[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Conan watched Xiaolan's figure gradually being swallowed by the white mist under the cliff, and then turned into a white light and disappeared into the air.

"Lan!!!"

Conan punched the cold and hard top of the train carriage several times.

"Wait for me, Lan, I will definitely pass this damn game and bring you and everyone back without missing a single one!

Wait for me a little longer, Xiaolan."

After completing his daily task of teasing little Conan, Ruomu Liang slowly got out of the game cabin of "Cocoon" and propped up his chin to look at the video, with Conan's eyes burning with anger.

Not bad, not like in the original work, because of Xiaolan's self-sacrifice, he became a soft and dreamless little Koko.

It seems that the continuous "education" and "encouragement" during this time are indeed very effective.

In the game

Conan stood up, and the bloody fist brought continuous pain, allowing his brain to barely stay calm.

"The train is accelerating, and the current speed is about 100 kilometers. There are about five minutes left to reach the terminal.

Theoretically, the only way to survive is to cut off the connection between the locomotive and the passenger car. But Xiaolan is not here now, and I don't have the doctor's props. It is impossible to do this by my own strength.

There must be other ways."

Although the previous levels were equally difficult and desperate, there must be a glimmer of hope in despair.

This seems to be the principle of the professor's game design.

Jack the Ripper said that this car was a retreat specially chosen by the professor for him, a retreat...

Conan subconsciously bit the nail of his thumb, and when the train turned, he suddenly noticed the barrel pattern on the last wooden car.

Red wine?

Red wine!

Conan suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly remembered that day in the VIP room of the poker club, the professor suddenly raised his glass and said something about red wine clinging to the glass.

Simply put, the so-called "cup hanging" refers to the mass transfer phenomenon caused by the surface tension gradient at the fluid interface.

That day, after the professor finished speaking, he deliberately turned the goblet in his hand to an almost flat angle, so that the wine could fully stain every corner of the cup wall.

Conan thought that his behavior was just to match the ironic "Cheers to Scotland Yard" that he said later.

Now think about it, it might be a hint of passing the level.

Conan turned his head and stood on the roof of the car. He could now vaguely see the outline of the terminal.

After visually estimating the approximate distance, Conan counted the seconds in his mind, then ran to the top of the last freight car, opened the skylight and jumped into the car.

As expected, there were barrels of red wine barrels sealed in logs inside.

Next to the iron door inside the car, there was also a small but sharp axe hanging.

Conan's eyes lit up, and he was more certain of the accuracy of his speculation.

He stepped forward and took down the axe, and made cracks in the barrels filled with red wine one by one. The bright red wine flowed and slowly filled the carriage.

Conan counted the countdown silently in his heart, then took a deep breath, dived into the red wine pool, and then tried to get into an oval barrel that was firmly fixed at the bottom of the shelf.

As the out-of-control train crashed into the reception room of the station, the carriages in front were directly smashed to pieces.

Conan closed his eyes and held the edge of the barrel tightly to fix himself.

This was the last carriage, and there was a lot of liquid inside the carriage as a buffer, and Conan himself hid in a huge wooden barrel to fix himself, and did not suffer additional impact damage.

But it didn't feel very good.

Ruo Muliang suddenly thought seriously, and felt that the original plot designed such an escape plot, it was indeed because of the name.

Isn't this the feeling of a real drum washing machine?

But it was Conan himself who was washed.

Well, it turns out that there is only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname.

After watching Conan experience the super-powered drum washing machine, Mosquito-coated eyes grabbed the edge of the wooden barrel, and before he had time to struggle to stand up, the final clearance special effect was triggered.

A whirlpool of medium size appeared in the red wine in the car.

Conan, who was dizzy and dazed, stepped on the center of the whirlpool, and then only had time to make a half-scream, and then accompanied by the latter half of the gurgling sound effect, was flushed out of the dungeon by the clearance special effect like a flush toilet.

Ruo Mu Liang touched his nose and found that his conscience was slightly painful.

Ah, I am really a goodPeople.

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In the hall of the release site.

Almost all of the high-ranking politicians and businessmen invited to the event in Japan were staring at the last game cabin on the stage, which was still lit.

The other game cabins had already spun and sunk under the stage when the players were eliminated.

No matter how the staff tried to operate, even using electric saws to cut the floor or the game cabin to forcibly rescue the children inside, it was useless.

Conan, the only survivor at present, can be said to be their only hope.

With a "hiss".

A lot of white smoke came out of the last game cabin, and the lid snapped open, and the child inside struggled to climb out of the game cabin.

"Conan!"

Kudo Yusaku and Dr. Agasa hurried forward.

