Social terror players, forced to become king

After finishing the bomb disposal for the day, Matsuda Jinpei returned to his residence late at night.He changed out of the clothes that were still exposed to the air-conditioning outside, put on home clothes, and closed the curtains on the balcony.

In the reclining chair next to it, there is a shadowy figure.

It was a broken doll, but it was carefully put together.Its left eye socket has a burning crack, which has been carefully repaired, and a blue eyeball is installed inside. It seems that it was replaced not long ago, shining with a new luster.

The right arm is a new type of ball-joint limb, and the skin color is very similar to that of a real human.

If you look closely, you will find that on the hand of its left arm, the skin at the root of the original ring finger and little finger seems to be a different color from other places, with subtle stitching marks.On the root of the ring finger is a cherry blossom-shaped ring of the same style as Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda Jinpei lifted the blanket around the puppet's waist, exposing the other's lower limbs, one of which had scorched marks from the flames.

Holding the doll in his arms, he walked back to the bedroom, opened the solid wooden box on the floor, and put it in properly.

"Good night." The man's voice was soft and vague, and then he closed the lid of the box.

After finishing this routine, Matsuda Jinhei sat in the living room and subconsciously lit a cigarette.

The familiar smell of nicotine made the policeman sigh softly.He turned on his phone and opened the name of a contact he had put in his address book.

——Ayatsuji pedestrian.

When a cigarette was burned out, his fingertips finally pressed the confirmation button.

The phone rang for a full minute before being connected.

"I'm Matsuda Jinpei." The curly-haired man extinguished the cigarette with the last spark in the ashtray.

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and a cold male voice came: "Have you thought about it?"

"Well, please introduce the puppet master for me."

"Yes, but that master no longer makes dolls, and it's still unknown whether he can accept the one in your hand."

"I understand." Matsuda said flatly.

"In this case, I will give you his contact information."

"How much compensation do you want?"

"Reward?" Sitting in his storage room filled with various dolls on the shelf, the tall and thin young man said with a smile, "I don't need that kind of thing, it's just a contact method."

In the night, on a bridge not far away, a young man was leaning against the railing by the water, and he slowly put away the blue gears floating out of his eyes.

A blue translucent screen visible only to him appeared in front of him.

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Item name: Katasakura Doll

Item description: Made by a famous artist, it is a puppet that can be freely controlled by the player, and the control distance is not limited.

Damage level: 37%.

Current Status: Unavailable.

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Day two.

The police station received a new note with strange metaphors.

Matsuda Jinhei stared at the words above. When almost everyone was thinking about what it meant, he stood up neatly, picked up the black messenger bag with his usual tools, and walked out briskly.

"Officer Matsuda!" Mu Mu Shisan followed up in surprise, "What are you going to do?"

"Since Kubado Station has been ruled out, the location of the first bomb written on the paper should be...Tokyo Tower."

Matsuda Jinhei stepped into the driving seat of his car, and after the engine ignited, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The vehicle rushed out of the parking space like an arrow leaving the string, bringing a gust of wind.The remaining police officers also hurriedly got into their vehicles, trying to catch up.

"This guy, never follows the command." Officer Sato complained, and started his own vehicle.

And Qi Gongcheng, who was supposed to rest at home on vacation, also rode his bicycle and arrived under the Dongdu Iron Tower.

"It's really nerve-wracking. This time, we must catch the bomber who caused my doll to be scrapped."

He took off his black sunglasses, and in his mechanically precise and incalculable pupils, a faint blue complex pattern slowly rotated.

Since the bomber was targeted for revenge against the police, he must be among the crowd watching, waiting for the consequences of his bomb, and being complacent about it.

Along with the expansion of field of vision, the amount of information transmitted to Qi Gongcheng's brain also increased suddenly in a short period of time.His face was a little pale, but he didn't stop his eyes from moving.

After Matsuda Jinpei entered the iron tower, another car stopped under the Tokyo Tower, and Takagi Tsutomu hurriedly got down from it, followed by Edogawa Conan who also looked dusty.

Kudo Shinichi also came, Nanomiya Makoto glanced over him, and then focused on the bustling tourists under the tower.

The gangsters must be mixed in.

Everyone's facial expressions, the lip language displayed when their lips moved, and the terminal electronic screen that lit up in their hands, all caught the young man's eyes and were all transmitted to his brain.

Where exactly?

My temples are throbbing.

"Cheng-chan, it really is you, what are you doing standing here?" Suddenly a familiar and frivolous voice came from next to my ear, and I felt a slight weight on my shoulders.

Gojo Satoru put his hand on the young man's shoulder, but the light force caused him to stagger.

The original downward force suddenly withdrew, and the white-haired young man took a step forward calmly, and stabilized the opponent's shoulder, allowing him to stand on his own.

"It's okay, I just happened to want to visit Tokyo Tower." Nangong Makoto shook his head, his lips lost the color, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

He's found the bomber.

