I, Minami Kotori, Son of the Sun

The next day - according to the speed of time in the game, it was already the next morning.

At dawn, the Thames was breathing in brassy mist, and the cast iron frame of Westminster Bridge was trembling in the haze.

Six bells rang out from the chaos on the river bank, startling rooks that flew over the Gothic spires of the Parliament Building.

The newly gilded paint on Big Ben was stained into flowing amber in the mist. The shadow of the swaying pendulum was cast on the bridge, interweaving with the spokes of the carriage wheels to form a flowing spider web.

There was a sudden slight tremor in the cast iron railings—the first steam bus was spitting out gray and white clouds.

The lady in the ostrich feather hat hurriedly lifted her skirt, and her high heels sank into the soft trap of horse manure and straw.

In the shadow of the bridge arch, a cleaner wrapped in newspapers was huddled, oyster shells and theater ticket stubs scattered around his torn boots, while above him, on the bridge deck, a banker's patent leather shoes were stepping over the lead type titles of a congressman's speech.

The group stood on the picturesque Westminster Bridge, immersed in this unique scenery and looking out at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

"It's six o'clock." The church bells rang, and everyone looked up and saw the gold-inlaid minute hand of Big Ben continuing to turn backwards.

The hour hand of the Big Ben in this world moves normally according to time, but the minute hand stops at the 50-minute position from the moment the game begins, and moves back one position every time one person is eliminated.

"The speed seems to be faster than before." Conan shook his head. He didn't know what the children in other worlds had experienced. The speed of elimination was obviously accelerated.

Most of the original 50 people have been eliminated, and the reverse clock has reached the 25-minute position.

The game has only been started for an hour. Including Conan and his group of 1 people in the London world - no, we have to exclude the shining local Mr. Jonathan, so there are only 10 people left in the other four worlds. On average, there are only about 16 people in each world.

And if it weren't for the help of Xiaoniao and Jonathan's divine soldiers, their trip to the tavern would probably have resulted in heavy casualties.

"Don't worry, Conan, we will definitely succeed." The bird rubbed Conan's head, "You continue to use your amazing wisdom, as for the amazing power, leave it to us."

Xiaoniao then poked Jonathan's stomach with his elbow: "You said so, JOJO."

"Oh, of course." Jonathan touched his head sheepishly. The idea of ​​amazing power was too much of a compliment to him.

Compared to the bird's extraordinary strength that could pull a 1.9-meter-tall British strongman into the air - he was almost powerless.

Ran felt a little sad when she saw Conan and Kotori being so intimate. She couldn't explain her feelings - but when she thought of that groundless guess,

He likes Sherlock Holmes just like Shinichi, and sits in the same posture as Shinichi when thinking. His birthday seems to be similar to Shinichi's. She has never seen such a smart child. He is almost as smart as Shinichi. Moreover, how could there be two people in the world who look so similar - he and Shinichi were almost exactly the same when they were children, except for the glasses.

"I, I can do it too. I also have...amazing power." Look at me, I can also be with you, Shinichi.

Conan was slightly stunned and looked into Ran's eyes. He subconsciously felt that Ran seemed to have guessed the possibility.

"Of course, Lan is also very good." Xiaoniao gently pulled Lan into his arms, looking very calm, "With Lan's karate, we will be even more invincible. Not to mention Jack the Ripper, even if it's Ace the Guillotine, we can still beat him!"

"Ace...what is that?" Lan was amused, but behind the smile was a worry that could not be dispelled.

[If Conan is really Shinichi, why did he become a child? Does Little Bird, this magical girl, know something?]

Kotori and Conan, they have secrets that cannot be told to others - not even to themselves.

She had this feeling for no apparent reason, and if she had to give a reason, it would probably be [woman's intuition].

. . .

"Look, it's the kid selling newspapers!" Hideki Moroboshi suddenly screamed and pointed to the street on the other side of the river.

The distance was quite far, and although I could see the child clearly, I had no idea what exactly he was selling.

"The incomparably beautiful Ms. Irene is about to perform her swan song at the Royal Opera House - this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, please go to the Royal Ticket Office to buy tickets." The little boy selling newspapers, wearing a coarse cloth coat, ran on the street and shouted, "London Times, 20 yen a copy~"

Among the people present, only the bird could hear clearly: "Irene Adler, it seems that the plot has been triggered. I'll go buy a copy."

"Sister Kotori is amazing!" Mitsuhiko and Ayumi praised Kotori's clairaudience. Not only can she fight, but she is also so smart. "She is worthy of being a campus idol."

"No, if all campus idols are like this, then the threshold for becoming an idol is too high." Conan twitched his lips. Not every idol is a Kamen Rider.

At least, that's not the case now.

"Yes, even among idols, Kotori-san is the most unique and powerful one." Ai, contrary to her usual behavior, spoke frankly and praised someone in front of everyone.

The other two members of the Young Detectives were stunned. After all, they knew that although Xiao Ai was a good person, she had a very vicious mouth. She would either keep silent or hurt others when she spoke.

"This guy insisted that he was just the Tengu of Sister Kotori and Baili." Conan chuckled twice, causing Ai to roll her eyes at him in a murderous manner.

"Sister Lan, she is mean to me~"

"Okay, kids shouldn't fight." Lan smiled and touched the children's heads. What? They were just kids after all.

The worries in my heart were temporarily put aside.

Until - they saw some huge weird bird climbing up the bridge railing with a child under its armpits.

“Little Bird...Sister...?” Even Jonathan, who was used to big scenes, was dumbfounded. What, what kind of behavior was this?

"Oh, don't mention it. When I got there, I realized I had no money in my pocket - no, it's better to say that I don't have a pocket at all. Mobile payment is not supported in this crappy era." The bird looked complaining.

“Put me down! Put me down!!!” He didn’t care about the child in his arms making a fuss. Looking at his anxious look, he must have thought that he had encountered human traffickers.

"Your human trafficker is so pretty!" Xiao Niao poked the child's forehead unhappily. After all, he was an NPC, so she didn't care about human etiquette. "I'll just put you down."

Unexpectedly, the child wanted to run away with the newspaper as soon as he put it down, and then he was caught again by the claws of the big monster bird: "You also saw that this child insisted on running away. I was afraid that he would have disappeared when I came back, so..."

"So you brought him along, didn't you?"

"Yes." The bird blinked, "I wanted to hold him, but it would be difficult for me to climb the wall, and he refused to lie on my back quietly, so I had to do this."

Justified and convincing.

"Wait, climbing the wall?" Everyone twitched their eyes.

Indeed, the reason why she could travel back and forth so quickly was not only because of her maximum flying speed, but also because of another major factor: she was traveling in a straight line.

Jonathan sighed, "Sure enough, in the eyes of you Nan family members, there is no wall."

He realized this deeply when he was studying the subject "Climbing up the Roof and Removing the Tiles" with Xiaoniao yesterday.

Conan twitched his lips. When he thought that Sister Xiaoniao was actually a soft girl who was consistent in appearance and heart, he felt that Bai Li was a very evil guy.

Actually...

[When did I ever teach you to walk like this? !] In the system space, Bai Li cried and threw a tantrum.

[What does it matter? Brother Bai Li, didn’t you say that in the game, if you can crawl, don’t walk? The perpendicular line between two points is the shortest.]

[But this... this is actually a game! ]