【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

Conan watched as Xiaolan's figure was gradually engulfed by the white mist under the cliff, and then turned into a white light and disappeared into the air.

"orchid!!!"

Conan punched the cold, hard roof of the train several times.

"Wait for me, Lan, I will definitely clear this damn game and take you and everyone back one by one!

Wait for me a little longer, Xiaolan. "

After Ruo Muliang completed his daily task of teasing little Conan, Shi Shiran got out of the "cocoon" game cabin, propped up his chin and looked at Conan in the video, his eyes seemed to be burning with blazing anger.

Not bad, not bad, like in the original work, because of Xiaolan's self-sacrifice, she became a limp little Keke who lost her dream.

It seems that these hours of continuous "education" and "encouragement" are indeed very effective.

In-game

Conan stood up, the bloody fists bringing constant stinging pain, allowing his brain to barely stay calm.

"The train is constantly accelerating. The current speed is about 100 kilometers, and there are still about five minutes left before reaching the terminal.

Theoretically, the only way to pass the level alive is to cut off the connection between the locomotive and the passenger car. But Xiaolan is not here now, and I don’t have the doctor’s tools on me. It is impossible to do this by relying on my own strength.

There must be another way. "

Although the previous levels were also hopelessly difficult, there must be a glimmer of hope amid despair.

This seems to be the principle behind teaching game design.

Jack the Ripper said that this car was specially chosen by the professor as his escape route...

Conan subconsciously bit the nail of his thumb. When the train turned, he suddenly noticed the wine barrel pattern on the last wooden carriage.

wine?

wine!

An idea flashed in Conan's mind, and he suddenly remembered that day in the VIP room of the poker club. The professor suddenly raised his wine glass and said something confusing about hanging wine glasses.

Simply put, the so-called "hanging cup" refers to the mass transfer phenomenon caused by the surface tension gradient at the fluid interface.

That day, after the professor said those words, he deliberately turned the goblet in his hand to an almost flat angle, allowing the wine to fully stain every corner of the glass wall.

Conan originally thought that his behavior was just to match the sarcastic "Salute to Scotland Yard" he said later.

Thinking about it now, it might be some kind of prompt to clear the level.

Conan turned around. Standing on the roof of the car, he could now vaguely see the outline of the terminal.

After visually measuring the approximate distance, Conan counted the seconds in his mind, then ran to the top of the last freight car, opened the sunroof and jumped into the car.

As expected, there were barrels of red wine sealed in logs.

There is also a small but sharp ax hanging next to the iron door inside the carriage.

Conan's eyes lit up, confirming the accuracy of his guess.

He stepped forward and took off the axe, and opened cracks in the barrels filled with red wine. The bright red wine flowed and slowly filled the carriage.

Conan counted the countdown silently in his mind, then took a deep breath, dived into the red wine pool, and then worked hard to get into an oval wine barrel that was firmly fixed on the bottom shelf.

As the out-of-control train crashed into the reception room of the station, several carriages in front were directly hit to pieces.

Conan closed his eyes and held on to the edge of the barrel to steady himself.

This was the last carriage, and there was a large amount of liquid inside the carriage as a buffer. Conan himself also hid in a huge wooden wine barrel to stabilize himself and did not suffer additional impact damage.

But it just doesn't taste that good.

Ruo Muliang suddenly thought seriously for a moment, feeling that the original plot design of such an escape plot was indeed because of the name.

Doesn’t this give you the experience of a real drum washing machine?

But it was Conan himself who was washed away.

Well, it turned out that there was only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

Watching Conan experience the super-power version of the drum washing machine, the mosquito-repellent incense eyes pulled at the edge of the wooden barrel, and before he had time to struggle to stand up, the final clearance special effect was triggered.

A small whirlpool appeared in the red wine that filled the carriage.

The dizzy Conan stepped on the center of the whirlpool, and then only had time to let out a half-exclamation before he rushed out of the dungeon with the gurgling sound effects in the second half and the special effects of clearing the level like a toilet bowl.

Ruo Muliang touched his nose and found that there was a slight pain in his conscience.

Ah, I am indeed a good person.

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In the lobby of the release site.

Almost all of Neon's invited political and business leaders had countless pairs of eyes fixed on the stage, the last game cabin that was still lit.

Other game cabins rotated and submerged under the stage as soon as the players were eliminated.

No matter how hard the staff tried to operate, even using a chainsaw to cut open the floor or the play cabin and forcefully rescue the children inside, they couldn't do it.

Conan, the only survivor at present, can be said to be their entire hope.

With a "chi" sound.

A large amount of white smoke came out of the last play cabin, the lid snapped open, and the child inside struggled to climb out of the play cabin.

"Conan!"

Kudo Yusaku and Dr. A Li hurriedly stepped forward.

