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

Chapter 498 Let's start a live stream

Qi Ming stood up and curiously touched and looked around, as information about the current scene came to mind.

It's like an independent home system.

But it seems it can only be used as a prison cell; it can't even accommodate some recreational facilities.

Rubbish.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qi Ming took out the bed from his backpack, lay down, and waited for Emiya Masayoshi to say that the game would begin.

However, it took Qi Ming almost 5 minutes to realize that something was wrong.

Come to think of it, those two are still asleep, right?

Qi Ming looked at the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling and decisively hacked it in.

Although this place is Emiya's tool of justice, it is his territory.

But numbers are the only true measure of success, and Qi Ming can criticize them as he pleases.

His vision connected to the surveillance cameras, which kept switching between different screens. Qi Ming saw Shinichi Kudo and Vermouth lying in different rooms.

Judging from their expressions, neither of them showed any sign of waking up.

"We don't have to wait for these two to wake up before we can play, do we?"

Qi Ming switched cameras again and saw Emiya Masayoshi in a room filled with surveillance screens.

The young man is sitting in a chair, intently writing something.

On the side of the table was a sheet of white paper with black writing on it. While Qi Ming was waiting, Emiya Masayoshi had already finished writing a page.

Qi Ming zoomed in on the image, and what Emiya Masayoshi was writing on the paper came into view.

Shinichi Kudo, you are a great detective, even called the Sherlock Holmes of the Reiwa era. You seem to have been born to be a detective, a beacon of light for the police and the innocent.

However, no one knows that behind this beam of light lies a black hole that devours the light. In places unseen by people, you use violence to subdue prisoners, and your hands are already stained with blood.

I, the judge, hereby declare you guilty.

"..."

Qi Ming understood.

Emiya Masayoshi is writing the opening remarks for later.

While you do look quite dashing when you're judging people, you look really silly when you're making up those cringeworthy dialogues.

"call."

During the surveillance footage, Masayoshi Emiya stopped writing; he had just finished another script.

What he accomplished this time was what he was going to say to Vermouth later.

Qi Ming looked at it curiously again, and after he finished looking at the last punctuation mark, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Shinichi Kudo is alright, since Masayoshi Emiya knows he's a detective.

As for Vermouth, Emiya Masayoshi didn't know anything about her, so he just made up an identity for her—

A naturally evil holy maiden of a demonic cult.

She used her beauty to manipulate others, committing arson, murder, and robbery, bringing the entire Metropolitan Police Department to its knees at her high heels...

I wonder what Vermouth will think when she hears these words.

However, Qi Ming was curious about how Emiya Masayoshi would write his own story in the future.

However, after finishing the Vermouth arc, Masayoshi Emiya did not write any more.

He can't write it.

If he were to actually write down everything Qi Ming did, it would be at least a college entrance exam essay.

There's no need to write about him; he's a complete devil, and I'm too lazy to waste my breath arguing with him.

Seeing that Emiya Masayoshi didn't make a move, Qi Ming also lost interest and disconnected from the surveillance system, lying on the bed with his legs crossed, scrolling through his phone.

Normally, cell phone signals are blocked for people who come in.

However, for Qi Ming, who is abnormal, signal jamming is of no use to him.

While scrolling through videos, Qi Ming happened to come across a video reviewing a haunted house, and an idea popped into his head.

"Maybe I could start a live stream now? And get all the people in the organization to send me gifts and boost my viewership?"

"...No, I don't need them to send me gifts. I'll just have Megan hack the live streaming platform and maximize the traffic."

In the monitoring room, Emiya Masayoshi stretched and glanced at the screen in front of him.

Vermouth and Shinichi Kudo were still lying on the ground, unconscious, while Qi Ming was lying in bed playing on his phone, waiting for his two companions to wake up.

Seeing this, Emiya Masayoshi also crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes, preparing to rest for a while.

"..."

The next second, his tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and he leaned forward, staring intently at the screen where Qi Ming was.

What's this?

Why does that person's room have such a large, luxurious bed?

And why was he already awake? And even playing on his phone?

Isn't the signal blocked here?

Seeing Qi Ming's mouth opening and closing, Emiya Masayoshi quickly turned on the audio and put on his headphones.

A moment later, Qi Ming's voice came through the earphones in the room.

"Thank you for the gift that made me want to touch the streamer's abs, thank you for the abs."

"Ah, the streamer isn't from the looks category, the streamer is from the outdoor category. Look, everyone, I'm in an escape room scene right now. The game will start in a bit. I'm here to review the escape room."

"..."

Emiya Masayoshi is currently quite confused.

This looks like someone is doing a live stream.

Doing a live stream in a place with absolutely no signal? Are you kidding me!

Emiya Masayoshi felt something was off, but then a guess began to form in his mind.

This person is a top-tier villain who has done all sorts of bad things.

Such heinous villains are not mentally sound.

So he's... having a seizure, right?

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

Although most people understand this principle, most people don't actually do it.

This is Emiya Seimei's territory.

Even the most vicious criminals are no different from cattle or sheep to be slaughtered in his hands.

With his doubts dispelled, Emiya Masayoshi breathed a sigh of relief, took off his headphones, closed his eyes again, and leaned back in his chair.

Go ahead and have your episode; while you can still speak, go ahead and have your episode.

Anyway, I, the miracle doctor, will soon completely cure your illness.