Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Gushe's expression changed upon hearing this.

When the team leader saw her expression, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly asked her to press the speakerphone.

She pressed the speakerphone button, turned the volume on her phone to the maximum, and asked what she cared about most: "Huihui, where did you make the call? Is there anyone else around?"

Gushe believes that girls will never fight in KTV. She is quite smart, and with a father like that, she has always had a strong sense of self-protection and would not do anything like giving away someone's life.

"I'm in the dormitory. Two roommates have gone out, and one is sleeping..."

The girl paused and seemed to be looking around.

"The curtains of her bed are closed, so she probably hasn't woken up. She usually sleeps very hard... I gave you the blow because there were few people around."

Gushe went to the dormitory when he was moving the girl's luggage. She lived in a four-person dormitory, with the classic bed and table. As long as the bed curtains were pulled up, it was difficult for people below to see what was going on inside.

She glanced at the team leader next to her. He was not as familiar with the girl as she was. He just nodded slightly and didn't answer.

"How do you know?" Gushe continued to confirm.

"Our dormitory went to... that KTV to sing last night. When I was about to go back after singing, I saw the door of the private room next door was open, and there were a lot of bullet-like things on the table. Someone was slumped on the sofa... because my roommate urged me, I left without taking a closer look.”

The girl's voice gradually increased because of her anxiety, but she quickly suppressed it.

"I came back very late yesterday, plus there was an early class today, so I went to bed as soon as I arrived at the dormitory, and now I have just come back from class. The more I think about those things last night, the more wrong I feel... After all, my dad... Then I checked online and found that those things were very similar to laughing gas bombs, so I called you."

The sheath could tell that the girl was afraid.

Unlike when she reported her father for taking drugs before, she was afraid that she would accuse her of going to KTV, so after talking about going there, she quickly mentioned that she was taking classes well.

Gu Sheo, who paid for her tuition and living expenses, did not blame the other party for these things. He only focused on the key points and said: "Inform your counselor and ask the counselor to go to the school leader."

She knew that some schools liked to press for trouble, but if this thing appeared in the KTV at the school gate, it would cause more serious consequences if she concealed it - especially since the girl had already called the police, there was no use hiding it.

"Okay!" the girl responded quickly.

The team leader knew what university she was in, so he took out his cell phone and quickly called the bureau to inform him of the incident.

Gushe explained a few more words, such as not to leave the school for the time being, not to go to that KTV again, not to mention this matter in the class group, and to ask the school to come forward to avoid there being people who take drugs, and then accurately retaliate against her...

When she was about to hang up the phone, Gushe thought for a while and added another sentence.

“Give me the name and basic information of your roommate,” she said. “Send it via text or WeChat, but don’t say it on the phone.”

Some things are not afraid of 10,000, but afraid of just in case.

"Okay." The girl said.

……

Three months later, the story was in the news.

——Using a KTV as a clue, the police uncovered a laughing gas project.

Gushe had basically no contact with the girl during this period. It wasn't until another university near the school made news because of her blind pursuit of stars that the girl sent her a message and asked her if she had been busy recently.

"I'm done. Are you free? Let's go have afternoon tea today."

"Okay! Meet me at the old coffee shop, I'll wait for you there."

Gushe did not drive and took the subway to the university town.

Although the earliest laughing gas bombs found in this case came from a KTV outside the school, according to the prisoners' confession, it was the first time they brought anything there, and they were caught before word spread.

When she got off the subway, she saw the playful but peaceful crowds of people coming and going around her. Many of them were students. My depressed mood due to long-term overtime work suddenly improved a lot.

——The stability in front of them is the meaning of their efforts.

Gushe quickly arrived at the agreed coffee shop.

Because it is located near the school, there are several tables occupied even if it is not lunch time. The girl had been waiting for a long time. When she saw her coming in, she quickly waved to her.

"Did you order something?" Gushe asked after sitting down.

"Okay, I ordered strawberry cake, and I ordered you your favorite mint soda and opera cake. If it's not enough, you can ask for more."

She likes mint-flavored things and often uses mint to wake her up. Everyone who knows her knows this.

She didn't order anything more, but before the food arrived, she asked about the situation at the girl's school: "Is the school peaceful recently?"

