“Is our world real?”

After returning home, Xiao Ai grabbed Fang Zheng and asked this question as soon as she opened her mouth.

Fang Zheng glanced at Xiao Ai.

"Why do you ask that?"

"You should know the answer, tell me!"

Xiao Ai grabbed Fang Zheng's hand tightly, her face pale, while Mingmei stood there anxiously, not knowing what to do.

"That depends on what you think the real world is like."

At this moment, the twin maids had gone to rest, so Fang Zheng took three bottles of juice and placed them in front of the two of them, and opened one of them himself.

"To be honest, I don't really like this kind of philosophical proposition, but I think what you mean is...is your world created?"

“…”

Xiao Ai nodded.

"Then I can give you an answer - yes."

After hearing Fang Zheng's answer, Xiao Ai's face suddenly turned pale, and Mingmei looked at Fang Zheng in surprise.

“So, God is real?”

"The one in the Bible? That doesn't exist. You see, it's just like what I said before. If your world is compared to a program, then we are the programmers. We made up this world and set it to run automatically, but that's it."

Fang Zheng spread his hands and looked at Xiao Ai.

"You should understand what I mean."

"I, I can..."

Xiao Ai seemed a little out of breath. She reached out, opened the juice and took a sip, and then she seemed to be barely able to stabilize herself.

"So, then why did you create us?"

“Summer homework.”

“…Huh?”

"Summer homework. You see, the teacher gave us a topic - a study on the evolution of primates and the development of civilization. So we created this world, observed it, recorded it, and then reported it. You've been to college, don't you understand this?"

"I see!!"

Xiao Ai slammed her fist on the table.

"But why, why us? Do you think that since you created us, you have the right to play with our lives? Can you set everything about us at will?"

"Shiho...?"

Mingmei was somewhat confused by Xiao Ai's sudden outburst. Although she was quite surprised by this fact, she did not expect that it would make her sister so crazy. However, Fang Zheng could understand that although Xiao Ai did not do it voluntarily, she was a scientist after all. Once a scientist discovers that the world and everything he explores are actually set up by others, it is not surprising that his faith collapses.

"Okay, calm down, I was just kidding."

Fang Zheng chuckled and reached out to touch Xiao Ai's head.

"It's okay to tell you, um, this is what happened..."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng told Xiao Ai and Ming Mei about the Order Clan, the worlds, and the crisis of Chaos, including the inner and outer worlds, and everything in between. Of course, in order to increase the persuasiveness, Fang Zheng also showed them some videos he shot in other worlds, which naturally included the fratricide in Hope Academy and the spread of despair at the super high school level, as well as the indiscriminate slaughter of adults by children in the tower and the city... To be honest, just seeing these was enough to scare the two of them.

"So, according to you, this chaos has contaminated the entire universe?"

"For now, the vast majority of them are like patients with advanced cancer. Although there are still some places that have not been eroded, only a small part is left."

Fang Zheng spread his hands and said that it was easy to talk with scientists. Mingmei, who was standing next to him, felt dizzy from listening and said she wanted to go to bed.

"But...I don't think there's anything chaotic about our world?"

Xiao Ai frowned.

"According to what you said, there should be similar chaos in our world, but why didn't I notice it?"

"You're right, you didn't notice it..."

Fang Zheng complained silently.

"Is it true?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ai was shocked, while Fang Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, you know what? Three days before the last time I went camping with you guys, I was still in winter, then it turned into spring, and when I came back from camping it turned into autumn, and now it's summer again... I don't even know when I can celebrate the New Year."

"How is that possible? We were on holiday during the spring outing, and then..."

At this point, Xiao Ai was stunned for a moment.

"I didn't notice a problem..."

"Of course you can't notice it. You are in this world, and you can say that it has changed along with this world. But it's different for me. To put it bluntly, the 365-day timeline of this world has been completely disrupted. Not only are the dates inconsistent, but even the days are repeated. If this problem is not solved, then I guarantee that in twenty years, you will still be living the life of elementary school students."

Fang Zheng assured that he absolutely did not lie. This was the only point he was quite sure of.

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, Xiao Ai's expression changed slightly.

"That's why you bought those clothes..."

"Yes, it's convenient and simple. You can increase or decrease it according to the weather that day."

Fang Zheng spread his hands helplessly. Xiao Ai was talking about Fang Zheng's wardrobe, which was filled with black windbreakers, black trousers, black suits, and black shirts. Originally, Xiao Ai complained about whether Fang Zheng could wear something other than black, but she didn't expect this to be the reason.