Under the "God's Prosthetic Eye", all the NPC names and colors on people's heads will disappear, and after closing the prosthetic eye, there are too many people under the Tokyo Tower, and the names are densely stacked together, and it is not suitable to observe anyone with the naked eye. The top of the head is a red name.

Fortunately, even in this case, the red-named NPC was finally found by him.

Should he be killed directly as a red-named enemy, or should he be handed over to the police?

However, before that——

"Why is Mr. Wutiao here?" He tried to maintain a normal mental state, but his pale complexion couldn't hide it at all.

Expanding the scope of the unlimited technique to two people, Gojo Satoru simply lifted the boy's chin and stuffed something into his mouth. His fingertips brushed against the other's soft lips, causing a strange tactile sensation.

"Sweet?" There was a sweet and greasy taste in his mouth, and the boy chewed subconsciously, "It still tastes like strawberry."

"I just passed by a store and bought stuffed marshmallows." Wujo Wu let go of the other party and said casually. He put his fingers into the unsealed packaging bag and threw three or two marshmallows into his mouth.

"For a technique like ours, it is indispensable to replenish sugar at all times." Wujo Wu ate another soft candy in one bite, "Well, it tastes good."

"Then, Mr. Wutiao, I still have something to do. Do you want to...?"

"Hey, is Cheng-chan so cruel that he wants to drive me away?" The white-haired young man with a height of 1.9 meters showed a look of tears.

Qi Gongcheng was silent for a while, and said, "Teacher Wutiao can follow up."

He put the sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Without even needing to use any special abilities, Qi Gongcheng walked around behind the man who was still wearing a hat and showing a malicious smile, kicked him flying, and kicked him to the ground neatly.

The bomber turned his head in a hurry and saw only the boy wearing sunglasses and the blindfolded man next to him. When he realized that he was not a policeman, he stepped back, looked left and right at the gaps in the crowd, and wanted to escape from here.

That man wearing a black blindfold is blind, right?

The bomber rushed towards the other party without hesitation, trying to knock him away, but he couldn't hit anyone at all, and felt a whirlwind, and was forced to kneel on the ground in a humiliating posture. The face is firmly pressed against the hard ground.

There was a chuckle from behind.

"Cheng-chan, I seem to be underestimated." Wujo Satoru said pretending to be distressed.

"Let me go!" The bomber struggled desperately, but the arms behind him were as firm as iron clamps, no matter how hard he tried, they still remained motionless.

A pair of white sneakers suddenly appeared in front of him.

Out of the posture of being pushed down, the bomber tried to lift his head up, but he could only see the opponent's knees.

The other party squatted down kindly, allowing him to see the perfectly shaped chin.Just through this part, he realized that this was the boy who suddenly kicked himself down before.

"Don't waste your energy in vain." Qi Gongcheng said to him.If Gojo Satoru's imprisonment can be broken by this ordinary NPC, where will the face of No. 1 Conjurer be saved?

"You'd better be obedient and tell me where the second bomb is."

"Bah!" Perhaps because he didn't pay attention to these two people who didn't look like policemen at all, the bomber spat on the ground, dragging out dirty marks.

Qi Gongcheng frowned, and took a step back a little later.

Games are always over-realistic in places that players don't like.

For example, the uncivilized but very real reaction of NPC.

"What are you doing?" The commotion here quickly attracted the police who were here to maintain order.

"I found the kidnapper." Nangong Makoto said, and when he saw the face of the visitor, he added, "Officer Sato."

"What?!" Miwako Sato showed a look of surprise.

Qi Gongcheng broke away the man's hand, took off his mobile phone, and showed the content on it to the other party: "There should be evidence of his crime on it."

"Is Qiomiya-kun really not joking?" Miwako Sato showed a serious expression, her gaze fixed on the text message that the other party had sent.

"No. But he was still reluctant to reveal the location of the second bomb." Cheng Qigong changed his voice.

"Is that so?" Miwako Sato took out the handcuffs and handcuffed him neatly.

"Hmph," seeing that there was no room for change, the bomber finally bared his conspiracy fangs, "You will never guess the location of the last bomb, just wait and turn those poor people into fireworks. Hahahahahaha."

Miwako Sato frowned, thinking of her colleagues in Tokyo Tower who were still working hard to dismantle the bomb regardless of the danger, her mood became more and more angry.

The woman clenched her fists and was about to teach this brazen criminal a lesson when the weight around her waist suddenly disappeared.

The boy with silver-gray hair held a gun that was randomly drawn from the side, opened its safety, and pointed the muzzle straight at the bomber's forehead.

Behind the black sunglasses, his blue pupils stared at the stunned man with emotionless eyes.

"Tell me where the second bomb is, or I'll kill you now."

You know, even in the Port Mafia, the "Faceless Reaper" is also a member of the Fighting Faction.