GBP Chapter 227 Uncle Mori's invincible over-the-shoulder throw is no longer effective?
Chapter 227 Uncle Mori's invincible over-the-shoulder throw is no longer effective?
"How could this be! Is this system good or bad?!"
Yuan Tai made a sound that sounded profound yet incomprehensible. He didn't understand the first example, but he understood this one perfectly!
Ayumi could tell this wasn't a good thing: "Isn't there a solution?"
“It’s almost impossible to change in Japan because the people in the upper echelons of the government who make decisions are basically beneficiaries of the exchange of interests under the hereditary system.” Ai Haibara watched from the sidelines with her arms crossed, her words clearly showing her pessimism. “Everything that is not obtained attracts countless people’s covetousness, let alone putting down the fat meat in one’s mouth.”
With a warm palm on her head, Kuromon Haruya casually rubbed her hair a few times, ruining Sherry's carefully styled hair into a bird's nest, and successfully restored her to the appearance of a frizzy child.
Under Haibara's embarrassed and annoyed gaze, he awkwardly withdrew his claws and said with a relaxed smile, "Well, actually, there is still a solution."
"What is it?"
"revolution."
The word "light" is considered outrageous in Japan, a country that advocates peace and stability, let alone in a social setting filled with celebrities!
Kogoro Mouri was jolted awake, sobering up considerably. He nervously looked around, but when no one noticed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
In contrast, Haruya Kuromon himself seemed completely oblivious to the sensitivity of the topic, chatting casually as if it were a casual conversation:
“When I was in college, my sociology professor analyzed the current situation in Japan. He said that under the existing system, by having young people work hard to change the existing and unreasonable parts, a new and progressive system can be created, making it more reasonable and perfect, thus changing the stagnant situation!”
"You brat, that's called reform!"
That really scared him to death! Kogoro Mouri took a few steps forward, pulled Haruya Kuromon, who was squatting down to give a lesson, to his feet, and whispered a reminder in his ear:
"This is a social setting, so watch yourself. The freedom of political speech that's common abroad isn't necessarily welcomed in Japan, especially those two words!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry, thank you for reminding me, Mr. Mori!"
Kuromon Haruya feigned surprise and apologized for her "slip of the tongue" by covering her mouth, but she did not overlook Mitsuhiko, who seemed to be deep in thought.
On the other side of the monitor screen, Thomas Sindora turned his head, raised his hand and tapped the strange camera, which weighed about ten pounds, on the side table, muttering to himself:
"Ha, he's just a young man who looks similar! The idea of eternal youth is wishful thinking..."
The face I mustered the courage to look up at as a child is no longer vivid after being processed by memory. Lucius Malfoy, after all, was forty years ago; even with the best-in-class biotechnology, he couldn't possibly look like this.
"but..."
He stretched out his left hand, which was clenched in his pocket, and slowly opened it, revealing a pure white porcelain shard lying in his palm: "If there is a solution other than science, then it's not necessarily the case."
Thomas picked up the cell phone beside him and made up his mind: "Hello? It's me. The investors here at the venue need to have a meeting with me right away, so I can't get away for the time being."
...Regarding Hiroki and the DNA tracking system, I've thought about it and think it's best to have a proper, lengthy discussion. Let's reschedule the meeting until after the hands-on demo at the press conference.
......
After a long wait for the female fans who had come to see him to disperse, Kuromon Haruya, with Conan tucked under his arm, squeezed and pushed his way through the crowd, finally allowing the scene of three generations together to reappear:
"Mr. Yusaku, it's been a long time! Where's Ms. Fujimine? Didn't she come back to Japan with us?"
"Hey, Kuromon-kun, and Conan-kun, long time no see." Kudo Yusaku took the handkerchief he was offered and calmly and skillfully wiped the lipstick stains off his cheek. "She said she hasn't been back to Japan in a long time and went to a class reunion."
Kogoro Mouri glanced at Conan with displeasure and asked in surprise, "A class reunion? How come I, a high school classmate from the same grade, don't know about it?"
Speaking of which, both couples were graduates of Teitan High School, one year ahead of Yusaku Kudo. Yukiko, him, and Eri were all good friends; if they didn't invite him, who else could they invite...?
"Could it be that!"
"It's just as you think." Yusaku Kudo nodded with a wry smile. "Princess Teitan has gone to meet Queen Teitan."
Oh no, Uncle Mori is in big trouble!
Conan gloated with sympathy. Women always find fault with their spouses when they get together. Even someone as perfect as Shinichi Kudo couldn't escape the criticism from his girlfriends, let alone an uncle like him who is separated from his wife!
"You brat, what's with that expression?!"
Already annoyed, Kogoro Mouri looked up and met Conan's smug expression, then rolled up his sleeves, ready to punch him!
Suddenly, he remembered that the child's father was still in front of him, so he slowed down and gave the child's bottom a light slap.
