Chapter 86
The wine bottles in the bar fell to the ground with a huge crash, shattering and exploding. The fragments of the bottles were scattered all over the ground, casting colorful lights through the dim light, and the rich smell of wine filled the air.
Kurokawa Akiho's body was inevitably stained with alcohol, and he picked up the old revolver first.
The people drinking in the pub suddenly stood up, weapons in hand, staring at Kurokawa Akishige with unfriendly eyes, but they were concerned about Rum who was pointed at by a gun, and did not move for a long time.
Kurokawa Akifumi's eyes swept across the angry faces of these people, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "You are really amazing. Even the NPCs in the game listen to you."
Rum coughed, clutching his chest. With some effort, he pulled himself up from the ground and sneered, "Shoot if you dare."
The pain in the game was incredibly real. Rum felt like his teeth were about to be broken, and the rusty-smelling blood couldn't be suppressed. Severe pain filled every nerve in his body. Rum hadn't felt such pain in a long time since he'd been in that high position.
He hated these barbarians who only knew how to use their fists the most.
Guns are not a big threat to Rum because he knows that death in the game is not real death.
Kurokawa Akiwa tilted his head in confusion: "Why should I shoot?"
"Aren't we just having a friendly exchange between colleagues? Like last time you blew up my roller coaster. This time I'll break your teeth."
Kurokawa Akifumi paused, then said with some distress, "Although this is a bit too trivial compared to your meeting gift of breaking a tooth, I will try harder next time."
Rum gritted his teeth. It was all that guy's fault. He was caught for such a simple thing as planting a bomb, and he was even secretly investigated, which led to Bacardi's discovery.
Rum sneered and said, "When we return to reality, I will definitely give you a good reward."
Kurokawa Akifusa glanced at the NPCs eager to rush over to help, and said with a lingering smile, "If you have the chance when you return to reality, I'd certainly welcome you to come visit the amusement park for a day."
Rum's face turned gloomy in an instant.
If he fails to complete this mission, it is easy to imagine what awaits him.
Originally, even if he died and exited the game, he could still log in with a different identity through Schindler Company. However, the system called Noah's Ark actually developed an autonomous consciousness and took control of the game, making it extremely difficult to enter and exit.
If he died, Noah's Ark would most likely be taken by Bacardi.
When Rum thought of this possibility, he winked at the NPC in the tavern. The NPC, who was still hesitant, seemed to suddenly have a backbone. He picked up the nearest object as a weapon and rushed towards Kurokawa Akiho with an angry shout.
Kurokawa Akishige looked around, frowned, and a strong wind suddenly blew from behind his head.
The drunkard closest to Kurokawa Akiho picked up a bottle and smashed it hard on Kurokawa Akiho's head. The whistling wind blew his hair, and a few strands of black hair sticky with wine swayed slightly. He dodged the attack from behind by turning sideways.
Rum took advantage of this opportunity and quickly dragged his painful body to the side of the bar, and found the right opportunity to run to the back door during the chaos.
Kurokawa Akishige tutted impatiently. His game-party attire wasn't suitable for the occasion. His neatly tailored suit felt like a rope, holding him back. His slender fingers hooked around his tie, yanking it off and throwing it to the ground.
The NPCs in the tavern were full of fighting spirit, holding their weapons high.
Kurokawa Akiho had a headache. It was too unsportsmanlike for so many people to attack him alone.
The drunk in front was the one who had just attacked Kurokawa Akishige, and he quickly approached. At the same time, someone else rushed up from behind to attack from both sides.
Kurokawa Akishige rubbed his head, supported himself on the bar with one hand, and nimbly rolled over, watching the two men lose control of their speed and collide with each other.
The man in the striped hat was hit by the drunkard's bottle. The bottle hit him hard on the head, and the wine residue splashed everywhere. The strong smell of rum made him frown.
The man in the striped hat was stunned, his head covered in a mixture of wine and blood, and he cursed angrily: "Quinte, you did this on purpose, didn't you?!"
The drunkard known as Quint got angry after being scolded: "I could have killed him right away, it's all your fault for rushing up and ruining my plan!"
"Huh?! If it weren't for your bottle, I would have found him!" The man in the striped hat was not willing to be outdone and his anger soared: "I think you dirty lowly people are more likely to cause trouble than to help! Get back to your sewers now, you are only fit to be licked by people kneeling on the ground!"
“Who are you scolding?!”
"I said Abner looked down on us from the beginning and always put on a disgusting face."
After the man in the striped hat named Abner finished cursing, the situation in the tavern changed drastically.
The bar, which had been united in its opposition to Kurokawa Akishige, quickly split into two groups: one group, self-proclaimed high-class city dwellers, and the other, described as filthy low-class people. They engaged in a verbal conflict and insults, completely oblivious to his presence.
Kurokawa Akiho rested his hands on the bar, his round blue eyes watching the situation in front of him.
He casually picked up the small ice ball from the bar. The coolness of the ice ball penetrated through his fingertips, making him take a deep breath.
Then he threw the icy ice ball accurately into the head of the man named Quint.
After doing this, he rubbed his cold fingertips.