Fang Zheng had no other choice. He could sense the temperature but couldn't determine the season. If you went out in a short-sleeved shirt in the middle of winter, people would definitely think you were a fool. So he simply bought clothes that could be worn in all seasons. If it was cold, he would wear a windbreaker. If it was normal, he would just wear a coat. Others wouldn't be stupid enough to ask him why he was dressed like that in this season...

"But do you have to let Vermouth join our plan?"

After learning the whole story from Fang Zheng, Xiao Ai became even more worried.

"Even if she can't tell us the location of the Black Organization's boss because of... 'settings', we can still have other ways, right? Didn't I see you introduce a very powerful mind reader before?"

"It's mental mastery. She's a psychic."

Fang Zheng simply replied.

"Don't underestimate her ability. Her ability is more than just mind reading. She can tamper with other people's memories and thoughts at will. In short, she only needs to meet with you for a minute, and you and Mingmei will forget that you are sisters and start over as strangers."

“…Is it so scary?”

Hearing this, Xiaoai's expression suddenly changed.

"Of course, the ability itself is quite terrifying, but she is a person with a strong sense of justice, so there is no need to worry that she will abuse her ability. But unfortunately, it is useless for her to come here. This world does not have the attribute of [superpowers], so even if she comes to this world, she will only become an ordinary person who cannot use abilities - oh, by the way, her physical fitness is extremely weak. She is the type who can run for five minutes and pant for half an hour. So it can be said that without abilities, she is weaker than ordinary people."

"No way."

Faced with this fact, Xiao Ai was stunned.

"I don't think she's fat. She looks like an average female junior high school student."

"In fact, he is a sports idiot with no athletic ability."

Fang Zheng waved his hand.

"As for Vermouth, don't worry. She'd better do as she is told. Of course, we can't just rely on her, but if she can help, that would be great."

Fang Zheng's request to Vermouth is actually very simple, that is to ask Vermouth to reveal as many clues about the Black Organization as possible to Conan, so as to help Conan discover and find the Black Organization's lair as soon as possible. As for how to do it, Vermouth decides on her own.

Now that it has been confirmed that there is no way to extract confessions from the Black Organization by arresting them, Fang Zheng can only count on Conan, the protagonist, to help.

In fact, Fang Zheng also thought about bringing Vermouth back to Conan for questioning, but after thinking it over again and again, he still felt that the risk was too high. After all, this is a world of reasoning. If Conan asked directly, it would not be called reasoning. And Vermouth could speak in front of Conan, but if she couldn't speak, Fang Zheng would have to explain everything to Conan... That would be very troublesome.

He doesn't want to tell Conan that the reason you can solve the case is because you are the protagonist, so wherever you go, people die, and every criminal will deliberately use various methods to cover up and compete with you...

After hearing that, Conan would have shut himself off immediately.

Even if Vermouth is restricted and can't tell Conan the address directly in code, at least this can speed up the main storyline. After all, Conan has been on the show for twenty years, and it's hard to say whether there are twenty episodes of plots related to the main storyline...

"Ding-ling-ling."

At this moment, the cell phone rang. Fang Zheng picked up the phone, took a look, and then answered the call. Then Conan's voice came from the other end.

"Where on earth are you?"

"I'm home now, getting ready for bed."

Hearing Conan's voice, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"What's up?"

"What else are you asking me? Not long after you left, Captain Ghost was killed! And almost everyone suspected that it was you who did it!"

"oh."

"oh?"

"What else? If you can't find the real murderer, then you are incompetent. If you find the real murderer, then I won't have to take the blame. Don't you agree?"

“…”

Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, Conan on the other end of the phone almost lost his breath. It was you who ran away for no apparent reason, why are you blaming me for being incompetent? If I couldn't beat you, I would... well, I just couldn't beat you.

"But how did you leave?"

That's right, this is why Conan called Fang Zheng. He couldn't figure out how Fang Zheng managed to leave the yacht so quietly. Conan originally thought Fang Zheng was disguised as someone else and hid in the cabin, but later he searched the entire cabin and even found the real murderer who killed the ghost captain, but he couldn't find Fang Zheng. So he raised his hands in surrender and called - but he didn't expect that Fang Zheng had already gone home to sleep?

If he couldn't figure out his method, Conan felt that he would definitely have sleepless nights tonight!!

"hehe."

Hearing Conan's question, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"you guess.".

After saying this, he decisively hung up the phone.

Conan won't be able to sleep tonight.