Red and black camp simulation game

If this world is really an RPG game for people to play, the plot that should be there is nothing more than the whole world revolves around the only protagonist, and people other than the protagonist, regardless of life or death, as long as there is a dramatic development or players bet on it With a real emotional plot, they will be able to retire as "supporting actors".

In the past, he was deceived by his teacher and the book for seven years in the past. He always regarded the world as a big game. Not to mention anything else, he was of course very familiar with the "plot" he had glimpsed on the forum. The core part was only one piece. This is the so-called duel between red and black.

Rather than saying that his little detective is the protagonist of the world, it is better to say that his experience is the most suitable to be placed in the center of the crowd, and then let all events develop around him. In the eyes of that month, Kudo Shinichi is not the so-called protagonist, but It is the link that connects all things.

There is no such thing as saying that the world would collapse without someone, but if I had to say it, that month I felt that it was at most because of people's joy and anger, the world consciousness wanted to make this grow on themselves and tried to touch something that shouldn't be done. The organization of things that touch (such as time and other worlds) has been around for a long time.

His little detective has exactly that same desire, has that potential, and most importantly, the shrinking hero has gone through all kinds of dangers to overthrow the devil, and this development has exactly the drama they want to see.

But that month was not happy, he was not happy that the world was always looking for opportunities to squeeze him out like expelling viruses, wasn't it the people from this world who pulled him here in the first place?He also doesn't like his friends being treated as pawns that can be discarded at any time in order to maintain world order.

He was even more displeased that the two young children, Shinichi and Shiho, would be dragged into the dark side of the world, just to allow them to watch a good show while fulfilling their little wish.

That month, Chi Jiang could basically guess the content of the topics discussed by the world consciousness in the post he saw in the hospital a month ago. They said 'give him enough love', but he was inexplicably funny when he saw it.

He's not even of this world, and receives what's called 'love' - if they really want to call that love - to be cared about life and death.

... Then why, his contemporaries who belonged to this world, people who really existed and loved him had to die for the right track of the world?

Thinking of this, the black-haired young man was stunned, and he stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brows after a while.

It seems that the sequelae after memory recovery are not serious, he got into the horns so easily.

In fact, he knew that the pain he and his companions had experienced was not the problem of the conscious bodies, and he would never blame others for what happened to him.

After all, they just lingered on him, an outsider, for too long, and generously put the love of the whole world mentioned in the introduction of [Nobody Died] on him. To be honest, it was a bit like that month. I used to feel like I met my favorite paper man when I was playing games.

He figured it out very quickly that month. After all, before he knew the truth, he himself wanted to abduct all the "NPCs" back home. Isn't it taken for granted that so many people like it, but unfortunately he is not.

Moreover, judging from the various reactions on the forum, the world consciousness seems to be tired of seeing the development of each world in the same way, not to mention that the end of every Chijiang other than him is basically death that month. When I saw such an old-fashioned plot when I was playing the game, I might not be able to resist raising my gun to talk to the planner.

The world wants both stability and stories, it's not that simple.The player cleared his throat, and straightened his neckline and the red scarf on his shoulders in the mirror without any guilt.

But since he is the boss of the black side now, as the demon king who will be killed by the brave in the end, he also has the right to make this story develop in the perfect direction he wants, right?Drama does not mean that many people must die.

He pushed Renye Karasuma's body back to the bedroom through the dark room behind the mirror, threw the old man back on the bed behind the veil in disgust, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover his entire face.

The first step in writing a script is to give a general framework.

When the family doctor who was called came in, he saw a black-haired young man standing blankly beside the bed. When they looked over, they subconsciously turned their heads to hide their red eyes, and their deep voices were full of grief: "Mr. ...leaved, and finally named me to take his place."

Those who have been staying in this place are basically human beings. They have their own eyes and news channels, and they know that Lord Kalua has often been in and out of the manor more than ten years ago.

Although no one knew his code name at that time and no one could see that face, there were never many people who could make the Witch with Thousand Faces treat that gentleman differently, and it was easy to guess who it was.

