Conan quickly accepted Fang Zheng's explanation, but Beatrice wore a complicated expression. Fang Zheng merely chuckled as he looked at her across from him.
Whatever else could be said about Conan World, the upper limit of its Black Technology was genuinely high—and completely unscientific.
In fact, not a single piece of equipment Professor Agasa had made for Conan, from head to toe, was scientific.
The bow tie voice changer—tell me, how could a purely mechanical device that relied on a dial to alter pitch perfectly imitate someone else's voice?
The power-enhancing soccer shoes—an item that thoroughly violated Newton's three laws and could have angered Newton enough to rise from his grave.
The solar-powered skateboard—considering it could be used indefinitely during the day, for thirty minutes at night, and travel at speeds comparable to a car, its battery capacity and energy conversion efficiency could only have been achieved by some Alien Civilization beyond the solar system.
So when Fang Zheng said he had used some kind of quantum communication method to hack into the game's terminal and contact someone for help... Conan found it entirely understandable and acceptable. After all, Fang Zheng had previously hacked directly into the central computer during the incident involving The Phantom of Baker Street, forcibly shut it down, and kicked everyone offline. Although Conan had been very unhappy about it at the time, he could still understand that Fang Zheng was extremely skilled with computers.
Thus, Conan decisively expressed his understanding, while Beatrice was left speechless... But did her opinion have the slightest thing to do with Fang Zheng?
"So that's the situation. Do you understand?"
Fang Zheng also pulled Ryūichi Naruhodō over and carefully explained the current situation to him. The Ryūichi Naruhodō here was not a physical entity, but a spiritual body. Strictly speaking,