I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

In the next moment after Guangyou spoke, a child walked out of the darkness.

The child has a beautiful face and is wearing a light blue jacket.

"Hongshu, are you looking for something to do with me?"

Kosuke looked at Sawada Hiroki who appeared in front of him with a smile.

Two chairs and a table appeared out of thin air in the space.

Hongshu sat down on his own, and then said to Guangyou, "Sit down and talk."

Guangyou smiled and pulled the chair to sit down: "The sense of ritual is still quite sufficient."

"Let's talk, is it because I can't enter the game or something?"

Guangyou faintly guessed something.

"You can participate, but you are not a player."

Hongshu said flatly.

"Then I am an NPC?"

Guangyou accepted this setting indifferently, but it sounds pretty interesting, doesn't it?

"Well, so there are only 49 players in the game this time. You play the NPC in the scene you chose."

I don't know when two cups of tea appeared on the table, Hiroki took a cup and took a sip.

Guangyou also took another cup and took a sip.

This made him feel the magic of this system again.

"In other words, how did I become like this?"

Guangyou took advantage of this to ask questions about his getting bigger.

"Because of your central nervous system..."

"Wait a minute, the vernacular is easy to understand."

Guangyou interrupted Hiroki quickly, "Don't talk about these professional terms, it's really daunting."

Hiroki was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Because you want to, and you are inherently different from others, especially that Conan and the little girl with brown hair."

"It's great to have administrator rights and can read player information."

Guangyou is full of envy.

"You want? I can grant you some permissions later, but you must abide by several of my rules."

Hongshu put down the cup, looked at Guangyou, and said with a smile.

"But it doesn't matter."

Guangyou waved his hand and didn't care at all.

"First, you are not allowed to directly intervene, such as telling them who the murderer is."

"I don't want their game process to be too simple, but you can protect the girl you like."

Guangyou is not surprised, and the conditions proposed by Hongshu are not difficult.

It's just that Hongshu can still let him protect Xiao Ai, which makes him a little surprised.

"Second, although you are an NPC, if they fail to pass the level, you will also accept the punishment of failure with them."

Guangyou nodded, this condition is not unexpected.

"Other than that, there is nothing else."

Hongshu's request is obviously reasonable, and Guangyou has no reason to refuse.

Without thinking about it, he agreed.

Seeing Guangyou agreed, Hongshu smiled, his expression on his face was more expectant.

After answering, a door appeared in the space.

The center of the door is not empty, through the door you can see the densely foggy London.

"What role am I?"

Guangyou got up, looked at the door, eager to try.

"Not yet. I'll let you replace which character later."

Hongshu shook his head and said, "Okay, I will go back. If the ending is satisfactory to me, I will give you a gift."

Guangyou smiled lightly: "I am looking forward to it."

After that, he walked into that door.

London in the game world is at night, and the whole city is filled with dense fog.

There was no one on the street, only the street lamp standing alone by the side of the road, emitting a faint light.

"Is this the fog, it really deserves its reputation."

He had been to London, but at that time the air had been cleaned up, and the title of Fog City had become untrue.

In reality, Guangyou doesn't have the ability to go to the earliest fog city, but it should be the same as the fog in the game.

The visibility here is very low and the air quality is not good.

The whole city actually appeared a strange atmosphere under the shroud of fog.

London in the real world In just four days from December 5 to 9, 1952, London smog killed about 4,000 people.

Four years after the incident, the "Clean Air Act" was officially implemented.

In 1968, a "Clean Air Act" was added.

The Air Pollution Control Act was introduced in 1973.

By 1975, the foggy days in London had been reduced to only fifteen days a year, and this lost the not-honorable nickname of Fog.

"Your task now is to blow up the bridge in front of you."

Just when Guangyou was thinking about things, Hongshu's voice sounded directly in his mind, before Guangyou asked.

His eyes were blurred. After he was clear, he was already in front of a bridge. On the bridge, a group of children and a girl could be seen resting on the railing of the bridge.

His clothes have also become large windbreakers. The collar of the windbreaker is erected and matched with the wide-brimmed hat on his head. It is absolutely invisible as long as it is not close.

"Take out the detonator in your pocket and press it down."

Guangyou quickly took out the detonator in his pocket after hearing the instructions.

Out of selfishness, Guangyou deliberately tried to use the permissions Hongshu opened to him directly in Xiao Ai's mind.

"Hurry up."

Xiao Ai was a little surprised at first, but didn't think about it, she said to a few people quickly: "Let's go, we have to hurry up."

After seeing Xiao Ai and Conan walking towards the bridge, Guangyou turned and left, pressing the detonator in his hand at the same time.

"Really, he still wants me to do something he has an idea."

While disgusting, his figure gradually disappeared.

"Go to Baker Street..."

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Virtual London, outside 221B Baker Street

Under the brim of the hat, Guangyou's face was full of smiles. He had seen the way he left just now on many TVs, but he couldn't realize it.

This time, the administrator gave him permission in the game, and finally he can enjoy it.

"Sure enough, it's so handsome."

The blessing is still not exhausted, "Awesome."

Knocking on the door of 221B Baker Street, Guangyou rubbed his hands.

Although he already knew that Noah's Ark had sent Holmes and Watson to the Baskerville Hound case, he still couldn't affect his enthusiasm.

The door opened soon, and it was an old woman who opened the door.

Guangyou tried his best to use pure British English to say to the old woman: "Mrs. Hudson, I want to find Mr. Holmes."

"Then you may have come very unfortunately. He and Dr. Watson are not in London."

Hudson glanced at the night outside and said enthusiastically, "It's all so late, why don't you come in for a cup of hot milk tea? Maybe they will be back later."

"If you can, it would be best."

"It's okay, please come in."

Entering the door, Guangyou took off the hat on his head and followed Hudson.

Sherlock Holmes's house is actually very inconspicuous. The black gate is only one meter wide and there is no courtyard. When the door is opened, there is a road.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a wooden staircase leading upstairs. The staircase is very narrow and can only accommodate two people in parallel.

But now there is only Guangyou, which doesn't seem very crowded.

"This is Sherlock's house."

Hudson opened the door of a room on the second floor, turned his head and said to Guangyou, "Before I make tea, you can rest here for a while."

Guangyou nodded in thanks.

Hudson replied slightly and closed the door.

After the door is completely closed, Guangyou can observe the home of the legendary figures in this generation of books.