Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Jing Baiye raised his hand and shook it, looking at the fingertip of one of the fingers.

The nail that was removed last time has grown back.

This body is different from the first life. It will grow, bleed, and feel different emotions.

This is a living human body.

Jing Baiye closed the manga interface floating in front of him, turned his head and looked aside, Qian Duoduo and Dora fell asleep on the carpet.

Dora lay face down, with the little wings folded behind her; Qian Duoduo leaned against it, using its furry arms as a small quilt to surround herself.

They accompany each other, snuggle together, and fall asleep peacefully.

Jing Baiye originally thought that they would not get used to the new residence for a while, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

He didn't want to look any more, so he withdrew his gaze and sat up again.

[Sorry, host, it's not that I didn't tell you on purpose, it's because we have a rule that we can only remind you vaguely, and we can't tell you directly...]

The system is a little guilty, but more worried.

Among its colleagues, many hosts found themselves in a virtual world created by others after a long time.

Some people will accept it frankly, and do whatever they want afterwards; some people will go crazy and start to question the authenticity of the world, and when they encounter difficulties, they will attribute it to the arrangement of fate; "Sense of superiority.

Its host was the first.

…But what he will think now, it can no longer guess.

[It should be me who should apologize. 】

Jing Baiye felt embarrassed, he couldn't imagine how broken the system was when he ignored the system prompts repeatedly.

If he had bought the comics earlier and known about them earlier...

He was silent again.

...If he could have known earlier, wouldn't he be so embarrassing now?

【Host? 】

The system finds that its host is silent again.

[I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry. 】

Jing Baiye touched his stomach, until then he felt hungry.

After all, he hasn't eaten anything since he woke up in the morning.

He decided to move here temporarily. Although Spiatus arranged for people to clean it regularly, because they didn't know when people would move in, those people didn't buy food, and the refrigerator and cupboards were all empty.

The senior tower building is strictly managed, and takeaways and express deliveries cannot be delivered, so he can only go down to pick them up by himself, and he rarely orders takeaways. He always feels that the taste delivered is far less delicious than freshly cooked ones.

As for going to a restaurant outside... He hasn't had a good rest since last night, he just wants to take a shower and sleep after eating, and he doesn't want to run too far.

Jing Baiye thought about it and sighed softly.

In the past in France, he lived alone, and he had to take care of three meals a day by himself, and occasionally went out to eat with Pan Nuo who did not live with him.

Unexpectedly, now I will continue to live like this again.

Jing Baiye opened the system backpack and looked through it. A person who can't cook, doesn't want to order takeaway, and doesn't want to go out to eat, has only one choice.

— Eat instant food.

…

Ten minutes later, Jing Baiye returned to the living room with the instant noodle cup with a plastic fork stuck in its mouth.

He put the instant noodles on the coffee table, this time he didn't sit on the sofa, but sat cross-legged on the side of the coffee table.

He lay down in front of his breakfast and lunch—maybe also dinner—and counted the time silently, but when he counted, he began to lose his mind.

I remember the first time he met Bourbon...Furutani Ling, because he came back in the middle of the night and was hungry to buy instant noodles. At that time, Jiang Gu ran over to talk to him, and he was still looking at the bandages on his body while talking.

Jing Baiye put the instant noodles aside, and took out a keychain and a letter pendant from the first row of the system backpack.

The key fob is acrylic, and from an explosion, it's covered in dark brown cracks and looks smudged. As long as you hold it casually, it will completely shatter.

The letter pendant has been repeatedly rubbed by people, because it was carefully preserved, and there are still obvious fingerprints on it at that time.

This is Toru Amuro's stuff.

Among the three subordinates, Jiang Gu Ling made Jing Baiye feel the most awkward.

In the original comics, he didn't have dissociative disorder, it was only when he met him.

Jing Baiye looked at the keychain that carried a lot, and touched it carefully with his fingers, not daring to touch it lightly with too much force.

— "Last time in the hotel, you saw me, were you very disappointed?"

When he said these words, there was no tenderness in those purple-gray eyes, only hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Among the three undercover agents, Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated and struggled with him, Akai Hideo was more interested in him than the others, only Jiang Gu Ling...

He hated him from the bottom of his heart.

The sofa and coffee table are not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Jing Baiye, and he lowered his head in the warm orange light.

he knows.

Amuro couldn't come back.

Dissociative disorder is not without a cause. The completely different eyes and attitudes of Toru Amuro and Rei Fuguya made him more or less guess a little bit.

Amuro Toru was born because of Fugu Rei's positive emotions toward him—more crudely called love—and now Fugu only hates and hates him, and Amuro will never come out again.

Jing Baiye felt that his eyes were astringent, maybe it was because he didn't have a good rest last night.

He blinked, took out a delicate small box from the system backpack, put the acrylic keychain and letter pendant in it, closed it and put it back in the first compartment of the backpack.

Then he took out a book.

This is the reward he got after completing [Ned Hogg of Despair].

[Item name: Book (disposable), price: not for sale

Remarks: Ignore logic, do not need cause and effect, just write what you want on it, and everything will become a reality. But remember, you only have one chance.

PS: Time and death cannot be rewritten. 】

In order for the system to better absorb energy, they will provide the host with skills or items that can dominate the world.

For example, his exclusive skill [Devil's Contract] can turn other people's whole family into his servants.

The special item [book] obtained now can easily rewrite the whole world.

…

Jing Baiye's three subordinates are all undercover agents.

He's also been able to try and cover up in the past, and he's got to deal with that now that the rest of the organization knows about it.

But he really doesn't know how to solve it.

Facing Scotland last night, he vowed that he would find a way to get the best of both worlds, but he knew that their positions were completely different, and this was just another self-deception.

Jing Baiye looked at the [book] and its description, and a certain secret place in his heart was deeply touched.

This is a comic book world.

The appearance, personality, and experience of many of his acquaintances were all designed, including his three undercover men.

——As long as the creators have a few strokes, their positions can undergo earth-shaking changes.

Then... can he solve it like this?

Or to be more extreme, Bourbon is patriotic, he holds his beloved Japan in his hands and kneads it, whether it is development, decline or destruction ~www.NovelMTL.com~ it is all in his mind.

By then Bourbon would not have resisted him.

Never dare to resist him.

—He will truly become a pet in his mouth, with no dignity and no personality.

It was eerily quiet all around.

After Jing Baiye stopped talking, there was no sound around him, and the system didn't even make a sound.

Those dark thoughts became more and more turbulent like a tide, and when Jing Baiye came back to his senses, he had already taken out the [book].

"..."

He looked at the blank page in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly. But in the end he took a deep breath and suppressed all those thoughts.

...he can't do that.

He has the power to absolutely dominate others, but he prefers an equal relationship.

It's like discussing tasks with Gin and going out to eat with Shirley, which makes him far happier than those who are controlled by skills doing their best to serve him.

Jing Baiye doesn't want to turn the existences he likes into slaves, let them become pets living in fear and even despair.

At this point, they are not them.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated suddenly, Jing Baiye put the [book] back into the backpack, picked up the phone to check.

[I will let you participate in the board of directors of the Karasuma Group next Monday, and you will officially appear in front of others as the heir. In addition, I have prepared two birthday gifts for you, you can choose one after the meeting. 】

Jing Baiye glanced at the time, three days later, he sent a reply to Spiatus.

【knew. Am I going there by myself, or is someone coming to pick me up? —Angostura】

[Ireland will come to pick you up. 】

Jing Baiye put away the phone, took the instant noodles on the side, and opened the cover.

The surface inside has been completely mushy.

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