Conan's winery play house

Insufficient oxygen and inability to breathe fresh air.

Toru Amuro felt like he was about to die.

It was stronger than ever before, and I had the intuition that I might die.

But - how could he die here?

How could he die now?

He has not yet watched the organization and darkness disappear in the sunshine with Zhu Fu Jingguang's share.

He couldn't die like this.

He struggled violently, but was unable to move due to the restraints on his body.

Suzi sat aside and watched the man whose face was covered with layers of paper struggling violently, but the movement of the struggle gradually became weaker.

The face is no longer visible, only some golden hair can be seen. The paper covering the face already has some outlines of the facial features. I think it will take a while for the paper to dry completely. If it is torn off by then, it will

Become a hard mask with clear facial features.

Before his brain became groggy due to lack of oxygen, his vision became dizzy and dark, and he was about to die from suffocation, the "mask" on Toru Amuro's face was removed.

He breathed in the fresh air, his body spasmed and trembled unconsciously, and he couldn't help but make the sound of retching, but he couldn't spit out anything.

But soon, he took control of his body again and prevented himself from looking so embarrassed.

"Three minutes and thirteen seconds..." Suzi looked at the time on his pocket watch and closed it.

"Look, I still have a good sense of propriety, and I won't lose control and kill people when I'm being punished." His tone was casual and revealed a bit of pride.

So this is the reason why he can take on punishment missions but others can't despite being in the interrogation department.

"Have you rested? It's still a long night, let's continue." Suzi looked at the embarrassed man with lazy eyes and said in a low tone.

The blond man's whole body was controlled, and he could not move his head. He just maintained a posture, from panting to even breathing, but his heartbeat was still very fast and loud.

He closed his eyes and ignored Suzi.

"Go on, Garm." Suzi looked sleepy and ordered softly.

"By the way, prepare me a cup of black coffee, without sugar or milk." He yawned.

I have dark circles under my eyes now, but I can still move so freely. I rely on coffee to stay alive.

"Okay." The smooth voice responded.

The punishment continues, and as Suzi said, the night is still long.

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And Miyamoto Aito has also entered the game at this moment.

【Loading completed--】

[Wish the host a happy game.]

It's a new game world, and the style is different from the game worlds I've been to before.

He came to a battlefield.

"Uncle System, can I go back to the game world I've been to before?" Aito took out his phone and looked at the photo that was set as the screen saver of his phone. The man with white hair and blue eyes and the boy with white hair and blue eyes flirted upward.

He took off his eye mask and held up his small sunglasses.

The man smiled with an unreliable look on his face, while the boy smiled softly and well-behaved.

Aito feels that he should have a good impression of Gojo Satoru, maybe even more so than Mr. Magician.

In the game world he has been to so far, the ones he has the most favorable impressions of are Mr. Magician and Mr. Gojo.

Mr. Magician is like a family member, Gojo Satoru is because...

The same six eyes, and... Whenever he is with the other person, Aito can always recall some memories.

To a certain extent, Mr. Gojo may be regarded as his teacher.

Because the use of the six eyes and the techniques are all learned from the opponent, including the reversal techniques.

In his memory, he watched Gojo Satoru's videos and practiced again and again.

Although the new world is also interesting, he probably wants to stay with Mr. Gojo or Mr. Magician more.

[The game world is random. It may return to the game world that the host has been to before, or it may go to another parallel world that is the same but different.] Uncle System explained.

"It's random...I understand." Aito nodded thoughtfully.

"What kind of world is this? Mecha...?" Aito looked at the mecha warriors around him with doubts in his eyes.

With the ability of six eyes, you can see that there are people sitting inside the mecha, and someone is controlling it.

"These mechas are very good and powerful. If they are arranged for everyone..." Aito's eyes lit up.

"This will make it difficult for family members to die." Then he said with a look of disappointment.

When he sees good things, he will think of his family, or in other words, he will immediately think of giving good things to Papa.

Because Uncle System doesn't need these, Uncle System has something better than these.

But once these things are available, it will be difficult for family members to die in accidents.

He is not worried about Papa, because the other party's soul has been locked by the system uncle and can be forcibly recovered.

But other family members cannot, so if they live longer...

The boy with white hair and blue eyes lowered his head, his face was expressionless and his eyes were empty.

A missile fell from the sky and exploded behind him, creating a huge crater, scattering gravel and ash, and his body remained motionless.

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In the hail of bullets, once the bullets came to him, they would stop in mid-air and then fall to the ground.

"If my family members die early, there will be no other problems." He said with his usual gentle smile restored.

Then he raised his feet and walked below the battlefield, looking at the mechas that jumped out from time to time or flew in the air, sizing them up with his eyes.

"These mechas can be improved and optimized. The materials used are too inconvenient and will make the mechas very heavy..."

"There should be lighter materials, such as nano-mechas..."

He observed and evaluated.

Surrounded by ruins that had collapsed due to the war, you could occasionally see a few disgraced refugees poking their heads out of some buildings that were still intact.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The young man looked clean and out of place, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he had even tightened his grip on the rifle in his hand.

There are still lives under some collapsed ruins, but if they don't get help, they will soon die.

Miyamoto Aito turned a blind eye and continued walking forward.

He didn't know where he was going, but he wanted to observe how the world was different.

"Hey! Are you from over there?" A young man who looked like the leader of the surrounding teenagers stood in front of Aito and blocked their way.

"People over there?" Aito's eyes were blank.

"This is the place that started the war and turned this place into District 11." The young man said angrily through gritted teeth.

"It's also the main culprit that makes us live in a residential area, Brittany." Another boy who looked younger said equally angrily.

"I'm not." Aito shook his head.

He is not from this game world at all.

"Then you are the young master who accidentally came here from another rental? Go back quickly, people like you are not welcome here, go back to where you should be." The older leader said warily.

"...There are still people alive under the ruins over there." Aito pointed in a direction.

"What?!" Several members of the youth group were stunned for a moment.

"There's one over there too." Aito pointed in another direction.

"If it had been slower, it might not have happened." He said calmly.

"You'd better not be lying to us." The teenagers gritted their teeth, scattered and ran towards the ruins.

Miyamoto Aito continued to walk forward.

This way, they won't block the way and prevent him from leaving.

ps: The next chapter will be late, probably in the afternoon, because I was so sad yesterday that I couldn't sleep all night, and my mind was muddled.

But the other party has deleted it and I am in a happy mood again.