Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 254 Extra Story: Werewolf Killing [[-]]

"What's wrong with me? I have a terrible headache. It's like drinking a ton of fake wine!" Muscleless Lolita's behavior of grabbing Beifeng's sleeve made Gin unhappy. The little hand, "tenderly" threw it on her own head.

"Try it yourself, if there is no wound, maybe you really drank a few tons of fake wine." Of course, as a kind god of death, Beifeng kindly reminded the chicken girl in front of him.

Ernie Jialuo touched his head: "Sure enough, there is no wound! It seems that I... hey wait, something is not right, yesterday, yesterday I entered the game, and then I met Ernie Jess, could it be, Is this hell? We're all dead!"

Beifeng: "..."

Hell is not here, there is one of the workers of hell—the Grim Reaper.

The girl pinched the flesh on her face and pulled it: "It hurts! I don't know what's going on, but I'm still alive!" Ernie Jialuo quickly finished talking to himself: "You two, since we are destined See you, as a qualified socialist successor, I have to remind you, of course, I remind you that it is definitely not because you are good-looking, if you meet a man with a strange shape and an animal head, you must hide as far away as possible Far away!" Ernie Jialuo paid attention to Beifeng looking up at the red flag: "Farewell!" Her figure swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the back of her far away was blurred, but the sound of her footsteps became more and more clear.

After sending off the light bulb, Beifeng was about to chat with Gin Jiu about how to pass the game, but in the blink of an eye, Gin Jiu disappeared and was dragged to the next door to continue working at "Script Killing Killing".

Gin: "..."

Beifeng silently took out his mask, logged out of the trumpet, and logged into the large account "Director Yuan Su." Silently followed Qin Jiu into the script.

As soon as the north wind came, he faced the face as black as the bottom of a pot under the brim of the gin hat, and even the silver hair was frayed to show the violent heart of its owner.

Beifeng silently went to get the script for Qinjiu.

No gin.

Beifeng took a sip, and Heiheiqin immediately turned into Little Red Flower Gin, obediently handing in the script.

After Beifeng finished reading, he looked up at the sky.

The person who wrote this is a talent.

He was really taken aback by the script in Qin Jiu's hand.

[Script Kill Kill Kill: You are: a good person. 】

[Your script is as follows: You are a rebellious teenager. 】

[You are an emotional killer, you used a big knife to avenge your mother who was raped by a strong woman, and the result was a small black house for four years]

[During these four years of life, the song of a young female singer made you regain the light of life, and you are her most loyal fan!However, you, who just came out of the small dark room and were about to love life, happened to see the bloody corpse that was being watched by the bustling crowd.She couldn't bear the pressure due to cyber violence and committed suicide. The news of her cyber violence was that her boyfriend released photos of her "derailed" with three men. 】

[But after your investigation, the person who cheated was her boyfriend. 】

【The fake smile on your face turned into madness again, you were very angry and wanted to destroy this world without her, but in the end, you calmed down and decided to punish those who hurt her first. 】

[You will kill the female singer’s cheating boyfriend in the script, the neighbor who heard the movement, the delivery man, and finally prepare to kill the female singer’s boyfriend’s cheating partner, but in the end, you find that the door of her apartment is open, enter the apartment Then you find out that she has been strangled on the couch. 】

[You mixed her with the garbage with a blank face, and ignited the garbage with a fire.This scene happened to be witnessed by four friends who came to look for her. 】

"The script is being prepared, and you will be transported into the "past" to complete your plot. The past cannot be changed, please complete the script with due diligence, otherwise, you will bear the consequences~" The staff standing beside Gin smiled Take the script back and say it to Gin and the other five people around him at the same time.

"What's the situation with that person? He's accompanied by a director, and he came so late, so he won't have a backstage?" The one with the mischievous eyebrows among the five people whispered to the little man next to him: "Baicai, tell me, what is this?" Does Xiaopo Game also have related accounts?"

"Did the director kiss him just now? Looks like a boy hugging his thigh." Another man interrupted.

Bai Baicai and Li Wei ignored him, and it was now a two-person chat group.

"Hehe, maybe there is, but it's definitely not you and me." The little man glanced at Gin, and when he came back to his senses, he was already trembling: "Xiaowei, don't provoke that man, don't care if he has anything to do with you Huhu, just be yourself, he is dangerous."

