[The Red Faction]
“So this gaming app has been linked to us, right?”
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“I believe so, Mr. Amuro.”
That afternoon, the Red Faction's top players had gathered at the Poirot Cafe for once. Even Amuro Tooru hadn't gotten into a fight with Akai Shuichi. The truth behind this astonishing harmony and goodwill was enough to give anyone third-degree burns: they had been brought together by a rogue gaming app with no screen-time limits.
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“What does the mastermind behind this app want?” Conan, the little shinigami in elementary school, had a scientific gleam flash across his glasses, showing he was deep in thought.
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The cafe fell silent. Suddenly, everyone's phone chimed with a sound as crisp as dice rolling.
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Everyone in the Red Faction exchanged glances and opened their phones.
[ID check complete. Searching for a game...]
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[Search complete]
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[Game title: Hunt]
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[Game type: Third-person, single-player horror game for consoles.
Freedom: High
Difficulty: Low]
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[Recommended player: Edogawa Conan]
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Conan: ...
“Is this really okay?”
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[While the recommended player is playing, other players can open the app and join the livestream to watch the game. Please be kind and help keep the chat orderly.]
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[Please find the nearest console and start the game.]
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A cold voice urged them on. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the neutral electronic voice seemed to carry a hint of delight.
“There's a computer in the back of the cafe,”
Amuro Tooru said helpfully.
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Conan: ...Thank you, Mr. Amuro.
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Haibara Ai: Do your best, great detective.
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[The Black Faction]
“Useless. You can't even deal with a little app.”
Gin smoked coldly, radiating murderous intent and making Vodka tremble beside him.
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A glamorous blonde woman swirled the whiskey in her glass. She gave the tall silver-haired man a sultry look and chuckled. “As usual?”
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Chianti: Ugh, this is so annoying. They called us all here over some stupid app?
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Korn: ...It was the Boss's order.
Curacao silently nodded in agreement.
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[Notice: Selected players may not harm other players in any way, directly or indirectly.]
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[Game: Hunt]
[Current player: Edogawa Conan]
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Chianti frowned impatiently. “This stupid app called us here just to watch a kid play a game?”
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Gin stared at the streamer's ID and sneered. “Conan... Conan Doyle, is it...?”
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Vermouth: 'Why is the cool guy here too...'
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Meanwhile, as Conan watched the opening cutscene, he and the others from the Red Faction saw:
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[Gin] entered the livestream.
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[Vermouth] entered the livestream.
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[Chianti] entered the livestream.
Red Faction: ?!?!
From now on, this place shall be called the [Red and Black Cooperation Plaza]! (Not really.)
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Question: How can the Red and Black factions bury the hatchet and work together?
Answer: *This app
Theme: A gamer saves the world (?)
