“I’ve seen the disguise masks they brought back; in terms of their exquisite craftsmanship, they are among the best in our line of work.”
Gao Yuan, sitting on a high stool, bowed slightly with a humble expression.
"Thank you for the compliment."
"So, you're admitting it?"
“There’s nothing to deny,” Gao Yuan replied. “Ms. Vermouth’s organization should be easy to find out. I happened to be there when Ms. Sherry fled.”
“We escaped together; that’s the most basic line of reasoning.”
"So I should be the one who made the mask for her."
Absinthe raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise at the quick reply, then smiled.
"I never expected that the 'Puppet Master of Hell' would show favor to that girl."
“I’m pretty easygoing,” Gao Yuan said. “I occasionally play the role of a genie to help those in need.”
Absinthe licked his fingertip again.
That fingertip that touched Gao Yuan's lips.
She pursed her lips as if savoring a delicious meal, her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips and teeth.
“However,” she said after a long pause, “that girl, Shirley, she’s dead.”
Don't you feel regret?
Gao Yuan shrugged indifferently.
"It's just fate."
"I have been defeated by fate countless times in my life, this is just a minor one."
"Moreover, it's hard to say that this is my failure."
“I should say it was hers, that…” He seemed to think for a moment before uttering the name, “Shirley?”
Absinthe laughed and slapped him.
Like the way "Lan Zexi" expresses affection.
"Don't be so cold-hearted. Having Gin in the organization is already annoying enough."
"An organization...?" Gao Yuan repeated thoughtfully.
"What the hell, you rascal!" With Lan Zexi's appearance, Vermouth pouted playfully.
She has shed her previous allure as a mature woman; now, she exudes the sweetness and cuteness of a youthful girl.
It should be said that she understands the most charming aspects of women of any age and appearance, and is adept at using this to attract attention.
"Didn't I say I invited you to join the organization? Are you taking this as a joke?!"
She said it with a half-smile and a half-coquettish tone.
It doesn't seem like an invitation to join an illegal organization; it's more like a young girl inviting her crush to join a school club.
Gao Yuan shook his head.
“Of course I know that Ms. Vermouth is not joking.”
"However, you haven't fully answered my questions yet."
Why exactly did you appear as Lan Zexi?
"And why did your organization want to recruit me, an ordinary murderer?"
...
"In short, the game's mission for players is to catch Jack the Ripper, that serial killer."
Yoruichi Toyama had no objection to the wise conclusion, but raised another question.
"But how do we know if we've 'seized' it?"
"Should we expose his true identity, or arrest him ourselves? Should we hand him over to the police and consider the job done, or should we watch him be brought to justice?"
If it's the last one, then we'll have to collect evidence of all the crimes Jack committed before.
It's obvious that it's impossible.
"By the way, is there a time limit for this game?"
This question was directed at Noah's Ark, but in the back-and-forth banter between the two, the poor AI had almost no chance to interject.
“I believe the flow of time in games is different from that in reality,” Akechi said.
"Don't forget that we can say we are in a 'dream' right now, and a few seconds of dream time can be decades in the blink of an eye."
I see!
Yoruichi Toyama suddenly realized something.
I remember Conan and the others went to the bar, and only went to the opera house to find Irene the next day.
If a night had passed in real life, wouldn't all the parents of those naughty kids have gone crazy?
“This won’t be a large, full-scale game,” Mingzhi continued his analysis. “The Schindler Group’s press conference is essentially a way to attract investment; they won’t let 50 players get into the game for hours while everyone else waits anxiously outside.”
"Therefore, the actual game time is at most about an hour."
"In the game, players only need to collect enough clues to find Jack the Ripper's trail... and they should be able to contact the police to catch him. At that point, the game is considered complete."
Well, you've said everything, what else can I say?
Yoruichi Toyama realized that with Conan's strategy and the expert player Akechi's help, it seemed like she was really going to win without lifting a finger.
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