CONAN: I have a compositing station

The streets of London shrouded in dusk and fog.

A figure wearing a white dress and a cloak flew by, fleeing with a slightly embarrassed back before the British police arrived.

Figures skim the end of the alley, through narrow London alleys.

Dragonflies leaped over the silver trash can lid in the corner.

Galloping all the way, until it ran far away and threw off all sights, the figure stopped.

Look around, it's safe enough.

The figure leaned on the corner of the alley and stretched out a hand.

The fingers were as slender as chopsticks, and they were very abnormally thin.

The fingers wiped on the face, and the strange face that was originally white enough to scare a child to cry suddenly softened.

Who is it not Natsuki?

"Why arrange such an identity for me?"

Natsuki said as if to himself.

Ever since Noah said that Hiroki wanted to meet him, Natsuki actually had the idea of entering the game.

On the one hand, it is to meet Hiroki, a teenager living in the virtual world.

On the other hand, Natsuki wants to experience what a virtual game made at this level of technology looks like.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of virtual game has been developed, then the synchronous live broadcast of the picture and audio track should be no problem.

But Natsuki observed it when he was outside the field.

Except for the children lying in the game cabin, the others did not know the situation in the game at all.

Even the master control background is only the positioning of each player.

This seems very contradictory, but it is also very knowledgeable.

This is also the reason why Natsuki assured Shiho Miyano to come in.

As soon as Natsuki's words fell, he discovered the answer to his question.

Obsidian-like, deep polygonal regular blocks appeared on Natsuki's face, and gradually dispersed around.

The square light particles visible to the naked eye even floated past Xia Mu's eyes.

Natsuki blinked.

Buddy seems to be handsome, the system modeling is about to go wrong....

"Noah, are you okay?"

Natsuki hesitated, slowly spoke, and gave a suggestion.

"Or... Let's lower the resolution a bit?

After a moment, the vision on Natsuki's face gradually disappeared.

"I... OK!

Noah's voice sounded in Xia Mu's ears, and his voice was crisp and sharp.

It just sounds like it's a bit strong.

"Why did you make me guest star this guy, your database should have this person set up, right?"

Natsuki tugged at the collar, the game was so real that even the material of the clothes was very real to the touch.

"Because when Brother Natsuki logged in, the "cocoon" scanned that you happened to be wearing similar clothes today, so I took it by the way, isn't that interesting?"

Noah's mechanical voice was tinged with a smile.

[It's not because when you entered the game, the system fluctuated, if I hadn't been in a hurry, I would have almost gone wrong.] A

text suddenly appeared in Natsuki's mind.

Although there was no sound, this paragraph inexplicably appeared in his mind.

"Did you say something secretly just now?"

Natsuki asked with some doubt.

"I said because you logged in..."

Noah repeated.

Natsuki listened while emptying his mind and paying attention to the thoughts in his mind.

That passage did not appear again....

But he was sure that the feeling just now was not an illusion.

Xia Mu was suddenly stunned for a moment, and his eyes narrowed.

Before calling Noah, he seemed to subconsciously change his appearance.

Changed back to what he was.

But he didn't use transfiguration.

In this virtual world, you can't bring in a human skin mask, and you can't use transfiguration....

But Natsuki did just that.

Natsuki suddenly thought of the dream he had had before.

The guy who could pull him into the dream, was ravaged by him in the dream.

And the psychiatrist who tried to hypnotize him, was eventually hypnotized by Natsuki in turn....

In this virtual, or spiritual realm, Natsuki seems to be a little good at it.

Is it because the strength of the soul is different from ordinary people?

Or is it that in this world that does not belong to reality, the "gods" that were once jokingly are finally gradually living up to their name?

[Hiroki and Kudo are about to enter the plot, and I should also go and continue acting with the adults outside to buy time.] The

familiar text reappears.

Only then did Xia Mu react.

It seems, probably, to be... Noah's voice?

"Through Conan, I can eavesdrop on the voice of artificial intelligence", right?

Why not eavesdrop on Conan?

No, the point is, an artificial intelligence also has a voice?

Xia Mu does not understand this aspect very well, and the right artificial intelligence has a voice.

"Where's Hongshu? Didn't you say he wanted to see me? Hearing

Noah's heart, Natsuki pretended to ask.

"No, the game isn't over yet, so I can't see Hiroki."

"You want to experience this game too, right, Brother Natsuki?"

Noah's voice sounded again.

This time, Natsuki found that he seemed to be able to, probably a little sensing Noah's existence.

The vast majority of Noah's computing power is maintained in games and confrontations with the outside world.

Only when Natsuki is talking, there will be imperceptible fluctuations around Natsuki, as if Noah quietly arrived.

That should be the computing power that Noah temporarily divided.

"It doesn't seem convenient for me to show up, right? How can I participate in the game?

Natsuki asked.

"I've already thought of it for you."

God Noah said mysteriously.

"Next, please go to Shell Street, 221 of B, and you will know your identity when you arrive."

"Have a good time, Brother Natsuki."

After Noah's voice disappeared, Natsuki raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

Through the thick yellow fog, I saw the colorful rings on the top of the entire city of London.

That's where Noah is.

"221 Baker Street, B."

"Let me make a cameo appearance in Sherlock Holmes?"

Natsuki whispered to himself, then grinned.

Maybe someone will be envious, jealous and hateful.

"Well, as long as it's not Jack the Ripper."

If only he used this look to replace Jack the Ripper.

Xia Mu didn't know if the victim would still scream in horror at that time,

or if his face was blushing and he couldn't wait...

At that time, it is really difficult to say who is the murderer.

Thinking of that strange painting style, Natsuki froze.

After lowering his hat slightly, he walked towards the spot in Noah's mouth.

Despite the lack of a map, he has an inexplicable intuition that guides him to his final destination.