Red and black camp simulation game

"A bottle of milk?" Nayue opened the door of the small refrigerator and asked the two teenagers sideways.

Hiroki nodded cautiously, and the little detective who wanted to ask for oolong tea glanced at him, then rubbed his hair helplessly, took the milk from Nayue's hand, and pushed a bottle in front of the child.

"Don't be so nervous, it's safe here," the young man pointed to himself and gestured to the police officer on the opposite sofa, and said with a confident smile, "I'm a detective, and with Brother Nayue, you don't have to I was worried that I would be arrested."

The boy with purple eyes looked up at the two of them, and smiled slowly: "Thank you."

"I'm Hiroki Sawada, the one in the park just now is...my adoptive father." Hiroki couldn't help tightening his fingers holding the glass bottle, he lowered his head and whispered.

The little detective frowned. Based on the scene he had just seen, that person's attitude towards Hiroki was not at all normal towards his adopted son. Instead, he seemed to be dealing with a handy tool.

He and Brother Nayue learned a little micro-expression analysis, and he could clearly see that there was something wrong with the eyes of that 'Chairman Syndora'.

Hiroki explained their relationship a little bit, and then took a deep breath and said what he had been holding back.

"A month ago, Mr. Syndora took me around his collection room, and I... saw a dagger," he couldn't help trembling again, as if what he was about to say was terrifying "He said that it was the murder weapon left by Jack the Ripper more than 100 years ago. Because I was very interested in it, I later collected all the information about Jack the Ripper around me and entered it into the computer."

"Using the DNA tracking system I developed half a year ago... to find out the owner of the DNA left on it," Hiroki pursed his lips. "It belongs to Hani, who is also rumored to be his biological mother who was killed by Jack the Ripper himself."

His voice was a little dry: "But I found out that another blood sample that was mixed up belonged to Mr. Syndora... They both matched."

In other words, Thomas Syndora is related to the serial killer.

Kudo Shinichi almost spit out the milk, hey hey, although he was suspicious of the chairman, he didn't expect that the other party was directly the descendant of Jack the Ripper.

"If this news gets out, the Syndora Group will be over." Nayue said calmly on behalf of the young man, "So he will monitor you more strictly to prevent you from leaking the news, and he also wants to force you to complete it faster. Research now - AI 'Noah's Ark', right."

"I really want to play with my friends," Hiroki's eyes filled with tears, "but my daily life is only work and research, whether in Japan or the United States, no one is willing to... listen to my thoughts .”

Detective Kudo, who had a very liberal family education, opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, Nayue calmly pushed a box of tissues to him, and the little detective quickly tore a few and handed them to the crying boy.

"You appeared at the scene of the second case probably because of something you saw." Kudo Shinichi sat up straight and said firmly.

"Well," Hiroki wiped his eyes and nodded embarrassedly, "Noah's Ark is still being debugged, but I forgot to let it go to sleep before going to bed that day, and when I woke up the next day, I realized that a piece of monitoring was intercepted. I took a picture of Mr. Syndora who came back from outside wearing a black cloak around [-]:[-] in the morning."

"The news that day happened to be the first victim who was disembowelled at the church gate at [-]:[-] in the morning. I thought it was just a coincidence, but the second victim appeared a week later," the boy swallowed. "There is also...the cloak left by the murderer."

Both Nayue and Shinichi looked at the fabric that Hiroki put on the armrest after getting started, and the boy denied it: "It's different from mine, but I can't admit it wrong, the style and texture of that cloak are all Mr. Sindora's." Last year, I found a private tailor to order, and there was only one piece, because the blueprint happened to be sent out by me."

"You should have also seen the restored surveillance video in the park," Nayue said in as gentle a tone as possible, "You can recognize that it is Sindora at a glance."

Hiroki nodded silently.

All his information channels should be blocked after being strictly monitored, but Xindola never imagined that after he destroyed the surveillance near the church, the surveillance footage of his own building would be intercepted. According to his prudence, the original building The surveillance video must have been processed as well, but the Noah's Ark he forced Hiroki to do ahead of time became a fish that slipped through the net.

Syndora would not have thought that she was exposed because there was a young man beside him who recognized the cloak and was able to recover and monitor himself.

In a sense, he was really unlucky.

"According to the information provided by the FBI, when investigating the information of the three victims, the owners of the shops replied that all three of them had a history of alcoholism for a long time, and they all lived alone and in remote places." Little Detective Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with his hands folded in front of his lips, his face was serious, "At the same time, their financial situation is very difficult, but they all received a large sum of money two days before the crime... It seems that the murderer sent Yes, and it was specially packed in a paper bag.”

Hiroki was a little stunned listening to the confident reasoning of the boy who was five years older than himself, his eyes opened round unconsciously, and it seemed that he had a little child's vitality.

Nayue used ceramic cups to cover up the corners of her raised lips. If the little detective saw how shy she would be, he might as well hold back.

But the little detective who seemed to be glowing when reasoning is really cute, alas, why doesn't this broken game provide screenshots and cg services?

"Although Chairman Syndora has nothing to do with the victim, and he didn't know each other before, it stands to reason that he has no motive for killing—" Kudo Shinichi's blue pupils reflected Hiroki, whose tears were still wet, "Except Whatever is left of the impossible, no matter how much you don't want to believe it, is the truth!"

