Coroner Coroner

"Not only that."

Conan's tone became more and more confident:

"I say London 'is the world with the most hope of clearing the customs', and there is another very important reason:"

"That is…"

He lowered his voice and said pointedly:

"I know the writer of this game."

"This script in London at the end of the 19th century must have been created by that person!"

Conan was talking about his father Yusaku Kudo, of course.

He and his father were completely carved out of the same mold.

So of course he knew how enthusiastic his father was about "London at the end of the 19th century".

Conan can guess the general plot direction of the game without playing it, and what important NPCs will appear in the plot that will affect the clearance.

"This... makes sense!"

Lin Xinyi was completely convinced:

He knew that Conan had adopted a most advanced way of solving problems:

Bypassing the question itself, use your own understanding of the question maker to directly figure out the question maker's concept of the question.

The plot of the game is written by Conan's father.

With Conan, the son of the "Creator God", there, is it possible that this game will not pass the level?

"it is good!"

Lin Xinyi made a decision:

"We'll just choose this dungeon—"

"London, Jack the Ripper!"

Chapter 477 Pseudo open world?

Lin Xinyi and others chose the light door leading to the foggy city of London.

In addition to themselves, there are also some strange little players who know that they are not capable enough and want to hug the thighs of adults, and they also chose this level.

The checkpoint team expanded to a dozen people in an instant.

Except for Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan, the others are primary school students.

This makes them look a lot like elementary school teachers who take their children on a spring outing.

But the destination of everyone’s trip can’t give people such a pleasant association:

through the light gate.

Heaven and earth change.

The damp chill of an autumn night blows head-on.

It was followed by a pungent smell of soot.

By the time they passed through the light gate, they were already standing in the foggy London in 1888.

At this time, the night was dark, and although the gas street lamps on both sides of the road were still bright, they were shrouded in the weird thick fog that lingered all the time, making the lights look dim and dim.

Dim lights, thick fog, and uninhabited streets.

"It's a weird feeling..."

Before the primary school students started the game, they were startled by the weird environment and trembled.

"And the air smells weird, too."

"It's not poisonous, is it?"

Toxic, of course not.

It's just smog.

Developing industrial countries have this stuff.

Don't look at the fact that the BBC BBs every day and others are not environmentally friendly, but the "killing fog" in London was the real authentic back then.

This time when he came to London in 1888, Lin Xinyi was naturally prepared for the air quality here.

but…

"Cough cough cough cough."

It is indeed the haze of the old industrial empire, and it is not comparable to the younger brothers of the new era.

Pure enough, strong enough!

Lin Xinyi was also choked up several times before he recovered.

And he is still savoring this 100% pure steampunk taste, and he hasn't had time to analyze how the game starts...

In the dark alley not far away, there was a sudden voice:

"Ah—" "Kill, kill?!"

It was a scream of terror.

"Murdered?"

Lin Xin reacted instantly:

Could it be that as soon as I entered the game world, I happened to bump into the crime scene of Jack the Ripper?

Playing the opening CG of the boss to the player as soon as they come, this seems to be a commonly used beginning of the game.

Then if they can take down Jack the Ripper here, wouldn't the game be cleared directly!

"Miss Maury!"

Thinking of this, Lin Xinyi immediately sent a suggestive look to Mao Lilan.

Mao Lilan understood immediately, and followed closely behind Xunsheng.

They quickly walked through the dark alley, and followed the sound to another street not far away.

Taking advantage of the dim street lights on the street, take a closer look:

They see a person.

It was a mysterious man wearing a wide cloak and a wide-brimmed top hat, making it difficult to see his figure, face, and even his gender.

At this time, his back was facing Mao Lilan and Lin Xinyi.

Holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand, he squatted next to a blood-drenched woman.

"It really is Jack the Ripper!"

Both Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan understood that they really bumped into Jack the Ripper who was committing crimes.

So the two "pistol level" masters immediately broke out with all their strength, preparing to let this perverted murderer who only kills weak middle-aged women understand what real cruelty and violence are.

but…

wow——

How could Jack the Ripper not respond when the witnesses yelled "Killed" so loudly.

Before Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan had time to catch up, he jumped up on the spot at a speed that could almost pull out a phantom.

Then he abandoned the bloody corpse under his body, and fled to the distance without looking back.

The scene of escaping was like a video played at 2x speed.

Lin Xinyi and Mao Lilan were already about ten meters away from Jack the Ripper, and now they couldn't catch up.

"This speed..."

Lin Xinyi realized that something was wrong:

"At least it's above the 'pistol level'."

That Jack the Ripper, who can only torture and kill weak middle-aged women, is so powerful in combat?

How come the suspense detective game that was promised has become a fighting one?

Or…

Is this just the opening CG that the game is forced to play?

Is it to prevent players from clearing the game's "story killing" in the prologue?

If possible, Lin Xinyi hopes to be the latter:

Playing wits with the boss is troublesome enough.

If you finally won the battle of wits, the boss escaped by fighting with no technical content.

Wouldn't the player have to be so angry that he smashed the screen?

"Mr. Lin, what should we do?"

"Should we continue to track?"

Mao Lilan looked at the hard stone pavement on the ground for a while, with a tangled expression:

"This kind of pavement doesn't leave clear footprints, and it's not a suitable medium for carrying odors."

"Combined with the strong wind at night, the smell will dissipate quickly."

"Unless we can call Caesar now, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with him."

"Yes."

Lin Xinyi's expression was also very melancholy:

I knew I would bring Caesar to play games.