Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

The first one on the left, limbs, first.

Looking at the response from the police, behind the electronic voice, a face hidden behind the computer screen couldn't help but smile.

It seemed as if he had foreseen the final result that he was looking forward to.

The man in black wearing a communication headset received instructions from a distance.

Under the gaze of everyone, he picked up the revolver on the far left and pointed it sideways at Hojo Shuya's left hand.

Hojo Shuya, who had just regained consciousness, watched the scene silently. He had not forgotten the sudden car accident before he fell into a coma.

The first second he woke up, he found that his hands and feet were tied, and there was a camera right in front of him.

Being in a closed and dark room, the only light source above his head made Hojo Shuya aware of his current situation.

He also clearly saw the revolver on the wooden box in front of his feet, which was shining with a cold metallic light.

Perhaps it was to create a strong and exciting gaming atmosphere, or perhaps the electronic sound hiding behind the scenes wanted to further exert psychological pressure on the police in front of the screen.

In this way, he can fully enjoy the pleasure of manipulating people's hearts.

The man in black held the gun for a full five seconds before pulling the trigger at Hojo Shuya.

"Click!"

Hojo Yoshihito in front of the screen shuddered subconsciously.

After discovering that the gun was empty, before he could be happy for a second, he saw the man in black quickly fired a shot at the open ground.

The next second, he pointed the gun at Hojo Shuya's right hand.

No, isn't it true that we should be treated differently?

The emotional gap between his heart that had barely settled down and then quickly flew up to his throat the next second made the already nervous Hojo Yoshihito almost choke.

Immediately, my eyes went dark and my head started buzzing.

If it weren't for the worry in his heart about his wife and children, which made him consciously try to calm his emotions, today's ups and downs would have triggered a heart attack.

Five seconds later, there was another empty sound on the screen.

Then, the previous scene was repeated.

The atmosphere in the lounge became tense and depressing as the shooting and life-threatening session began, and the same was true at the criminal conference room on the other side.

Many people noticed that the criminals were using psychological pressure on the police.

Deliberately extending the waiting time before shooting is to further increase the psychological pressure on the police.

This gradually increasing negative emotion will undoubtedly cause significant interference to the police's subsequent judgment and approach to handling the case.

But now, there is no effective way to solve this problem.

In addition to this, there is another pressure constantly being exerted on the police.

The criminals used hacking technology to broadcast the kidnapping live to countless viewers watching the midday news.

As time goes by, more and more viewers have realized that this is not a staged TV show, but a real live broadcast of a murder.

At the same time, Hojo Shuya's identity was also revealed.

The eldest grandson of Public Security Committee Chairman Hojo Renmune, the heir to the Hojo family, a top student at the University of Tokyo, and the groom who was supposed to appear at the wedding today.

A prominent status, handsome appearance, and a special and limited identity as the groom.

It immediately attracted the attention and discussion of countless people.

It is no longer a secret that a vicious kidnapping occurred at Qianhe Mansion and countless guests were trapped.

If the order hadn't been passed down from above, reporters with cameras would have already rushed to the gate of Qianhe Mansion.

Even so, the news was not kept secret, and more and more people knew about it.

A simple search on the Internet or television reports will reveal all kinds of discussions about this live kidnapping.

The police also initially considered blocking the live broadcast signal.

But just as they were about to act, a mysterious electronic voice popped up a warning message on the TV screen.

The content is that as long as the live broadcast signal is cut off, the bombs on the waiters in the hall of Qianhe Mansion will be activated immediately.

And warn the police that if they don't want all the guests in the inner hall to die, they should not try to use the signal jammer in the inner hall.

Therefore, in order to prevent the criminals from doing something desperate because the live broadcast was interrupted.

This caused serious impact on the safety of Hojo Shuya and the guests in the inner hall.

The police have so far taken no measures to cut off the live signal of the murder being broadcast on television.

This has led to an increasing number of people watching the live broadcast on TV. Even Karasuma Renye, who is far away in an estate abroad, is watching the live broadcast.

During this period, he called Karasuma Soshin.

As the news spread, the pressure on the police was increasing.