Moreover, Mr. Gin and Jiu left not long ago, probably that gentleman was called to witness the passing of the throne before his death.

No one would take the risk of being killed to tell such an easily exposed lie, plus the young man showed a legally valid will and the second-in-command Rum's remote connection proof.

However, in just ten minutes, after initially confirming that Renye Karasuma was not poisoned or killed by external forces, several people standing in this room all lowered their heads to the young man in unison.

"BOSS."

Satisfied, Nayue handed over the will documents found in Karasuma Renye's study drawer to the lawyer who belonged to the Karasuma Group and was on call at any time.

If the old man himself knew what he said, he would probably want to cheat his corpse to take revenge. Yes, he made money.

Although the previous BOSS passed away, he, the new BOSS, had to stay and deal with the leftover documents, but that month he didn't bother to help Renye Karasuma with the funeral. He made a phone call and called Rum to top the pot.

In Rum's view, this meant that the current BOSS was finally ready to come to the fore after seven years of acting, and he specially wanted to perform such a scene to make up for the funeral of the previous BOSS who died seven years ago.

As expected of him, Rum followed him.

At this time, Nayue himself was already sitting in the car bound for Cupo. He glanced at his watch, it was exactly five o'clock, half an hour before Matsuda Jinplain's scheduled death time.

That's enough, he learned his [driving] from Hagiwara Kenji.

In the rearview mirror, the young man with black hair and red eyes breathed a sigh of relief, and all the gloom between his eyebrows and eyes disappeared.

Since he was a child, he has never believed in any gods or destiny. He saves his friends by himself, and walks the path he chooses by himself. What's more, he is waiting to see his teacher again to punch him hard.

Cough cough, I concealed my identity before, firstly because I was afraid that the old man would see the clues, and secondly, to cut through the mess quickly, let the people who should grow up stand up and move forward earlier, so as not to make them suffer because of his departure in the end.

But now, Renye Karasuma is gone, and he knows that he has no intention of leaving this world at all... Can he go back to them?

But as long as he thought about his fate after his identity was exposed, that month stopped thinking about it.

Let nature take its course, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of the identity script he wrote for himself for so long?He was worried that his friend would be involved in the open and covert struggle between himself and the so-called world, definitely not for other reasons.

Absolutely not, he is the fourth natural disaster, he is not afraid of the sky, he is not afraid of the earth, he is afraid of a group of gorillas, right?

The most important thing is that after his identity is exposed, he will definitely be looked at, so how can he continue to plan, he can't just tear up the script he just wrote and have a showdown with the red side: Unexpectedly, I have already become a BOSS!

Absolutely will be beaten.That month sure.

When the white Mazda was parked outside the Kubato shopping plaza, less than 10 minutes had passed, and Mr. Miyamoto, who had changed into the clothes that Rum brought before leaving the manor, and made a slight disguise, was not worried about those who cared. After chasing the license plate to find out his information, he opened the door and went straight to the only destination of his trip - the Ferris wheel surrounded by the staff.

So when Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji rushed over, they heard the staff under the Ferris wheel gathered together in horror, pointing their heads up at the still rotating mechanical facilities and not knowing what to say.

The two police officers frowned, and without waiting for them to step forward to inquire, the staff member who saw the police came hurried over. The person in charge of communicating with the police said anxiously and with a headache: "A young man ran away just now. I went to seat No. 72, and I don't know how he bypassed our sight..."

Matsuda squinted his eyes to see the slowly turning machine, and asked abruptly, "What does that young man you're talking about look like?"

Kenji Hagiwara, who had been silent all the way, paused, and shifted his gaze over.

"What does it look like...?" The person in charge was stunned for two seconds, trying to recall, "I remember it was black hair, and my eyes were blocked by the lens so I couldn't see it... He was quite tall, and his voice seemed familiar..."

"Is the sound similar to this?" Hagiwara pointed to the TV in the nearby store that was still playing a short safety promotional video. The sound coming out of it made the person in charge nod repeatedly, and then he himself was stunned.

