Conan's Corpse Picker

The deputy team leader hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing, took a cup of coffee, and quickly returned to his laboratory.

……

The deputy team leader was not admiring the beauty, but suddenly realized that the pair of glasses looked very familiar.

——It is exactly the same as the inspection glasses that Gin sent over not long ago.

This made the deputy team leader feel a little strange.

However, considering Qin Jiu's character and how fierce he was, the deputy team leader finally decided not to say anything.

——Be a little slow, there is probably a way to survive.But if he took the initiative to divulge information related to gin, it might not be long before that terrible killer's Beretta would be on his head.

Deputy team leader: "..." Forget it, forget it.I'm just an innocent technician, why worry so much.

Gin and Belmode must know it well...

……

This time, for the convenience of keeping secrets and throwing the blame away, Jiang Xia only preliminarily selected three cadres other than himself, intending to invite them to play a game with few people but happy.

He reconfirmed the condition of the three pairs of glasses that had been sent out.

Then it was discovered that the "game connection device" of Gin and Belmode had been "safely processed" at this time, and it might be put into use at any time.

As for the vodka...

Jiang Xia didn't put anything "suspicious" on the pair of glasses for vodka.

— Shirley's hair, of course not.

One is that vodka is probably not interested in this, and the other is that if it is really released, vodka will definitely put on glasses and go straight to gin at the first moment when it recognizes the owner of the hair, and shout "Brother!!" by the way, In this way, all subsequent problems can be solved.

...If things turned out like this, not to mention whether Gin would feel that the suspiciousness of this pair of glasses soared.In this case, first of all, I am afraid that vodka will not enter the game smoothly.

As for the positioning device... of course it was not placed.

Belmode and Gin may have some interest in exploring objects that have been equipped with traps, but Vodka is completely different-if it is really installed, he is more likely to immediately throw the glasses as far as possible , I suspect that this is a prop used by some people to monitor him.

So in the end, Vodka just happened to pick up an "idol peripheral toy" accidentally dropped by a passing middle school student at the place carefully measured by Wu Yun Ta Xue Mao.

……

The positioning device on the pair of glasses that Gin Jiu received had already been removed.

Belmode is not as hardworking as he is, and he is usually watched by the FBI, so his efficiency is a little lower, and he only solved the problem tonight.

As soon as Jiang Xia thought that everything was ready and that the murderous game might be about to start, she suddenly lost the mood to sleep.

He touched the ghost mint beside the bed, knocked out one to ignite and refresh himself, and remembered something at the same time, and confirmed to Noah:

"The 'game' this time is also a detective theme?"

Noah nodded: "The script provider Hiroki met was a reasoning cartoonist."

"Is that so." Jiang Xia was thoughtful.

Belmode, the ever-changing monster, playing a detective is a piece of cake.

The reaction of vodka can be roughly imagined.

The leftover gin...

"..." Jiang Xia held the ghost mint in her mouth, thinking about what kind of painting style would be like to solve the case with gin and wine.

After a while, some scenes slowly emerged in his mind:

Deep and treacherous bgm, choose one of three regular murderers.

In the dim room, the suspects were tied to the torture rack one by one, and all kinds of bloody instruments of torture were hung on the wall.In the shadow of the corridor, a figure stepped out slowly.When Gin came to the suspects, he put down a large bucket of chili water, picked up the whip and dipped it, showing a gloomy villain sneer: "Tell me, who killed you."

After a pause, he seemed to think that this was a waste of time, so he put down his whip again and raised his gun: "Forget it, as long as you are all killed, the murderer will naturally be punished."

……

Jiang Xia: "..."

... The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am actually a prophet.

"..." No, I have to make some changes to complete the goal, and I can't let this outlaw lunatic have fun, otherwise how can I harvest murderous aura.

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Congratulations to Mr. Huanyang for being promoted to the Silver League~

1171【Accept sanctions, gin】

Also, since it's a "game"...

Jiang Xia thought of something, his eyes dimly lit up.

——In the real world, vodka always lacks the courage to kill people, so the murderous flavor of vanilla ice cream is so rare.

But what about in the gaming world?

Thinking of vodka's murderous aura towards cats, passers-by, and Uzuo's younger brother... Jiang Xia vaguely had an idea.

