Chapter 972 The person selected by the game asks for a monthly ticket ()~

Conan just put his heart down, but he lifted it up again.

He turned his head sharply to look at the dashboard, the little fuel left on it made his eyes dark, and he couldn't help shouting against the strong wind: "Are you an undercover agent sent by Moriarty! This is not as good as the train just now. Well, with you, we might be able to break the coupler!"

Next to , Hideki Zhuxing moved uncomfortably. Fortunately, on a violently bumpy car, such subtle movements are not obvious.

"This car does not use a Zhan-style coupler or a simple hook, but a more advanced fully automatic close-coupled coupler. It is difficult to disengage under constant acceleration, and the joint seems to have been welded." Jiang Xia sounded unexpectedly. He was quite calm, like an optimistic salesman, "So why don't you come to my car. Although it still can't brake, but we don't have to go along the railroad tracks, we have a wider range of activities and can find more opportunities."

"Zhuxing Hideki" silently looked at the dazzling front cover: "..." Shouldn't the car be made so gorgeous. The psychic master looks like he likes it very much, and looks like he will drive for a while, so he won't let him drive in a copy often in the future...

Next to , Conan, who was also optimistic all the year round, was a little persuaded after hearing what Jiang Xia said.

And his long-term relationship has left him with the impression that "Jiangxia is very reliable".

At this time, seeing that Jiang Xia didn't panic at all, Conan quickly calmed down and asked suspiciously, "Do you already have a solution?"

"On the way I came, I passed a town, guess what I found?" Jiang Xia looked at the mist in the distance, "The cotton textile factory - and their warehouse just broke down."

Before, Noah was busy playing happily in the copy of "Jack the Ripper", Jiang Xia was busy packing Syndora outside, and the two administrators didn't pay much attention to the "Paris-Dakar Cross Country" next door. Driving "Jiangxia".

And this game is still designed for children in general, and Noah is not too concerned about other copies, and there is no special tampering difficulty.

So just now, Jiang Xia came back from work, took a look when he passed by, and suddenly found that the "main body" that was driving automatically was about to clear the customs without injury.

"..." Such a bland customs clearance is too boring, like a plain background board.

If you want to get through it, you need to be a little more heroic. Even the background board should be the most burning piece. By the way, in order to draw people who are interested in Jiang Xia in the future, in this game, you will live to the end. The best is "Edogawa Conan".

In this way, when Conan sees someone being pulled into the dungeon in the future, he won't immediately think "Jiangxia has a problem", and then come to pick up the vests of innocent neighbors, but will think "The **** AI is randomly pulling the people around me. Come in"... Compared with Jiang Xia's complicated background of stepping on N boats, Conan, the red-hot justice detective, can hold the heaviest pot.

"Ah!"

Conan sneezed suddenly.

He rubbed his nose and didn't pay much attention to it, he just thought the game was done quite realistically - it's normal to blow wind and feel too cold on a roadster, and it's normal to sneeze.

The golden sports car carried three people, rolling over the gravel dirt road, all the way forward, and quickly rushed to a cliff.

Beneath the cliff, there is a town lying quietly. The night was dark, most of the lights had been extinguished, and the moonlight fell quietly, illuminating a large area of white flowers.

that's cotton piled up in the factory's backyard, fluffed from cotton balls. And far more than the usual number, a large pile of them, like a huge buffer bed.

"Time is running out, are you ready?" Jiang Xia's heavy voice came.

Conan looked at the rapidly approaching cliff edge: "Actually not yet..."

However, the cotton bed below does look very muscular. Not sure it's the correct way to pass.

And there is no other way for the time being, so I can't really go back to that train again.

"Forget it...Come on!" Conan gritted his teeth and went out of his way.

The next second, Jiang Xia picked him up with his hands, and threw him and "Zhu Xing Xiu Shu" out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The two children followed the inertia, like two unloaded cannonballs, and shot obliquely towards the center of the "cotton bed". Jiang Xia's angle and timing were calculated just right.

The cliff is not too high.

Two people plunged into the fluffy cotton pile one after another. At the moment of landing, there was a muffled sound of "Boom--" from the horizon, and the golden sports car exploded like a splendid fireworks celebrating victory.

The game is over.

Noah cut off contact with the control room and stopped casting the screen.

Next, it is the time to abduct a fixed player's private message.

Even if there is something under the body to cushion. The incomparably tense mood when he finally rushed to the ground, and the difference between the sudden fall and the slow stop, still made Conan dizzy, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

After a while, he slowly regained his senses, and opened his eyes by pressing his throbbing head. Suddenly, I found that the surrounding scene had changed.

- He left London at the end of the nineteenth century and appeared on a circular platform.

is where the copy selection begins in the first place.

"..." The game is cleared.

The five stone gates around have been completely closed.

A pale white beam of light shot down from above, illuminating him and the person beside him.

Conan sat up in a hurry and looked at the "Xi Xing Hideki" next to him - they were the last two players who survived.

"Zhuxing Hideki" stood quietly beside him, tearing off excess cotton from his small suit and throwing it aside.

found that Conan was awake, he looked at Conan and smiled: "It seems that you guys won."

Conan was stunned when he heard this strange remark.

After a while, all the previous details and doubts were replayed in his mind like a close-up of a movie - "Hideki Zhuxing" first noticed the backward clock; other children were very interested in the old football at Sherlock Holmes's house, But "Zhu Xing Xiu Shu" disliked it as dirty and ruthlessly threw it away; it was obviously a life-and-death game, and even Mrs. Yuan was honest, but "Zhu Xing Xiu Shu" was too reckless to threaten "Mo Lan" head-on Colonel".

Conan suddenly understood - the player who walked with him to the end wasn't "Mokoshi Hideki" at all.

...it's the "Noah" who killed them and threatened to electrocute their brains.

Conan was silent for a while, then showed a complicated smile: "...Thank you, we had a great time."

... This is a lie, not happy at all.

Especially the moment when I found myself transferred from the death train to the death sports car. Even if things are resolved perfectly in the end, the psychological shadow of the ups and downs at that time is still there.

However, these twists and turns, of course, there is no need to tell this behind-the-scenes AI.

Thank you for your [monthly pass]()-

(end of this chapter)