"Nothing happened. No one touched my building or my class... When we were first notified in the class group, everyone was shocked," the girl said.

"That's good."

Gushe smiled.

Domestic anti-drug propaganda was pretty good. When she was in elementary school, she had seen real, uncoded photos of drug addicts on the school bulletin board.

The principal at that time was very strict about this aspect. In addition to popularizing the dangers of drugs, he also organized the whole school to watch a movie about the history of human experimentation, which left a deep shadow on her childhood...

The waiter brought the things to the table, and the girl put her portion in front of her eyes, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"But I have a roommate...well, I don't know if it has anything to do with this. She just...just broke up with her boyfriend suddenly."

——Very strange, Gushe felt a bad premonition.

"...Roommate?" she asked, "The one who was sleeping up there at the time?"

"Ah."

The girl nodded: "She was the one who reminded me before at KTV. You asked me for her information."

In fact, Gushe had done some research on that roommate... no, rather than checking, it was more like asking the counselor and the girl some questions.

There was no problem with her roommate at home. The only thing that bothered Gushe was that the girl told her that her roommate had found a boyfriend outside the school shortly after entering school. He was already working, and the two went on dates every weekend.

Gushe herself was not suffering from delusions of persecution. She asked at that time only because the roommate was nearby when the girl made the phone call... Since the preliminary investigation was all right, she naturally would not bite the bullet. She was not one of those detectives in novels.

She took a sip of her soda.

A chill spread silently from his stomach to his heart.

The girl continued: "Sister Gu, do you know what happened at the university next door? She was chasing Korean stars and sent a box of rubber shoes to the base over there."

Gushe put down the cup. She had been distracted just now and thought she was sending something to the mold over there. Then she recovered and realized it was the local army.

Although the mold has spread to many countries, there are only a few countries without local armies.

"I heard from a colleague that his daughter also likes celebrities. He was so frightened that he quickly asked her if she was involved."

But this is just gossip. The girl only fell in love occasionally, watching the drama they filmed, and nothing else was involved. When her father called and asked, she was confused.

Gushe didn't care about this kind of thing. She only remembered some celebrities who were often on trending searches, looking at their terrible popularity and fans... and some drug addicts, she remembered this more clearly.

"Is anyone among your classmates involved?" she asked.

"No." The girl quickly denied, "The mastermind was exposed, and her photos were posted online. She has a similar hairstyle to mine, so some people stared at me in school today..."

Gushe was helpless when she heard this.

Contacting foreign troops to send things, and Internet violence, these cases basically had nothing to do with her, but she was in the police station and had seen some people who called the police, especially the latter.

Internet violence has become more and more serious in recent years, and some people who are victims of Internet violence may even commit suicide, while those who violently face them will not be punished.

Gushe was worried that the girl would be mistaken and wanted to persuade her to change her hairstyle. Just then, she heard the sound of a chair moving next door, and a man suddenly stood up.

There was not much movement, but there was a sense of uneasiness in Gushe. This uneasiness was vaguely present when she entered the store. At this moment, when she and the man looked at each other, it was infinitely amplified!

"!!!"

Almost the moment the man pulled out the knife and stabbed her, Gushe grabbed his arm, but his flushed face looked like he had just taken medicine, and he was strong enough to break away from her in an instant.

The knife penetrated the belly of the sheath.

There was silence in the coffee shop for a moment, and then there was a scream.

This sound and the dripping blood stimulated the man. He opened his mouth and smiled, and the teeth in his mouth showed signs of slight corrosion.

He suddenly pulled out the knife and stabbed her several times, leaving a bloody hole every time. Seeing that the sheath could no longer hold up and fell to the ground, he threw the knife away, turned around and ran out!

No one stopped him.

And the sheath fell. …

What happened next, Gushe was in a daze.

She heard the sound of the ambulance and felt herself being carried into the car. She heard the doctor and the girl talking in her ear. The girl kept crying and apologizing to her.

Gushe wanted to comfort her.

She had to tell her that it wasn't her fault, whether it was reporting unknown objects near the school to the police or inviting her over for a meal. Don't blame yourself.

——When he inherited his father’s warning, he was mentally prepared to die on this road.