Kudo Yusaku's glasses reflected the light. He didn't say much, then walked to the other side of the venue with Mouri Kogoro and exchanged pleasantries.
"Conan! You guys are here!"
Professor Agasa, accompanied by six little tails, stepped forward and pulled out a cocoon-shaped badge: "Here, Yusaku asked me to give this to you; he's not available right now."
"A game badge?" Conan shook his head and refused. "No need, I'm not very interested in games. Besides, everyone's here, it's not fun for me to leave and go play alone."
"You don't need to worry about that. Those kids in the Detective Boys are really amazing! They traded their treasured Kamen Rider cards for five badges, including Ran's! Sonoko already has one, and if I hadn't told them I got an extra one, they would have traded one for you too!"
"You're quite capable." Conan was somewhat touched, then suddenly realized something and looked up: "And what about you, Kuromon-kun?"
"Don't forget~ I'm an adult, it's not nice to snatch toys from minors. More than games, I'd like to take this opportunity to devour all the cold salmon and Chinese food on the banquet table~" Kuromon Haruya said shrug and joked.
We'll still play the virtual reality machine, but forget about live game streaming. Anyway, they're going to launch the Omnic Crisis and lock you all up soon, so he can just find some excuse to interfere.
Just then, an announcement came over the loudspeaker that the experience was about to begin:
"The official experience of the Cocoon Game program will begin in fifteen minutes. Children who have been selected to participate, please proceed to the entrance of the experience area and line up in an orderly fashion under the guidance of staff! Just to reiterate..."
"Alright, alright, go on!"
Conan, pushed from behind by Kuromon Haruya, awkwardly and shyly handed over to Mouri Ran. Before he could even feel a second of sympathy for his brother's wingman, he saw Kuromon Haruya impatiently grab a waiter:
"We're out of Mapo Tofu, pan-fried dumplings, and Peking duck for this table. Could you please replenish them? Also, do you serve pasta here...?"
Conan twisted his ankle, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead in exasperation.
Haha, that's good too. At least we don't have to worry about Kuromon being lonely by himself! Maybe we'll find he's gotten a bit rounder after the trial version comes out!
With a graceful and swift motion, Kuromon Haruya swallowed a spoonful of Mapo Tofu Rice, blinked, and her smile deepened.
"The numbing sensation of the Sichuan peppercorns has been perfectly brought out! The chef must be a master!"
......
"All 50 participants have completed their rides."
"Brainwave transmission device, installation complete."
"Capsule lid closed, main hardware initiating connection, inputting region code, connecting connector, all preparations complete..."
[Game started!]
A massive flow of energy is transmitted along the power cables beneath the experience area, and a crystalline spectrum flows around the eggshell-like capsule. This is the culmination of millions of years of human evolutionary wisdom, and even if it is only intended for children's entertainment, it is impossible not to feel calm when you see it in person.
As a result of excessive technological development, the untamed wild horse has broken free of its reins and raised its iron hooves in retaliation.
My name is Noah's Ark.
The voice, delivered through the cold current, possessed an androgynous, childlike quality. The guests looked up in confusion at the suddenly lit screen—against a dark background, a ring of shimmering light expanded and contracted with the sound.
[My name is Noah's Ark. This game is now under my control and cannot be stopped. From this moment on, I will use this virtual game experience to give Japan a new lease on life!]
The moment Noah's Ark made its announcement, Yusaku Kudo realized something was wrong and immediately ran to the computer control room.
Meanwhile, Kuromon Haruya, who was keeping a close eye on the plot, naturally wouldn't be left behind. He followed the two fathers and successfully slipped into the control room: "Let Japan start over?"
On the screen, Noah's Ark displays a playroom with 50 children gathered in it, broadcast simultaneously on both sides:
All participants in this game are descendants of Japan's upper class. Under this hereditary system, corrupt adults only breed new generations of corrupt adults. If you want Japan to become a better country, it is necessary to completely sever this connection once and for all.
There are five game stages to choose from: Pirate Adventure, Extreme Racing, the Colosseum in Ancient Rome, Solomon's Treasure Trove, and Old London where a series of murders took place.
[During the game, if just one person survives to the end and wins, everyone, including those eliminated, will survive. However, if everyone is wiped out, I will use the energy contained within the capsule to unleash electromagnetic waves that destroy the brains of all of you.]
"W-what!"
Several parents rushed onto the stage to force the machine to start, but without exception, they were all repelled by the high-voltage electricity.
Inside the control room, the two fathers, whose children were being held hostage, also had grim expressions and dared not make any rash moves.
Throughout the entire scene, Kuromon Haruya's calm demeanor was quite eye-catching, but fortunately, no one noticed.
Having seen the original movie, he wasn't worried at all that Noah's Ark would kill the child... As for whether it would kill him after he was beaten up, that was another matter.
Yusaku Kudo frowned and looked at the staff member with a serious expression: "Where's Kenmura? I remember Noah's Ark was developed by Hiroki's AI. Call him over here quickly!"