"There is only one truth. Before committing the crime, Chairman Syndora investigated the information of the victims who liked to drink alcohol and were poor. He used a very considerable sum of money to invite them out in the early morning, and then imitated his ancestors to cut the victims into dissection. Throat." The young detective frowned unbearably when he said this, "However, the first victim did not die... and he has not yet woken up, so just to be on the safe side, he cut the throats of the next two victims directly."

"His motive for killing, I think it's 'fear'," the police officer who had been quietly listening to this reasoning said with lowered eyes, "fear of the sinful blood flowing in his body, fear of the perverted murderer who was his ancestor Demon, afraid... I will become a person like JTR."

"After Hiroki-kun discovered his secret, the fear that had been accumulated in his heart for decades broke out. He decided to either let this fear be sealed up again, or to overcome it - with the way of 'becoming it'." No rush no The slow voice was cool, and both the little detective and Hiroki had goosebumps, "Finally succumbed to the cowardly heart, and enjoyed the pleasure of controlling those who could not resist, so I picked up the knife."

That month looked down on this kind of kneeling to fear. Even if he couldn't remember the past clearly, he couldn't forget every word his teacher said to him.

"Only a stupid and vicious coward would keep finding excuses to cover up his crime after making a mistake." The police officer said coldly, and raised his phone with a frown in the next second, "Mr. Wrong, I have recorded it and sent it to the FBI, they are probably on their way to arrest Chairman Syndora now."

Hiroki was taken aback by this change of face, and Detective Kudo, who had long been used to it, turned his attention to the previous sentence instead.

"Brother Yue, you are not collecting some 'Xinyi Quotations' to give to Xiaolan, are you?!" His face was red all the way to the ears, and his blue eyes were shining, "Damn it, I was deceived by you!"

"This is a present." The little devil's parents spread their hands and smiled happily. "Okay, next, I would like to ask Shinichi-kun to take Hiroki-kun to play? I remember that there is a newly opened amusement park in the city center. The electronic ticket will be sent to your mobile phone later. Have fun."

"How can there be such a gift!"

Nayue pretended not to hear, squatted down on Hiroki's thin shoulders, and said in a brisk tone, "Children should be happy, and adults will always help you with other things."

He didn't let out a breath until he watched the two black heads leave the room together.

【Title · Son of Light】

【You are the beacon of everyone, the son of the light that will never fall, and all darkness will have nothing to hide in front of you. (Effect of wearing: 70% affinity bonus to red team members, 30% fear bonus to black team members)]

There is no child who cannot be coaxed by this title. The player who put on the title as soon as he left the hotel in the afternoon thought deeply, if there is one, then change to Hiro's personality.

This is the title he got when his reputation of the red party reached his fame. That month, he usually only used it when talking to victims or subduing (intimidating) prisoners. It was a bit tasteless to him, but it was better than nothing.

That month, he didn't choose to play with them because the mission was not over, and he wasn't going to be a shopkeeper.

As expected, it would be better for him to do the task himself, so Nayue confidently dialed the number of the FBI liaison officer stored in his phone.

"Hello, do you mind coming to pick me up?"

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Solving this "Jack the Ripper imitation case" is indeed simple. The first two cases did not say that there was surveillance evidence repaired by that month, but that one yesterday, that month also pointed out flaws and inadvertently in front of Thomas Syndora. The traces left by the time left him speechless.

"Where's Hiroki, what about Hiroki?" Before he was finally taken away in handcuffs, the gray-haired murderer asked persistently for some unknown reason.

"Hiroki-kun has already graduated from graduate school. I will take him back to Japan to live with his father—and someone who will be willing to accept him and give him a happy childhood." Nayue said coldly, "Are you looking forward to Noah's Ark? Hiroki-kun will not let it appear now."

"Don't you understand? That kind of artificial intelligence is still too early for people like you."

Syndora's face turned pale all of a sudden, and she was taken into the police car without any resistance.

That month refused to leave with the FBI, walked out of the Syndora Group building alone, and stood on the side of the street thinking for a while.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon in Boston, and he squinted and called someone too.

The bell rang for a long time before it was connected, and a gloomy voice came from the opposite side: "If you don't come to me with serious business, I will tell Hagi that you are torturing yourself again."

"Go to bed early and get up early, are you healthy, Mr. Zhen Ping, you haven't woken up yet?" Nayue asked knowingly, and the other party was silent for two seconds, and then she gritted her teeth with an attitude of wanting to beat someone.

"Little bastard, you insist on calling me at five o'clock in the morning on the rest day, and then laughing at me for still sleeping?" Matsuda Jinping said harshly into the microphone with his eyes closed, "When you come back, don't think that I will fight again. I'll believe you forgot the low-level excuse of jet lag."

"It's not that I'm not out of business, I just want to ask Mr. Zhen Ping to pick up the plane at the airport the day after tomorrow afternoon," Nayue said slowly, "Maybe I will bring back a Boston specialty, a genius boy or something."

"Don't say you will call me today when you come back the day after tomorrow," Matsuda paused, "You are no longer satisfied with the country, and went to Boston to abduct and sell children?"

Nazuki hung up the phone and sent a recipe to Hagiwara's mailbox.

Even if he is not in Japan, Matsuda can eat fried green pepper bitter gourd cubes fried with strawberry sauce every day, ha ha.