The game cabins that had been forcibly locked before were also unlocked and raised to the stage again.

A large number of parents swarmed onto the stage and found their children. There were also many emotional ones who hugged their babies and cried on the spot.

Mixed in with so many people, the behavior of Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko was not that eye-catching.

"Are you okay?"

Kudo Yusaku helped Conan up, who looked top-heavy and seemed to be floating with every step.

Conan: ...

He tried to hold back, but finally couldn't hold it back, and he pulled Kudo Yusaku's arm and vomited directly.

This damn physical simulation is too real!

Anyone who has experienced the super-realistic rotation effects of the drum washing machine and the flush toilet will want to vomit.

But fortunately, he didn't eat anything at the dinner, and what he vomited was basically acid water.

So Kudo Yusaku could barely hold on to his little remaining fatherly love.

The loving and worried expression on Kudo Yukiko's face disappeared in a second, and she stepped back several steps with a stern face, away from Conan who was vomiting and Kudo Yusaku who was stained with a lot of acid water.

Yusaku Kudo: ...

I suddenly feel that Japan is not my country.

He took off his suit jacket because it was wet and left it in the control room. Now Yusaku Kudo is only wearing a close-fitting white shirt.

As a result, his son vomited all over his shirt.

With his upbringing, he could neither take off his shirt and go shirtless, nor accept the performance art of having nothing under a vacuum suit.

So he could only endure the blue veins jumping happily on his forehead and continue to wear the shirt with an indescribable smell.

"Mr. Kudo!"

"Mr. Yusaku!"

"Yusaku Kudo, you pigeon spirit!!!"

The messy venue caused a small commotion because several people in suits and leather shoes broke into the venue again.

Yukiko Kudo looked at her husband with sympathy from three meters away.

She knew everyone who came.

Each of these people was muttered by Yusaku Kudo at least three times for various reasons. The uncle with the most bald hair is the worst. He is the direct person in charge of "Dark Night Duke". When he just negotiated with Yusaku about the relevant matters of the release, he was obviously a promising editor with neat clothes and healthy hair.

As the second part of "Dark Night Duke" was delayed again and again, the editor's hair became increasingly sparse.

As a woman who traveled around the world with Kudo Yusaku for 22 times on her honeymoon, Kudo Yukiko irresponsibly left a second of sympathy tears for the editor Richard.

However, Richard is no longer the usual Richard today. On the way here, he received guidance from an anonymous but enthusiastic loyal reader and has successfully evolved into Niuhulu Richard.

After he arrived at the scene, he took out his mobile phone without saying a word and took a series of photos of Kudo Yusaku, who was now in a rather embarrassed state.

"Mr. Richard, what are you doing?"

The corners of Kudo Yusaku's mouth twitched slightly, and he always felt an ominous premonition.

Richard smiled and handed the photo to Kudo Yusaku for viewing.

In the photo, Kudo Yusaku had messy hair, his tie was missing, there was a conspicuous lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt, and he was holding a primary school student who was dizzy from vomiting and had a slightly red cheek.

"Mr. Yusaku, we agreed to publish the second part three months ago. Do you think you can hand in the manuscript to our publisher as soon as possible?"

Kudo Yusaku: ...

Niuhulu Richard's hint was very obvious. If he still didn't hand in the manuscript on time this time, the photo in his hand might be "accidentally" seen by some journalist friend one day.

On the bright side, the reporter might write that the famous writer was drunk and unruly, and had an illegitimate child.

On the worst side, some journalist with a wild imagination might write something like "A famous writer did this to an unconscious little boy in public", something that could be published on the legal page.

For those paparazzi who always use headlines, there is nothing they dare not write except what you can't think of.

"Yes, yes, you promised an interview with our magazine last week."

"The short mystery you promised last year?"

"And the manuscript you should have given to our publisher last month."

Several other editors rushed forward and surrounded Kudo Yusaku.

"And the new book your wife said you had written!"

Well, what new book? Kudo Yusaku's expression cracked slightly for a moment.

"Yukiko?"

Kudo Yusaku turned his head to look at his beloved wife, and the always calm and composed Kudo's face showed a slight expression of "unbelievable because his wife backstabbed him".

Yukiko, who deliberately said in an interview program that her new book was a trap for her husband because she saw the photo: (✪ω✪)

She covered her mouth and laughed elegantly, then winked at Kudo Yusaku and made a big heart with her hands.

"Come on, dear~"

After saying that, she pinched her nose and took Conan, who was gradually recovering, from Kudo Yusaku's arms, and turned to Xiaolan's position.

Accompanying her husband to finish his manuscript is not as interesting as shopping with her daughter-in-law.