The guests attending this wedding banquet are all rich or noble. The combined power behind these people is enough to shake up Japan's current upper-class system.

If unfortunately everyone died, the entire system would collapse.

There will immediately be a radical reshuffle at the top echelons of power.

As a result, the numerous phone calls, text messages, and messages from all parties were like bricks piled up layer by layer, making it difficult for the police to breathe.

"boom!"

After firing a blank for the seventh time, the man in black pointed the muzzle of his gun at the ground. The next second, the sound of a bullet leaving the gun barrel was heard on the quiet TV screen.

"Congratulations... on winning the first game."

An electronic voice of congratulations sounded on the screen.

Although no emotion could be heard in his flat tone, from the deliberate pauses in silence, it was obvious that he was not happy to see the police win this round.

"Next, please make your selection for the second round."

The ten-minute countdown numbers began to jump again in the upper right corner of the TV screen.

The revolver used in the first round was placed on the ground by the man in black. On the wooden box were two revolvers whose order had been adjusted by the man in black.

This time the man in black adjusted his gun faster than last time.

But no matter how fast it is, a policeman with good eyesight can still see it.

The one with bullets is the one on the left.

In the first round, I chose to shoot first, but in this round, I can only choose to shoot last.

Now what we need to consider is which combination to choose in this game.

Is to choose the left one and shoot the torso.

Or choose the one on the right and shoot the head.

Karasuma Soshin stared at the TV screen with an indifferent expression, his eyes swept across the revolver on the right, hiding the expectation in his heart very well.

Hojo Lianzong, who made the decision in the first game, looked at his grandson on the screen silently, with thoughts repeating themselves in his mind.

After knowing the rules of the game from the beginning, he saw it in the three games.

The head and the empty revolver are the safest round, and the most important one is the one with the torso.

After winning the first round safely, the next round of choosing the torso combination will be the key round that determines the outcome of the revolver gambling game.

If you choose the torso combination at the beginning of this game, then the second round will directly determine the outcome of the game.

Fifty percent, a fifty-fifty chance, so fair as if everything is left to the decision of the goddess of luck.

But he always felt a vague uneasiness in his heart.

The sixth sense that suddenly flashed through his mind told him that his choice in this round was very important.

It is a matter of such importance that it affects the outcome of the entire game and the life of Hojo Shuya.

Having experienced all kinds of dangers and relied on this sixth sense to avoid various crises many times, Hojo Liansong did not dare to underestimate this magical sixth sense that appeared again.

He glanced at Karasuma Soshin, who was sitting in the corner of the lounge, exuding a cold and distant aura.

Then, under the gaze of others, he walked to Karasuma Soshin, bent down and whispered something.

Karasuma Soshin looked up with shock in his eyes, then chuckled happily and said softly:

"You actually begged me."

But the smile and the shock in his eyes only lasted for a second and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Unfortunately, I am not him."

Hojo Lianzong looked at the eyes of Karasuma Soshin who looked up at him and saw clearly that there was nothing in those eyes.

No joy, no hatred.

It is as desolate as a sandy desert, without wind or rain, without sound or movement, and forever immersed in the eternal night.

He couldn't see any human emotion in those eyes.

At that moment, he felt as if he was looking into the eyes of a god.

However, after Karasuma Soshin blinked, that feeling suddenly disappeared.

Maybe you can try to kneel down and beg me.

A teasing smile flashed across Karasuma Soshin's eyes.

Looking at the old friend in front of him with pleading eyes, Karasuma Soshin once again spoke silently with his lips:

Your sixth sense is right. If you make the wrong choice in this game, Hojo Shuya will really die.

After saying that, Karasuma Soshin returned his gaze to the TV screen.

The countdown on the TV screen has now reached the last five minutes.

Conan looked at Karasuma Soshin and Hojo Lianmune in the corner with suspicion, and the doubts he had put aside before resurfaced in his mind.

These two people definitely knew each other before, and it is very likely that they knew each other back when whiskey was not yet whiskey.

Kenji Hagiwara next to him had the same idea.

The others who didn't know about this scene were also puzzled by it.