The two policemen had already walked towards the Ferris wheel, and the person in charge was still standing there, thinking, that short video seemed to be taken by that police officer.

A certain player who sneaked onto the Ferris wheel was leisurely leaning on the back of the chair, and the purpose of his trip was placed on the seat opposite, which was the time bomb. He had just taken out his mobile phone from his pocket and received a call. After a phone call, the contact person's note was the unremarkable four words 'Officer Matsuda'.

"Hi," he answered the phone with a brisk tone, "Officer Matsuda came earlier than I expected."

"Miyamoto Akatsuki," Matsuda Jinhei held the phone, fixed his eyes on the seat that was about to rise to the highest point, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Nayue straightened his arms to keep the phone away from his mouth and sighed inaudibly. He tried very hard not to blurt out any ridicule, after all, the guy opposite was not bombed this time.

After calming down, he simply opened the public release and put it on the seat casually. Instead, he moved to the opposite end where the bomb was placed. A slight change.

The policemen who arrived one after another and the reporters who came after hearing the sound all watched the movement on the Ferris wheel intently. At this moment, they saw a vague figure who seemed to stand up and take a few steps. They didn't even dare to blink their eyes. For fear of missing something, the cameras are also working faithfully.

"I know, I stopped you from coming to die." The young man's voice was a little distorted, but the indifference was conveyed completely, making the faces of the two people who were listening turn black.

Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji still couldn't believe that Miyamoto Akatsuki would be his younger brother at the same time, but the final results of the DNA test given by Mofu Jingguang are still hidden in their cabinets. Believe it or not possible.

And following this label, the words and actions of the other party seem to be understandable.

Even after beating Matsuda to death, he never imagined that he would almost send him to his death before he formally met with that guy's younger brother to introduce himself. Unlike the police officer, although Akatsuki Miyamoto is indeed a very good detective, But at present, he is just an ordinary teacher, how could he defuse bombs?

"Don't rush to get angry, I'm not that great, one life for one life or something," Miyamoto-sensei muttered nonchalantly, "I mean, I know where the prisoner is, and..."

"How can you be sure that the other party really only planted a bomb? Hurry up and let Police Officer Hagiwara go to Mihua Central Hospital to dismantle the bomb."

The two people below were shocked. If it was someone else who said this, they might have to ask a few more questions, but the person who spoke was Akira Miyamoto, who was so arrogant that he claimed to be the world's number one detective—in fact, from the other party's ability Judging from it, it seems that he is worthy of this kind of self-confidence—— the guy, let alone other things, neither of the two people who have been in contact with each other thinks that Miyamoto Akatsuki would joke about this kind of thing.

Matsuda gestured to Yoshinran, and Hagiwara, who understood the success, nodded, walked to Mekushisan not far away and said something in a low voice.

"Then it shouldn't be you on top. The prisoner is coming for me. Now that you have reasoned to this point, have you ever thought about what if the other party sees you on the top and detonates two bombs directly?" What to do?" Matsuda took off his sunglasses, and his voice was very serious.

Nayue raised her eyebrows, and purposely elongated her voice to play tricks: "I don't care, everyone is here, how can a detective have any reason to run away?"

Answering questions with questions, this level of willfulness is really worthy of being the little devil's younger brother.Matsuda Zhenping was so angry that his teeth itched.

At this moment, there was a deafening explosion from the control room of the Ferris wheel, and then the whole Ferris wheel stopped in midair, and the No. 72 seat that everyone was paying attention to just happened to rise to the top.

"Oh, it's so slow." There was a muffled complaint from the other side of the call, followed by the man's words, which Matsuda heard clearly this time, "So, I don't intend to die in the Above, the prisoner's address was sent to Seijuro when he came here, and it is estimated that the guards of Akashi's house have already tied him up and carried him back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Somewhat aware that the other side was doing it on purpose, Matsuda Jinhei pressed his temple and began to recall where he had offended the detective.

The black-haired police officer clicked his tongue, and simply turned on the camera for the call, and then turned on the function after a few seconds. Matsuda immediately saw the black 'box' that the camera was facing, and accurately judged that it was the target of their trip. .

