The world is restarting

In-game, the next day.

Conan's idea made everyone sleepless all night.

It is already very difficult to face the famous murderer in history, but the idea of ​​"supernatural abilities exist in this world" directly pulls the model into the abyss.

The little fat man Jiang Shouhuang even had a whim, "Is it because we didn't do the pre-quest? Maybe there is a place in the game where we can receive the mission, so that we can also have supernatural powers, and then we can go face to face with Jack the Ripper What? This is the normal process of fighting a boss, right?"

The others looked at the child who was still dreaming with pity, "...No, you are thinking too much."

What they are playing now is to face the boss as soon as they come out of the novice village. They don’t give skills, equipment, or weapons, and they don’t even give time to upgrade. They only have one life. A game where everyone dies together is unreasonable and troublesome to the extreme.

This led to a dispirited mood when everyone assembled at the dinner table the next day.

Tsunayoshi Sawada went out to buy breakfast with Mrs. Hudson—I don’t know why Mrs. Hudson likes him very much. When he asked her to ask her to stay here yesterday, she not only readily said He readily agreed, and by the way, enthusiastically provided all the three meals for the children. Everyone else wondered if it was Gang Ji's natural animal temperament that aroused the motherly love of this landlady who lived alone and had no children. .

Chu Xingxiu handed the newspaper to Conan, "I found it at the door this morning. It should be ordered by Mrs. Hudson. The news promised by Professor Moriarty has been published."

"Thank you." Conan took a sip of the black tea that Mrs. Hudson prepared on the table in the morning, and took it with his hand.Immediately, he suddenly stopped opening the newspaper, lowered his head and picked up the teacup for a few careful glances.

Chu Xingxiushu: "What's wrong?"

"This is Darjeeling black tea..." Conan murmured softly, observing the color of the tea soup.He put down the cup, opened the newspaper, twisted the pages, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose. "The smell of ink and the touch of paper are exactly the same as in the real world. Even the details of things here are getting more and more real."

The other two people on the table were slightly stunned.

After a while, Chu Xingxiushu said softly, "Yes, it seems that we have really traveled to London at the end of the eighteenth century."

Conan: "So, can Noah's Ark really do this?"

Even the texture of newspaper paper does not repeat, and the most advanced computer can't afford such a huge amount of calculation, right?

"..."

The expressions of the other two at the table became serious.

"Ah, I found it. Moriarty's announcement—'I'm going to clean the stage of the Opera House tonight, a message from M to J'."

In the silence, Ke picked up the newspaper again, "The case that happened last night was also published on the news, 'Jack the Ripper appeared again, this time there are two victims'...Two?"

His expression was really normal. After the two people at the dining table looked at each other for a while, Jiang Shouhuang asked with some hesitation, "Well, Conan-kun, aren't you worried?"

"It's useless to worry so much now, all we can do now is stop Jack first." Conan continued to flip through the newspaper without looking up, his expression and tone were consistent and calm, "'Live near the opera house Miss Mary of Missing'... another woman missing?"

Seeing him concentrating on reading the news, Chu Xingxiushu and Jiang Shouhuang looked at each other.

"...Let's not bother him, shall we?"

The little fat man nodded silently.

At this time, Edogawa Conan's attention has been fully focused on the missing women reported in the newspaper.

"The missing woman is Mary, the singer of the opera house. She left the theater the night before and never came home. After waiting for a day, her family realized that something might have happened to Mary, so they went to Scotland Yard to call the police. This is the third missing case that occurred this month... ...The third case? Oh, yes, this is a newspaper from half a month ago...The victims are all women, working in theaters or nearby streets..."

Reading the news in the newspaper, the detective was silent and said to himself with a headache, "This theater has problems no matter how you think about it. If we go to the opera house tonight, something will happen again, right?"

"Conan."

"Huh?" Edogawa Conan pulled his mind away from the case and raised his head, only to realize that the little sister of the Zetian family had woken up at some point and went downstairs.

Little Loli rubbed her eyes and stood at the stairs, her long silver hair glowed with a soft light from the morning sun behind her.

There was a stupid hair on the top of her head, she seemed to be still in the ignorance of just getting up, and looked around the living room in a daze, "Ni Jiang?"

"Brother Gangji is out with the landlady." Conan put down the newspaper and waved to her.

Ze Tianya looked at him, then at the other people in the living room, and walked over in a daze.

Feeling the hairpin and comb in her hand being taken over, she turned around very habitually.

"Going out?"

"Yes, it's time to go buy something early."

She waited for a while, but didn't wait for the next sentence, and looked back in a daze.

Seeing the hand behind him holding the comb stopped in mid-air, he seemed to have reacted suddenly, with a bewildered "how to do this?" expression on his face.Seeing her turn around, he quickly restrained his expression, coughed twice, "Turn around, Mi."

"Oh, good."

The little loli turned her head obediently again.

The wooden-toothed comb slid across her long hair, but after a while the person behind her seemed to have found the knack, and the movements became smoother.

"The time Moriarty and Jack set is at night, after the theater opens. It happens that there is time during the day, and I, Chu Xing and Jiang Shou will go out to see the crime scene where Jack killed the five women."

