Gin's action team killed him.

As a result, when Vodka delivered peanuts to the door, the man had been lying dead on the carpet of his home for at least three hours. Judging from the scene, he should have died by "accidentally falling from the stairs".

The second target was a photographer who accidentally photographed the scene of the organization's transaction with others, and used it to blackmail the peripheral members who were carrying out the mission at that time, so Gin recorded it in his little notebook.

By the way, Gin's original plan was to shoot the man and then use some explosives to physically transcend the man and the house.

As a result, before Vodka installed the explosives, the photographer died in a fire in his sleep, and the fire started in his own kitchen. Both the man and the film were burned to ashes in a fire.

The third target was a drug dealer who had sold drugs to some peripheral members of the organization, so he was on the hunting list. That's right, the winery is drug-free. After all, there are only a few capable cadres, and most of the other members have small brain capacity. If they are poisoned by drugs, they may all degenerate into paramecium.

As a result, the target died of drug overdose in his own bedroom, and the bedroom door was even locked.

Including the latest one, these three cases will undoubtedly be closed as "accidents".

But these can't be accidents.

Gin took out a few photos clipped in the notebook.

In the first photo, a corner of the pure white carpet was lifted, and the blood of the dead soaked the carpet, forming a vague M shape on the pure wooden floor.

In the second photo, the dial of the golden watch on the wrist of the charred corpse, the mirror position cracked with large and small cracks, and the thickest ones were entangled together.

The third photo, which was the one that Vodka just handed over, showed the staggered scratches on the table.

Without exception, a distorted M was left on all three photos.

This can't be a coincidence.

The cell phone rang, and Gin frowned instinctively after seeing the number displayed on the mobile phone. For a second, he wanted to hang up the call.

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that the person in charge of our action team made three mistakes."

The temperature in the car dropped again, and Vodka, who was driving, complained in his heart.

Brother! If you turn on the air conditioner again, I will catch a cold tomorrow morning QAQ. Will I be shot to death by you if I turn on the air conditioner now?

"Are you free, Vermouth?"

The beauty on the other end of the phone leaned on the balcony railing and curled up her hair out of boredom.

"I'm a bit free. Recently, there was a child abductor in the United States. More than a dozen children have disappeared in succession. Many of the FBI hyenas chasing after me have been led away."

"Since you have so much free time, let your hacker find out who this M is."

"That's what I want to talk to you about. The information has been sent to Vodka's mailbox. Take a look."

Gin frowned and turned his head to clamp the mobile phone. He took out a laptop computer that was not light at all from the back seat and opened the mailbox.

There was an old photo in it. The woman in the photo was lying on the road with a lot of blood under her. The woman's body seemed to have been dragged and moved, and the blood left a long trail on the ground.

A familiar M shape.

Gin looked at the black and white photo on the laptop and asked in a deep voice: "Is this M your man?"

"Is he almost identical? I was shocked when I saw Vodka's action report. Although I can't be 100% sure that this M is the poor little guy I saved, he is also a genius boy. There is no harm in meeting him."

"Name."

"Let me think, it seems to be...Wakagi Ryo."

Today's Gin