Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 946 Let me meet the mysterious man Jiageng to the lord [Young Master Queyue]

   Haibara Ai glanced at Conan's miserable appearance, and then looked at the coffee cup next to him, which had fallen off a corner, and immediately understood the situation.

   She covered her face without looking at it and sighed: "...It seems that Dr. A Li's equipment cannot be used here."

   said, she looked at the sky and sighed regretfully.

  —I knew it would be like this, I should have exchanged badges with Jiang Xia before entering the arena just now.

  Haihara Ai: "..." It's not all about distrusting Kudo's reasoning level.

   But at present, this copy is probably not a pure intellectual game. Maybe some fight scenes.

   In this case, the most relied on in the game is really his own force value... Fortunately, although Jiang Xia is not there, for some reason, Mao Lilan came in too.

  Haihara Ai moved silently to the side of Mao Lilan, turned her head to look at her long, tight legs, her sense of security suddenly increased.

  …

   On the other side, Conan finally recovered from the crit of his toes.

   He hissed for a while, and quickly realized the bad situation.

  Conan first clicked on the multifunctional glasses.

   A subtle mechanical sound rang out, and an antenna quickly protruded from the edge of the glasses frame. .

   But before Conan showed his surprised expression, the next second, the antenna retracted again—and, even for a short period of time, the antenna did not play any role. Glasses are just ordinary glasses with an extra section.

  Look at the wrist again: the anesthesia watch can no longer be used, and only the most basic timing functions are left.

  Conan: "…"

…unacceptable! Forget about cutting Jiang Xia, Jiang Xia's reasoning speed is really outrageous. If Noah has checked Jiang Xia-related reports, it is normal to weaken a wave of Jiang Xia.

  "..." But why even cut him, an innocent elementary school student? A good AI, so strict...

  …

   At this time, it seems that the arrival of the player has touched this calm early morning.

  The originally empty alley suddenly became noisy.

Next to   , the door of the cafe slammed open, and a melon-eating crowd came out.

  The man ignored the players on the street and ran to the corpse to take a look.

As if frightened by the tragic death, he stumbled back a few steps, and then raised his voice, a rough voice echoing in the old street: "Jack the Ripper is here again! Call the police! "

  Click—

  Click—

   Windows opened.

   Residents upstairs and downstairs stuck their heads out one after another, watching the corpses on the street, like nervous audiences watching a horror movie in a movie theater.

   Soon, they all shouted loudly, like a relay to call the police over.

   A group of players is suddenly surrounded by a group of strange "foreigners". Coupled with this panic atmosphere, they couldn't help but get nervous.

   Fortunately, no one seemed to think that their group of "suspicious people who suddenly appeared next to the corpse" were the murderers, and no one came to question them.

  "..." I don't know if this is the convenience brought by the child's identity, or the exclusive protection of the player when he first entered the game.

   In short, a group of players breathed a sigh of relief.

  Remembering that this was a life-threatening game, they stepped back cautiously, shrinking into an alley nearby.

  …

  Conan is pricking up his ears, wanting to hear what the passersby around him are shouting.

   At this moment, Mao Lilan's voice suddenly came from beside him.

   She is taller than a group of elementary school students and has a relatively wider field of vision. Mao Lilan wondered: "On the second floor of the cafe opposite... there seems to be an Asian?"

  "?!" Conan was startled and followed her gaze.

   Then really behind the window on the second floor, I saw a young man who matched the characteristics Maorilan said.

  —Among the panicked onlookers, only that person sat quietly by the window, watching the **** scene on the street below as if watching a play.

   Even a second after Conan saw him, the other party's eyes moved, he looked back precisely, and slowly revealed a smile of unknown meaning.

  Conan: "…"

   A word suddenly flashed in his mind.

   - Before coming in, Noah seemed to have said that in each instance, there was a hidden "helper" like an easter egg.

  …

   Now, Conan thought, maybe the young man upstairs is the hidden friendly "Easter Egg"?

  —In London in this era, an Asian face suddenly appeared among a group of genuine Europeans... It's hard not to think about it.

   Also, the clothing, appearance, language, etc. of the players are all out of tune with this era.

   But the group of passerby NPCs next to them didn't notice them, and didn't even look at them. Instead, the Asian-faced young man on the second floor was looking at them with interest.

   Also, one more thing…

  Conan's eyes were slightly sideways and landed on the window next to "Mysterious Asian".

   - there is a coffee shop logo posted there.

   And that logo...the same pattern on the heavy coffee cup he kicked just now!

  …

   This made Conan have some kind of conjecture.

-The coffee cup that appeared next to the murder scene of "Jack the Ripper" and caused his foot pain may actually be some kind of reminder - probably because of compensation for taking Jiang Xia away, Noah specially gave them a clear, A clue about the "helper".

  The more Conan thinks about it, the more he thinks, that is probably the case.

  Thinking like this, he gestured to the group of people behind him with a silent gesture:

   "You wait for me a moment."

   Then Conan slipped out of the alley, picked up the coffee cup on the ground, ran to the door of the coffee shop, pushed the door open, and prepared to meet the mysterious man upstairs.

  "..." It's better to turn him directly into the player's team.

  …

   However, the situation is not what Conan thought.

   "Where's the kid? Get out of here! This is not the place for you to make trouble."

   As soon as he entered the door, the fierce clerk stopped in front of him, and the narrow passage was blocked, so Conan could not get through.

   In the face of the vicious adults, Conan began to act cute.

   He held up the coffee cup in his hand and showed a good boy smile: "Well, I found this outside, I want to ask if you lost it..."

   Before he finished speaking, the clerk grabbed the coffee cup with his hands.

   With the other hand, he picked up Conan's collar and walked to the door: "No wonder I've been losing cups lately - if you dare to steal it again, I'll definitely kick your **** with my boots!"

   The next second, Conan was thrown out the door.

  The door of the coffee shop clapped and closed mercilessly behind him.

  Conan: "…"

  …This world is too unfriendly to children!

   In reality, why would you invite him in for a sit. Maybe dessert. Then everyone sits together and chats about the strange things that have happened around them recently, and then the juvenile detective team, or the high school detective team, can be dispatched logically. But now...

   (end of this chapter)