Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 518 I've invested in this project.

Looking at his own back reflected on the monitor screen, Emiya Masayoshi always felt a chill run down his spine.

His device had been hacked, and he had no idea how Qi Ming had found his location.

Emiya Masayoshi stared at the screen.

However, he did not turn his head.

"...Could there be some hidden cameras in this monitoring room? Or have I unlocked something new?"

"Let the system do a self-check, the screen should be back to normal then, right?"

Emiya Masayoshi muttered to himself, then put on his headphones.

Although he was talking to himself, he still deliberately raised his voice.

Clearly, he knows everything; he just doesn't want to face it.

"...Pretty good, a real expert."

Qi Ming, who was filming Emiya Masayoshi's back with a camera pointed at the door of the monitoring room behind him, also heard Emiya Masayoshi's words.

However, I always felt that Emiya Masayoshi's words were originally meant for him.

As expected of someone who designs escape rooms, it seems he has some understanding of traps after making so many, and his response to sensing something was wrong was quite rational.

A counterattack?

If I close my eyes, turn off the volume, and die instantly, then I haven't actually died!

"Alright, Emiya, turn around, okay? What, are you really afraid I'll give you a face-jumping attack? That's no fun, and I'm not that bored."

Qi Ming threw the camera at Emiya Masayoshi, and the scene on the monitor screen changed drastically.

Clang.

The camera landed precisely on the table, and the final image on the screen focused on Emiya Masayoshi's face.

Emiya Masayoshi stared at the screen and saw Qi Ming standing in front of the door. His shoulders relaxed slightly.

Known dangers are always much easier to accept than unknown dangers.

Emiya Masayoshi finally turned his head to look behind him.

However, the moment his eyes left the screen, Qi Ming appeared before Emiya Seigi, wearing a terrifying hood!

thump—

When he met that terrifying face head-on, Emiya Masayoshi's heart skipped a beat. He lost his balance and fell backward from his chair, slamming the back of his head against the table.

"Tsk tsk tsk, still too young."

Qi Ming took off the hood and smiled at Emiya Seigi.

Emiya Masayoshi, panting heavily, quickly retreated several steps from Qi Ming, bracing himself on the ground with both hands.

"Who are you?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Qi Ming raised an eyebrow.

This line feels strangely familiar.

I remember Shinichi Edogawa also asked him this question.

Qi Ming thought for a moment, then grinned.

"I am an alien."

"..."

Emiya Masayoshi suddenly realized that he might have asked a silly question.

"Let's skip the unnecessary formalities."

Qi Ming didn't intend to continue chatting with Emiya Masayoshi and strode towards him.

"To make a long story short, I want to talk to you about something important."

Seeing Qi Ming approach, Emiya Masayoshi instinctively adopted a defensive stance, even though he knew it might be futile.

A deep fear flashed in Emiya Masayoshi's eyes, and he took another step back.

But the next moment, Emiya Masayoshi's body stiffened, and the fear that rose in his heart vanished in an instant.

Why should I be afraid?

Are you afraid of a sinner?

What a joke! I am the righteous one. Even if the other party is very powerful, it is this evil person who should be afraid, right?

"I know I can't beat you."

Seeing that Qi Ming had stopped in front of him, Emiya Masayoshi exhaled a breath of stale air and said coldly.

"Ok?"

Qi Ming tilted his head, looking completely innocent.

"Why are you saying this? I didn't say I was going to hit you."

"We are civilized people, and when we talk about cooperation, we believe in winning people over with virtue."

As Qi Ming spoke, he even bowed and extended his hand to Emiya Masayoshi, his face beaming with a smile—what a sunny, cheerful young man.

However, Emiya Seigi appeared somewhat gloomy.

The moment Qi Ming reached out, a sharp glint flashed in Wei Gong's eyes!

A flash of silver light appeared from the sleeve, and a sharp blade slashed out from the cuff!

"Evil must die! Even if it costs me my life, I will drag you, this inherently evil sinner, down to hell!"

With a low growl, Emiya Masayoshi immediately stood up.

Shouting words of justice, he charged at Qi Ming like a caged beast enraged by a desperate act of mutual destruction!

The movement was swift; the sharp blade was already at Qi Ming's neck in an instant!

That is, the difference between the hidden blade and Qi Ming's skin is only 0.0001 centimeters. Emiya Masayoshi's lips curled into a cold smile.

Logically speaking, he had seen Qi Ming's journey on the screen and knew what kind of abilities Qi Ming possessed.

Even a gun couldn't hurt Qi Ming, so what was the point of him struggling and stabbing him with a knife?

But ordinary knives are indeed useless.

However, his hidden blade is no ordinary hidden blade.

It's a hidden blade capable of causing real damage!

Ding--

A crisp sound rang out in the monitoring room as the sharp blade struck Qi Ming's neck squarely, giving Emiya Masayoshi a goosebump.

The scene of Qi Ming's head falling to the ground, which I had imagined, did not occur.

On the contrary, Emiya Masayoshi's face showed a look of pain.

My arm hurts so much from the shock; it feels like I've been slashed against some iron pillar!

What's that thing around this person's neck? Is it encased in an iron plate?

"..."

Qi Ming looked down at his unharmed neck, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Grabbing Emiya's wrist as he held the sword, Qi Ming snapped Emiya's hidden blade in two.

The prop is damaged.

Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Emiya Masayoshi's expression stiffened.

"My hidden blade!"

"Tsk."

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at Emiya Masayoshi, who was kneeling on the ground touching his half-drawn hidden sword.

I don't know what's so heartbreaking about such a broken thing.

"What's wrong with you? You just said you couldn't beat me, and now you're trying to provide services? Your knife is too dull even for trimming dead skin."

"impossible!"

Emiya Masayoshi looked up in disbelief.

"This is a weapon capable of causing real damage, so why aren't you injured at all!"

"This."

Qi Ming shrugged.

"You did lose health, but your true damage is only 10 points... It's hard to say."

"Ten, ten, ten o'clock?!"

Seeing Emiya Masayoshi's bewildered expression, Qi Ming touched his neck and sighed.

"This is a one-time offense... Come to think of it, I feel like I've become a lot kinder. If it were before, I would have killed you long ago."

"And are you out of your mind? You say one thing and do another, knowing you can't beat me but still trying to attack me?"

Emiya Masayoshi was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with resentment as he glared at Qi Ming.

"Evil must die! As long as I have a breath left..."

"Alright, alright, evil must die, dragged into hell... I can recite your lines by heart."

Qi Ming interrupted him impatiently, feeling a little annoyed.

You're the villain, aren't you?

He's clearly the victim, but you've made him sound so passionate, like he's some kind of bad guy.

"Okay, listen carefully to what I have to say."

Qi Ming tied up Emiya Masayoshi and began pacing around the monitoring room like a client inspecting a project.

"Your place is creative enough, the 'Six Paths' gimmick is good, and the atmosphere is quite underworldly, it has that vibe, but these mechanisms..."

The monitoring on the screen was restored, and Qi Ming tapped on it and said.

"Too rough, not refined enough."

Qi Ming turned his head and looked at Emiya Masayoshi again.

Emiya Masayoshi's face was now grim, with his lips twitching, and he had a look that said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Qi Ming knelt down in front of Emiya Masayoshi, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"So, I've invested in your project!"