Chapter 1: Haha, the Mourning Party!
A scarlet sunset stained the white clouds in the sky, and the sunset sprinkled the earth through the bright red clouds.
On the roof of an abandoned high-rise building, a man with flowing hair is aiming at something with a sniper rifle.
"Whoosh!"
With a sharp hiss, a smile appeared on the man's face, and then he put down the sniper rifle in his hand, indifferently took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, looked at the red patch of the sky, and took a deep breath.
"Mission accomplished, call it a day!"
"Quick! That sniper must still be up there, block him. At this time, there was a commotion at the top of the roof staircase.
"Hmm!" The man with broken hair narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "It's coming pretty fast!" It's really not good, just this one exit, how can I escape? ”
The man said that it was not good, but his face looked unconcerned, and he did not hurry to disassemble the sniper rifle on the ground.
With a "bang", the gate of the rooftop was kicked open, and seven or eight strong men rushed up with guns in their hands.
"Oh! Is that all there is to it? The man with broken hair calmly glanced at the big man who rushed up, and there was an extra spherical object in his hand at some point.
"It's a grenade! Flash! ”
"Lie down!"
With a loud "bang", the rooftop fell silent again.
"Yes, this world is cool, even the grenades can be obtained, next time get a few more." The man with broken hair smiled faintly again, picked up the sniper rifle that had been disassembled on the ground, and walked indifferently to the gate of the rooftop, ignoring the bloody patch on the ground, and occasionally took out a pistol to make up for the big man on the ground
It's been three years since I came into this world!
Duanmu Xuan unconsciously fiddled with the mouse in his hand, but he was thinking about the bits and pieces of the past three years in his mind.
Until now, he couldn't believe that he had actually crossed over, and traveled to the world of this favorite anime in his previous life, Detective Conan.
In his previous life, Duanmuxuan was the king of the Chinese secret special forces, and he retired because of a special mission, and then returned to his hometown, relying on the few houses left to him by his family, living a free and easy chartered life, playing games every day, watching anime, and living as comfortable as he wanted.
But one day, he woke up and found that everything had become stranger, and he had become a Japanese named Sa and Shu, who was still an inappropriate killer, usually only doing small tasks, but dreaming of becoming the world's top killer.
Duanmuxuan thought that if he occupied other people's bodies, he had to help others realize his "last wish", so Duanmuxuan did the murderous thing. Anyway, he is not a good person, when he was a special forces soldier in his previous life, he didn't know how much blood was on his hands.
Although the people who died at his hands were some drug dealers, murderers and the like, he didn't resist being a killer very much, and besides, this is still an island country, and he has some resentful attributes except for liking anime and romantic action movies here, he doesn't have any good feelings for anything else.
When he first crossed over, he didn't know that this was the world of Detective Conan, and thought it was just some parallel space.
It wasn't until two years ago that he ran into Shinichi Kudo, known as Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, because of an assassination mission, that he knew that he had come to the world of this legendary dead first-year.
What a hassle! Duanmu Xuan scratched his head with a headache, and when he met Conan, the plague god, would he be killed by Conan!
And! As a traverser, his biggest golden finger is the prediction of the plot of Detective Conan's world, even if some ordinary cases are not very clear, but for the main line, he is very familiar with the chest, since he knows that he came to the world of Conan, he has been deliberately remembering the main plot.
But there is a huge bug in this foreknowledge.
That's not knowing who the final **oss is!
When he crossed over, 73 hadn't finished Conan yet, and if it was like the Internet circulating in his previous life, **oss was Maori, Kudo Yusaku or something, then he would have to be trapped.
But! There is a little mourning in this world! Thinking of this, Duanmu Xuan smiled cheaply.
His Royal Highness is his favorite anime character in his previous life, he is a die-hard member of the Ke Ai Party, and he often sprays the sky in the dark with those Xinlan Party in Zhihu.
Haha, with me here, there is no need to argue about the Xinlan Party, only Xuan Ai!
In this life, I will protect Xiao Mourning!
It took Duanmu Xuan more than a long time to come back to his senses.
I handed in the task first.,It's estimated that there will be few tasks in the future.,The last wish of this body has been completed for him.,The washing machine (new one-kun) is also in the second year of high school.,The main plot is estimated to start soon!
Duanmuxuan opened the browser and entered the link to the Killer-Hand website.
Looking at the bright red S behind his account, he nodded with satisfaction, not bad, his hand was not born yet, and he was promoted to the S level in three years, although it is only the ranking of this organization, but it also represents the world's top level to a certain extent.
"Goshawk, there is a big deal, are you interested!" Someone sent him a station letter.
Goshawk is Duanmu Xuan's code name in the dark world, and it was also his code name in the army.
"I want to take a break for a while and stop taking tasks for a while."
"Oh, then I'll put it on the list."
It was his manager who sent him a text message, what was his specific name, and where Duanmuxuan was from, but he called himself Lao Mo.
Lao Mo is his, and he is also the manager of several killers, of course, how many are there, who Duanmu Xuan doesn't know, anyway, there is more than one.
Lao Mo is usually responsible for providing him with tasks, equipment, intelligence, etc., and then pressing the force to draw commissions, ranging from 1 percent to 10 percent.
Turning off the computer and checking the time, Duanmuxuan came to the window, lifted a little curtain, and looked at a mansion opposite.
"Shinichi, don't forget tomorrow's promise, we finally have time to go to Dorobiga Paradise to play."
"I see, what time is it tomorrow?"
"I'll call you tomorrow at 9 a.m."
"Hi, hi."
In front of the mansion opposite, there is a pair of men and women, who are the protagonists of the world of Mingke, Shinichi Kudo and Mao Lilan.
Tomorrow's appointment? Tomorrow? Tomorrow is the day when the new one gets smaller, and it's finally time to wait!
Duanmu Xuan was a little excited, since he knew two years ago that this was the world of Detective Conan, he began to arrange, not only did he buy a house diagonally opposite the new house, that is, directly opposite the doctor's house, but he didn't know how many times he had rehearsed the plan to get close to the new one.
"Good evening, Shinichi, back from school? Have you eaten? Would you like to go for a bite together? Duanmu Xuan said hello to Shinichi, who was still opening the door.
"Hey, it's Mr. Duanmu, good evening, no, you go first."
In fact, Duanmuxuan has been in contact with Shinichi for a long time, although the relationship is not very close, but he is also a neighbor, so he can't talk about it.
Duanmu Xuanming's identity is a rich Chinese man, 20 years old this year, inherited a large inheritance from his parents, and ran to Japan to enjoy life.
"Okay, then I'll go first, by the way, I just heard Xiaolan say that you will go to Dorobiga Park tomorrow? What a coincidence, I'm going to go tomorrow too. Duanmu Xuan pretended to be casual and said.
"Oh~ Mr. Duanmu will also go tomorrow, do you want to be together?"
"No, you two go, I won't be a light bulb." Duanmu Xuan looked at Shinichi with a grin.
"Mr. Duanmu, don't talk nonsense, we're just friends!" Shinichi's face flushed.
"Haha, I know I know, girlfriend!"
"Where~ just ordinary friends!"
Duanmu Xuan was lying on the bed, a little insomnia, still thinking about his plan in his mind, in fact, his plan was a bit risky, he didn't know if he, as a traverser, also enjoyed the aura of pig's feet, would it