Red and black camp simulation game

Time seemed to slow down infinitely in this carriage. Even after the strange opening remarks ended and the surroundings returned to silence, the two people in completely different positions did not stop looking at each other.

Edogawa Conan's round blue eyes revealed complex emotions, as if he only realized after this moment that two months had changed their relationship drastically.

He was afraid and resisted this change from the bottom of his heart, but even so, Nayue still didn't see a trace of regret or flinch in the child's eyes.

Isn't this growing up very hard, Shinichi-kun?The taller and taller youth thought so from the bottom of his heart.

For the little detective, they have changed from idols and fans to criminals and detectives, and from unique teachers and students to unforgivable enemies-Na Yue has always been self-aware, even if the little detective doesn't want to think He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Whether Mr. Ling or Mr. Jing, they are undercover agents, blood is a last resort, but he is not, even if there are thousands of reasons that Yue can use to justify himself, he will not do so.

He clearly knew how dirty his hands, which still looked weak and pale, were.

However, under such circumstances, the little detective would still come to see him without hesitation (although he was sure that the boy would definitely come).

To be honest, I was very happy that month, because he knew that Conan didn't come to bully him single-handedly without preparation. After all, he was his disciple, and he taught him patiently for seven years. How could he be worse than others? ?

To put it another way, being able to grow up in Tokyo, which is relatively peaceful compared to Yokohama, has become what it is now, and the satisfaction of the little detective in Na Yue's heart is simply not too overflowing.

As long as the "protagonist" that this world values ​​is replaced by another person, the players will not be so dedicated to writing a perfect script for the reunion of the two of them. Not his students.

That month's meeting was designed to attract Edogawa Conan to meet with himself alone, of course there was another purpose.

The cross-legged young man took the lead to look away, but he was not guilty or defeated. In his vision, there was an extremely ominous line of blood characters floating in the air.

【The world is watching you, currently ■■■: 50%】

Occasionally in the past, I would complain to myself that the Klein Pot is a supernatural ability of a pit master. It is so powerful that it has no limits but it is difficult to control. No matter how difficult it is to control, it will not be a shortcoming for that month.

Even though he says he dislikes it, he still trusts his abilities. After all, Klein Pot has always been helping him conscientiously. After being transformed by the teacher and the book, not to mention the strength, his awareness of the crisis is getting stronger and stronger.

Just like now.

The book is a rule-type prop, and the Klein pot that has been 'upgraded' by it will not be any worse, but even so, there will be garbled characters that he can't see, which proves that there is a higher level than the book. presence intervened.

Who else could it be except the world itself, which is under his feet trying to bring the development of the world back on track and expel him as an outsider?

This label appeared after leaving the airship. So far, Nayue has tried to guess what the three covered characters would be in the past week, but even before he got on the car, he found nothing, so he could only temporarily fix the range at On Conan.

The reason why he has been avoiding those two children is, on the one hand, for the smooth implementation of today's plan, and on the other hand, it is simply to prevent himself from feeling unnecessary guilt when he sees the little detective.

"I'm very glad to hear you say that," that month looked down at the little boy at the entrance of the carriage, the corners of his lips raised easily, as if this was an ordinary reasoning test like before, "You have changed You've made a very good detective, my dear little Holmes."

Conan put his pockets in his pockets, and after looking away that month, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and he hummed calmly when he heard the words.

During the 3 minutes on the road when he came here, he thought about how he would react when he saw Chi Jiang that month. It was nothing more than anger, confusion or sadness, but in the end he actually looked at those long-lost water-red eyes and quickly looked at him. After calming down, the brain that was spinning at such a high speed that it was faintly on fire temporarily stopped working.

Conan took a deep breath, and instead of 'reminiscing about the past' with the other party like he did that month, he changed the subject and asked straightforwardly what he cares most about at the moment.

"Brother Nayue," Nayue seemed to see the fiery detective boy through those sapphire-like eyes, and couldn't help being in a daze for a moment, "Will you come back?"

