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

Chapter 863 The Beauty of Fighter Jet

Through Fu Luo's reaction, it was not difficult for Lin Yu to draw a conclusion.

"This guy is probably real..."

Although Lin Yu was skeptical about Luo at first, after all, based on his understanding of Luo, it was incredible that he remained so calm and maintained control of the situation when facing the "crisis" of someone infiltrating the player group.

But now it seems...

It was simply because the ability and the calmness and confidence that Fu Luo displayed after others had illusions and expectations of him were even more impressive than Lin Yu had imagined.

after all……

Judging from his enthusiasm for detective works and his true contempt for Detective Conan, especially the parts where Kyogoku Makoto appears, Lin Yu feels that the possibility of him being replaced is very small.

After all, even though the fog and dim light prevented us from seeing many details, specific expressions, and demeanor, the natural tone of voice definitely didn't sound like it was being acted out.

Unless the monster dressed as Fu Luo has the ability to deliver lines at the level of an award-winning actor, Lin Yu would definitely be able to hear the flaws.

Although the others did not know Fu Luo as well as Lin Yu to be sure that this was the real person, Fu Luo's fluent answer did not allow them to find any flaws.

And Fu Luo

Therefore, Fu Luo naturally completed his "self-proof" temporarily.

"Okay, everyone, I've already demonstrated this to you. Now, start by telling us something you can reveal."

As Fu Luo spoke, the man wearing a gas mask spoke.

"Then let's start with me... After all, many of you must still think I'm the most suspicious, right?"

"But, I wasn't really targeted by that monster. I'm a real human."

"Although I don't intend to tell you guys from big organizations my ID, nor do I want to reveal my identity, there are still many things I can tell you."

"For example, although I now live in a large city on the southeast coast, my hometown and ancestral home is actually in Jiangxi Province."

"I don't have a job, but I like to collect military equipment and discuss military matters with my friends online—what you would call a military nerd."

"You can probably tell from my gear... I amassed this specifically after joining this damned 'Death Game'. It's quite good, getting high-quality 'active military equipment' that's completely legal—well, it doesn't belong to any country we know of, though."

The other party said this, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"So, which country's your favorite equipment is from?"

Fu Luo asked back.

"Of course it's our own country's. Besides the patriotism... our infantry combat equipment is indeed far ahead of the rest. This isn't just a decade ago," the man said with some pride. "It's just a pity... it's so difficult to get started with our own current equipment."

"Of course, I got this set from the City That Never Sleeps, so the technological level might actually be a bit higher."

The other party, like Fu Luo, also talked freely about his own field.

Wang Jiu seemed to understand more this time than when they discussed reasoning before, so he asked, "So, do you prefer fighter jets, battleships, or tanks?"

"Of course it's the fighter jet. It's a symbol of humanity's conquest of the skies with steel, and its supreme aspiration for freedom. Furthermore, all subsequent iterations of weaponry after the invention of gunpowder were merely internal replacements within the same generation. Only the fighter jet truly represents a groundbreaking invention that has once again rewritten the dimensions of human warfare."

"The whistling death god in the sky overturned the sand table that only had mountains and rivers. Intelligence, vision, and air supremacy are the most crucial aspects of true 'modern warfare.' After all, the scale of the earth, no matter how vast, is limited... while the height and breadth of the sky—infinite!"

The other party spoke in a voice that could almost be described as an impassioned speech. It was more like a mobilization speech than an introduction to his own interests and hobbies.

"The Air Force really should hire you to give a speech. That would definitely increase the budget by a few percentage points," Wang Jiu said with emotion. "I'm getting really excited just listening to you."

"So, it seems that the equipment you're wearing also looks like the style of the SK series airborne search team of the 'Divine Power Group' pioneer team," Fu Luo said, recalling the other party's military uniform. "You shouldn't just buy equipment, you should also receive training, right?"

"Ha, this involves my personal privacy... Mr. Forbolo, I refuse to answer," the other party suddenly became alert. "Given your status in the City That Never Sleeps, if you ask a few more questions, it will be enough to dig out my identity information next time you go there."

Fu Luo shrugged: "You are quite concerned about personal privacy..."

"Of course, I don't want to finally get Floyd's inheritance and end up being chased by several major organizations."

The man in the gas mask said, and Nineteen spoke.

"Don't worry, the probability of you getting that inheritance is...very small."

"Oh, that's nothing for you to worry about."

At this time, Chlorpromazine, who had been silent all this time, asked aloud: "Anyway, let's get back to the interests and hobbies that you can answer... Which aircraft do you think is the most beautiful and sexy?"

"There are beautiful and sexy airplanes? What kind of question is that?"

Katie couldn't help but murmur.

The others also felt a little strange when they heard this.

But only the man in the gas mask and military uniform who was asked answered without hesitation.

"Without a doubt, the MiG-29...especially the MiG-29K!"

"As a fourth-generation fighter, its tail, aspect ratio, and sweep angle are all perfectly proportioned. The twin vertical tails and twin-shaft engines are a beautiful work of art, merging Cold War Soviet aesthetics with the philosophy of fourth-generation fighters... Subsequent fighters have become increasingly advanced, but humanity has never been able to create a fighter more beautiful and sexy than this."

There was a hint of intoxication in his voice.

After hearing this speech, Chlorpromazine sighed: "Friends, I think this guy should be a real human being."

"Indeed, there shouldn't be such abnormal creatures in Kirishima. Even if you try to learn, you can't achieve it," Nineteen said with emotion, "This brother's purity is quite good."

"What? Don't you feel the charm of the MiG-29?"

The man in the gas mask asked in confusion.

Fu Luo shook his head: "No, I don't even know what a MiG-29 looks like."

"Then you've lived in vain, Detective!"

"Okay, okay," Fu Luo said without getting angry. "Anyway... I also believe that this guy is 100% human. Let's move on to the next one."