Jiang Shouhuang was lying on the table enviously watching Conan combing little Lolita's hair, looking like he really wanted to snatch it up and do it himself, when he heard his name, he was confused, "I want to go too?"

Chu Xingxiushu sat next to him and read the newspaper with black tea, and shot down his unspoken resistance expressionlessly, "Yes, you are with us."

"..." The little fat man was aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say it.

Sawada Ya glanced at them a little blankly, and heard Conan behind him continue, "You and Brother Tsunaki will go around the street, and if you can, help me look up the information about the missing woman case."

As expected, Little Lolita was distracted, and nodded obediently, "Does Conan think there is a problem with this case?"

"I just have a guess..." The person behind him paused, then changed the subject nonchalantly, "Well, although it's not in the Underworld, there were still many thieves and gangsters on the streets of London at the end of the eighteenth century. Be careful...well, turn around."

Sawada Ya turned around obediently, and Conan stretched out his hand holding the hairpin, and "clicked" it on her left long hair, and the cold tassels swayed and swept past her ears.

"Speaking of which, this issuing card..."

After he withdrew his hand, his eyes fell on her long hair for a while, his expression was a little subtle.

The silver-haired Loli raised her hand blankly and touched it, "This is a birthday present I received last year, and it was from my father's friend."

The hairpin made of obsidian splicing has a Gothic design sense. There is a faint dark atmosphere in the simple structure, which forms a subtle and harmonious contrast with the little loli's own temperament.

Conan pursed his lips, and reached out to help her straighten the slightly crooked hairpin, "Is that so, do you like the gift?"

Loli Zetian nodded obediently, "I like it."

"That's good."

Conan withdrew his hand, and there was a thin light in his blue eyes.

He just said it fits well, and You Xizi also said that he has a straight male aesthetic, isn't that pretty?

He thought for a while, "wait for me."

Ze Tianya looked at him in a little confusion, turned around and rummaged on the sofa, found a paper bag from nowhere and handed it over.

"This year's birthday present."

Huh?

Little Lolita maintained a dazed expression and unwrapped the gift bag, a pair of exquisite and gorgeous black gauze gloves fell out of the bag, just landing on her skirt.

Under Conan's beckoning gaze, she picked up the glove and put it on, looking around with her fingers in surprise.

Jiang Shouhuang, who was at the side, asked in confusion, "Where did you get the gift? Did you get a reward for doing some side missions without telling us?"

"...You're overthinking it. You bought it on the street."

"? When did you go out??"

"When you were still awake in the morning, I went around the street."

Conan took a sip of black tea, looked at the curious look on the little lolita's face, smiled and said, "Well, I think it matches the suit you are wearing, so I just bought it."

main control room.

The time inside and outside the game is synchronized. The night before, Ze Tianya and the others went to bed after finishing their work. Although the adults outside the game were worried about them, they didn't even have to stare at them when they were sleeping.The bosses left a few people in the main control room to guard against accidents, and went back first.

The programmer responsible for game maintenance has no way to rest, but he has also arranged a shift change.

The shift change time in the morning is [-]:[-] am, and the person who came to take over the position has not yet arrived. Several programmers who have been staring at the whole night yawned and continued to look at the screen while chatting to relieve their sleepiness.

"Edogawa-kun is up."

Because of his supernatural performance in the maze, this programmer has become a fan of Conan's children. When he appeared in the screen, he immediately turned his attention.

"Chu Xingjun and Jiang Shoujun are also up." Another person said from the side. He looked at the two children who followed Conan downstairs, and his face was a little sympathetic. "The dark circles are so heavy, I didn't sleep well last night."

"It's already very powerful to be able to fall asleep in this situation."

"That's right, I'm still a child with a simple mind. If I were in this environment, I probably wouldn't be able to close my eyes all night."

"No, if you change it to a time when you won't live to sleep at all..."

Several people were talking, and the door of the main control room behind them was opened to both sides, and the fresh morning air and the wind passing through the aisle were poured in through the door.

The programmers noticed that someone had entered the door, and the voice of chatting stopped and turned around. When they saw the person coming, they subconsciously stood up, "Lord Qing Wang."

Munakata Reiji waved his hand to signal them not to be nervous. He first glanced at the screen, and the children in the screen had already started to have breakfast in the lobby on the first floor of 221B.

"Thank you everyone, what happened yesterday?"

A programmer stood up cautiously, "No. Yesterday the children just slept normally, and no accident happened. We have already recorded the relevant video. If Master Qing wants to check it, you can call it out now."

He is the leader of this group and is responsible for monitoring the situation.

Munakata Reisi nodded, "I see, thank you Watanabe-kun."

Unexpectedly, Your Majesty the King actually knew his name, Team Leader Watanabe was flattered, "No, it's okay, it should be..."

At this time, the door of the main control room was pushed open again, and the noisy shouts were like arrows from the string, and they arrived at the scene one step before the figure of the visitor.

"Ten generations!"

The voice was a little strange, with a foreign accent, causing the programmers in the main control room to turn their heads in surprise, and saw a strange silver-haired boy rushing in through the door.

