Red and black camp simulation game

As soon as the sky became a little dark, the lights of the snack street under the mountain of the shrine flickered on, and the warm orange light extended from the street to the torii gate at the foot of the mountain, and then disappeared under the layers of trees.

The festive atmosphere of the festival is also mainly reflected in the crowded crowd. Standing at the intersection and looking around, everyone has relaxed smiles on their faces. I can't help but want to raise the corners of my mouth together.

"It's really lively." Mao Lilan subconsciously sighed as she pinned her falling hair behind her ears.

"The daytime parade is a carnival for adults. Children who are still ignorant of the gods will only look forward to the night market after the parade. For them, eating, drinking and having fun is the most important meaning of this festival." The brown-haired elementary school student looked Faintly, said in a mature tone while carrying the handbag.

Everyone else looked over, their surprised eyes gathered on her, Nayue couldn't hold back a laugh, Conan also showed a speechless expression, and whispered to remind her: "Please Hui Yuan, you are a child now... "

Hui Yuanai glanced at him, and suddenly opened a smiling face and drew a big circle with his arms. His ice blue eyes sparkled and looked at the police officer who was still smiling: "Brother Yue told me these things, but to him For me, going to the festival with Brother Nayue is the best!"

other people:……

Matsuda Jinpei had a weird expression: "Aka, do you know how many years you will be sentenced for abducting a child?"

Chijiang smiled and stepped on his other foot that month.

What are you looking at, and Jia Zhibao is not allowed to play a little bit of a temper?Besides, Mr. Dazai also said that Mr. Mori used to play dress-up games with Miss Alice in the form of a young girl every day. There is nothing wrong with him buying beautiful yukatas for children.

A group of people went back to the doctor's house before coming here. They put all the bathrobes there when they went out, and Xiao Ai, who had only been here for a few months, did not have such clothes, and she refused them coldly. Accepting Xiaolan's suggestion to lend her a set, she prepared to go to the festival in ordinary clothes.

Then in that month, I dug out a brand new and beautiful white bathrobe from the cabinet, with a fiery red bird of paradise painted on it. The children and Hagiwara, who didn't know the meaning, were amazed at the beautiful pattern of this bathrobe, and those who knew some flower language Maurilan tilted his head suspiciously.

"The fabric I saw when I came back from the mission last week," Nayue explained, "I thought it was very suitable for Xiao Ai, so I bought it and asked someone to make it into a garment."

He put the clothes into the child's arms, squatted down, bent his eyes and laughed, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Mingmei said, she would like to see you wear this too."

Hui Yuanai bit her lower lip, threw herself into Mr. Police Officer's arms 'happily' like a normal child after receiving a gift, and buried her head on his shoulder trying not to cry out to be heard.

The flower language of the Bird of Paradise is "Whenever, wherever, never forget that the one you love is waiting for you."

She suddenly missed her sister who was far away abroad.

The looks of their team are so high that there is nothing to say, even the children together are also cute in their own way. When walking on the street, they are very eye-catching, but everyone is almost used to being watched for various reasons. Besides, no one would stare at them, and what surprised Hagiwara and the others was that no one recognized Akae Nazuki, who was so well-known in the city of Tokyo that he had nothing to say.

"When I appeared in newspapers and news, I was wearing formal clothes. It's really quite different from what I look like now." Nayue shrugged.

The police officer, who usually wears light gray and black suits and only changes patterns on his tie, now puts on a simple smoky blue pinstriped bathrobe and black clogs. His fluffy black hair sticks to the side of his face. The red eyes are full of slyness that is rarely seen in public, and now he looks more like a DK in the same age group as Mao Lilan than the mature and steady light of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Your baby face is really deceptive." Matsuda Jinpei sighed.

Nayue curled her lips: "Baby face? If Mr. Zhenping is jealous that I am younger and more handsome than you, you can just say so, I don't mind."

The two of them began to engage in small movements across Hagiwara again.

"The relationship between Kaka and Matsuda is really good." Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed softly.

The corners of Edogawa Conan's mouth twitched: Brother Jing Guang misunderstood the word "good relationship" or the behavior of the two of them. He walked behind but he could see clearly. Are you about to pinch?

As soon as he looked up, the two childish adults in front (Conan never admitted that one of them was still his idol) actually stretched out a hand behind Kenji Hagiwara and started rock-paper-scissors.

Little detective: ...

"Man." Haibara Ai commented with his chest in his arms, and Conan pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, unable to refute.

Be sober, just change your clothes and don't let yourself go!

Ten minutes later, Nayue, who was holding a box of takoyaki, and Matsuda, who was holding a skewer of grilled squid in his mouth and holding an apple candy for Nayue, looked at each other.

Are they separated from others?

Nayue swallowed the food in her mouth before opening her mouth: "Didn't you say you would look at the location?"

"It's not that you insisted on me helping to get this candy, Hagi and the others all left in a blink of an eye." Matsuda Jinpei was speechless.

The black-haired young man had a cute and innocent expression: "Oh, is that so?"

Matsuda shook his goosebumps, and condemned himself in his heart, the little bastard has been using this trick for seven years, yet he still falls for it all the time.

