Red and black camp simulation game

sudden death?If the former adjutant of his family continued to work so hard, he might really die suddenly, but it won't be this time.

Ritsu Fujiwara didn't know how his young former boss slandered him. Even if he knew, he wouldn't feel guilty at all. He was just a little busy during this period, so he didn't sleep more than eight hours in a row for a few days. In the past month, Chi Jiang was caught by him several times and stayed up all night for three days and three nights.

In fact, he was still immersed in the shock of the sudden appearance of his former boss who died in the line of duty and made strange demands. Even though the sound of the trigger being pulled clearly reached his ears, Fujiwara Ritsu failed to react in time.

He followed Chi Jiang for six years. For the 29-year-old Fujiwara police officer, this is almost one-fifth of his life. Before that, he spent six years getting used to everything about this officer. Now you want him to forget about the officer in two months?How can it be.

It was the sense of familiarity that was almost carved into the bones that made Ritsu Fujiwara not immediately vigilant after hearing what the other party said clearly. He thought from the bottom of his heart that Mr. Chi Jiang, the police officer he had followed for six years, would not really What he did to him was trust and confidence in his weight.

The former adjutant is now very sure that the person standing in front of him must be a police officer, regardless of his appearance and voice, it is only because Ritsu Fujiwara even subconsciously recognized his identity when he didn't deliberately pretend to hide that month, not to mention that he had already Faintly noticed.

"It's boring, isn't there no sense of surprise left in this way?" Not seeing the expression of fear on the other party's face, Nayue curled her lips, and let go of the arm around Fujiwara Ritsu's shoulder, revealing the gun held in her left hand ', "Your expression is like saying that I bully you, Fujiwara-kun, always keep calm."

Ritsu Fujiwara withdrew from the sadness, and twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly: "How can anyone maintain a normal heart at this time!"

He also lowered his voice sensibly, and for some reason, his eyes drifted to the items in Nayue's hand who had already stepped into the box.

It was a bouquet of white roses that 'opened' from the black muzzle of the gun. Even if it was hidden in the gun by unknown means, the bouquet of flowers was still intact. Show up at this place.

"I got it from a magic kid before I got in the car." Noticing Fujiwara's eyes, Nayue pulled out the small bunch of flowers as if nothing had happened, and pulled out one from the middle, "Here, reunion ceremony."

"...Are you serious?"

Ritsu Fujiwara didn't want to cut to the chase so quickly and asked the police officer where he was for the past two months. Was death also a planned drama?He wanted to run away for a while longer, to pretend there wasn't a blank two months between them.

Then, he told the other party in person that he had done it, and he didn't follow anyone else, but he could also be on his own and become the 'officer' of others.

The idea is wonderful, but it's a pity that Yue didn't intend to give him that chance.

"How could it be serious? Do I look like such a stingy person?" The black-haired and red-eyed police officer said slowly, contrary to his words, he was so fast that Fujiwara couldn't react in the blink of an eye, " Let’s save the reunion gift for the next time, I didn’t bring the gift I prepared for you with you.”

Varied……!

Ritsu Fujiwara was suddenly stuffed with a pill into his mouth, and before his expression could switch to surprise, his eyes were quickly plunged into darkness. At the end of his memory, there was only the hand of his former boss and the snow-white rose on it.

By the way, how many flowers are there?He was thinking vaguely, he seemed to remember the flower language of the eight white roses.

【deep apology and make up】

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The month when Ritsu Fujiwara was brought down with an injection, he really felt a little guilty. He didn't expect this guy to be so defenseless. He thought it would take a fight between them to inject the drug to the other side, but he succeeded immediately. up.

He stared at the useless injection lying on the palm of his hand, then at Ritsu Fujiwara who was placed on the sofa by him, and fell into contemplation of whether he should take another injection.

In fact, the original plan was to take advantage of Ritsu Fujiwara's unpreparedness to knock this guy out and give him another injection. The pill was a backup option, who knows, ahem.

For the sake of the adjutant himself—Na Yue was sure that if he got an injection, he might bruise Fujiwara Ritsu's skin—the injection was not dropped in the end.

Whether it is a pill or an injection, the ingredients in it were not well understood that month, but his supernatural powers are extremely considerate in these aspects, and he diligently pasted the four characters [Fake Death Potion] on the medicine he got from the research team. .

Good thing, I don't know how it works, so let's use it first.Think that month.Anyway, the research team said that the effect would last for three hours, and when the three hours passed, they found something was wrong as he expected, and he would have run away long ago.

The player quickly set up the scene, and Shi Shiran took out a bag of plasma that he had prepared earlier, and poured a puddle on the back of the young man who was affected by the drug and fell into a state of suspended animation, and finally put down the white flower that he picked out alone at first Roses on top.

Before closing the door, he glanced at the unconscious former subordinate with his back to the door, apologized to the other party insincerely, then put the bouquet in room B next door where Lan and Yuanzi were, turned around and walked from the other side. A corridor left.

This scene was not for them to watch. Since boarding the train, the only audience Chi Jiang had to deal with that month was [World], and the little detective was another actor on the same stage as him.

But to be honest, if you want to deceive the whole world, what you have to do is really the best.