——How about this time, give this bottle of bullying wine a higher status, and see how he will react.

……

Jiang Xia hasn't read the script this time.

He not only wants the fun of the game, but also pays attention to the fun of other people being played by the game, so he has been entangled in "reading the script or not reading the script".

But now...

Jiang Xia thought for a while, then turned to Noah: "Blur the specific details, and show me what jobs can be experienced by 'players' this time."

……

After reading the script, Jiang Xia gradually had a plan in mind.

Following the pair of glasses, he secretly observed the situation of the three candidates at this time, and then found that the right time and place were the best time to attract people.

"The opportunity is rare, let's start tonight."

Jiang Xia handed the remaining ghost mint to Noah's side, and put a few packs in advance, ready to start today's operation-as expected of the black organization, the three bottles of wine seem to be nocturnal, at three o'clock in the morning, everyone unexpectedly Haven't slept yet.

...Since you can't sleep, let's do something interesting together.

……

Tokyo.

In a safe house with high security.

Qin Jiu was checking the assassination list for the next week, before he could finish checking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver light from the corner of his eye.

He quickly grasped the handle of the gun, turned his head and looked over, and saw that the source of the light turned out to be a pair of glasses.

"..." Qin Jiu remembered something, put down the gun again, and picked up the pair of glasses to check.

——He still has confidence in the level of organizational technicians.After having the people in the research institute check it carefully, Gin was sure that there were no dangerous devices such as poisonous needles or electric shock equipment on it.

At this time, the glasses that suddenly lit up with silver light did not pose any threat to the human body.

Apart from the prompt lighting, Gin found that the only change was that one of the lenses changed color slightly.

Soon, a blurry picture appeared on it—it looked like a projection of a photo.

"..." Qin Jiu fixed his eyes on the lens, frowned slightly, and remembered what the technician said before: There is a set of storage devices on the frame, but the capacity is not large, and the data in it is easy to be destroyed if it is cracked forcibly.

From Gin Jiu's point of view, this pair of glasses is a rare clue about Shirley.To be on the safe side, he didn't ask to crack it right away, but planned to study it for a while first, and if he couldn't open it, he would hand it over to a technician to solve it.

The idea is very good, but because he was too busy, Gin never had time to take a closer look at the glasses after he got them back from the research institute.

Unexpectedly, tonight, it suddenly started to move.

The opportunity was fleeting, Gin didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly picked it up to look at it.

……

The photo vaguely projected on the lens is a blurred figure.

Although the person's face and figure were shrouded in mist and it was difficult to see clearly, Gin still managed to recognize the person above by relying on the hair color and hairstyle.

After being startled for a while, he showed a sinister sneer as if he had found a prey.

……

Gin quickly unfolded the frame and put the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

——Although I don't know where this pair of high-tech glasses came from.But since it is glasses, the operation method must be to put it on first.

After wearing it, the mosaic on the photo in front of me disappeared and became clear for a moment.

But it was only shown for an unusually brief fraction of a second——Gin only had time to confirm that the person in the photo was indeed the defected "Shirley". Before he could further observe the background of the photo, the photo blurred again.

At the same time, in the middle of the image, a floating frame suddenly popped up:

There are a few big characters written at the beginning: [User Confidentiality Terms]

Below is a large list of detailed descriptions that need to be pulled down, densely packed with small characters, and an extremely long progress bar.

Finally, there are two simple option buttons:

[Agree and enter], [Deny]

Gin clicked his tongue impatiently, and clicked "Agree and Enter" without much hesitation.

——The current situation is very clear. Only by clicking Agree can you see the information about Shirley inside.

As for what obligations and risks he, the "user", would have to bear after clicking on it... Gin Jiu wasn't worried—he wouldn't really abide by it anyway.

There was no privacy in these glasses, it was just a pair of glasses that had just been picked up.The technician has also confirmed that there is no mechanism that can cause harm to the human body... In short, even if you agree, it is just empty glove information.

The Outlaw Project is well listed.

However, it fell short of the normal technological level of an organization technician.

——The moment he clicked agree, Qin Jiu's eyes blurred.

In the next second, his body suddenly fell back, and he fell down in the safe room like a workaholic who died suddenly in the middle of the night.

Consciousness quickly entered another space similar to the "holographic game".