How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police Department

30 | The Real Crisis

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In an empty environment, any sound will become particularly obvious. Even the slight sound of water will be infinitely amplified.

Xin Haikong slowly opened his eyes. When he first opened it, it was dark in front of him, which was no different from before opening his eyes.

He sensed around and found himself as if he were sitting in a chair with a backrest. The cold back of the chair made him unconsciously stiff.

His hands seemed to be firmly tied behind the back of the chair by a rough hemp rope. They were tied for a long time, and his blood did not circulate normally, stuck his wrists and lower arms until his shoulders.

He looked around, but his eyes were obviously not fully adapted to the dark environment.

What kind of transition is this? Dreaming? He tried to recall what happened the last second.

He agreed to Amuro Tooru's invitation and glanced at his watch. A black car he had never seen stopped in front of him, as if it had arrived in Murakami.

He stepped forward and knocked on the window of the driver's seat in the front seat, but opened the door in the back seat. He walked around to pass the document in, but it was dark in front of him.

Xin Haikong suddenly woke up, rolled around with his eyes, and couldn't help taking a cold breath. Is he kidnapped?

He said that the red side was a police officer of the Tokyo Police Department, and that the black side was a senior member of the black-named organization. Both red and black could be eaten, and he was kidnapped????

Calm down, kidnappers must have a purpose. His life should not be in danger until their goal is achieved.

However, it's a little ridiculous for any guy to kidnap the police.

Has he offended anyone recently? I don't know why in Xin Haikong's mind suddenly appeared with the hatred and self-righteous pleasure before Ryuzawa Hideyoshi's death.

Is it revenge from the Hashirama group? If it's really revenge, his situation will be terrible. Will his life be in danger?

[System!]

[In the way. What can I do for the host?]

[Will I die?]

[Of course, everyone will die.]

What kind of philosophical reply is this?

[I mean, as you said before, my current identity is chosen by myself in the future, so if I die now, how can I choose in the future?]

This is a logical loophole he has been thinking about. If he can still choose his identity in the future, it means that he will not die at all now. This crisis can be successfully overcome.

If he dies now, how can he choose for himself in the future, how can he become a policeman now?

[There are indeed a lot of plot nodes to be triggered, but not every node can be triggered. Just like the levels of the game have been designed in advance, but not all relevant cards can be unlocked. You can understand it as a gray life. You may not know whether your current identity is chosen in the future or included in your gray life.]

Ashed life?

Therefore, damn it will still die.

[Then if I want to leave this game directly, is that okay?]

As a last resort, it's better to get out of here as soon as possible than to be tortured.

[You can choose to get out directly in the game. There is no pain in the process, and there will be a logical death ending directly in the game. However, the system reminds the host that once you leave the game, you will not be able to participate in and influence the development of the subsequent plot. Although according to statistics, the forum believes that the host is the red square, it may not remain so since then.]