Especially those policemen and public security officers who had seen Hojo Lianzong persuade Karasuma Soshin to stay in the lounge.

Yuya Kazami kept this in mind and planned to tell his beloved boss, Mr. Fūya, as soon as he returned.

The countdown entered the last four minutes, and Hojo Lianmune was still standing beside Karasuma Soshin.

Karasuma Soshin was staring at the TV screen, not caring at all about what Hojo Yoshinori was feeling next to him.

Today is his last day in Neon. After this departure, unless something unexpected happens, he will not be able to return to Neon in the short term.

Even if his "father" allowed him to come back, he would not allow him to stay in the organization's base for too long.

The heir of the Karasuma Group that everyone knows about is someone who has lived abroad for many years.

He is a mysterious person with a bad temper, who likes to pursue excitement, hates the restrictive culture in the country and rarely stays in the country.

How can such a person stay in the country for a long time?

Therefore, at this time, if there was an opportunity to see Hojo Yoshinari kneel down to him, Karasuma Soshin would certainly not miss it.

As for whether he will tell the truth after kneeling down, that is another matter.

Anyway, he is not a good person who keeps his word. Besides, he only said maybe before, but didn't say definitely.

Considering the Public Security Committee Chairman's face and his grandson's life, I think it should be an easy decision to make.

There was a hint of anticipation in Karasuma Soshin's eyes.

Hojo Lianzong struggled in his heart for several times. He knew that the child was taking revenge on him, revenge for the decision he made that year.

At this moment, he finally completely separated the Getsugamaru in his memory and the Karasuma Soshin in front of him.

The countdown on the TV screen entered the last three minutes. Hojo Lianzong glanced at his eldest grandson on the screen, closed his eyes deeply, and slowly bent his knees.

"Report, I have made a major discovery."

The tightly closed door of the lounge was violently pushed open, and Jinpei Matsuda walked in with curly hair and bared fangs.

When everyone looked at Matsuda Jinpei, the expectation in Karasuma Soshin's eyes faded away in an instant.

What a pity, it's too late.

Karasuma Soshin thought coldly.

"There were bullets in both revolvers on the box.

The revolver on the left was loaded in front of us, while the one on the right had a load in the cylinder from the beginning.

When the woman in black was assembling it, she deliberately used the box and her hands as a cover to partially hide the loading surface of the cylinder.

So when the woman in black loaded a bullet into the empty cylinders of the other two revolvers in front of all the spectators.

Everyone naturally thought that the third revolver was empty and had no bullets in it.

But in fact, the third revolver's cylinder was loaded with bullets from the beginning, so the woman in black deliberately avoided that one in the subsequent loading process.

The purpose is to make everyone think that there are bullets in only two revolvers, and the remaining revolver is naturally the most suitable one to be used with the option of shooting in the head.

And this is exactly the insidious part of this round of game.

Just think about it, if you win the first two rounds by luck, and you are just happy that the third round is the welfare round, then you get shot in the head.

That scene will become an unforgettable nightmare for countless viewers.

At this moment, Kenji Hagiwara suddenly realized something they had overlooked before.

"The rules of the game don't say how many bullets will be used in this round of the game."

They just saw the man in black installed a live bullet in each of the two revolvers, and they naturally thought that there were only two bullets in this round of the game.

But in fact.

Who can be sure that there is only one bullet in the third revolver?

If there were more than one bullet in there, but two or three, or even fired continuously, then as long as they were fired in order, there would always be a real bullet falling on Hojo Shuya's head.

Thinking of this, all the policemen were suddenly horrified.

Hojo Lianzong looked deeply at Karasuma Soshin, and in response, Karasuma Soshin raised his eyelids lightly, without any surprise in his eyes.

Of course he knew it a long time ago.

This method was clearly revealed to him from the very beginning, like a white spot on black paper.

On the surface, it all depends on the rules of luck, and all the choices are given to the police, including subsequent psychological pressure and deliberate pauses.

All of this is to make the police believe that as long as they get through the torso and choose that round, they will win the final victory of this round of the game.

But in fact, how can a player who plays the game to win from the very beginning make fair rules of the game when he can make the rules of the game?