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Detective de pato: el salami secreto ahora está abierto para el preinscripción

Autor : Ava Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

¡Prepárate para descifrar el estuche! Detective de pato: el salami secreto se está abriendo paso en dispositivos móviles. Snapbreak y Happy Broccoli Games han unido fuerzas para llevar esta peculiar aventura a Android.

La preinscripción ahora está abierta en Google Play Store, con una fecha de lanzamiento planificada del 9 de abril. Prepárese para jugar como Eugene McQuacklin, un detective en aguja con una nariz para problemas (¡y una inclinación por las técnicas de interrogatorio a base de pan!).

¡Un amigo emplumado toma el caso!

Eugene McQuacklin, nuestro protagonista emplumado, está en el camino de un salami desaparecido, ¡un misterio de proporciones épicas! Espere una aventura encantadora llena de humor ingenioso y rompecabezas ingeniosamente diseñados.

Interrogar personajes sospechosos, explorar escenas del crimen y reunir pistas para resolver el caso. El encanto cómico del juego brilla a través de sus situaciones absurdas y las travesuras de Eugene. ¡Su intensa mirada solo puede convencer las confesiones de los sospechosos más endurecidos! Y sí, puedes lanzar pan.

El diálogo totalmente de la voz da vida a las conversaciones absurdas, mejorando la atmósfera alegre y tonta del juego.

El estudio independiente con sede en Berlín Happy Broccoli Games, creadores de la bien recibida Kraken Academy, está detrás de Duck Detective: The Secret Salami. Han insinuado más aventuras para Eugene en el futuro.

Si está buscando un misterio divertido y de bajo riesgo, preinscrito para Duck Detective: ¡el salami secreto en Google Play Store hoy! Y no olvides ver nuestras otras noticias sobre el juego de rompecabezas de Lovecraftian similar a Myst, mi padre mintió, llegando a Android este año.

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