"I'll instruct you to remove this one first," Matsuda Jinping said calmly, "I'll settle the account with you for obstructing official business after I get down."

I didn't let the camera capture my face that month, but I still couldn't help curling my lips when I heard this, and said casually: "Then please start, Matsuda-sensei."

It's true that players can defuse bombs, but Miyamoto-sensei shouldn't be able to do this. While Matsuda is teaching remotely, he is also thinking about how to explain it later.

Originally, after getting the location of the prisoner and the spare detonator, he could successfully rescue Matsuda Jinpei that month without coming over by himself. In fact, he originally thought so.

Then he remembered one thing, he seemed to be sneaking out of the hospital, and Ishikawa Woodpecker, who was sent to pretend to be himself in the last week, was sent to perfunctory gin this week, so theoretically speaking, 'Miyamoto Akatsuki' is still in the state of running away from the hospital.

Countless lies are needed to cover one lie, and it is true.After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to do what he is doing now, and by the way, he gave Akashi Seishomi the location of the prisoner, and asked him to help send him to the Metropolitan Police Department.

That month, I only paid a little attention to the movements of my hands, and I was still thinking that the police asked me, so I said that I accidentally bumped into the prisoner who had planted the bomb in the hospital and found out what the other person was doing, so I asked the police first. Come here one step at a time.

As for why he didn't tell the police, that was the detective's weird temper, and he was happy.

In this way, Mr. Miyamoto's excuse for leaving the hospital can be justified, and it can also easily add bricks and tiles to the stability of the vest, killing two birds with one stone.

Nayue took a deep breath, followed Matsuda's instructions steadily and cut off the last thread, successfully stopping the bomb's countdown at the number 04:37.

After receiving the news that the bomb was successfully dismantled, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their brows were filled with joy, and even Matsuda loosened his frown, and casually said to the other side of the phone, "I'll go up with the rescue team to pick you up?"

There was a suspicious silence on the other side of the phone, and then the video was hung up, and Matsuda clearly heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met the great detective in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"You..." Matsuda Zhenping endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, "You are obviously afraid of heights, but you still dare to rush to the front? Who gave you the courage, big detective?"

No one answered him on the other side of the phone, Matsuda ground his molars, put his phone in his hands and walked towards the rescue team.

That month on the Ferris wheel heard his words clearly, and he didn't say a word and went back just because he didn't want to expose his weakness again.

Anyone who sees him leaning against the iron door of the seat and sweating profusely can't imagine that he was the one who safely dismantled the bomb just now. Nayue panted with her head up, and pressed her throbbing chest hard. , gritted his teeth.

Help, he will really become more and more addicted to this pain.The player thinks that although the difference from the 100% pain of that time is still a bit big, it is better than nothing. A life without pain is really too boring, and he really needs something to entertain himself.

There was a sound from outside the iron door leaning against behind him, probably guessing who was coming, Nayue reluctantly shrank her head down again, trying to keep leaning at an angle where his face could not be seen from the outside.

"Officer Matsuda?" He yelled nonchalantly, "Why don't you get closer... Forget it, don't come here, give me a while."

The people outside didn't say anything, they just knocked on the iron door twice with their fingers and gave a response.

"I'm quite a face-saving person," Chi Jiang gasped again that month, and the intermittent laughter came into Matsuda Jinping's ears along with the words, "If you get closer, maybe I will have to avoid it all the time. you left."

Matsuda Jinpei was standing on the platform of the ladder, biting his white MINISEVEN, and did not light it up. The rescuers were standing a few steps away after his request, leaving room for the two of them to talk.

Hearing this, Matsuda sighed, without any change in expression, and said indifferently: "Then you can hide."

"Where are you hiding, are you afraid that I won't find it?" The curly-haired police officer snorted, "I'm going to save face and suffer, kid, you should learn to rely on others anyway."

Chi Jiang closed his eyes that month, only one sentence in his mind.

Matsuda Jinpei actually called himself 'little devil', he was dead!