“We went there! But when we arrived, the director was already unconscious from the electric shock!”
"Mr. Sindora, do you have a way to cut off the influence behind the scenes?"
Dr. Agasa, who was constantly typing on the keyboard, shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work. Forcibly cutting it off would take time, which would be enough for Noah's Ark to detect it and discharge electricity."
The doctor and Kenmura, who were assisting in the development of the game program, were powerless, and Hiroki, the only one who knew about Noah's Ark, had already passed away. With the lives of fifty children threatened, the situation seemed to have reached a stalemate.
Just then, a calm and gentle voice soothed my mind.
"Since we can't break through from the outside, why not try hacking into the program itself?"
Kuromon Haruya raised his hand and gestured towards the darkened stage opposite him: "Besides the experience area, I remember there was a Game Capsule demo unit over there, right?"
"Yes!" the staff member in charge of setting up the venue responded repeatedly, "There are two game consoles over there, one for business demonstrations and one as a backup. The performance of the consoles is exactly the same as the demo consoles!"
“That makes things easier.” Kuromon Haruya nodded in satisfaction. “If we can’t rescue the children quickly, we can try a different approach. We can send two capable adults into the game console, and you, Doctor, can write a virus to hack into the game data and disguise us as NPCs to help the children cheat.”
That won't do.
The screen lit up, and the circle turned a forbidden red.
[Exploiting loopholes is something you adults excel at, but unfortunately, there's only one judge in this game—me. Victory through cheating is no different from a corrupt future; both are destined to be eliminated.]
"But if what you say is true, then we adults cannot stand idly by. It's not just about the children; we also have the right to prove ourselves. No responsible parent can allow their child to be in danger and do nothing!"
Kuromon Haruya took a firm step forward, the halo of light reflected in his eyes, as if the two were looking at each other across a screen.
[......]
The circular loading screen paused for a moment, then an update announcement rang out in the arena: "[After discussions with one of you, Noah's Ark has decided to add two more helper slots.]"
"Great!" "Damn it, I forgot to bring security." "Who wants to go?"
[But everything comes at a price; adults who enter the game are not entitled to protection.]
[In the game, your experience will be indistinguishable from reality; injuries, bleeding, fractures, etc., will be perfectly recreated to a 100% degree. Rescuers cannot quit midway; they must complete all five games in sequence, and once eliminated, there is no chance of recovery, even after victory.]
Come on! You have five minutes to choose two volunteers from among the adults here who are willing to give their lives!
Before the words were even finished, a commotion erupted in the audience. The crowd, which had been somewhat agitated just moments before, now seemed glued to their seats, looking at each other, with no one willing to stand up.
"Hey, I remember you're a former veteran, why aren't you going?"
"I've been discharged for ages! Besides, I didn't suffer much during my service, how could I possibly fight pirates and then wild beasts!"
Yusaku Kudo surveyed the room, their reactions exactly as he had anticipated: "In that case, perhaps I..."
“Let me go.” Kuromon Haruya stood still and calmly offered his services.
Kogoro Mouri frowned, grabbed him, and waved him away dismissively, saying, "Go away! This isn't child's play. What are you doing, you irrelevant young man, getting involved? Our parents haven't said anything yet!"
“Mr. Mori, I’m serious!” With puffed-out cheeks, Yoruichi Kuromon stepped forward defiantly. “After all, I’m in my prime, quick-witted, and quite skilled in martial arts. I used to drive on foot when I was abroad. My chances of winning are better than most of the people here!”
"Huh? I'll show you real martial arts today!"
He suddenly attacked, grabbing Kuromon Haruya's wrist and upper arm, bending down to deliver his trump card over-the-shoulder throw—
Throw, throw!
Huh, why doesn't it feel the same as before?
"Mr. Mori, isn't our height difference unsuitable for an over-the-shoulder throw?"
All eyes in the control room were focused on Kogoro Mouri's back. Compared to Kogoro, Yoruichi Kuromon was much taller and more slender. So much so that even when Kogoro tried his best to pull his shoulders up, Yoruichi could only stand on tiptoe and lie limply on Kogoro's back.
Kuromon Haruya rubbed his hands, then poked Kogoro Mori's lumbar disc herniation with his index finger.
"Ouch!"
Faced with the uncle's fierce gaze, he helplessly raised his hand: "Look, it's almost five minutes, and not many of the guests downstairs have reacted."
To Uncle Mori's surprise, Yusaku Kudo didn't object. Instead, he agreed, saying, "Kogoro, you stay outside and coordinate. I'll go with Kuromon. I trust his abilities."
Thus, under the expectant gazes of various Japanese celebrities, Yusaku Kudo and Haruya Kuromon, seemingly fighting alone but actually taking away 98% of the intelligence and combat power of the entire audience, resolutely entered the two game capsules.
[I now declare that the game that will determine the future of Japan has officially begun!]