There are two women among the five people, and the short-haired woman has a silly look on her face. Fortunately, she is not a newcomer, so she didn't cry with tears and snot. Death is much more terrifying than that.

That's right, her plot is that of the deceased, that is to say, from the moment she draws this script, she is doomed to die because of the immutability of the script.

Damn it, why didn't someone else draw the deceased, why should it be me!The woman bit her nails, with unwillingness and a hint of madness in her eyes.

Anyway, she was going to die, so it seemed good to have a few backs.

……

Werewolves are killing the world. It's already the time when the red moon is in the sky. Conan, Akai, and Bald Qiang are hiding in a small warehouse.

They have seen the aborigines of this world. First of all, from the perspective of human aesthetics, their appearance is very strange, with one eye, pure red eyes, and other facial features are the same as human beings, and they will talk to them, which sounds normal of?
However, it does not.

Conan, as a detective, his perception is sharper than ordinary people, not to mention Shuichi Akai as Xiu'er.

Even Bald Qiang, who had been trained by the bear, found out.

They are being watched by those residents.

There shouldn't be a lot of people in the first place.

"Run!" Conan yelled suddenly.

While running, Akai Shuichi couldn't help but glance back, and saw those deformities drooling and stretching their necks.Their necks were long and stretched towards them, and the flesh-hungry hands grew black nails, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and one hand even brushed the tip of Akai Shuichi's nose, bringing out a touch of blood.

After seeing the blood, those "ghosts" became even more excited!

The three of Conan fled frantically and walked to a remote place, finally getting rid of those "ghosts".Fortunately, the speed of these ghosts is not too foul, but they will not get tired. They are a group of ruthless running machines.

The three rested for a while, and then began to revisit the rules: First of all: [There are ghosts among the aborigines in this world, and ghosts will hunt and kill everyone, werewolves! 】

Ghosts exist?The three of Conan used practice to prove that nine out of ten, all the aborigines are ghosts.

[Rule [-]: Take one-half of the month as the solstice!When the scarlet moon rises, blood will be scattered all over the land!Note, at this time, werewolf hunters, ghosts hunting werewolves and humans]

[Winning conditions: Humans die, werewolves survive!Or the werewolf dies and the man survives]

For this victory condition, not talking about the mutual consumption between players, not talking about the ghost hunting players, just looking at the camps of werewolves and humans, half of the people need to die.

and.

Conan glanced at Akai Shuichi.

"We shouldn't be in the same camp, right?"

"Aha, Conan, what are you talking about? Our good brothers are walking together, even the faction is exactly the same." Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes and joked with Conan sincerely.

"Hehe." Conan Banyueyan: "Akai, now is not the time to joke, you know? When you lie, the eyes that still had a slit will disappear."

"Ahaha." Akai Shuichi's tone weakened as expected.

Bald Qiang was taken aback.

He is just a little inventor without reasoning mind, and he is really confused about these reasonings.

So Bald Qiang played with the bracelet in boredom, and clicked on the avatar of the friend who entered the game together.

"Hey!?"

"People are really going to die now, and, with North Wind, Gin, and Bald Qiang, there are five of us in total, and the chances of all five of us being in the same camp are really slim..." Before Conan finished his analysis, he saw The bald head who was hit by the surprise forced him to run over and interrupted his babbling: "Use your wristbands to contact your team members, the team members who entered this game together can actually communicate with each other!"

What is the purpose of letting them land randomly in the dungeon?If it is because they gather together to affect the actions of ghosts, or it is not conducive to the progress of the main line of the instance, then why can they keep in touch?
Could it be that... the world is instead guiding and supporting them to converge?Conflicted again.No, it's not for this reason, there must be some clues that I have overlooked, and my heart is shrouded in deep confusion. This dungeon gave Conan the feeling of opening the door of Action that he hadn't seen for a long time.He opened the rules again and looked at them word for word.

"special identity?"

"Ghosts that are not in the win condition."

"Human ability is to identify, not to identify werewolves. It's a pity that I didn't try to identify ghosts just now."

"Huh? Someone in our team has turned gray. Gray means offline, but they must be in the same game as me now. There is no offline, only...death!" Bald Qiang murmured softly , was heard by Conan and Akai Shuichi.

Conan and Akai Hideo glanced at each other, and at the same time saw in the bracelet——
Gin and the gray head of the north wind.

A basin of cold water was poured directly into the hearts of the two of them.

(End of this chapter)