Noah slowly came back to his senses.
While maintaining his persona and showing disdain for the harmonious atmosphere around him, it secretly manipulated the game.
—It remembered Jiang Xia saying that it could not reveal too much information from the game to the outside world, especially anything concerning that mixed-race little girl. Just now, Noah had even had to painstakingly find camera angles, broadcasting events from the game to the outside in a reasonable, unsuspicious way while keeping certain people out of frame.
But now... those bastard adults had cheated, giving it the perfect excuse to make an issue of it.
Noah naturally cut off voice communication between the game and the outside world. Sounds from outside could no longer enter the game.
After that, it shut down many of the projected feeds, leaving only a scant few.
Its workload had been successfully reduced.
Noah secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the burden on its shoulders lighten considerably.
Nearby, having narrowly escaped death, the players did not linger any longer on that precarious bridge.
"Let's head to Baker Street first." Conan recalled the direction Professor Agasa had pointed out earlier and led the group onward.
After they had walked for a while, a melodious "clang—" "clang—" rang out—the sound of the hour being struck from a distant building.
Moroboshi Hideki looked toward the sound and suddenly wore a disgusted expression. "What kind of trash game is this? They opened it for players without even correcting the time..."
Conan froze and followed his gaze.
Nearly a hundred meters away, the enormous clock on the tower looked extremely strange—though it had just struck the hour, its minute hand was pointing at "50 minutes."
What was more, under their watchful eyes, the minute hand not only failed to realize anything