Inside the Shinkansen train, the clean and comfortable first-class carriages are full of tranquility, and a few people sit here and there, each enjoying the scenery of the journey.

Akira Shinhara held his chin boringly, his posture was lazy, and he looked at the scenery outside the window as if he had nothing to do, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the position of the fifth row.

Only three different heights of the back of the head can be seen.

And among them is the object of his mission.

Sighing softly, Akira Shinhara looked at his somewhat unfamiliar self reflected in the car window.

Black hair and black eyes, white shirt, deep facial features, fair and handsome, delicate outline, and a bit of impenetrable sorrow between the eyebrows.

This is a face that is easy to gain favor.

"Officer Takagi, Officer Sato, what a coincidence, are you on a mission?" A young and crisp boy's voice sounded abruptly in the quiet carriage, with innocent curiosity.

Looking for prestige, Akira Shinhara saw a little boy wearing a dark suit, a red bow tie, and black glasses.

It was Conan.

He and the Maori father and daughter were standing in the fifth row of corridors, talking.

Maori Kogoro, who looked resolute and looked a little depressed, held the newspaper in one hand and mentioned Conan in the other, and reprimanded with a little dissatisfaction, "Little brat, where did you get your curiosity for a day?" ”

Mao Lilan hurriedly hugged Conan, half-bent over, with a slender and tall figure, revealing soft curves, long hair hanging down slightly, and a gentle and beautiful face full of disapproval, "Conan, no, this is impolite." ”

"It's okay, Mr. Maori. We're on an escort mission this time. A clear male voice answered Conan's question, which should be the same Officer Takagi as he spoke.

"This is Chizo Ogura, the head of drug dealers, and we are escorting him back to the General Bureau, hoping to find out the drug trafficking group behind him." The crisp and capable female voice is complemented, and it is undoubtedly Officer Sato.

Not far away, Shinhara Ming leisurely flipped through the latest daily sports newspaper, calmly listened to the whole process of their conversation, and was a little powerless to complain about this unique world of Kexue.

That's a bit too casual, right? The other party is just a few years old!

And shouldn't this be a secret operation of the Metropolitan Police Department?

Akira Shinhara glanced up at the back of Chizo Ogura's head, took a sip of coffee elegantly, but the mood was not very good.

Chizo Ogura's pharmaceutical factory is an organization that invests in long-term research on failed drug A, who knows......

This idiot actually sold drugs without permission, and as a result, he was targeted by the people of the Metropolitan Police Department, and he was arrested stupidly......

No wonder the organization was going to kill him.

"Dah".

Akira Shinhara put the coffee on the table, casually fiddled with the gold circle watch in his left hand, looked at the constantly moving second hand on it, and glanced at the current time.

There are still twenty minutes left before the Shinkansen train enters the tunnel.

At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in Shinhara's mind.

[At the end of the one-year protection period, the audition of 1,000 people for Conan's new character officially began, and the ranking was updated in the early morning every day. 】

[Role: Akira Shinhara (forgotten cannon fodder);

Persona: Red supporter;

Health: 30 (Dead Alternate)]

[The chance of survival of the red faction is higher than 90%, please become a determined red character!] 】

As soon as Akira Shinhara looked up, he saw the words "Forum System" in capital letters directly above the transparent screen, which were divided into four vertical screens.

On the far left is the character leaderboard, the top 100 are in a state of vacancy, and the other character information is a mosaic, which cannot be viewed, and can only see the health value behind it. There are already players who have rushed into the top 500, and I think they are very well prepared during the novice period.

The rightmost one is neatly placed with props that require health to purchase or require story participation.

Among them, there is the "Memory Kill" prop that Shinhara has been looking at for a long time, and you can choose a past timeline to enter at will, and you only have one chance to use it.

In the middle are the two main sections - the player forum and the reader forum.

It's just that the player forums are grayed out and can't be used.

The reader's forum is blank and can be viewed, but it is muted.

"What's going on?" Akira Shinhara stretched out his hand and poked the gray plate, asking the forum system suspiciously.

[The player forum is open, and you need to have more than 60 health.] It is mainly used for making friends and exchanging information between players. 】

[Online dating is a fraud, and a million profits are lies. 】

Shinhara paused for a moment and touched the gray corner mark thoughtfully.

Exchange of information? Isn't this a panacea in the world of Conan?

This player is simply a natural intelligence network, and the contact information is private and secure......

So, set a small goal?

Within three years, you will have your own intelligence network, and it is best to have workers who are desperately involuted......

To be honest, as a well-known genius suspense novelist, Akira Shinhara did not expect that after his death, he would bind the forum system and become a new character just set in the world of Conan.

It's just that the new character is very crispy and dies if you are not careful.

And the key to survival depends on the Red side readers. The more attention a red side reader has, the higher the degree of discussion, and the higher the survival rate.

[Health below 30, everyone pays attention, rises a little.] 】

At the same time, if you want to survive in this world of Kexue in crisis, you have to consume your health every day.

[Below 30, consumes 3 health per day.] 】

A perfect interpretation of a truth, there is no way to live as cannon fodder in the world of Kexue.

Fortunately, the forum system is not too bad, and it gives a one-year protection period, so that new characters can improve their own personality.

And Akira Shinhara also returned to his old business in this year, from a poor dropout young man, to a new genius novelist.

By the way, I made a few "friends" to make my character more in-depth.

After careful consideration, Akira Shinhara chose the first plot after the audition began, on this Shinkansen train.

This is the way he plays with the highest survival rate calculated.

"Drip." There is a soft hourly chime on the watch.

Fifteen minutes before the train enters the tunnel.

Akira Shinhara leaned back on the chair, knocked his eyes slightly, and waited patiently.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps in high heels from far and near, and a female voice said something in a somewhat sharp and panicked manner, causing a commotion in the crowd.

"Bombs?"

"There's a bomb in the car?"

"Really?"

The passengers were in a commotion, and the loud and small discussions and exclamations rang out, making the quiet carriage instantly noisy.

When Akira Shinhara opened his eyes, he saw Sato walking nervously with the female conductor in the direction of the bathroom, followed by a group of people with different thoughts.

Putting away the black leather bag he was carrying, Akira Shinhara got up slowly, followed behind the crowd, his posture casual and idle, and sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, in this comic world, people who are indispensable are always those who watch the excitement.