His facial contours are handsome and sharp, with an obvious sense of exoticism, and the external advantages of mixed race are fully reflected in him.He stepped in front of the screen in two or three steps, propped his hands on the main console, and leaned forward to stare at the screen.

The moment he saw the brown-haired boy in the picture, his breath stopped suddenly, "Judaimu..."

"that……"

Seeing that he should be a relative or friend of one of the children, the programmer next to him was hesitant to comfort him when the collar on his chest suddenly tightened.The person staring at the screen suddenly turned his head and pulled up his neckline, his voice mixed with anger seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "What the hell happened? You bastard, let me release Judaime !"

The programmer was stabbed by his blade-like gaze, his body trembled, and the hairs on his body stood on end. At that moment, he truly felt the murderous intent that he had only seen in novels and film and television works, almost condensed into reality.The breath from the underground world, which was the same as that of a certain party last night, escaped from the young man in front of him, the programmer lost his voice for a moment, and some familiar tremors gushed out from his limbs like a tide.

"Wait, Prison Temple!"

While the programmer was in a daze, the clear and clear boyish voice sounded in the back of his head.A muscular hand stretched out from the side, and forcefully separated the fingers holding his collar, "It's none of this gentleman's business, let him go first."

"Why is it none of his business? If it weren't for this game, would Judaime be trapped here?!"

Although the boy named Prison Temple let go of his hand, he turned his head and yelled at the person coming.

The visitor said helplessly, "Well, anyway, you should calm down for a while, Prison Temple."

"How do you want me to calm down in Judaime's current situation, baseball bastard?!"

"It's too rude, Prison Temple Hayato, I have warned you in advance not to get excited, right?"

The two of them were about to quarrel in public, when a childish voice suddenly broke into the conversation with an unquestionable tone.

The affected programmer leaned on the console, looked up in shock, and saw one of yesterday's bosses, the Mr. Killer who looked like a teenager in a black suit, walked in, followed by a man with a Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose. A boy with short gray hair.

"Mr. reborn..." Seeing the person coming, Guiji was startled suddenly, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head, and he slowly let go of the hand that was holding Takeshi Yamamoto's collar tightly, and it hung down as if he lost his strength.

As if being splashed by the bucket of water, he seemed to have regained his sanity, lowered his head and apologized, "...Sorry, Mr. Reborn, I was too excited."

"Humph."

Reborn glanced at him, and turned to the unlucky programmer.

"I'm sorry, the people under Tsuna have caused you trouble, Nakamura-kun."

Nakamura:"!"

He didn't expect that even the group of bosses paid attention to his name, he didn't know whether he was surprised or panicked and said, "No, it doesn't matter."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the silver-haired boy seemed to be reminded, turned to him with his head down, bowed his head at a standard ninety degrees, "I'm very sorry, I was reckless just now, please take care of me before the tenth generation. "

Among the few people who came in, this young man named Prison Temple had the most dangerous temperament and the darkest breath on his body. It seemed that he was fundamentally different from the others from the soil where he grew up.This apology shocked Nakamura, who was just an ordinary person, and hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, it's okay, I can understand."

Instead of paying attention to the communication over there, Reborn glanced at the screen to confirm that the two children of the Pengele family were in good condition, and then turned his attention to Munakata Reishi who had been quietly watching.

"Ah Gang's family members are immature, I am laughing at you, Your Excellency King Qing."

"Mr. Reborn just call me Munakata." Munakata Reishi smiled politely, "It is understandable for young people to be agitated when they find out that their important companions are in danger. His Excellency Sawada's family members really have very good relationships."

Sasakawa, who came with reborn, calmed down the dispute between Hiramigakuji and Yamamoto, and did not continue to listen to their conversation. He went straight to the screen and stared worriedly at the Sawada brothers and sisters in the screen with the other two.

The two adults who stayed in place exchanged polite greetings, and said some polite words on the scene, and Munakata finally changed his voice.

"Mr. Reborn, I heard that there is such a profession as illusionist in the Mafia, right?"

"Huh?" Hearing that he seemed to have something to say, Reborn raised his eyebrows, "Indeed, what do you want to ask?"

"It is said that a good illusionist can enter other people's dreams." Munakata Reji turned his head and looked at the unusually real London on the screen.

"The game of 'Cocoon' also requires players to play in their sleep. Mr. Reborn thinks, is this similar to the situation when a person enters a dreamland while sleeping?"

Before he finished speaking, Reborn already understood what he meant, because he had thought of this a long time ago.

The black-haired killer also looked at the screen and was silent for a moment.

"The ability of illusionists to enter people's dreams is just an unconfirmed rumor in the mafia world. There are very few illusionists who have reached this level... As far as Vengley knows, it is indeed very possible for a person to be able to do it." It’s just that that guy is too dangerous, and I don’t know what he would do if he knew about it.”

The few people in the prison temple who heard his words in front turned their heads subconsciously.

His Excellency Prince Qing lowered his eyes slightly, showing an expression of willingness to hear more about it.

Reborn lifted the brim of his hat and glanced at them.

"Have you ever heard of Avengers Prison?"