【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

After sending the two junior high school students back safely and successfully harvesting a large wave of emotional points, Ruo Muliang returned to his safe house with an expressionless face.

Then he opened the panel in his mind.

really. He knew that the journey was uneventful without any accidents, which was the biggest surprise.

The row of attributes with a lucky value of -80 temporarily turns gray, followed by a row of countdown that keeps jumping.

00:16:32

Counting the time spent in the hospital and on the road, was the bad luck temporarily sealed for 3 hours?

The skill duration of "Assimilation" is exactly three hours. Although Experiment No. 1 could not support the full skill duration today, he happily received a box lunch to finish it.

However, it seems that the feedback he received was not lacking.

In other words, just like the skill description, this encourages him to make others as unfortunate as himself.

No, we cannot jump to conclusions.

The effect of skills may be different when used on ordinary NPCs and when used on named main characters, and the degree of unluckiness of the victim may also be different. Putian Gengping's death gave him three hours of buffer time. Wouldn't it be different if it wasn't life-threatening, but just an injury?

Or, if the nature of the objects used is different, will the effects be different?

More experiments are still needed.

In this way, perhaps in the future there will be many cases that appear to be murders but are actually accidents and make detectives bald.

Sorry, drum washing machine (stick reading)

But for now, this skill has great potential and can be maximized first.

With 15 minutes left in the countdown, Ruo Muliang rushed up to the second floor without saying a word, and took the first safe hot bath in Ke Xue's world without being stabbed in the back by bad luck.

I was almost moved to tears.

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Cupido Town

A pure black Porsche 356A was parked on the side of the road. Even inside the car, the man wearing a top hat looked at the photo on the file with a gloomy expression.

Outside the car window, a young man wearing headphones passed by and took a curious look at the classic car that had long been discontinued.

Gin's expression remained unchanged, and he put his left hand on the Beretta on his waist.

The car door was opened, and a big man wearing sunglasses entered the car carrying lunch boxes and drinks purchased from a convenience store. Seeing Gin touching the gun with murderous intent, his whole body froze for a second.

Vodka followed Gin's gaze and looked out the car window, only to see the back of a young man disappearing around the corner of the street.

“Brother’s car is so handsome, it’s normal for passers-by to take a second look at it.”

Gin put down the gun and took out the lunch box from the plastic bag Vodka was carrying. His cold voice almost made ice particles fall in the small space of the car.

"What about the target?"

"already dead."

"Or was it an accident?"

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, the case should be closed accidentally."

"How many is this?"

"Brother, this is the third one."

Vodka took out a photo from his suit pocket and handed it to Gin.

"This is a photo of the scene."

The man in the photo was holding his collar, his face was purple, and he looked like he had died of suffocation. But the expression on his face seemed to be in bliss.

"At first I thought it was an accident, but then I thought the drugs scattered on his desk seemed a bit strange, and sure enough, I found the mark."

Vodka took out the second photo. On the table, there were several messy scratches on the side of the opened drugs, some of which were vaguely connected end to end.

Looks like a twisted M.

Gin snorted: "Bad taste."

After finishing the lunch in a few mouthfuls, Gin turned over the few information pages left in his hand and said, "The afternoon's task has been temporarily postponed."

Didn't you say yesterday that the situation was quite urgent and that the person needed to be dealt with as soon as possible?

However, as a qualified younger brother and driver, Vodka knows not to question the leader easily, which is a rule of survival in the workplace. Especially his immediate boss who knows how many people he can shoot and kill in a year.

"Okay brother!" Vodka stepped on the accelerator, turned around and drove to the nearest safe house.

"Assemble all the peripheral members in Tokyo, I want to find this M."

"yes, Sir!"

Three times, three times, this M preemptively eliminated the target that needed to be cleared.

The first target is a criminal policeman. A traitor in the organization wants to be a tainted witness and seeks asylum from the Japanese public security. Rum bribed the criminal policeman and killed the rat that surrendered to the enemy before the police took over, and then Gin's action team silenced him.

As a result, when the vodka and peanuts were delivered to the door, the man had been lying dead on the carpet of his home for at least three hours. Judging from the scene, he should have died by "accidental fall from the stairs."

The second target was a photographer who accidentally filmed a scene of the organization's transactions with others, and used it to extort peripheral members who were performing tasks without overestimating their capabilities. Therefore, Gin made a note of it in his notebook.

By the way, Gin's original plan was to use some explosives to physically save the person and his house after the sudden attack.

As a result, before the vodka could be loaded with explosives, the photographer died in a fire in his sleep. The fire started in his own kitchen. Both people and films were burned to ashes in a fire.

The third target was a drug dealer who had sold drugs to peripheral members of the organization and was therefore on the hunting list. Yes, the winery is drug-free. After all, there are only a few capable cadres, and most of the other members have small brains. If they are poisoned by drugs, they may collectively degenerate into paramecium.

It turned out that the target died of a drug overdose in the bedroom of his own home, with the bedroom door even locked.

Coupled with the latest one, these three cases will undoubtedly end in an "accidental" manner.

But these cannot be accidents.

Gin dug out some photos tucked into his notebook.

On the first one, a corner of the pure white carpet was lifted. The blood of the deceased soaked into the carpet, forming a vague M shape on the pure wooden floor.

In the second picture, the dial of the golden watch on the wrist of the charred corpse has large and small gaps cracked in the mirror, and the thickest ones are entangled together.

The third one, the one Vodka handed over just now, has staggered scratches on the tabletop.

Without exception, a distorted M is left on these three photos.

This cannot be a coincidence.

The phone rang, and Gin instinctively frowned when he saw the number displayed on the phone. For a second, he wanted to just press the call.

"what's up?"

"I heard that the person in charge of our action team made three mistakes."

The temperature in the car dropped again, and Vodka, who was driving, secretly complained in his heart.

Brother! If you turn on the air conditioner again, I will catch a cold tomorrow morning. QAQ, if you turn on the air conditioner now, will I be shot to death by my big brother?

"Are you very free, Belmode?"

The beautiful woman on the other end of the phone was leaning on the railing of the balcony, curling up her hair in boredom.

"I'm a little idle. Recently, a child abductor appeared in the United States, and more than ten children disappeared in a row. The hyenas of the FBI chasing me were lured away a lot."

"Since you are so free, let your hacker find out who this M is."

"This is what I want to talk to you about. The information has been sent to Vodka's mailbox. Please take a look."

Gin frowned and turned his head to clamp the mobile phone. He took out his laptop, which was not light at all, from the back seat and opened his mailbox.

Inside is an older photo. The woman in the photo is lying on the road with a lot of blood underneath her body. The female body seemed to have been dragged and moved, and the blood trailed a long track on the ground.

The familiar M shape.

Gin looked at the black and white photos on his laptop and asked in a deep voice, "Is this M yours?"

"Is it almost exactly the same? I was shocked when I saw Vodka's action report. Although I'm not 100% sure that this M is the poor little boy I rescued, he is also a talented boy in his own right. You can see him There’s no harm in seeing it.”

"name."

"Let me think about it, it seems to be called... Ruo Muliang."

Today’s gin