Red and black camp simulation game

Chi Jiang looked at his teacher quite seriously that month.

"Mr. Dazai, you can't go out like this," he rubbed his chin in thought, "what's missing..."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and he was cooperative: "What?"

"No, this appearance does not match the usual image of the old man and me at all."

Saying that, Nayue seemed to think of something, stepped forward and quickly grabbed the teacher's wrist, pressed it on the wound on her abdomen, wiped the blood on the other's palm at will, and adjusted the expression on her face, trying to imitate He looked like he was about to die when he was a teenager.

Osamu Dazai: ...

"You should really take a photo and show it to Zhongye," he commented, "You are really proficient in this skill."

"Thank you for the compliment?"

"The thickness of the skin has actually increased," Dazai sighed, without hesitation, he raised the hand that was stained with the blood of the disciple, and wiped away the unnecessary tears from the corner of his eyes, "Teacher is so relieved."

Smiling, Nayue grabbed his other hand and pressed it on her wound, and then looked up and down at the teacher's current appearance, and Dazai followed him graciously.

The hem of the sand-colored windbreaker was stained with blood, and the hands that were laid flat under his eyes, if you look carefully, you will find that they are stained after pressing something. On the impeccable handsome face, the iris eyes are shining Light red, at first glance one may think it is the red marks of tears, but it is not difficult for careful people to find that the redness contains the same color as the blood on the hands.

To sum it up, it's like a lunatic that an organization leader should have.

"If you say that, you can add something." Dazai changed his posture to the enthusiastic disciple, and his expression became the same as when he used to intimidate others in the organization. "In this way, it will make more sense." gone?"

"Yes, yes," Nayue hesitated to say, "It's completely copying the character design of Chief Dazai, teacher, this time you are going to play me."

"But you are also acting as me at that time, so it doesn't matter." Dazai asked back, and the final word was finalized, "I don't think there is anything wrong with it. Anyway, your subordinate named Gin doesn't ask too many questions. This state is still Pretty bluffing."

The player who felt connoted gave a perfunctory hum: "You say yes."

He is actually in a good mood now. After meeting the teacher, the feeling of emptiness that accompanied him for the past two months has faded away like a tide. His body, which was deliberately locked in a poor and weak state by the teacher, is slowly returning to its original state. Although according to the unscrupulous teacher, This is when his punishment has expired, and the power is returned to him.

It doesn't matter, anyway, the conclusion is that in that month, it is right to have the physical fitness that no matter what you do in the player period, so he and Osamu Dazai simply discussed playing a 'boss' for the red team. Injure him and try to kill Calua in front of Bourbon's partner' script.

Thanks to the dispelling of the weak buff, even if he didn't use his supernatural ability at this time in that month, the physical quality of the supernatural person alone is enough to keep the wound from getting worse. His self-healing ability is already very strong. Gu Ling and the others came a little later, maybe the knife wound on his leg will start to heal.

Even if there is no 'super regeneration', he has been a medical miracle in the eyes of doctors for seven years, isn't it?

I didn't discuss this script with Gin beforehand, but I felt that that person should be able to understand the situation quickly. After all, Osamu Dazai was right. It's not that he has never used the appearance of a teacher to act and do tasks in the organization before. Qin Jiu recognized this face, so he probably thought it was a substitute he found.

In a sense, it seems to be true.

—

Jiang Gu Ling followed the instructions sent by Gin, bypassed the two corridors, walked down the first floor along the emergency exit, and then entered the correct password outside the door of the suspected warehouse. Slowly open the front.

For such a hole-like facility in the organization, Jiang Guling has long been used to it, and he doesn't bother to complain about anything else. He focuses on what to do when he sees his friends later, and is vigilant about why the BOSS is also by his friend's side.

The current BOSS is even more mysterious than the previous generation. At any rate, the previous generation had contact with their code-named members through a single-sided glass, while the current information seems to have evaporated. It is estimated that the bottom of some foreign strongholds do not even know about the replacement of the BOSS. Woolen cloth.

According to the cautious personality of the other party, this should be a trial. He will most likely not meet that boss face to face. I also know that it is impossible for that boss to reveal his identity to him so easily, right?

As for the content of the test, it is undoubtedly because the brainwashed Kalua has spent the most time with his partner in the organization, except Gin and Belmode, and the boss and A will definitely start looking for him. Answer.

After the elevator arrived at the destination, it made a clear beep, Jiang Guling stepped out of the elevator door, feeling a little heavy.

Aka knows their identities, if the BOSS finds out about this through brainwashing, then his best ending is to be forced to defect and return to the police.

But in that way, they will be farther and farther away from their goal of rescuing their friends.

Such thoughts disappeared temporarily after he cautiously knocked on the door in front of him, only to find that the voice that responded to him did not belong to his friend.

