Cursed Humanoid Scourge She has no AC count

There was a mysterious incident in tram 101 where a group fell asleep due to unknown reasons!

The media who smelled the exposure machine picked up their equipment one after another, and took people to the station to try to find out.

The official also felt a headache because of this sudden mysterious incident, quickly suppressed the news, and privately invited people from a special department to investigate. The sound waves produced by other electrical appliances used by people resonate, which is a bit similar to hypnosis in the physical science of psychology, which triggers the collective hypnosis event.

Of course, the media will definitely not believe it, and they also want more gimmicks to increase the exposure of the report they wrote.

It's just that the upper management's attitude is extremely tough, and they are unwilling to accept these things, and they want to start a big radio industry, and they have warned them fiercely.

It's not dismissal, nor is it directly blocking the entire company, but telling them implicitly that you will die.

Since everyone knows that this kind of thing is tricky, you still have to deliberately expose the truth. Isn't this letting the mysterious behind-the-scenes that created this incident stare at your life?

You are not afraid of death, what if you target your relatives and friends?

As a result, the manager and the president, who had been on the verge of action, restrained their actions, but the report they wrote still caught people's attention.

Since you can't tell the truth, you can only make it up and write it.

Alice, the mysterious person behind the scenes, doesn't know anything about the evaluation given to her by the higher-ups, and even sits obediently on the tatami mat waiting for Mao Lilan to cook.

Mori Kogoro went to a dinner party tonight, and the occasion was not suitable for bringing children, so only Mori Lan, Conan, and Alice were left for dinner.

While waiting for the meal, Conan kept sizing up Alice in secret. Finally, he couldn't hold back his words and asked in a low voice, "Sister Xiaoai."

Alice, who was still thinking about her real name: "Huh? What?"

"The people in the car yesterday... are those people in the sushi restaurant at night, right? They... all know you from before?" Conan asked.

"Well," Alice thought for a while, "I just think their teacher is familiar."

Although Fu Heihui also knew her appearance, she had no impression or feeling of Fu Heihui at all.

"Teacher? Is that the man wearing the black blindfold?" As sharp as Conan, he immediately made an accurate guess from Nagasaki Wild Rose and the others.

"Well, you're really sharp." Alice looked at him in surprise.

Conan laughed dryly, and began to test Gojo Satoru's identity again: "But is he really a teacher? I always feel..." That man looks like a bad guy.

"Really." Alice testified.

"Then, is he also your teacher?"

Is Gojo Satoru her teacher?

Alice's expression was subtle for a moment, and she met Conan's probing eyes with a deep expression: "Well, he seems to be my mother's suitor."

Conan: "...?!"

Is this so exciting?

Conan's face was dull, never expecting such an answer.

"What suitors are you talking about?"

Wearing protective plastic gloves, Mao Lilan asked as she brought up the stewed potatoes and beef.

"Nothing." Alice raised her head, sniffing the fragrance in the air, her eyes lit up, "It smells so good! It must be delicious!"

"Thank you, Xiao Ai." Mao Lilan laughed, and said it was delicious before she tasted it. What if what she made just smelled delicious and didn't taste good?

Seeing that the goulash with potatoes had been put on the table, Conan also shut his mouth and waited for the meal.

To tell the truth, he was hungry too.

Mao Lilan went back to the kitchen and took off the plastic gloves, walked over and turned on the TV, and sat down to eat.

"I'm starting!"

The two young and one big clasped their hands together and finished speaking, then picked up the chopsticks and started to chop the rice.

On the TV that was turned on, the reporter was still broadcasting the mysterious mass coma on the trams that happened yesterday.

Conan, who was very curious, was immediately attracted by the content on the TV. He didn't notice that when the reporter said the news in a shocked tone, Alice paused the chopsticks holding the potatoes, and they didn't hold them firmly. The potatoes fell back.

"Eh? Mass coma? This is really scary. Fortunately, none of us got on that tram yesterday." Mao Lilan sighed lucky.

Alice, who got into the accident yesterday and was the culprit, silently ate her meal, and returned to her room after finishing her dinner quietly.

She was lying on the bed, holding her mobile phone, logged on to the dark web, and posted a new post.

Landlord [A Little Fortune Butterfly]: What should I do if I accidentally cause trouble again?

[Poisonous red apple]: I always see the host posting at night, what kind of job does the host do?

Alice looked at the ID of Miao's reply post and let out a "huh".

It's this guy again.

[A little lucky butterfly]: Work?No, I am currently sitting at home and waiting for the rich to come to my door.

At the other end, in the dim room, there are eight display screens in front of you, except for the screen that the person is facing directly, which shows the posting page of the forum, the other computers are all black screens, leaving only a white bone in the middle Mouse pattern.

The man looked at Alice's reply, paused his hand typing on the keyboard, and thought a lot in his mind for a moment.

Waiting for riches to come to your door?

Probably a list.

This person should be a mercenary, and the kind with weaknesses.

So here comes the question, is there any relationship between yesterday's mass coma on the tram and this Xiao Fudie who posted the post just after the accident?

In the darkness, the corners of the man's thin lips lifted slightly, and his blood-dark eyes reflected the glowing screen without warmth.

【Boss is shit】: It sounds easy, that's great.

[Spiritual Event Find Me]: What's wrong with the landlord?Is it convenient to talk about it?

[A little blessed butterfly]: It's not convenient to say.

[Looking for me for supernatural events]: Then what are you posting in the middle of the night?

[A Little Fortune Butterfly]: I didn't ask about the solution either, this is just a rant, isn't it?

[Looking for me for supernatural events]: ... Tsk.

[Refreshing suicide~]: Oh, it's so lively~ If you make complaints, can you add me~ I have a lot of things I want to complain about recently.

[A little lucky butterfly]: Ah, actually, I've already finished complaining.

【Poisonous red apple】: ...

【Find me for supernatural events】: ...

【Boss is shit】:.

"Refreshing suicide~" There was no reply, as if he ran away in anger.

Alice, who simply wanted to make a post to complain about her feelings, said the "spitting" she wanted to say, and finally ended happily at the end of the post.

[A little lucky butterfly]: Today's rant is over, I found that this forum is really not poking.

Others in different places: "..."

Is there something serious wrong with this landlord?

The words on the head are just complaints?Why don't you post a blog or twitter instead of posting here?

Alice returned to the homepage of the forum, glanced briefly at other posts, and then saw a post that spoke arrogantly.

Alice clicked in curiously, and found that the poster who posted the post said that he was going to make a big celebration for his entry into this dark web forum, saying that he was going to blow up the theme park.

Downstairs, there are all mocking people, all laughing at the landlord for grandstanding and self-deprecating.

Alice also felt that the poster was an unusual sub, because the real troublemakers never posted their actions in advance.

Alice yawned, exited the forum, erased the traces, left today's worries behind, turned off the lights and fell into a deep sleep.

—— Digression——

Hey, there's a new nickname.Can any cutie guess it?