[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

In Conan's theatrical version, what is supposed to come will always come.

That's right, I'm talking about you, Eight Eggs of Traditional Arts!

When the performance started, several children were listening to it fascinatedly at the curtain backstage, when an explosion suddenly sounded and the whole opera house shook violently.

The chandelier on the top of the theater suddenly broke and smashed towards Irene in the center of the stage.

Conan saw that his mother was about to be smashed into a mosaic on the ground, and he was anxious to rush up to save her. As a result, there was another earthquake, and Conan, whose specific combat power was a mystery, stepped into the crack of the floor and almost prostrated himself.

On the other side, the two extras grabbed Irene on the left and right and ran towards the backstage.

Wakagi Ryo stood on the second floor and smiled kindly at the children.

It's time for the plot, so, sorry everyone.

Please log off for the time being.

He raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Irene, who was running away hurriedly with her skirt lifted, and fired two shots.

The two children holding Irene helped to block the guns one after the other.

Without the blessing of bad luck BUFF, his shooting skills were still quite good.

Wakagi Ryo selectively ignored the big crosshairs added to his perspective by Noah's Ark, and the small program that read as auxiliary aiming and wrote as automatic aiming and locking.

Number of people remaining: 4.

Outside the game, Kudo Yusaku watched Conan and others chasing Jack the Ripper, who was wrapped in a black cloak, all the way into Charlie Cross Station, and turned to look at Yukiko with a headache.

"Such an obvious temptation... I remember that I seem to have taught him how to write the word 'caution'."

Kudo Yukiko showed the same expression as her husband, looking at her son chasing after Jack the Ripper, and suddenly felt a little guilty about letting him go for so many years.

How come my son seems to be underdeveloped in all aspects except solving cases?

Dr. Agasa looked up at Ai-chan, who was still safe on the screen, and lowered his head to continue fiddling with Kudo Yusaku's phone.

"The operation records were deleted very cleanly. It is not clear what he did with your phone for the time being, but... I found that the person seemed to have left a location applet in the background of your phone."

Kudo Yusaku's expression became serious.

"Doctor, are you saying that he intends to monitor my real-time location?"

Dr. Agasa tapped the keyboard again for a while, and called up a list from the background, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

"Uh, it doesn't seem to be."

He moved his chair to the side a little so that Kudo Yusaku could see the list on the screen clearly.

"In fact, I analyzed this software. It sends your real-time location to a specific account every half an hour. Do you want to see who it is sent to?"

Kudo Yusaku:?

I don't know why, but I suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Richard, Charlie, Toby... Dear, if I remember correctly, these seem to be your editors."

Kudo Yukiko bent down and looked carefully at the list on the screen, showing a sympathetic but not completely sympathetic expression to Kudo Yusaku.

Kudo Yusaku:!

"Wait, it has been several hours since I met him, so..."

"So, our 23rd honeymoon trip is ruined, dear."

Yukiko blew on her well-maintained nails with regret, her expression was full of regret, but her tone sounded a bit gloating.

"At this time, they should have been on the plane to Neon."

Kudo Yusaku: Is it too late for me to abandon my stupid son and run away now?

He looked at Dr. Agasa with a little expectation: "Old friend, you can handle this positioning software, right?"

Dr. Agasa was silent for a while and shook his head regretfully.

He thought of Yusaku's neighbor, Ryo Wakaki, who was a die-hard fan of the book. Then he thought of the various delicious snacks made by Midorikawa that Ryo Wakaki often sneaked in. He turned his head, avoided Kudo Yusaku's sight, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Not long ago, Ryo Wakaki was holding the first part of "Dark Night Duke" that had been turned over countless times, and asked the doctor with a melancholy face if there was any way to make Kudo Yusaku write the second part honestly.

In fact, this positioning software can be blocked.

However, for Midorikawa's cookies, so, sorry, Yusaku!

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If Kudo Yusaku's mood is depressed outside the game; in the game, Conan's expression now can be described as completely terrified.

He took Xiaolan, Huiyuan and ZhuXing Xiushu chased Jack the Ripper into the station.

Conan originally thought that Jack the Ripper would blend into the crowd to hide himself, and might even take innocent passers-by as hostages. But after entering the station, he found that the entire station was empty, without a single person.

It was so quiet that it seemed like a ghost cave.

Xiaolan subconsciously became nervous and unconsciously moved closer to Conan and Huiyuan.

Several people gathered together and slowly walked towards the inside of the station.

"Ah!"

A short scream came, and Conan and others looked back and suddenly found that Huiyuan Ai, who had been following them, had disappeared.

"Huiyuan?!"

"Xiao Ai?"

Conan and Xiaolan were shocked. Why did such a big teammate disappear just like that?

In the shadow not far from Conan and the others, Wakamu Liang covered Huiyuan Ai's mouth and greeted her with a smile and a low voice.

"Hello, little girl~"

Huiyuan Ai's pupils shook.

This, this voice... Sangria? ! ! !

Why did he appear in this game? Could it be that he is so lingering that he will float here like a ghost whenever he is not in the laboratory? !

I will go back to do experiments as soon as I exit the game! !

Ruo Mu Liang narrowed his eyes and watched the panel refresh a large number of emotional values ​​as usual, and then he began to install NPCs slowly.

"Just now, you rescued my target?"

Rescue, rescue?

Huiyuan Ai's brain moved slightly, and she glanced back tremblingly.

The face was still Sangria's face, but from the hairstyle to the clothes, it was all in the style of 19th century London.

...Jack the Ripper?

So when I first entered the game, I felt the aura of a similar organization, which was like this?

No, why would the NPC in this game use Sangria as a template?

Wait, if he plays Jack the Ripper, it seems quite appropriate...

Ryomu Ryo looked at the panel with a bit of regret, and sighed quietly in his heart.

Ai-chan is not as easy to pull as before. Is it time to prepare to send out Akemi Rabbit?

Thinking of this, he regretfully shot Haibara Ai out of the game.

When Conan and the others heard the gunshot and rushed over, they only saw Haibara Ai gradually turning into a light spot and disappearing.

"Haiya!"

Haibara Ai raised her head and looked in the direction of Conan, opened her mouth, but because of the forced disconnection, no sound came out.

Conan immediately used the lip reading he had learned with his father in Hawaii, and barely recognized what Haibara Ai said.

Be careful... Sangria? ? ! !

Why does Sangria appear in the game?

Wait, since the professor participated in the design of this game and took the initiative to play the role of Moriarty, it is not impossible that Jack the Ripper was designed with reference to Sangria's image.

However, in this case, the relationship between the professor and Sangria is a bit thought-provoking.

Could it be...

Conan suddenly remembered the inference he had drawn in Osaka before.

Since Huiyuan did not know the professor, and the professor and Sangria seemed to know each other, so his previous speculation that Sangria was likely to be an undercover agent in the winery seemed to have received a strong argument?

If it was the professor, it would not be unacceptable that he could cultivate Sangria, and with the professor's ability and means, it seems that he could suppress Sangria's little hobby.

Conan frowned and began to reason wildly in his mind.

Although not at the scene, Huiyuan Ai would definitely want to complain:...

Although I really don't know the professor, is there a possibility that as a researcher, I don't need to know so many people?