Chapters 3575 & 3587 [Buying a Game] Requesting Monthly Tickets o(〃'▽'〃)o
"So, should we pre-order this new copy?"
Curaçao, lost in thought with a serious expression, said, "Although those CGs of Uzo gave me nightmares, what if, what if there are some new developments in this new instance that we have to be careful about?"
As an intelligence officer, one should know the importance of every piece of intelligence—even those seemingly insignificant documents that are thrown to the sidelines can occasionally have some unexpected effects.
"More importantly, I remember in many movies, the information that was missed due to a momentary lapse in judgment often contained a fatal key point."
"Although reality isn't a movie, there's someone who likes to write movies using human lives. If I'm like those poor cannon fodder and unfortunately miss out on this new storyline..."
Curaçao clenched his fist and stopped in his tracks.
Although she is confident in her skills, it doesn't mean she enjoys being in danger—as an intelligence agent, she tries her best to avoid risks by gathering intelligence.
And clearly, compared to the battle royale games like those in the movies that Bourbon experienced, it's definitely simpler to stay at home and comfortably play a game.
After an incredibly intense struggle, and standing frozen on the street like a statue for a while, Curacao finally twirled her shoe and walked back to the shop she had just passed, silently placing a pre-order.
"Oh well, I guess I'll just consider it as buying a horror game." As she walked out of the bookstore again, Curaçao felt a lot lighter, as if she had given up on everything.
Horror games on the market have absolutely no effect on her—ghosts, suddenly appearing figures, bosses attacking from behind doors… In the instant a crisis occurs, even if she is only peeking through the limited perspective of a screen, she can think of countless ways to dodge and then slit the opponent's throat with a swift backhand.
Of course, some ghosts cannot be attacked with weapons, but such things do not exist in reality, so Curaçao is even less afraid of them.
In short, after playing one or two horror games and getting a general idea of the plot, she quickly lost interest in the genre.
...But this game is different.
This game really gave her a sudden jolt, allowing her to experience the feeling that ordinary people have when playing horror games.
"A controlled horror environment can hone my mental resilience and crisis management skills. And compared to ghosts and weapons, the unexpected scenes of Uzos pressing their faces against mine, and the inexplicable wall slams, allow me to get closer to that emotion, so..."
As he was thinking, Curaçao's gaze suddenly paused.
The next second, she casually lowered her eyes, abandoned her original route, and smoothly turned into a side alley.
—Walking along this street, you can see several familiar figures in the distance. Even though they are too far away to see their faces clearly, Curaçao has already recognized them by their build and walking posture, as well as the combination of three tall and one short, two men and two women, as Uzo's most commonly used team configuration.
"...How unlucky to run into them again."
By timing it perfectly, Curaçao successfully entered the alley before being discovered by the group.
After concealing herself, she turned back with some unease and looked towards the alley entrance.
Thankfully, nothing scary followed.
Curaçao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to quicken her pace to leave through the alley, but when she turned around, she suddenly stopped—there was someone else in front of her!
The man was wearing a black suit, a black tie, and black sunglasses. His distinctive curly hair made Curaçao immediately recognize him: Uzo's lackey!
What is he doing here?!
...And they were so close, practically face to face, yet they didn't even notice??
For a moment, Curaçao felt as if she were experiencing a real-life horror game. A cold sweat broke out on her brow as she quietly gripped her weapon, but of course, the person opposite her didn't attack.
The fake Uzo simply nodded politely to her, then stepped aside in a gentlemanly manner to make way for her.
Curaçao: "..."
What's the meaning?
Was it really just a coincidence?
Curaçao watched him warily, sensing something amiss. But if she didn't move forward and simply retreated from the alley, she would inevitably run into Uzo himself.
...Compared to him, this subordinate seems easier to deal with. At worst, I can shoot him dead and then flee overseas.
A multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind, but Curaçao's face remained largely expressionless.
She nodded calmly to the fake Uzo, then passed him by, her steps seemingly unhurried but actually swift, cautiously traversing the short alley to the adjacent street.
"...You really made it out of that alley?" Curaçao looked around, gazing at the bustling pedestrians in the commercial district, momentarily incredulous.
"However, we can't be careless. They've even summoned that subordinate to the vicinity. Could it be that Uzo is planning something big here?"
Curaçao wasn't sure, but she didn't really want to gamble. After thinking for a moment, she quickly walked to the parking lot, took out her phone, and began sending emails to the lawyer Shirai's client—who was also Curaçao's target—to change the meeting location.
...
On another street, separated by a building.
Jiang Xia, sensing the rapidly disappearing aloe vera mass of murderous intent, couldn't help but look down at Conan: "..." Why did they just leave like that? Shouldn't there be some kind of strange corpse or something in the alley?
Conan, under his disappointed gaze, inexplicably tilted his head: "?"
Jiang Xia didn't say much and withdrew his gaze: Fortunately, when Curaçao turned her head, she was startled and released a lot of soft killing intent, and she quickly restrained her emotions, making that killing intent exceptionally easy to exploit.
Watching the chibi version of Matsuda Jinpei struggling to move this way, carrying a huge mass of murderous intent, Jiang Xia nodded secretly, barely managing to console himself.
Nearby, two high school girls were oblivious to the medium's brief disappointment. Ran Mouri quickly noticed something and said to Jiang Xia, "The barbershop I mentioned earlier is this one."
Conan looked up and saw the shop's name written in large characters on the signboard at the entrance—"Green".
"Green?" Conan muttered. "What a coincidence. I remember meeting Mrs. Megure at the hospital. Her name was also Green."
Although the two are completely unrelated, and green is indeed a very common word, this inexplicable coincidence still made Conan pay more attention.
Ran Mouri smiled and said, "Actually, the manager's name is also 'Green'. Besides her, there is another hairstylist in the shop named Mika. She does an excellent job of styling. Before I go to formal banquets, I often come here to have her style my hair."
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