The game cabins that had been forcibly locked before were also unlocked and raised to the stage again.

A large number of parents swarmed onto the stage to find their children. Some of them were more emotional, and there were many who just hugged their babies and cried bitterly on the spot.

Mixed among such a large number of people, the behavior of Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko was not very eye-catching.

"It's alright."

Kudo Yusaku helped Conan, who looked top-heavy and seemed to be floating with every step.

Conan:  …

He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He pulled Kudo Yusaku's arm and vomited it out.

This damn somatosensory simulation is so real!

Anyone who has experienced the ultra-realistic rotating special effects of a drum washing machine and a toilet will be tempted to vomit.

Fortunately, he didn't eat anything during the dinner, so what he vomited out was basically sour water.

Therefore, Kudo Yusaku could barely hold on to his remaining fatherly love.

The loving and worried expression on Kudo Yukiko's face disappeared in a second, and she took a few steps back with a straight face, away from Conan who was vomiting and Kudo Yusaku who was stained with a lot of acid water.

Kudo Yusaku:…

I suddenly felt that the country Neon seemed a bit different from my horoscope.

He had taken off his suit jacket because it was wet and temporarily threw it in the control room. Now Kudo Yusaku is only wearing a close-fitting white shirt.

As a result, my son vomited all over his shirt.

With his cultivation, he can neither take off his shirt and go shirtless, nor can he accept the performance art of having nothing underneath the vacuum suit.

Therefore, he could only endure the veins jumping happily on his forehead and continue to wear the shirt with an indescribable smell.

"Mr. Kudo!"

"Mr. Yusaku!"

"Kudo Yusaku, you dove spirit!!!"

The messy venue caused a small commotion because several people in suits and ties were once again intruded.

Kudo Yukiko looked at her husband with sympathetic eyes from three meters away.

She knew everyone who came.

Each of these people was talked about less than three times by Kudo Yusaku for various reasons. The uncle with the baldest hair was the worst off. He was the direct person in charge of "Duke of the Night". When he and Yusaku had just negotiated the distribution matters, he was obviously a well-dressed and promising editor with healthy hair.

As the second part of "The Duke of the Night" is delayed again and again, the editor's hair is getting thinner and thinner.

As a woman who honeymooned 22 times around the world with Kudo Yusaku, Kudo Yukiko irresponsibly left tears of sympathy for the Richard editor for a second.

But Richard is no longer the usual Richard today. He received guidance from an anonymous but enthusiastic and loyal reader on the way here, and has successfully evolved into New York Richard.

After he arrived at the scene, he took out his mobile phone without saying a word and took a series of photos of Kudo Yusaku, who was now quite embarrassed.

"Mr. Richard, what are you doing?"

The corner of Kudo Yusaku's mouth twitched slightly, and he always felt an ominous premonition.

Richard smiled and handed the photo to Kudo Yusaku for viewing.

In the photo, Kudo Yusaku's hair is messy, his tie is missing, and there is a conspicuous lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt. He is holding an elementary school student who is dizzy from vomiting and whose cheeks are a little red.

"Mr. Yusaku, the second part was scheduled three months ago. Do you think the manuscript should be handed over to our publisher as soon as possible?"

Kudo Yusaku:…

The implication of Niu Gulu Richard is very obvious. If the manuscript is not submitted on time this time, then the photos in his hand may one day be "accidentally" seen by some journalist friends.

On the bright side, reporters might write about a well-known writer being drunk and having an illegitimate child.

If you think about the worst, there might be some reporter with a bright imagination who will write: "A well-known writer actually did such a thing to an unconscious little boy in public", something that could be published in the legal press. .

For those paparazzi who always make headlines, there is nothing they dare not write except what you can’t think of.

"Yes, yes, you agreed to an exclusive interview with our magazine last week."

"The short mystery you promised last year?"

"And the manuscript you should have given our publisher last month."

Several other editors rushed forward and surrounded Kudo Yusaku.

"And your wife said you have written a new book!"

Well, what new book? Kudo Yusaku's expression cracked slightly for a moment.

"Has Xizi?"

Kudo Yusaku turned to look at his dear wife. On the face of Kudo, who was always calm and calm, there was a slight expression of "disbelief because he was stabbed in the back by his wife".

Yukiko who deliberately said that her new book cheated her husband on an interview program because she saw the photo: (?w?)

She covered her mouth and smiled gracefully, then looked winky at Kudo Yusaku and made a big heart sign with her hands.

"Come on, my dear~"

After saying that, she pinched her nose and took Conan from Kudo Yusaku's arms, who was gradually recovering, and turned towards Xiaolan's position.

Accompanying my husband to catch up on manuscripts is not as interesting as going shopping with my daughter-in-law.