Quint was stunned by the blow. When he came to his senses, he grabbed Abner by the collar and yelled, "How dare you hit me on the head with something?!"
The people behind Abner saw him being grabbed by the collar by Quint and were furious: "Dirty lowlifes who only know how to slander others!"
"Who are you calling inferior?"
"Be careful or I'll knock your mouth crooked!"
"Try it if you dare!"
Shouts and screams suddenly exploded from the space, wine bottles shattered with a crackling sound, and the legs of wooden seats were broken. An unprecedented and fierce conflict broke out in the tavern.
Kurokawa Akishige watched all this without blinking from behind the bar, and sighed in his heart.
Wow, wonderful.
Then he quietly got up and walked towards the back door. When he opened the door, the alley was empty, but the bloodstains were still very obvious.
Kurokawa Akiho resigned himself to his fate and followed the trail.
He really, really, really hates running!
I can't get enough of beating this guy Rum even if I beat him ten times.
*
"Ms. Adler, are you telling the truth? Did you really hear the name Rum?" Conan Edogawa asked anxiously.
Is this Rum the same as the Rum in the organization he understands? If so, why does Rum appear in some?
He subconsciously looked at Amuro Toru, but found that the other party's expression was also very solemn.
Irene Adler nodded. "Well, Abbott did say that someone named Rum instructed him to kill me in the name of Jack the Ripper."
"It's quite rare to name a bottle after a wine." She smiled.
Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth, and Kurokawa Akishige immediately went to the pub at the address after receiving this information. Why?
If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be too sensitive to this matter, right?
Kurokawa Akiho knows about rum, maybe he even recognizes it.
What exactly is their purpose?
Toru Amuro recalled Rum's words. This time when deploying the mission, Rum was more anxious than any other time, as if he was announcing to the world that he had lost the boss's favor.
Including the occasional sneer and meaningful words when seeing him.
His words and actions hinted that he must get along well with the director of the amusement park.
It wasn't surprising that Rum was watching him, since he had always been under suspicion, but the rest of the story got weird.
There must be something wrong when something is abnormal.
Conan Edogawa's face was about to wrinkle with confusion. He wanted to rush to the tavern immediately, but at the same time he couldn't leave Irene Adler because Jack the Ripper had not appeared. He scratched his hair in confusion.
I really want to decipher it!
After the explosion, the theater briefly restored some order after everyone fled. The firefighters and police quickly formed a defense line around the theater.
When they saw the police arrive, everyone felt like they had survived a disaster.
Conan Edogawa wanted to ask Toru Amuro, but because this was in a game and there was a high possibility that their actions would be seen by others, he held back.
When he got out, he was going to find Mr. Amuro and ask him everything thoroughly.
He took a sip from the paper cup in his hand and looked around. Then he found someone wearing police uniform who entered Irene Adler's temporary lounge.
The person holding the paper cup looked a little strange, as if one of his fingers was particularly thin, and when put together, it looked very strange.
Edogawa Conan's thoughts were a little scattered, and things in his mind suddenly tensed up. He knew!
"Jack the Ripper!"
"What?!"
"Where is Jack the Ripper?"
Jack the Ripper, disguised as a police officer, realized that his disguise had been seen through and wanted to kill Irene Adler without hesitation.
As soon as he came up with the idea, he found that it was impossible to implement. A man with golden brown hair and dark skin rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, leaving him no time to commit the crime.
Jack the Ripper gritted his teeth, turned around and quickly fled the scene.
*
After making sure that Bacardi couldn't catch up in a short time, Rum leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
As long as he gets Noah's Ark, he can attack this kid without anyone knowing.
Be patient.
There were quick footsteps coming from deep in the alley. Rum's body froze when he heard it. He subconsciously thought that Kurokawa Akiho had caught up with him. When he looked up, he found that the sound came from the direction he was about to go.
Rum breathed a sigh of relief.
The wind blew the dark clouds, illuminating a section of the dark alley. The footsteps gradually approached, and Rum could see the person clearly.
A flash of white light stung my eyes.
Kurokawa Akishige once again realized that Rum was really good at hiding.
He felt that the description of a gutter rat was not suitable for him. Is this guy a cockroach?
As the traces once again detoured to the entrance of an alley, Kurokawa Akishige's face was filled with resentment. He began to regret that he should not have given Rum a chance to escape just for the sake of beating him a few more times.
Now it’s fine, I’m going to be exhausted to death in the game.
He began to feel that this kind of holographic game where all five senses refer to reality is really not friendly to game geeks. Perhaps after getting Noah's Ark, he could use this artificial intelligence to optimize the game settings?
He said that he could not still make the game he was interested in.
Thinking of this, Kurokawa Akishige was once again filled with fighting spirit.
Send Rum back to his hometown and have Noah's Ark all to himself!
A person came out from the entrance of the alley. Kurokawa Akishige took a look and found that it was not Rum, so he ignored him.
The other person was tall with red hair, but the clothes he was wearing seemed to be ill-fitting and slightly loose.
Kurokawa Akishige squinted his eyes, and then he could see the pattern on the clothes clearly in the moonlight.
This outfit is very similar to Rum's.
Even the places where they were scratched by glass shards are exactly the same.
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