Since they were all scattered, there were so many people here and it was inconvenient to meet up, so they made an appointment from the beginning to go to an open space with few people to watch the fireworks, and it didn't matter if they gathered at that time.

With such an idea in mind, the two friends, both of whom were very reassured, put the solution of 'follow the location to find them' under the 'let it be'.

Nayue saw the shooting game booth a few stalls ahead with sharp eyes. He unconsciously rubbed the fingers holding the bamboo stick, and suggested aloud, "Why don't we go play that?"

Following his gaze, Matsuda Zhenping naturally saw the booth over there, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay."

After graduation, the two of them haven't compared their marksmanship in shooting. Even though the shooting class in the past month has been a full mark in the bullseye, Matsuda will not lose confidence in himself.

Besides, the shooting booths at the festival usually use the method of popping out the cork to knock down the prize, and the aim of those guns must have been adjusted, which is a piece of cake for Matsuda Jinhei to find them.

With an inexplicable desire to win, the two walked to the booth, paid for the food and put down the food, and one held up a toy gun.

Matsuda weighed the gun twice, and sure enough, he found that the weight of the barrel was not quite right. He had no tools at hand, so he could only adjust the posture and angle of holding the gun according to the perceived difference.

He had no scruples that month, so he naturally found a small problem with the gun, but it was nothing.

Both of them turned their guns to the cabinet full of prizes, and the people around them also stared at them intently because of their super good looks and the way they held their guns.

With two bangs, the small brown cork was ejected several times, and six prizes fell from the cabinet. The stall owner and the onlookers were stunned.

"Tsk, if this gun hasn't been adjusted, I can have another one." Matsuda Zhenping was speechless. In the calm month, he won four in one breath.

"That's why I have more." The player put down the toy gun with satisfaction.

He turned off the life mode a long time ago, and changed shooting and cooking from playing small games to real battles. Compared with the previous audio games, the only difference may be that it feels better and has more experience.

That month's marksmanship was very good both inside and outside the game, he forgot who taught him, but from the very beginning of his memory, when Mr. Dazai handed him the gun, that month he had a "self-taught" skill marksmanship.

No matter how strong the talent is, it can't do this, so it can only be that he learned from others the month before he lost his memory.

They didn't see the stall owner's hesitant expression, and raised their guns to start the second round. Unfortunately, they failed to pull the trigger, and the screams from the next stall interrupted their actions.

The two who were already very proficient in this scene put down their guns and rushed over without hesitation.

When Nayue saw the figure lying down on the table, she was a little inexplicably excited besides "it really is".

That's right, after the task of fighting wits and courage with his friends during this period of time, [Occupation: Policeman] is only two normal tasks and one special task away from the final lv.60!

Thinking about how the level was almost full, the player almost laughed out loud at the scene of the murder.

Matsuda gave him a strange look.

The dead man over there seems to be the grandson of the stall owner. The old man who made fried noodles saw the young man fall down with a pale face and almost didn't come up and pouted. Matsuda frowned and hurriedly stepped forward to help him sit on a chair. Usually it is handed over to Hagiwara, but he has been familiar with it for so long, so he is naturally very proficient: "The murderer will be caught soon, please forgive me."

...Yes, he is generally not responsible for appeasement tasks because Hagiwara and the others always say that he will say "please forgive me" with the feeling of "you will be next".Receiving the old man's more frightened expression, Matsuda ground his back molars.

Mr. Police Officer was observing the corpse after communicating with the person in charge of the site who came over. He took out a disposable glove from his sleeve and put it on.

"Did you find something?" Matsuda said without any surprise.

Nayue sighed: "When will this clumsy technique be less, I am also easily tired in this regard."

The curly-haired police officer frowned, did not answer, but changed the subject: "Tell me?"

Naturally, there were quite a few people around who were still watching the excitement without being dispersed. They all heard the conversation between the two police officers, and they were all in shock at the moment, no matter how it sounded like the case had been solved in just a few minutes.

"There is a bitter almond smell near the mouth, and the cause of death is unsurprisingly potassium cyanide. His index finger is stained with sauce, and there is also residue on his lips. It is estimated that he ate the poison into his mouth when he tasted the fried noodles sauce." That month He casually took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can, saying, "At night market stalls like this, the sauces are usually made by ourselves. Adding poison to them will only cause more people to die. The murderer probably didn't want to make a big deal out of it." -"

He pointed to the plastic jar on the table and raised his chin: "That's it, I'll let the forensic class take it back later, the potassium cyanide on the lid should still be detectable."

"The murderer was very familiar with the deceased and knew that he was not used to using chopsticks to taste the sauce, but preferred to use his index finger, so when he opened the jar of sauce, the deceased's hands were naturally stained with poison, and he ate it himself. .”

The police officer was talking about the modus operandi, and no one else saw the hand that was naturally hanging by his side gesturing to his friend.

"Do you think I'm wrong, this lady?" Nayue suddenly smiled and looked at a woman in a pink bathrobe at the front of the crowd.

"...Ask me?" She looked around blankly before she was sure she was speaking to herself, "Well, no?"