But Gushe couldn't say a word.

She felt increasingly sleepy.

It was as if a hand kept pulling her toward the darkness. The voices, cries, and apologies around her all moved away from her little by little, and her world was about to sink into the silence of a tomb.

can not sleep……

Sheath tried to keep her eyes open, but her body wouldn't obey.

While in pain, she thought of many things.

It was five years since she became a police officer and four years after joining the anti-narcotics detachment.

She is twenty-seven years old.

She lost her father forever twenty-two years ago when she was five. He was also an anti-narcotics cop, he was stabbed to death by a drug dealer, and she cried at his funeral.

He was also twenty-seven years old at the time.

...I want it too, are you dead?

As this thought flashed through her mind, Gushe heard a harsh sound of brakes and a crash.

The sound was like the God of Death playing the loudest rock music. Then, the sound disappeared again, and her world was spinning.

Then there was complete silence.

……

Gushe opened her eyes.

She found that she "woke up" again, and the hospital in front of her was obviously not a hospital.

A voice rang in her ear, asking her if she would like to become a player in the world of "Detective Conan" and introducing her to the rules of the game.

Facing the time-travel, Gushe's first reaction was——

"How is she? Where are the others in the car?"

At this time, Gushe had realized that she had been in a car accident again on the way to the hospital.

She is in danger, but what about the others?

【you are dead. They were only slightly injured. 】

Gushe breathed a sigh of relief with complicated emotions, and then began to think about the system's words.

The system just said that there are seven players in total, and most of them are seriously injured people near her - it was a series of accidents. The other people in the ambulance were not seriously injured, but many people around were injured - as long as they complete the task, they will Can return to reality.

It feels like a very old-fashioned novel plot. As long as you complete the system's tasks, you can be resurrected in reality...

Gushe thought so, but the system's next words nailed her soul to the spot.

【without you. Only them. 】

"……what?"

Gushe was stunned.

She passed the physical health test and thought she had lost too much blood and heard wrongly.

【without you. Because you are one of the special players, the only one among all the players who has died. 】

[Most of the others were only seriously injured and fell into coma in reality. They can wake up once the mission is completed and the game is over. 】

【And you will die completely. 】

Gushe was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at the system space in front of her.

The world before her eyes was pitch black.

……

When Gushe woke up again, she had entered the game world.

She stayed in a simple bedroom with only a bed, a table and a handbag.

I don't know how long this place hasn't been cleaned properly. The floor is dirty and there is an uncomfortable smell in the air.

It was said to be a game, but the smell and touch were very real... There were no other electronic devices around her, only a mobile phone and a ring lying quietly by her hand.

At this time Gushe was still in a daze.

From her head to her body, her whole body was in a state of confusion.

She lowered her head blankly and picked up the phone. Her finger accidentally touched the system, and her identity here jumped out instantly.

The first line is her name——

[Name: Gushe]

The same as her name in reality.

Gushe stared blankly at his name.

This was given to her by her parents and was her first gift in the world.

鞘。

A kind of protective gear that can prevent sharp blades from hurting others.

Corn sheath.

A traditional color.

Some people say it is orange, while others say it is red. Her parents support the latter more and think it is a special kind of red, so they named her as their expectation.

Sheath red is not as sweet as pink, nor as warm as fiery red, but it is the color of autumn.

——Symbolizes the joy of harvest and a bright future.

glorious future……

Gushe's body shook heavily.

She opened her eyes wide, with renewed light, and turned to look into the room.

Being stabbed, encountering a car accident, suddenly traveling through time, being declared dead by the system... Gushe had already reacted to a series of events, and she realized where the smell came from and what it was.

She rolled out of bed, walked to her handbag and opened it, and sure enough she saw a large amount of white powder inside.

...It’s over 15kg, which is enough for the death penalty in China to be executed immediately.

What is her identity here...

At this time, Gushe felt her phone vibrate.

[Send this shipment to No. 11, 5-chome, Minato City. ——Akamatsu]

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The protagonist is the only aboriginal, and the heroine is the only deceased.

The two of them are undercover agents themselves, and they are also "undercover agents" among players - their true positions are different from others. (End of chapter)