Conan’s Corpse Picker

Noah slowly came to his senses.

While controlling the character, showing disdain for the harmonious atmosphere around it, it secretly controls the game.

——It remembered that Jiang Xia said that too much information in the game should not be exposed to the outside world, especially about the little mixed-race girl. Just now, Noah had to struggle to find a camera to broadcast the events in the game to the outside world in a reasonable and unsuspicious way without photographing some people.

And now... As soon as those bastard adults cheated, it would have a reason to use it as an excuse.

…

Noah naturally cut off the voice communication inside and outside the game. Sounds from the outside world can no longer be transmitted into the game.

After that, it closed many imaginary screens, leaving only a few.

Burden reduction successful.

Noah secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the burden on his shoulders was relieved a lot.

…

Next to them, a group of players escaped death and did not stay on this dangerous bridge any longer.

"Let's go to Baker Street first." Conan remembered the direction Dr. Ali pointed out to them just now, and headed there with a group of people.

After walking for a while, the melodious "dang——" "dang——" sounded, which was the hourly bell coming from the building in the distance.

"Hideki Morohoshi" followed the sound, and suddenly showed a disgusted expression: "What a crappy game, the time has not been corrected, and it is open to play..."

Conan was startled and followed his gaze.

I saw the huge clock on the tower nearly a hundred meters away. It was very strange - the bell had just struck the hour, but now, the minute hand on the dial was pointing to "50 minutes".

Even, under their gaze, the minute hand not only did not feel that there was anything wrong with it, but instead arrogantly moved forward one space, pointing to "49 minutes".

"...I'm afraid this is not indicating the time, but referring to the remaining number of people in all copies."

Haihara Ai also discovered the anomaly of the clock. She worriedly said: "There are exactly 50 people who have experienced it."

"The game has just started, and someone is already out. It seems that even if it does not trigger a 'cheating penalty', the difficulty of other copies is not low."

The two people were talking and couldn't help but think of the high school detective who temporarily changed careers under the cunning AI's black hands and became a racing driver... I don't know what happened to Jiang Xia.

Although there is no evidence, they always feel that Jiang Xia's serious racing is probably no worse than motorcycles - how could this talented high school student who wants to experience everything let go of a man's passionate project like "racing".

only……

The two tomboys thought of the car accident a year ago that led to Jiang Xia's attempt to restart, and sighed inwardly:

Ordinary racing cars are fine, but if a car suddenly explodes next to it, will it interfere with Jiang Xia's thoughts?

But they only thought about it in their hearts and did not say it out loud.

——In case, Noah didn’t expect this. As a result, they muttered that the bad AI found an opportunity to defeat the terrible enemy, so it deliberately caused a car accident to put Jiang Xia into a state of being distracted...

"..." The two tomboys looked at each other, looked away at the same time, and changed the topic, "Find Baker Street as soon as possible. Otherwise, as time goes by, the difficulty of the game will only become more and more difficult."

…

A group of people did not have proper transportation and had to walk to their destination.

On the way, they heard several passers-by muttering in panic: "Have you heard? In the alley of Mayita Street, a new unlucky guy was disemboweled - this is the fourth time..."

After the passers-by left, Hui Yuan Ai looked back at them and sighed softly:

"It's a terrible world - London at the end of the century, although it is said to be the last era of peace and contentment in the British Empire, in fact there is a huge gap between the rich and the poor, which breeds many gangsters with brutal criminal methods..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment: Haiyuan Ai suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a lot of murderers in reality, and there were also many serial killers hidden among them...

This sentence is somewhat pessimistic.

Conan remembered that he was surrounded by children with average psychological quality, and quickly changed the subject: "No matter what, criminals will definitely be punished - hurry up and find the 'Light of the Times'."

You will be able to fight side by side with Sherlock Holmes soon...

Conan thought about it and became sincerely excited: It would be great if this game could be released normally. By then, he could have one at home, and when he had nothing to do, he could come in and play with his idols, and they could solve crimes together... That's right. , you can’t take Jiangxia with you.

"..." Speaking of Sherlock Holmes, Conan suddenly thought: I don't know if the mysterious young man who suddenly disappeared just now is Sherlock Holmes.

...If so, why did dad design such an image?

…

While the game is going on.

In the game hall outside.

On the stage in front, as several players failed and were eliminated, the "cocoon" they were in dimmed, rotated and sank.

Soon, the game cabin retracted under the stage, and the lid was sealed above the head, as if a coffin had been dropped.

On both sides of the stage, parents looked at this ominous scene and covered their eyes in dismay. In the hall, the sound of breathing and small sobs came and went.

…

Everyone else in the control room was also in a gloomy mood.

President Sindora also looked grave.

He and the others prayed secretly. However, the content of his prayers was slightly different from others.

Sindora kept thinking in her mind: Hurry up, hurry up - it's best to lose everyone immediately, so that the secret about the bloodline that he carefully guarded will no longer be brought to reality with the winner. Come.

——If those media who are afraid of chaos in the world know that "Thomas Sindora, the emperor of the IT industry, is a descendant of the notorious 'Jack the Ripper'", he will be in trouble.

Let’s not talk about those troublesome guys who adhere to the “blood theory”. Once this matter is exposed... Sindora thought with sweat on her forehead that the supporter he currently relies on - the powerful widow will probably no longer be his supporter, but will fall down and crush him to death. Even if he doesn't die, it will bring huge trouble to his empire - this is something he doesn't want to see anyway.

——Sindora remembers that her ex-husband and children were both disemboweled and killed by a serial killer imitating "Jack the Ripper". It's also troublesome for her to express her anger.

Compared to the crisis in his empire...

Sindora looked at the children on the screen with cold eyes: The death of these guys is worthless.

——So what if you have clean blood?

They are not a bunch of trash, they just cry when they enter the game.

…

In the game.

Dr. A Li's adventurous cheating is still effective.

Conan and his party walked for a long time in the direction he pointed out.

Finally, I found the legendary No. 221 Baker Street.