Chapter 3613-3625 [Challenge Letter]
Jiang Xia returned home carrying a large bunch of fresh, sweet-smelling aloe vera.
Meanwhile, the aloe vera involved in the incident, after navigating 800 bends and doing its utmost to shake off the pursuers, whose very existence was unknown, returned to its own base.
"One night here is more tiring than 10 days here."
After keeping watch at home for a while and confirming that nothing had happened, Curaçao finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the large, soft sofa.
After hesitating for a moment, she reached into her handbag, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out... a game disc.
—The new chapter of the game that was announced a few days ago is now on sale.
Since she was going to meet her client in the shopping district anyway, Curacao went a few minutes early and bought a copy of the package.
It wasn't for fun, of course; it was just to gather more information. Also…
"He managed to sneak into my car without a sound. I can't let this go so easily... I have to give him a good beating in the game."
Thinking of this, Curaçao's forehead twitched suddenly, because this simple and pure goal was actually very difficult to achieve.
——托那个可恶的恋爱脑策划的福，想揍游戏里的江夏一顿，可能得在游戏外奋斗上好几天。揍完还没法看到那家伙鼻青脸肿的狼狈模样，只会掉落几张让人毛骨悚然的可怕CG，一点也不符合被揍以后的生物学规律。
...But anyway, it's good that I managed to beat him up. I've already suffered a lot in real life, so I have to find a way to vent in the game.
If all else fails, just be a bad teammate and turn the Boss into an ally so we can all work together to deal with that evil guy.
"But what exactly is the content of this new chapter? — On the bright side, maybe that planner will suddenly turn from a fan to a hater and make a game that I actually love to play?"
Curacao pondered for a moment, then changed into soft, comfortable pajamas. She then skillfully turned on the screen, took out the controller, grabbed some potato chips, leaned against a cushion, and finally made herself a strong cup of coffee. She let out a long sigh and prepared to begin her battle tonight.
...
Unlike the unhealthy night owls in the organization, Jiang Xia has good habits of getting up early and going to bed early on days when he's not racing.
The next day, he woke up feeling refreshed and, as usual, went next door for a free meal. While eating, he casually picked up the newspaper on the table and saw that the front page was indeed full of challenges from Suzuki Jirokichi to Kid.
Conan was there too. He skipped over the headlines, flipping through the newspaper with a rustling sound, stuffing bread into his mouth as he muttered, "Why are there so many bombings lately? But they don't seem to be very sophisticated, and no one was hurt. No wonder the pages are so small—the cases are much more interesting."
...
Apart from the mini-detective, who was unusually sensitive to the atmosphere of the case, glancing at the small explosion that had failed to cause any casualties, almost no one else noticed this little detail.
Driven by the power of money, everyone was discussing the challenge issued by Jirokichi Suzuki.
Even Kidd, who isn't particularly sensitive to news, was hit in the face by a news notification that suddenly popped up while he was idly scrolling through his phone.
He glanced at him and flew into a rage: "This old man is provoking me again!"
Beside him, the old man who had been casually wiping his wine glass froze, letting out a helpless sigh: "You still saw me." I had clearly put the newspapers away from the shop...
Seeing that Kaito looked like he wanted to rush over and steal the sapphire back immediately, Terai Kinosuke pushed up his glasses and advised, "Calm down, Kaito, this must be a trap."
Kaito Kuroba was speechless for a moment: "I know. But I can't just not go because there's a trap. This guy is so arrogant, and this news is everywhere—if I pretend not to see it, it would be too embarrassing for the name 'Kid'."
Terai Kinosuke said helplessly, "Suzuki Jirokichi is an advisor to the Suzuki Group. His financial strength is beyond our imagination. Moreover, he took the initiative to provoke us this time, so he must have made thorough preparations... If all else fails, don't issue a warning. Just take the things secretly before he reacts. That way, you can consider it as completing the challenge."
Kaito Kuroba's eye twitched: "This level of embarrassment is only slightly better than playing dead... No, I have to issue a warning like before, and then take that gem!"
Terai Kinosuke was both worried and relieved: "No matter how much danger there is, you achieve your goal without fear... In this respect, you are exactly the same as Master Toichi."
Kidd chuckled: "Anyway, I'll leave the preliminary investigation to you. I'll also take a stroll around that area today to see if there's anything I can use—don't worry, my magic tricks are more than enough to deal with his money offensive, and even if that doesn't work, well..."
You could also try to latch onto the Tengu's coattails... no, I mean, the one with the big wings.
As the monster's long-time gem supplier, if I were in danger, even if it was just to rob him of gems, the tengu would probably lend a helping hand in some way.
...However, this is only the worst-case scenario. Before that, we must rely on our own strength to counter that old man Suzuki's money offensive.
Across from him, Terai Kinosuke, realizing the conversation had stopped halfway through, asked in confusion, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
Kaito Kuroba snapped back to reality: "No! I was just saying."
Whether it's because old people are too stubborn, or because the ghost stories they heard in their youth are etched into their DNA, or because the Tengu's silent demeanor is too frightening... in any case, even now, Grandpa Terai still has a strong prejudice against the monster.
It's best not to tell him about this, lest he not only become uneasy but also increasingly worried.
With that in mind, Kaito Kuroba made up an excuse, left the bar, and went to his own secret room.
This is the room left by his father, the famous magician and unknown phantom thief Kuroba Toichi. Whenever he encounters a problem or prepares to perform, Kid likes to come here to sit and play something left by his father... I don't know whether to call it his last words or his insights.
Coincidentally, every time the content played was closely related to his current situation.
In the quiet, secluded room, Kuroba Toichi's voice echoed softly: "Remember, Kaito. Some audience members will watch our magic with the intention of exposing the tricks."
“This kind of audience is tricky. You can’t always think about overwhelming them with a dazzling array of performances.”
"Magic isn't war; it's something that can make many people happy. In my experience, these nitpicking audiences usually fall into two categories."
"One type is those who want to outshine the magician. For these kinds of customers, we need to find a way to keep them in line."
Kidd: "...?"
That makes sense... but this way of speaking sounds weird, like some kind of ruthless villain.
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