Jiang Guling opened the door in front of him, and the smell of blood came to his nostrils. The first thing he saw was facing the door, and it seemed that the goal was the young man who was waiting for him.

The other party had a pair of iris-colored eyes, which were faintly red under the cold white light, and the sand-colored windbreaker was stained with blood, and the palm extended to him was as if he had just left the scene of a murder, and there was still a lot of blood left. Beads of blood dripped down the snow-white ground along those beautiful hands.

"You're finally here, I thought you couldn't wait to see me, Bourbon," the young man said with a half-smile, with a sense of disobedience lingering in Jiang Guling's mind, "Come here, I have something to show you. "

Searching for information on this face from memory, Jiang Gu Ling remembered the first time he and Kalua met, at the banquet where he killed the former head of the Yuanshan family, Kalua was disguised like this , appeared in front of him.

So, why did my friend change his appearance like this again? Could it be the boss' request?

Jiang Gu Ling's heart softened, he saw the shadow of his friend in that person at that time, and suspected that Kalua deliberately performed to catch other fish, but now that he thinks about it, that person is really——

He subconsciously took a step forward, and when he looked up, the black-haired young man who spoke turned sideways, exposing the scene behind him to him.

Jiang Gu Ling froze in place immediately.

The man sitting on the chair in the center of the pure white room hung his head, his left wrist was handcuffed to the armrest of the chair, his black hair slid down the side of his face, covering most of his face, from his angle he could only see A faint blood red was smeared on that face.

This person was wearing a shirt that he had seen on the mobile phone surveillance not long ago, with a large black windbreaker on his shoulders. It didn't take much effort for Jiang Guling to recognize the owner of the windbreaker as Gin, and the belly of the shirt Stained by a large area of ​​chilling red, although the black fabric on the thigh is not obvious, it can also be seen the mottled dark traces that are different from other places.

"Look up." The young man in the sand-colored windbreaker ordered the person on the chair with a smile.

So Jiang Gu Ling saw a face that appeared in all the beautiful fragments in seven years of memory-belonging to his best friend.

The one who was handcuffed was the words of Chijiang Nayue, then, who is the man with the face that Kalua used?Two names that had never been overlapped by them came to his mind at this moment.

A is the new boss who inherited the organization after the ancestor passed away.Mr. Undercover is well aware of this fact.

At the same time, it is also the darkness itself that regards his friends as belongings.

"This scene is really better than tens of billions of famous paintings." *A, or the gentleman who was supposed to meet him for the first time, looked into his eyes and said slowly, "What do you think, Amuro-kun?"

—

Edogawa Conan looked down at the map navigation, then looked up at the sign on the station sign, and fell silent.

"Mr. Ranpo, are you sure we want to take this bus?" He said weakly.

The young man who sat on the bench and stepped on the light spot on the ground happily hummed, opened the bag of potato chips beside him, and began to gnaw on the snacks happily.

The little detective opened his mouth, and his glasses reflected for a moment, but he still couldn't hold back and said, "But the few buses here are all from Chiba."

Edogawa, who was entertaining himself, paused for a while, then turned his head and looked at the child confidently: "So what, why do I need to know such useless common sense?"

"It's not a matter of common sense, we...we are obviously lost!"

"A famous detective won't get lost," Ranpo justified, and added after thinking for a while, "But why do you think I know Chiba's way? I'm from Yokohama?"

Conan Edogawa was shocked: "Mr. Ranpo, you said you took me to find Brother Nayue!"

Luanbu, who just arrived in this world today, is not guilty: "I do know where that moon sauce is, and it doesn't require me to know the way to the past. It's hard to understand, idiot."

In other words, have they been circling in circles in front of them?

Conan looked at the young man in disbelief, and the image of a reliable detective in his heart was shattered with the sound of potato chips.

Oh, and he bought the potato chips for Mr. Ranpo.

"...Then let's not wander around, go to Brother Matsuda and they will make up." After a long time, the little detective said dejectedly, "But they will definitely not agree to let me, who looks like a primary school student, go to the base."

Ranbu opened his eyes and looked over, remembering what he saw next to Dazai, he patted the child on the shoulder confidently: "Not necessarily, I am a famous detective who can do anything!"

Conan was skeptical. To be honest, the famous detective said the same thing when they started their journey half an hour ago. However, after such a half-hour journey, even he, a primary school student, didn't feel tired. Mr. Ranpo actually asked him to stop Five breaks.

He sort of understood, it turned out that in Miyamoto-sensei's image, the source of the setting of sickness is also Mr. Ranpo who is not physically strong.

"Are you thinking about something rude, Conan," the adult detective who directly called the child's name snorted, "Forget it, the president said that a famous detective won't care about little ghosts."

Conan, who heard the accent on the word 'little ghost', fell silent again, opened the chat interface with Matsuda Jinpei with a stomachache, and sent their locations.

Brother Matsuda, if you don't come here again, his filter on Mr. Ranpo will be broken!