He knew that even if he told Conan his script directly without saying anything, the child would still follow through without any complaints or questions, but that was really acting, not to mention how bad Conan's acting skills were, even if his acting skills No matter how good it was, that month didn't want that child to accompany him to do such crazy things.

See, it's the eyes of the world that he's trying to deceive.

That month, he made preparations for Akira Miyamoto to leave the stage, not only because his identity was discovered, but also because he had a very clear premonition in his heart and told himself that whether it was the teacher's plan or the tasks he had to do, they were all about to be completed. last step.

A qualified hunter knows that it is time for him to draw the net.

[To: Teacher Sharon

The death knell has sounded for the robin. ]

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For detectives, there is no perfect crime in the world, and all actions will leave traces, but the difference lies in whether they will be discovered.

Nayue knew this very well, so every step of his actions had to be reasoned before he could actually implement it. He knew the little detective just as the little detective knew him. In this case, how to bypass the dead corner of the child's thinking, It was not difficult for that month to hide the 'criminal clues' almost perfectly.

Of course, what that month wanted was to act half-truths, not to really create a problem that the little detective couldn't solve, so he still left a few hidden loopholes, plus those blatantly displayed clue……

The only thing that could prevent Edogawa Conan from inferring the real culprit might be the child's heart—after all, the only criminal on this train was his closest teacher.

The information about the prisoner that Ritsu Fujiwara and Rei Furutani tracked down was actually the fake news that leaked out that month, so he wouldn't let that kind of bad guy invade his Tokyo again and again, don't even think about it.

"I heard that you can make your own drinks in the dining car," the young man standing tall and straight by the bar was wearing a docile dark blue suit, with a pair of expensive sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked at the bartender with interest and asked. "Can I try it too?"

This is Dining Car B in Car No. [-]. Mori Kogoro, who was sitting by the window enjoying delicious food and wine, immediately looked up at the back of the figure when he heard the movement. After realizing that the person who came was probably just a young man, he became interested again. He turned his head back blankly.

Unceremoniously borrowing the teacher's voice, Nayue pretended not to notice the gaze sweeping past her back, and after getting the bartender's gracious consent, she continued to put on that bohemian look, and stood behind the bar with a smile.

His movements are very smooth, and he looks like a veteran who has practiced a lot. The yellow-haired bartender on the side praised him sincerely or flatteringly. Since there were other customers ordering, the bartender also turned around and continued on the other side. work.

Nayue, who had no camouflage except for the sunglasses, just pulled into an empty box halfway and changed clothes, stood in the original position - and there was a drink forgotten by the bartender.

The black-haired young man was holding the sleeves of his suit, and he seemed to reach out to grab a glass of wine, but when his hand passed over the finished glass, thanks to the cover of the bar, no one saw something falling into the glass lightly. middle.

"Ah, I actually forgot," the extremely busy bartender slapped his head, remembering that there was another glass left behind, and hurried over to pick it up, "Sorry, sorry, please continue!"

He handed the drink to the waiter, and it ended up in front of the man in the west corner who also happened to be wearing a dark blue suit.

The black-haired young man standing behind the bar didn't look at him at all. He stretched out his hand to straighten the long hair at the back of his head, and suddenly turned to the idle bartender with an apologetic face: "Can you please help me?" Shake it up? I'm going to answer the phone."

The yellow-haired bartender took over the work in his hands and readily agreed.

Na Yue briskly left the dining car for a while, of course he didn't come out to answer the phone, he turned around and turned directly into the bathroom next to the car.

Standing in the empty bathroom, the first thing that Yue did when he closed the door behind his back was to turn over the collar of his shirt and take out the already empty small paper bag that was hidden there by chance.

Although doing so is not very friendly to that passenger, that month will only apologize insincerely in my heart, hoping that the other party can sleep well.

His actions had been prepared long ago, and naturally he would not be dressed exactly like that person, the purpose was just to confuse other people in the dining car, and transfer their impressions of the blue-clothed passengers who were always sitting here to himself. body.

That's why that month deliberately chose a good angle to block the passenger's drink, and while the bartender was busy, he casually added sleeping pill powder into it.

The passenger was neatly dressed and well-groomed, with thick black hair, no trace of a wedding ring on his hand, and no necklace-like thing around his neck, so it could not be the appearance that his wife took care of for him.

As for the girlfriend, I can only say that it is unlikely that a man who is 40 years old will have an unmarried girlfriend. In addition, I checked his information in advance that month and confirmed that he was just an ordinary university professor.

How could a respectable professor who took care of himself well even though he was single allow himself to nap in the dining car when he would undoubtedly choose to leave in the end.

When the master, who is skilled at bartending, came back, the bartender had already poured the finished cocktail into the glass for him. The sound of ice cubes colliding followed the young man's smiling thank you. The yellow-haired bartender was happy to relax Then chat with such a stylish guest.

"May I know the name of your cup?" He still couldn't help asking curiously.

The pair of red eyes covered by the sunglasses glanced at him with a half-smile, and the owner of the eyes held up the glass of beautifully colored drink, and replied with a raised tone, with a peculiar rhythm: "The Bruce Wayne, use my favorite bourbon Whiskey mixed."