Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 862: Definition of Detective Fiction

Nineteen and the man wearing a gas mask were both smart people. After Lin Yu's guidance, they quickly realized that something was wrong.

"It seems my emotions are indeed a little out of whack," Nineteen thought, frowning. "Although this guy is indeed very annoying, under normal circumstances... I shouldn't have to argue with him when there's clearly a monster lurking around."

However, despite reflecting in his heart, Nineteen did not give in on the surface. He just snorted coldly without saying much.

The man wearing a gas mask hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"It's this fog... the 'companion fog' that appears with this monster has the effect of making people lose their minds and become irritable."

Nineteen nodded slightly.

He agreed with this guy's analysis.

However, he still couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"Then is the gas mask on your face just for decoration?"

Perhaps it was because he realized that his emotions came from the fog and he was a little too extreme, but the man in the gas mask who had been acting very irritable just now was now unusually calm.

He listened to Nineteen's question without getting angry at all, but just started to explain calmly.

"My gas mask can't protect against Kirishima's mist. It can only filter out physical poisonous gases and sprays. It's basically ineffective against something like Kirishima's that directly attacks the soul and mind, something that only appears to be mist but doesn't actually work through inhalation."

Seeing the other person like this, Nineteen felt a little embarrassed and let out a sigh.

"Well... Anyway, since they're hoping for internal strife and infighting among us, and they've managed to sneak onto the airship by replacing one of us, this probably means they're not very capable in direct combat and are trying to avoid direct combat with us."

Fu Luo nodded: "That's right, so maybe we don't have to worry about how to fight after we find it, we can just prioritize finding it."

"So... Mr. Great Detective, do you have any clues?"

Nineteen looked at Fu Luo and asked.

Seeing that the topic was back on track, Fu Luo continued, "As I said just now, this monster may not be able to perfectly imitate our appearance or inherit our memory details. I'm not saying that people who are taciturn and don't know anyone are necessarily monsters in disguise..."

"After all, the monster might do the opposite and deliberately target someone familiar to everyone."

"So, to determine who among us has been replaced, we still have to find clues from the specific words."

Fu Luo pointed to his head and said, "Even if it's someone I don't know at all, I can tell from their words whether they are the real person or have been replaced. After all, the difference between real and fabricated details is huge."

"Unless you have received professional training or have considerable talent in lying, it's not that easy to deceive me."

"And a monster from Kirishima doesn't know much about our world to begin with... Trying to fabricate details about a world that one knows well enough to know is incredibly difficult for a monster that isn't necessarily very intelligent to begin with."

As Fu Luo spoke, Nineteen touched his chin and said, "Wow, Your Excellency is really confident... But how should we proceed?"

"It's simple—introduce yourselves—just say whatever you want to say."

"Tell us about your lives, your favorite foods, your favorite TV shows and celebrities—anything."

"Then... during this time, everyone else can ask him random questions."

"Let me start with myself," Fu Luo said calmly. "Many of you should know me well. I'm from Zhengcheng, and I'm a detective by profession. I got into this industry because I love mystery novels. My ID is a combination of the names of two famous detectives in novels."

"Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot."

Fu Luo said confidently. Nineteen touched his chin and said, "So which chapter is your favorite in the Poirot series and why?"

"Murder on the Orient Express is undoubtedly a monument to detective fiction, both in terms of narrative rhythm and the final twist. I also really like Poirot's choice in the end... Agatha Christie deserves the title of the Queen of Mysteries."

As Fu Luo answered, the man in the gas mask also spoke: "Besides these two, do you have any other favorite mystery novelists or chapters to recommend?"

"There are so many. Matsumoto Seicho, Edogawa Ranpo, Redmond Chandler, Ellery Queen... I think every one of them is excellent and their works should be read. Including many recent emerging writers such as Kanae Minato and Stieg Larsson... They are also worth reading."

Fern interjected, "Those two you mentioned aren't really considered the new generation. The latter isn't even considered a mystery novelist."

"I don't pay much attention to 'newcomers' who have just won awards and have only one or two short stories to their name. So for me, I usually call those mystery writers who emerged and gained fame ten years ago, or after the popularization of the Internet, and whose works focus on the background of the information age, the 'new generation,'" Fu Luo said. "This term is indeed not very standard...but I believe I am not the only one who feels this way."

As Fu Luo spoke, Wang Jiu sighed.

"What are you saying... I don't understand anything."

"You don't read much mystery novels, do you?"

Although Lin Yu understood the conversation completely, he did not choose to pretend to understand and join the conversation, but chose to talk to Wang Jiu.

after all……

The character of "Lao Yao" doesn't look like someone who understands detective novels.

Even "Old Yao" doesn't look like the type who can read!

If it weren't for the high level of popularization of nine-year compulsory education and the good literacy work, Old Yao would have looked like he shouldn't be able to read.

Sure enough, Wang Jiu seemed a little happy after hearing what Lao Yao said.

"Of course I don't watch it much. The only mystery I've watched is... the animated series, Detective Conan—and it was a theatrical version."

"I like Kyogoku Makoto very much."

Wang Jiu gestured excitedly, and Lin Yu nodded as if he understood.

"I haven't seen that either, so I don't know much about it."

"The only mystery I've ever seen... is probably the Adventurers!"

Fu Luo, who was listening to their conversation, couldn't help himself.

"The Adventure Tigers are fine, but in the Detective Conan movies where Kyogoku Makoto appears, where are the deduction elements?"