He knew that Conan would definitely ask this question, and because he knew the child well, he also knew that even though they both had the answer to this question, Conan would still ask him with a bit of stubbornness.

go back?Where could he go back, little detective.That month I wanted to ask a question like this, but fortunately he held back, and instead laughed in a low voice.

...Combined with this dim scene, he really looks like a perverted murderer.

"Didn't you see, Shinichi-kun," the player said with a sigh, the corners of his mouth didn't let go, "I'm the one who killed Ritsu, and it's just like what you think, I'm working for the organization now."

"Do you want to guess how many people I killed?"

Conan Edogawa became angry visibly, but Nayue knew that the other party's emotions were not aimed at him and his words.

His little detective is a dazzling and pure person, and Nayue knows very well that even if such a child cares about murder and crime, he will first start thinking from another direction in this kind of matter.

"That organization...how could it be like this..." The black-haired, blue-eyed little boy gritted his teeth, his pupils burning with anger, "I will never forgive this kind of thing, how could they do this!"

——The first thing that such a pure little detective can think of is what kind of pain the person he cares about has suffered in the process.

What Yue couldn't resist the most was this kind of intense concern. He couldn't help stretching out his hand to press his chest, the heart was beating like crazy, but he still looked like he had nothing to do with him on the surface.

He has always known that his friends and teachers are very concerned about the fact that he is controlled by the organization, but he has always been very cautious in this regard (he kindly didn't say he was timid), his own teacher aside, what about Jiang Gu Lingwu Said that they were adults when they met him, and no matter how close they were, it was impossible to express such emotions casually.

Therefore, that month was the most indulgent for children who could express all their emotions without hesitation, but not now, this scene has to go on.

【Current ■■■: 55%】

The progress bar jumped forward a little under his nose, and that month almost laughed out loud, thanks to the little detective who knew nothing about it on the train but cooperated with it. Unlike the mindless test this week, he Now we have discovered what this progress bar represents.

Although he would be very upset to bring this child into this, but after thinking about it, the little detective has indeed grown up, and he can't always treat him as a child.

His next plan is to treat it as a final exam for the famous detective Kudo Shinichi, which is not bad.

Conan didn't remember what he wanted to ask at the beginning, he just remembered that the only purpose deep in his heart was to bring back his Brother Nayue and snatch it back from the organization.

How can they do this?How can I say "my lover is this city" from the bottom of my heart, compress my rest time for seven years to about three hours a day, just to free up energy to deal with the case desperately, even criminals can Brother Nayue, who sacrificed his life to save him, forcibly became like this!

As much as the little detective trusted the police officers in the past, he was so angry now, because he really didn't believe that without external force, Chi Jiang would casually fall into the darkness that month, and would turn his guns on the people he had protected in the past.

But if you think so, what exactly did brother Yue go through in the organization?He could hardly imagine it.

The young man who had always been sitting on a high place landed on the ground briskly without making any unnecessary noise. The suit jacket draped over his shoulders was blown up for a short time. The police officer who had never been sick and was alive and kicking with multiple injuries was quite different.

"I still don't understand some things," the eager detective clenched his fists under strong pressure, speaking twice as fast as before, "The remaining eight white roses are [make up], the robin is Brother Fujiwara, and the sparrow is It refers to yourself..."

He also explained the interpretation of the letter, and then looked up at the familiar face with hot eyes: "Why did you choose to die again? Why did you do this? Why did you lead me to find you in the end, that month?" elder brother?"

In the nursery rhyme, the sparrow who killed the robin was finally tried by the bird court. , isn't the 'policeman' who will be shot to death the sparrow and Nayue himself?

Indeed, that month was originally planned to end with a death at the end of the train journey. For him, it was just a matter of opening his eyes and closing his eyes. external settings.

The little detective's reasoning was correct, the only difference was that he lost the bet to Belmode that month.

He had promised Teacher Sharon not to die casually, then he would not break his promise, besides, they might ride this train together next year—if he still has next year, let's talk.

So Conan heard words that almost made his reason evaporate.

"Everything is for that gentleman, and that gentleman's ideal," the black-haired, red-eyed young man casually threw away his sunglasses, lowered his head and said softly, "Xinyi-kun, I was born for this."