Chapter 48 Conan

"System prompt: Welcome host to the transfer station... Now enter the selection interface..." As the system prompt sounded, Ren Yi felt that the space was changing again...

The originally dark space began to become brighter, and the monotonous black world was filled with brilliance...

"Am I... watching a cartoon?" Ren Yi couldn't help but complain.

"System prompt: You are about to enter the selection interface. Warm reminder: The host body cannot enter the dungeon world. The dungeon world is controlled by soul possession..."

"What about my charm?" Ren Yi asked.

"System prompt: The talisman has been soul-bound to the host and will follow the host into the instance..."

"That's good..." Ren Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"System prompt: Successfully entered the selection interface, now the host is asked to start selecting the copy world..."

As several scenes that looked very much like childhood cartoons flashed by, a complicated expression began to appear on Ren Yi's calm face.

"What the hell is this?" Ren Yisheng looked helplessly at the options in front of him.

Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf……

Crayon Shin-chan…

Bears are out...

Sheriff Black Cat...

Calabash baby...

"Are you playing with me?" Ren Yi said with a dark face.

"System prompt: The dungeon world is used to earn faith points. Generally, the level of danger is relatively low..."

"This is too low..."

"System, isn't there another...world that combines danger and daily life?" Ren Yi asked whimsically.

"System prompt: Searching..."

"Well... it's not very likely..." Just when Ren Yi was complaining uninterestedly...

"System prompt: A world that meets the target has been found..."

"What? Really?" Ren Yi shouted in surprise.

"System prompt: Does the host choose to enter the world of Detective Conan?"

"Conan?" Ren Yi was stunned after hearing this.

Memories of childhood...ah, the shadow emerges...

I still remember that when I was a kid, Conan had an inexplicable magic that attracted me to watch him, but it would scare me so much that I would wrap myself in the quilt every time. The most disgusting thing was... that TV station didn't broadcast Conan in the morning or at noon. Conan, Conan is not broadcast in the afternoon, it is Conan’s home field from evening to late at night! !

"System prompt: Soul travel is about to take place, host please be prepared..."

"Huh? Okay... okay." Ren Yi responded quickly after reacting from the memory.

…

"Xiaolan!!"

As a cheerful male voice sounded, a beautiful female high school student with a unicorn hair turned around.

"Shinichi!"

"Hahaha...Sorry, sorry, late..." Shinichi smiled ashamedly.

"Hmph~ When will you change your habit of being late..." Xiaolan complained.

"Hahaha..." Shinichi could only respond with an awkward yet elegant laugh.

"Really...it's all your fault. Look, there are already so many people waiting in line!" Xiaolan pointed to the location of the roller coaster in the distance and said with full resentment.

"Hehe... It's not too late to queue now..." Shinichi said, running towards the queue...

Xiaolan reluctantly picked up her bag and followed.

"Wait a minute... find an opportunity to kill him!"

"Huh?" Shinichi looked at the two men in black in front of him with a solemn expression.

"Shhh~ don't talk. There are too many people here. Let's go to another place..." One of the tall, thin men in black said.

Then, I saw a tall, thin man in black and a strong man in black walking towards the small woods next to them.

Shinichi watched them calmly...

"Shinichi!"

"Ah?!" Xiaolan's sudden shouting shocked Xinyi...

"What's wrong? Shinichi." Xiaolan looked at the drum washing machine that looked strange in front of her in confusion.

"No...it's okay...ah! Xiaolan, I suddenly have a stomachache. I need to go to the toilet first. You can play first..." Shinichi said and ran towards the small forest next to him.

"Wait... Shinichi..." Xiaolan looked blankly at Shinichi who was walking away.

There was a strange voice in Xiaolan's heart, telling her that this was probably the last time she would see Shinichi...

In the woods...

"Why is that guy so slow?" Vodka complained with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the watch on his hand.

"Don't be anxious...vodka, after all...he doesn't have much time left. He needs to live a little longer..." Gin adjusted his hat and raised his mouth slightly while holding the cigarette.

"Ah! Sorry, I kept you two waiting for so long..." At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker walked in from the side street.

"Huh? Are you here?" Gin lowered his hat to hide his smile for convenience.

"Without further ado, let's start trading..." Vodka said and walked behind the tree on the side.

The man looked at Vodka who was hiding behind the tree with caution.

"Huh? Don't be nervous. He did it to avoid anyone waiting during our transaction..." Gin explained after seeing the man's movements.

"Hmm..." The man seemed to accept this statement, but his eyes still glanced at the vodka from time to time.

"Okay, where's the money?" Gin asked.

The man withdrew his gaze, stared at Gin, and then opened the suitcase in his hand.

"That's... almost 100 million, right? Shinichi hid behind a wall and took a sneaky look.

"Okay, where are the films?" the man asked anxiously.

"It's the film of your company's smuggled firearms, right? I've already got that, take it..." Gin said and threw a film to the man.

"That's all the negatives are, right?" the man asked uncertainly.

"Yes, that's all." Gin replied.

"Okay, then I'm leaving..." the man said and hurriedly ran towards the street.

"Huh? Is the deal over?" Shinichi was still behind the wall.

At this time, a man in black holding an iron rod slowly approached Shinichi...

"The detective game is over, kid..."

Then, a stick hit Shinichi in the back of the head.

"Ah!" Shinichi screamed in pain, and then passed out.

"Damn it! I'm actually being followed by this brat." Vodka said, putting his hand into his pocket and taking out a gun.

"Wait a minute...the police are still around, use this..." Gin stopped him loudly, and then took out a box of medicine.

"This is a poison newly developed by the organization. The toxin cannot be detected from the corpse after death. No human experiments have been conducted yet, so let's try it on this kid..." As he said, he stuffed the poison into Shinichi's mouth and drank it with water. Drink it down.

"Okay... let's go." After doing all this, Gin and Vodka turned around and left, heading towards the street.

And Shinichi, who had been given poison, lay on the ground twitching...

No one noticed that a purple crack quietly opened in the sky, and a dark golden soul-shaped dragon flew out from it...

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Second update... Entering the world of Conan... I don't know what you think, just think of it as a vacation. I feel that Conan is actually quite easy to write. I see that you think Tiga is a bit slow, so I opened a copy for a change. Good night, see you tomorrow, although it will probably be one o'clock in the afternoon when I open my eyes.