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"I understand." Butler Tanaka nodded.

The so-called clarification is just a formality.

It doesn't need to be serious, just giving an attitude is enough.

He knows what to do.

"Director Baima hopes that the Tsushima Club can help the police."

"He said there was absolutely nothing the police could do about the game."

"Maybe Tsushima Club, which made Sword Art Online, can come up with a solution." Butler Tanaka continued to relay the police's thoughts.

"The police can't do anything about games? They obviously can't do anything about all the cases." The black-haired boy's voice didn't fluctuate.

"Otherwise, the murderer of the fire eleven years ago should have been brought to justice." He said with dark eyes.

He picked up the character design of Shimotsushima Shuji.

Butler Tanaka had complicated eyes, hesitant to speak, and finally lowered his head and sighed.

"You are right." He bowed deeply.

The police are indeed a bunch of crap.

"Then what do you mean?" Butler Tanaka asked for the answer.

"As a police consultant, how can I have the heart to watch 10,000 players die?" The young man looked pitifully.

"Of course I will spare no effort to help the police and save the players," he said.

"Your answer is very kind and full of justice. Director Baima will like it after hearing it." Butler Tanaka said with a calm and experienced smile on his face.

Shuji Tsushima's eyes were subtle, and he smiled: "Of course, I am...very kind."

He said it as a matter of course.

The phone on the desk vibrated slightly.

Butler Tanaka bent over and stepped back, keeping quiet.

Shuji Tsushima held his mobile phone, facing the glass window, and checked the information.

[Where are you? ——White Horse Detective]

[Tsushima Club Office. ——Shuji Tsushima]

[Are you free to chat? ——White Horse Detective]

[Director Baima has approached Butler Tanaka. ——Shuji Tsushima]

[That's his business, let's chat? ——White Horse Detective]

[Then you come. ——Shuji Tsushima]

[OK. ——White Horse Detective]

"White Horse will come over soon, butler Tanaka, go down and pick him up." Shuji Tsushima put down his phone and said slowly looking at the sky outside the window.

The blue sky and white clouds are still very beautiful.

The life and death of 10,000 players does not affect others to continue to enjoy the scenery.

"I see." Butler Tanaka left the office.

"How does the righteous and kind consultant Tsushima plan to save the player?" The blond man took off his sunglasses, pulled his tie, sat down on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked jokingly.

Obviously Kayo himself is behind the scenes.

Want to be the mastermind and the savior?

Like Kayo's double identity, a code member of the organization who kills without blinking an eye, and a consultant of the light of justice.

But he seems to have a double identity.

Police undercover and code member.

I really envy Scotland, who died so simply.

Jiang Gu Ling could die sometime, he no longer wants to play the so-called undercover game anymore.

Occasionally, it is really troublesome to make a bunch of false information and send it out.

The blond man looked at the black-haired man sitting on the other side with complicated eyes.

The black-haired, blue-eyed man smiled softly at him.

"Go deep into the tiger's den and try the danger yourself." Shuji Tsushima spit out two idioms in Chinese.

"You make yourself look like a self-sacrificing hero." Toru Amuro replied in Chinese.

The Japanese are proud of learning Chinese characters. It was very popular in Heian-kyo. At first, only nobles could learn Chinese characters. Even now, for nobles, Chinese characters must be mastered.

"However, in the eyes of others, Kayo is indeed a savior-like existence." Said the black-haired and blue-eyed man.

Chinese is also used.

It's just that Bourbon's and Scottish's Chinese accents are a bit inconsistent, but Shuji Tsushima's has no problem, as if speaking his own mother tongue.

In the initial memory, Lin Xiu was indeed Chinese.

Although it was just a false memory, it still had some influence on Shuji Tsushima.

"Although the target is 1,000 people, it is not certain how many people will be left in the end. At that time, we will send invitations to the top 100 players on the killing list." Shuji Tsushima said thoughtfully.

"Choosing 100 out of 10,000 is equivalent to picking one out of a hundred. Well, it's enough to be reluctant." He said in a casual tone.

Anyway, it's just peripheral members.

In the end, there are probably only ten at most who can become code members.

One in a thousand is barely enough.

"So this is a new way for the organization to recruit people? I thought you were going to kill all these ten thousand people, and you were angry with the police." The blond man smiled teasingly.

In his mouth, using 10,000 lives to annoy the police seems to be a very common operation.

"I'm not that boring. The police are not fun at all." Shuji Tsushima spread his hands.

Everyone can be angry with the police, the white crow is like this, and all kinds of robbers and kidnappers are like this, there is no sense of accomplishment.

"Are you going to play with those detectives?" Scotland also poured himself a cup of tea and asked while drinking tea.

Because the white horse detective is coming, and the other party is a detective.

At this time, it must be to discuss a solution.

"Sure enough, Scotland is smarter than Bourbon." Shuji Tsushima said slowly.

"Hey, that's enough, you." The blonde's voice was cold.

He could see it too, but he just didn't feel the need to say it.

Why is there such an obvious thing to say?

"It seems that people are coming. It's time for the two of you to become bodyguards again." Shuji Tsushima said lightly.

Gritting his teeth, Bourbon received the teacup, then put on his sunglasses, and stood aside again with Scotland, serving as a quiet backdrop.

Three minutes later ~lightnovelpub.net~ there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Shuji Tsushima sat on the seat, facing the door, smiling.

"Master Baima has arrived." Butler Tanaka walked in with Tanaka Baima.

"What do you think of the restricted area of ​​life?" Baima Tan led Watson into the office, sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, and then asked.

"As I said, the restricted area of ​​life is a game that is more realistic than Sword Art Online and has a better experience~ lightnovelpub.net~ and can even give players a real death." Shuji Tsushima said with a chuckle.

"At least as a game, if the player will actually die, then this game can no longer be called a game, but should be called the real world." Then the casual expression changed to a serious one, and he said solemnly.

"Can Sword Art Online do it?" Bai Matan nodded and asked directly.

"If I say I can't do it, you probably won't believe it, so..." The black-haired boy shook his head.

"It can be done. Sword Art Online is a game that is infinitely closer to reality. The only thing that is not so real is that it can still die countless times like a game." He said with a smile.

"If you lose this function, it will also become the same as the forbidden zone of life."

"If I want to, I can turn it into a second restricted area of ​​life with further research."

"But I don't want to do that. The game is just a game. It just needs to be fun for people to play." Shuji Tsushima said sincerely.