But these are just heard, and Akira Shinhara has always thought that it was somewhat exaggerated, but now Shimizu Chilin is standing in front of him alive.

Shinhara Ming is very uncalm in his heart, this organization boss is even crazier than he thought.

Thinking of Shimizu Chilin's willingness to dedicate his loyalty before, Akira Shinhara suddenly understood a little.

Shimizu Ikebayashi sees himself as his kind, thinking that he is the same as him.

He's looking for a sense of belonging to himself.

It is even very possible that Qing Shui Chilin is confused about the rules of this game and the forum system, and he may not understand the situation at all.

It was only now that Akira Shinhara had a sense of surprise that he had picked up a big bargain.

"I met a lot of people, but I found that there were only a few people like me, you, Officer Sakamoto, and the person who was tied up." Qing Shui Chilin put on his clothes again and explained with a serious expression.

"But only you are willing to accept me and give me life."

Akira Shinhara demonstrated the slightly twitching corners of his mouth by drinking water.

Come on, you're all players, and you're my part-time worker now, okay?

Wait, Akira Shinhara thought of Shimizu Pond Forest's description, this emotion is still a humanoid player sensor?

Looking at Qing Shui Chilin's sincere and grateful eyes, clear and clean, Akira Shinhara looked away a little uncomfortably.

! Inexplicably there is a sense of guilt for bullying children, what's going on?

! What's going on with this strange sense of grievance that has obviously taken advantage of a big advantage?

Shinhara Ming scolded secretly in his heart, he would have known that he wouldn't have asked so much.

I'm really too kind, I can't see such a good child being deceived!

Then Shinhara Ming struck while the iron was hot and learned more news from Qingshui Chilin's mouth.

Roughly he was in this room after he woke up, and he roughly knew his name, age, and occupation from the documents and ID cards around him, and then there was a system panel with the rules of the game written on it.

But he didn't understand what the main plot and plot were, and he didn't know much about the so-called red and black sides, and when he tried to ask the people around him, they all laughed and thought that he had watched too much spy TV series.

Even he didn't know that this was a world of Kexue, and the protagonist was a kid named Conan.

So Qing Shui Chilin could only be so inexplicably reluctant, and he was transferred from the operating room to surgery because his health was too low, and he would always encounter some inexplicable events, and he didn't want to have an accident during the operation, so he took the initiative to transfer to surgery.

After meeting Akira Shinhara for the first time, he felt that Akira Shinhara was the same kind as him, and after meeting him again, he wanted to test it in order to find or solve this bad situation, at least to understand a cause and effect.

Akira Shinhara really didn't expect the truth to be like this, no wonder when he explained the main plot and gifter to him before, he was expressionless, and even he told the main plot this time, Shimizu Chilin didn't have any intention of participating.

It turned out that I didn't even know what the main plot was.

Wait a minute!

"Didn't your agent explain it all to you?" Akira Shinhara asked strangely about Shimizu Pond Forest.

"Human customer service?" Qing Shui Chilin looked at Akira Shinhara suspiciously, his eyes shining with pure light, "Isn't there only one system panel?" Are we participating in a talent show or a TV series? ”

Don't have a human agent?

Akira Shinhara asked again, staring at Qing Shui Chilin's expression, not letting go of the slightest, but he still came up with a negative answer.

"No, when I didn't understand at the beginning, I asked many times, but there was no reply."

"Really?" Akira Shinhara laughed, thinking of his manual customer service, and there was no response to many complaints, and he was even more suspicious of the characterization of the manual customer service.

And there is no response to my complaint, will it not be the so-called backstage, but because the channel for complaints has been closed.

Could this human customer service be sent by his future enemy?

"Let's go see the south wind, maybe he should wake up." Akira Shinhara got up and patted his pants and walked towards the basement.

You can't generalize from one side to the other, and you need to verify it.

And the south wind is his own verification target, and he is also a gifter.

From the previous relationship with Nanfeng, Akira Shinhara can see through his performance that he knows the plot, at least he knows Conan and this Kexue world.

And Sakamoto Aokawa should also know.

When Akira Shinhara and Shimizu Chilin came to the basement, they saw that Nanfeng had woken up at this time, his face was pale with pain, and he struggled from time to time, looking around, trying to find out where this was.

But even with a gunshot wound on his body like this, Akira Shinhara could see that Nanfeng's physical condition was also in a healthy state, which was not logical.

"See you again, Editor Southwind." Akira Shinhara looked at Nanfeng, who was trapped on all fours in the chair, and said hello very kindly.

Nanfeng suddenly gritted his teeth and looked at Xinyuan Ming, in this situation now, where can I not know that I was being tricked by Xinyuan Ming.

"No, meet again, performers, to be exact." Akira Shinhara smiled gracefully, sat on the chair opposite Nanfeng, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at Nanfeng with his chin propped up.

In just two sentences, Akira Shinhara grasped the rhythm of this speech, which made Nanfeng, who was already full of pressure and anxiety in his heart, even more confused.

Nanfeng, who was still confident, instantly looked at Shinhara Ming with a vigilant expression, with deep vigilance in his eyes, and did not say a word.

"What? Didn't your agent tell you my information? Akira Shinhara looked at Nanfeng with amusement and said casually, but his eyes were staring at Nanfeng's expression and every move.

He was testing the south wind and sending him the wrong message.

Nanfeng paused for a moment and asked, "What human customer service?" Aren't you a gifter? This query of player information should be your ability, you don't have to talk to me. ”

Shinhara Ming lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and then looked at Nanfeng Dao with pity, "It turned out to be a pitiful little one without customer service help." ”

Nanfeng glanced at Akira Shinhara, closed his mouth, and didn't speak, obviously not wanting Akira Shinhara to hear anything from him.

However, Akira Shinhara didn't care either, because he had already gotten the information he wanted.

It seems that he is the only one who has human customer service.

Nanfeng's knee-jerk reaction couldn't deceive people, and he thought it was a human customer service made up by Akira Shinhara in order to cover up his identity as a gifter.

Manual customer service? What a thing!

Akira Shinhara was really curious.

Getting the information he wanted, Akira Shinhara left a little food for Nanfeng, and instead of treating his injuries, he planned to monitor him for a night tonight to see what would happen.

Shinhara Ming, who returned to the living room, suddenly stopped to look at the Qingshui Pond Forest on the side, stretched out his hand to him, and said with a somewhat happy expression.

"I forgot to tell you, welcome to the Gamers' Club."

At this point, with the boss Akira Shinhara, the first worker to hit the Shimizu Ikerin, an organization called the Gamer Club, was born in such a less formal situation.

Its legendary journey began at this moment.